Best Chthonic Poems

Mute
but immutable.
Unmoving, unmoveable;
timeless, yet tireless.
Solitary stalwart sentinel
surveils undulating horizon.

Aberrant, achromatic clouds
pock-mark the skies, as distant
rumblings herald his adversary's
latest gambit in their age-old conflict.

The wrath of a thousand crashing,
clashing, thrashing fists batter
against the beleaguered sentry.
Ceaselessly, remorselessly,
the maelstrom assails him.

But the foundations are firm and
noble gatekeeper stands...

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INCESSANT SUMMER RAIN

In morbid humid summer heat I feign, easily drain
Prospecting for a cool, crisp meandering breeze
Conceivably, nature might spill a gentle "summer rain" 
A dismal cloud generates, an inkling of relief to gratify, such a tease
Now I sit in disbelief up upon my slimy...

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			A Gealic Song

Gneiss. 
	Ancient.
Vying with Earth herself for the Crown of Age.

In the Hebrides
Lie the Stones of Calanais
Stubborn chthonic deities of a common past
Rising up and standing against all.
You
More than a beautiful metaphor 
Of what I have seen forged in that deep, deep heart;
A heart...

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In Hades, flows the chthonic Styx, a river 
     of woe and pain (a channel thoroughfare;
     where Charon ferries the dead, who despair)  
which unnerves our damned souls till we quiver.
The Styx! It's like cirrhosis which...

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the rain falls warm, the air is warm
pinched
in the middle days of
winter

the air is faceless in singularity
before the sun is even
spent

the ghosts have eaten all there was
to eat
and the woman says
we shall never go this way
again

the mourners, them veiled in frayed black lace
the old womens'...

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Wondering memories of wild adolescence,
Flash before me like a mental Rolodex
Reverberating daze, 
Time cannot take away.
A fifteen–year–old,
Broken neck calypso.
Gazing through the jungle-o window
Unequipped to fathom what was about to happen.

I saw the moon in your eyes,
And knew;
You smile in the way that islands do,
And the...

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In fluent argot like a profound inchoate
Chthonic patronizing blood paroxysmally folds in curdles
You illuminate none but yourself with a pleasant scapegrace idiocy
Dishevelled and voluble in dark ages of medieval filth

Legerdemain to my vituperate wills and wanders
Anything in purge of the death of proclivity, namely yours
Crepuscular...

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Who threw water on the wick?
Who, as restless and trapped
can survive in this necropolis?
Trumpeting down the walls
that are not of Jericho.
Trumpeting down the walls
that besiege a chthonic people.

Tonight I shall return as a black dove
to bring you an oak tree branch from Dodona
And a darkness...

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Here comes Death Galloping,                                 
To take away the child in you;
Leaving behind lust...

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yet the people rebelled against me
in the wilderness locusts and wild honey
he poured out his wrath on them
yet i did what would keep it
from profaned in the eyes
of the fighting nations
do not follow the idols of your ancestors
the sacred river flowing dirt
remnants of burnt carcass
yellow...

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An angel suggestion rings in right ear
Meanwhile, a chthonic murmur in left ear
Proposes a wrong decision maker 
Winning the angel that fought without fear











3-12-2016...

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I travel lonely to find my love
In the stygian caves i crawl
Searching for the chthonic gate
Across the moonlit elysian fields
And a sea of boiling blood
Through a forest of bone 
In the shadows of eternal night
I wonder along listening to an owl’s song
On my way to...

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I.

The eldest of unknowns, on hill or heath,
The hoary standing stones--
Secret, silent tombs or thrones-- 
Huddle where the tempest moans.

II.

In birch-bright woods we find fairy circles,
Rings of toadstools designed,
It seems, by some feral mind,
Unfathomed by humankind...

III.

Through velvet blue, star-strewn skies and throbbing
At the full rides...

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Pool's Prince Charming
by Michael R. Burch

this is my tribute to the legendary pool shark "Saint Louie" Louie Roberts

Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool,
making all the ladies drool ...
Take the “nuts”? I'd be a fool!
Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool.

Louie, Louie, pretty as Elvis,
owner of (ahem) a similar...

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Tongue touched, 
a diaphanous zephyr of ephemeral desire, 
rustles the parchment of our sepulchral scripture, 
where our connubial covenant is inscribed,
in the cryptographic ledger of the damned, 
and the whispers of the ancients,
echo through the labyrinthine corridors,
of the underworld.

Your lips, 
a vermilion velvet of hyperemic...

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