Best Daggered Poems
How can one express the baffling depths of obscurity?
How can one behold to open the shafts of the mind?
I have never been able to solve the mystery—
Of myself. . .
I wish at times that my life was no more
That I could live as another and finally see things right
But I am always stuck in this darkness
And I cannot see this mind in light
There are beasts. . .demons prowling through the wasteland
Searching for any remaining life
And if they are ever found—
They are doomed and consumed
Fear is their downfall and they never fail to smell it
Their ashes remain, dancing with the imaginary breeze
It is silent here—there are no answers
I wish there were answers. . .
But maybe there was never a reason
No answers. . .
Talons extend and clench around my heart
They will never seek me out—they left me here
It is like they knew…I had no reason—that was the answer
I feel the pulse of my dangling life
Alone in the dark, whimpering like a child
I have scared myself, becoming this dragon-daggered youth
No balm in Gilead!
No eyes to see
All I know will never be free
I don’t need anyone!
You are a disgrace—scum of the waste!
You have everything, you ungrateful little nothing
You are a joke. . .
So swallow it all up like the pushover you are
Stand your lowest and trudge right through
No questions. No answers. Just . You.
Or just lie back down into the mush of disease
It has already infected you to the core
Accept who you are, you ugly pestilence!
I hate you
Who are you to be glorified?
Dream snatcher. . .murderer of all things bright
Saturated in what you call light
I see right through—even as the reflections shatter
All of the dead kept you alive—they all matter…
But alive you are the worst there is
False savior—edited attention whore
I never want to see your face again
See, that’s why I hide. . .
Desperation. . .desperation. . .
I sob and cry kneeling in defeat
For once I am right. . .I am right
Do you really think, that I am going to trade my eternal soul,
for your bowl of germ infested puke? Think again!
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O' sullen sullies of darkness....
How you often paint yourself so very innocent and pretty
While you drool at the corners of the edges of jagged
Within your ever deceiving, and your taintedly twisted smile and corroding mouth
Galloping around as if you were some fortitude of light and wisdom?
Amid these pretentious comforts, cast, from within a hollowed and daggered heart
Just as long, as you can capture everyone else, within your chains of bindings
Bound, unto your own darkened perspectives, beneath, your clinching claw sharpened
grasp....
Eructing your molten lavas, spewed, of your gargoylish poisoned vomit
Upon the lives of those who are somewhat already blind, themselves?
Offering your beguiling and benumbing putrid stench, to alluringly, lure them in
Into the depths, of your own black widow webbed horror show....
While pounding upon your chest, as if you were the conqueror of them all?
As you leave your trails of excrement and slime, within the dust, of your ever slithering wake
These your offerings, before all of Heavens disbelieving and watchful eyes!
Unto the unknowing and eternal souls, which you try so desperately, to swallow whole!
But your indignities and godlessness, will not escape your forthcoming demise....
For your manglings, disfigured, shall lead unto your own wraths, pending doom....
And yet for now, you do still stand, unscathed, within your wantingly amissful ignorance
Projecting unto others, as if you were some sort of mighty tower, in which they, should
believe?
But knowing deep inside of yourself the truth, of how very feeble and lost, you truly are!
Standing in front of this melting mirror, within your plotting poisoned mind....
A flower of the darkest soils, charcoals of crimsons ashes, your burning, and scorching flames
Lucifers child, of the neverendings, forever, and endless pain...."You!"
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....Darkness Falls....
{The final kiss}
I
I am disinfected, sanitised from touch and eyes
Do not hold me. I am Bakelite and you smolder
Sat solid, the wall cold against my spine. A back-rest
To concrete electrocution.
I am distilled from Suburbia and Bohemian at Brandenberg
Rigid and saturnine. Heavy lidded Lichtenstein moons
And ruby lip and cheek.
Dumb-flustered and silent rictus
Nothing changes.
II
She edges closer with ostentatious mute steps. Like a bride
And thrice as white with crimson orb flowing underneath
Her caped wings and paper hat. Tiny dragging movements
As though her legs could snap
This marionette matchstick girl unfurls her bouquet of fingers intertwined
And ruffles from her drapes fragments of paper and a tiny plastic cup
I do not notice her. The bleach sticks heavy to the throat and
She envenoms me to the core stomach
She speaks. It is static heavy and foriegn, black-lipped vowels and dull
Continuations of barely literate sounds.
My words are daggered brutes, any poetry the less of my expectations
Is instantly meaningless, crass, common, nauseous and disgusting
Her flowing prose was illegible on those lips. Sounding almost spat
I could have silenced nine decades to my two and circled her in criticism
She would never understand with her barely-English cold translations of her
Own English mother-tongue.
III
People are fascinating
Occassionally
I find I look at them and linger, I study them and calculate their complex algebras
Undoubtedly we are products of our parents and the less of us by-products
We are strings and apples and figs
The woman with her ghost-white face and dress. Her parents were too strict
You can see it in her face, how if you even turn away her eyes circle with bags
And she feels lost, she could cry a thousand summers and undoubtedly should trade my place.
As of my own parents they probably loved me too much. Sheltered me and then
Stopped abrupt as death and cyanide fizzing
Suddenly trading my lineage into friendship and smiles and no, do silence yourselves
I am a maypole and the strings circle about me
Life and ambition they feed upon me, draining me in complex nervous disorder
I am a living question mark
I can feel it
Eating below my skin.
Bars hold back her fleeting touch
where faint feelings meant hope and brought
inspiration when pieces puzzled a daggered heart
Diamonds shone bright on a worthless day
appearing in starlit eyes
if only I could . . .
Turn into that beautiful blue jay
the one that sings an endearing song
and sit outside your window sill
playing a tune for you all day long
You surely would notice
and dance about the day
leaving all your worries in the breeze
where they could simply float away
Out back beyond the old oak trees
growing in the recesses of your view
where the pretty wildflowers sway
I'll be with the Gilia looking out for you
I'd sit out in the garden
and smile up at you
watch you ray of goodness
in everything you do
You surely would notice
and dance about the day
leaving all your worries in the breeze
where they could simply float away
REGRET
As I walked through my memories,
I saw the moon and the sun as they threw
pity at me as if to say,
I warned you!
Tears! Tears!
Those trickles of tears as they
ran down my face, they asked
for help.
Please stop! It hurts so much,
it was as if my heart was being daggered.
Lots and lots of pain enriched
my soul.
Tick Tock! says the clock as it ticked
into my future..please take me
back to inception I pleaded.
Perhaps I can right my wrongs
On the boat of yesterday.
Tick tock! Says the clock
without response as it kept
ticking into
my future..
Left without options I sailed on the
boat with lessons and regrets into
my future.
Sorrow
Bleeding tears
Weeping Daggered Wounds
Shattered, Heavy-Hearted , Dejected , Misery
Sadness
is it normal to sear the soul
to let the dormant hate control
Is it normal to mar the mind
with daggered words dipped in "unkind"
Is it normal to hunt the heart
with gleeful zest to maim a part
Is it normal to lampoon love
make it a joke; give it a shove
Is it normal to deaden dreams
out of some envy laden schemes
Is it normal to negate nice
claim that its fake then take a slice
Is it normal to insult ideals
to devour each in packaged meals
if normal's not in one of these
then read the next lines, if you please...
"business as normal" is just pretend
when hurting's not been brought to end
For acting "normal" when one bleeds
Can never clear the painful deeds
The only way to make amend
is to forget the "normal" trend
So be sincere; apologize
own up to wrong and empathize
then back to "normal" things can go
and better still, I tell you so!
Eileen Manassian
The old Hittite came through the gate
Battle sharp and dripping
With the blackness of an Ethiopian night
The Kingdom of Zion to replicate
The compass star of David's sight
And through that gate walked with him
A destiny invisible of all the world
The crisis of a man by sin made grim
And vaster yet
A family's sun about to set
In immense sea, a national grief
Beyond mere historic proportions.
Raising Yahweh's standard the Hittite went
Sent by a virtue spent
With shadowless sword against masked Ammonites
And she the vessel of his heart
Dripping the sapphire of her African skies
Her purging task did initiate
Before the uncurtained eyes of Israel's prying king
How she daggered his faith
And staggered him like eddying dust
Crawling before the throne of savage lust
Her beauty and her will to yield -
This limping, shallow Vashti overthrown
Sealed Uriah's fate
Great warrior of the ancient clan of God
Yahweh's noble steward
Canaan's scion and stem of mystery
Conscripted to a Gentile race
Dravidian's doomed cornerstone
Summoned from the battle heat
Had no trumpet in his heart to blast retreat
And suffered where his soldiers like victors hold
Where Jacob slept without a sheet
The light from beauty's breast is cold
A common curse and old
And did not know
When sent away defied because he would not relent
That in his hands like in our genes
He carried that cold warrant of his own death
And the prophetic time
When Israel's sun would set
Cerberus plants his daggered paws
Bars the soul from following the mind
Sends forth demons to dance in the heart
Redemption lost on the ears of the blind
Cowering in the shadow of mirrored fear
Sound waves crash on nerves of glass
Vulcan’s forge feeds on days gone by
A gray-scale world now buried in ash
The morning paper is everywhere, the breakfast dishes, are here and there
Her feet up in the easy chair, the old man in his underwear
The phone starts ringing loud and clear, so hubby quickly disappears
When he returns, she sees a frown,…, He calmly says, “Guess who’s in town?”
“The corporate boss, not far away….I've asked them here to spend the day!”
“A little lunch would be no trouble. He’s with his wife…her name is Mable”
“You did what???? she screams. (The neighbors hear!)
"Company?? ... You say they're near?”
“Help me quick. Get off your rear!!”
"Oh dear,.... oh dear, ......oh dear) !!
"Get off your rear, you lazy man! And if you don't .....I SWEAR!"
She frets and stews and carries on….her hubby simply mutters
She runs around the messy room and stashes all the clutter
She’s acting like a headless chicken, her partner in a quandary
He watches as she runs around, hiding dirty laundry
Oh dear, they’ll need some lunch to nibble, whatever could she fix?
She finds some fruit, some crackers, cheese, a bag of party mix
Running to the bedroom, she’s gasping raves and rants
“You’ve got to get your shirt on!…For Pete’s sake, dear! Find your pants!”
“Heaven’s, we must hurry! We’ve got to make the bed!”
"Whatever you say, dear" he grumbles, and shakes his bewildered head
She discards her frumpy nightgown, powders her frantic frown
She quickly brushes hair, a dab of lipstick too
Tosses sloppy slippers, dons her pretty shoes
A knocking on the door, she pastes a cheery smile
Her unexpected company has come to stay awhile!
Breathing deep, she goes to greet them “So good of you to call!”
“What’s that.....a bother?” “ Now don’t be silly, you aren’t bothering us at all!”
She shoots a glance, a daggered lance, into her husband’s mug
He has no clue, ignores what brews…a deep, dark hole he's dug
For, once again, he’s lost his head…and says
….”Stay the night, it's quite all right, we have an extra bed!!”
She fakes a smile, and says "OF course!!".........
(but tomorrow he’ll be DEAD!!!)
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THE GHOST BAR
gangrenous chains
rusted and burdensome
lambast the oak plank
etching ethereal gouges
the serpentine length drags
with warlike screams
ghoulish intensity
grabs each bony-disk
with heartlessness
the ice cold floor and
daggered eyes, seem
but a hallucination
to the drunken lot
but the barmaid sees!
she screams
as the breathless apparition
howls with wrathful laughter
she faints, fast and dreadful
the chains coil about his neck
in retribution for his act
yanking him about
the floor gives way like quicksand
and he plummets yet again
to certain death
covered by miles and miles of clanging chain
the barmaid’s brought about by salts
she tells the tale over and over again
until the legend of the ghost bar
becomes famous
detailed in rusty chains and eyes
...one peeks through
10/23/2017
Silver flashes through ocean swells
sound ripples across the water
strolling the moonlight kissed water
surrender to nights sensual promise
foam breaks, mermaid soars resplendent
cobalt teal diamond skin shimmers
powerful tail propelling her way
phosphorescence trails behind
sea sparkles flitting in her wake
face startles, finely dotted aqua spots
thick lips pout, fierce, predatory
fiery orange and red markings
warrior lines swirling, cheek to neck
swims towards me, I’m awestruck
daggered teeth, transfixed
purple searing eyes, allured
flips mid-air, veers away to plunge deeply
her tail douses me in sea water
I laugh and marvel
savage beauty of the sea
silver flashes through ocean swells
Entered in “Give me your best new poem Poetry Contest
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Dated 12/10/2019
Placed 8th with thanks
Have you seen it? ..I cry!
A Gwalligup ..with one great green eye!
Laughing from one ...of its many molten mouths
Licking the lips of another …my entrails to devour
Oh the agony …Oh the fright
Waiting, watching this Halloween night
Eternally vigilant …all must be
Ever warned ...that my end-you'll see!
Nothing can stop its grueling mewling yaws
No one is safe from its red daggered velvet purple paws
I am but a human …but human I feel no more
Gone is all grace and hope... right out the door
How can I have peace… knowing that gnarly thing is near?
Taking it’s time ….slowly slurping and burping its way to here!
(Please, forgive me for my horror ...please forgive me for my fright
…really it is nothing more ...than a nightmare... I had last night)
his strength i saw when he was near me,
amongst tumbleweeds in mid-June –
up and o’er dusk i was set free,
under the stardust comforting the moon
adrift the glaze of glamourous skies,
singing an aria of a cradlesong tune,
with a melody playing in chestnut eyes,
adrift the reverie of love’s surprise;
roaming the wonder of what might be,
remembering our decree with guarantee
angel eyes devoid goodbyes,
man once too great for my debris-
of all the death daggered in demise,
HE ALWAYS MEANT THE MOST TO ME
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1.18.20
A lunatic dance, frenzied feet
twisting everywhere, going nowhere,
kicking at the cool March air.
No meek manner, no sculpture's
mediocre smile, just a jumbled medley
of clenched teeth and an impassioned,
deer-eyed death stare.
All grace departed, exorcised
and damned with exaggerated
melodrama, from the electric flair
of the writhing madman.
Who can say why the melt down exploded
into comical vile gestures and
daggered words escaping his
unguarded mouth, flying away
like an angry, uncaged bird,
fluttering and sputtering-
spinning in the wind?
Possibly the tall, spiked-haired lady
casting thin blade shadows on the walk,
clicking away in high heels and scarlet
lips with third finger propped up
on her stone-jeweled hand.
She pauses to flick and kill her dropped
cigarette, then kick it to the curb...
along with the crazed madman.