Best Dead Of Night Poems

~writer's notes~

i think out loud
from my fingers to a keyboard 
so forgive me if my speak
is somewhat long winded
if it has swirls and curls
this is...

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you were an infant
i would sing a song i created for you

'there's a baby in my arms
there's a baby in the mirror
but honey 
there's not...

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In the silent breathing of night,
treading through 
the darkness and the hush
(A heavy band of slave)
like black ants snaking
through the forlorn distance.
Grieving with tears
Of yesterdays...

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Muted evidence proclaimed the subtle oddities of night
   Lunar time should have reached the zenith of its height

No chirping crickets were heard, nor...

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Leaves of the Dead

Les feuilles mortes 



They fall like dead soldiers
Dreams knifed in the dead of night
It is as yesterday
Once more
Where love was kissing my...

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The moon is hidden out of sight
I come to you at dead of night
The latch is lifted on the door
You stand aloof as I implore
I...

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It's quiet now, they all have gone
Leaving litter, and last light
softens what was too bright before

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
you ask if I...

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in the dead of night
moon reflects on rippling lake
shadows duck and dive

20th February 2015...

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You crept into our lives
silently stalking
like a cat burglar in the dead of night
invading every aspect of our world

Robotic treatment by the Da Vinci Machine
operated...

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It’s gone! It’s gone! It has really gone
I've lost my sense of humour
I used to write quite funny poems
Now they are a distant rumour
I have...

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Note the golden morning sun, red and orange, blue aeonian sky
Silver reflections of moonlight cast on dead of night still waters
Window light that shines so...

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On Christmas Eve an Angel
    felt the sorrow of the Lord.
Who wept for the many Children
   sentenced to perish by...

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Listen my children and ye shall hear,
A tale to make ye quake with fear.
'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie,
Of a man who...

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Jack Frost adores nipping at our fingers, toes and nose.
Always dressed in white, he hides outside our homes
Creeping out in the dead of night
Keeping his...

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The Obeah Woman

Heavy musty air reeks with the Obeah Woman’s pungent perfume, 
sweat, burnt incense, bitter roots, and swirling black smoke,
dim light from a waning...

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