Best Dire Poems

Moist jungle's steaming breath assaults my face
Molasses air I struggle to inhale
Your ruddy visage slowly drains to pale
Sharp cliff, black knife wound in the verdant space
Decrepit footbrige held up by mere grace
Each rope suspended taut by one sole nail
No time for turning back, it's move or fail
Their fever burns, thin lives that wane apace

We're down...

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I wish I never fell into your abyss
Wish I never dared to meet those enticing lips
Wish I never felt your heroin kiss
That had me floating, cloud nine: 
The ultimate bliss

I wish I never laid in your bed
Settled into the crevices of arm and chest
I wish I never gave in, to the chemical mess
When it left...

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in dire unison
famished hatchlings performing
same old tune for meal



posted on May 2, 2020...

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It's not a dessert-worthy treat
But something disgusting to eat
If not rightly mixed
Pin-rolled and affixed
Your pie crust will taste like concrete...

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peu à peu comme une rose 
quand vient l’automne
je t’ai vu faner
devant moi tout lentement

je n’aurais pas cru
voir éclore entre nous un amour si serein
garni d’un parfum plus divin

tu m’as offert l’intimité comme un trésor
que l’on offre sans rien à cacher
d’un cœur innocent

cette proximité restera toujours avec moi
tu seras en tout temps l’amour de ma...

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June 1987. All is well as we sit celebrating 
 my 30th birthday in the best little bar and 
 Dance club in our quiet little town. Empty 
 B52 shot glasses line the table and the 
 mood was PARTY. We all sat laughing and 
 enjoying the evening but then I hear
 a...

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A walk home 
...And there he lie in fetid squalor,
Upon the chaise in vacant parlour...

“What befell this young man?” a query.
A sorrowful tale - tis quite dreary. 
Tricks! The superstitious mind doth play. 
Bested - a quite unfortunate way. 
Let it be warning for thy wary. 

The bell tolls twelve. Ah, tis mid of night!...

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The moon hovers there, shining aloft,
its form the infamous crescent,
its glow so luminous as to reveal the rest of the orb,
oft-hidden when its time in the sky is not nigh.

Underneath, a fog coats the cold ground.
It floats eerily around everything in its path,
twisting here and there, suffusing the darkened morning
with a fell feel, secrets behind...

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the dire mistress assails
she pursues a mans carmine sustenance
becalm her
with reality
with reason
in order to pacify her passion

If in need
desperately
become anointed, seek inner peace
join willingly with the angel
belong and recite with her
during her reaping song

hovering voraciously
over the carnage
a sliver haired woman
does appear
she is caped in gracing darkness
emitting reverential fear

a wanderer
stands alone
unmoved after observing this slaughter
he stands...

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O Naples,
if Vesuvius erupted...you'd have
Pompeii's dire fate!...

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Storm
Beginning tomorrow
Blizzard in Northeast
It whispers slow down
Hibernate


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To say Adieu, is so dire a crime,
I said only once,
That same time
Her heart shred tears of pride
by the seaside. 
 
I kissed her lips, so sweet and pale, 
I kissed only once,
Like in a faery tale
A chaste fire warmed her face
With holy grace. 
 
I cannot leave, beside her side,
I loved only once,
To this...

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A mulking it's agaluk
It sits high in proud symbololic
the winding capesmen
swindling down it's ivenya branch
A dull move for it's majected lanch
a walking man sees ten
It boldly sweeks blin
A watch from the gaven's eye
speeks anogon boutful surprise
meekly wandanla , A shooting star
sweeps at the moving speech
A nudeful sound so nar
squining it's passage...

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     I watch the sun rise and once again bring another dawn, Another day in which we are alive. I stand 30 feet above the muddy ground, on the top of our walls, at the end of my watch shift. 
     In the mud I see what...

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The Saints marched in
And in the din
So many dollars spent.
The stadium roof
Can stand a hurricane--
A category five.
What about the residents?
What will keep them alive?
Football is a pastime, yes,
An important one, it's clear.
The folks of ward nine might say,
"Where was our support this year?"
People live in trailers, provided
By the government, it's true.
Where did my Red Cross...

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