Best Fetishes Poems

For years the witches have gathered
Practicing their satanic rites of insanity
How many people have they butchered
Secluded, in this forested den of iniquity

Open fields surrounding the plateau
Making it hard to approach undetected
The going will be arduous, and slow
Foolishly believing they are protected

The moon always seems to...

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Renee Vivien Translations


Song
by Renée Vivien
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

When the moon weeps,
illuminating flowers on the graves of the faithful,
my memories creep
back to you, wrapped in flightless wings.

It's getting late; soon we will sleep
(your eyes already half closed)
steeped
in the shimmering air.

O, the agony of burning...

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My Sister Lover
Only the dead are smiling.
To Console a broken heart takes strength
Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God.
It took thirty long years
To unraveled the mystery of a lopsided affairs
She had love with conditions, 
Only a few could ever endure
Finally, it...

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It’s not rare ; it’s a common plight..
Best way to start a good fight.

There are a lot of studies about diseases,
Symptoms include coughs and sneezes.

Aches, pains, fever and depression,
Even  fetishes and obsession.

These symptoms may include sundry conditions.
 Including vomiting, diarrhea and other emissions,

But by...

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Into the darkness with adventurous fantasies at stake 
Wondering how much this creative experience 
Will actually make 
It was only a few months ago 
One’s mind played out the moving picture show 
A funny friendly rollercoaster ride the characters did take 
Following an author’s imaginary...

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Avina Netu, my scarlet queen
Setting the lecherous minds of many ablaze
I'm hypnotized by her mystic spell
Burning Russian fondness, Queen of passionate hearts
An electrifying feeling coursing through my body
Dopamine rushing through my body, intensifying my lewd thoughts
Now under the impression I'm witnessing someone angelic
Now wanting a...

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Nymphomania Is all she can grant you along with a well spent night
This femme fatale isn't something A man can't handle 
A sex-fiend straight from the chamber of Satan
A desire so strong 
It won't ever feel wrong
 
A mistress of melancholy
She took over my soul
The...

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A sniper was around.
I did not want to rush 
and kiss the jessamine.

Last night, it was a 
retributory offer
to put off the candle.

I am here to stay 
for prudence, speaking 
the dialect of the nameless.

I survive the fetishes 
of light. O unknown, I 
live in...

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Kaotic kleverment gets me in double trouble 
You're juzz jealuss cuz I can make a sky full of precious slangs and beautiful rubble 
You wanna bet I'm the opposite of a crazy witch with a 'b' instead in real life? I can do the duties...

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Eproctophile

As fetishes go
This one you must know
Eproctophile – doctors will tell you
With the passing of gas
Arousal at last
Eproctophiles just want to smell you

Uncle Mike...

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A false perspective from the drug
adversity confirm the slug
to cover my lost space, a plug
the prior years seem lost to tug!

Some remnant, some impersonal shrug
has cast me down to this exchange
my livelihood must rearrange
to manifest this new derange!

A blob of entity enhanced
to fill the cabinet...

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Staggered by the virus burning through the city veins,
Stop motion, speeded up, the slam of distant trains,
Rattled through the concrete as forgotten people die,
Howling jets of power chords go crashing through the sky.
The cardboard jungle stretches out along the seamy streets,
Where grimy flesh of down...

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A while ago someone accused my work of being nothing short of soft ****. Here is my reply. 

Hypocrisy is a wonderful thing.
With words said in praise that ultimately sting
the victims of jealously's unfocused bile, 
passed on by those with no sense of style.
Stealing men's...

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I tell you
it is rough being the poet
of petty bourgeois 
middle class complaint. 
Sensibilities based in
the ordinary.
Fetishes and obsessions
clinging to the prosaic
with no great success nor
abject failure.
Some practical good sense
always seemed to save me
and render life and poetry
to a solid B grade. 

I need to...

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I don't know who i am....
and why i dream all night
or how I'm going to get out of this situation
and when will my suffering of crying for the world
or the tears for myself i feel soo greedy about become blessings
or just cease to fall

I don't...

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