Best Incubi Poems

"The Haunting"

What happened 
was a crime
in more ways 
than one

who can understand 
the mind of a recidivist
twisted, calculating
in this story, there is 
more than one, 

the night 
of a thousand 
cutting knives
the turn of the blades

piercing deep
the heart is blind
under gaslight
and yuletide toasts

black sheep 
and...

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"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Anaïs Nin







“Man Eating Flower” 



Voluptuous lips 
Velvet soft and slick
mouth words that skip
and crush off wet tongues to 
french kiss and swallow
all the serious insects

Like a siren sings 
sailors to her 
ocean’s...

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The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the...

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DIE THE DEATH!
(Dona eis requiem sempiternam)

Die the death and transcend vanity
O poor vernal flesh and bone,
Waned out of this primal valley
And sink like the moon beyond the coast.

All expectations, ‘tis the greatest
Reclined at the backdrop of the heart’s throb,
Relegated by mortal necessities in crest
Clouded by...

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]=           THE STRANGER MAN  (1)

Once a foetus when I began the venture
And sloughed from the cove of the womb
Now closer the monstrous possessions 
I built of life on the foundation of a tomb;
Thus, wherein...

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Banshees’ howl and werewolves’ prowl,
Medusa’s calling your name,
Under the cowl of vampiric fowl
You’re raising the stakes to the game.
A common greed, as succubi feed
Engulfing your final amen,
Planting the seed so all that you’ll need
Is the wisdom of darkness again!

Incubi mate invoking a fate,
Zombies seem so...

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MY MOTHER

See her laden and brimming with the sheaves
On a hilly furrowed plane shrouded by leaves
Her way homewards she plods and heaves.

See her joggles on the spinning wheel
A textile she winds out the cotton reel
And made many hue garbs with great skill.

See her broil as...

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Poetry is a simple ride 
through back road rural country side.
Alive with gardens sprouting corn,
white puffs of cotton being born
fodder bales lazing countrified.

Each turn a treasure to the eye,
white egrets stalking incubi.
The rolling breast of every hill,
reveals a pleasured puerile;
majestic hawks soar  in the...

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popular music
a beehive of incubi
buzzing in my brain...

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Why?
Why not!
Their point of view

Each Friday they drank 
vengeance
every bottle drowned
another ache

Knights
shedding the end of a week
elegant shine
lost in devil may care

Needs
numbed in a 3-day marathon
Drink, drink,
drink until dread's dead...

Why not?
Coz they can't unsee 
a view

ailments never quit
piling
rays gamma
radiation 
ever shooting - 
more cancer
reactions 
'n...

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Angels of death, thieves of hearts
You are trapped once their entrancement starts
The only escape of their spell is eternal rest
Hades enjoys using temptation the best
His servants are well versed in his charms
Demons of magnificent grace leading you into his arms
Their beauty hides malicious intent
Their master...

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Oh... sorry, this was supposed to be a positive message...

I can't see very good through all these dark clouds,
                          ...

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State of perception placates
sun or moon
incubi or mindful art
dreamlike lays or lucidity

a place of rest where we are restless
turning in and tuning out
body's give but souls still shout
exuberantly in the echo chamber of the heart

arrows bent and often missed
butterflies all about

the clouds have the questions
captioned...

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------------------------------He died August 25,1971 7:14 P.M.
                                 Hiding in his mountain retreat; he escapes-
...

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Why do those lips
moisten my own - years on?
That labial goodbye, with its embrocate
of memory
returns as a tangible ghost.

A time-traveling incubi latches upon my mind again.
A hummingbirds sip,
a recoil of sensory jack-hammers.

Today, words are meaningless,
lips remain pursed to that goodbye moment.

I did not know it...

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