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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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]=           THE STRANGER MAN  (1)

Once a foetus when I began the venture
And sloughed from...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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------------------------------He died August 25,1971 7:14 P.M.
                   ...

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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...

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