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Premium Member Dr Jackal and Mr Hyde

DR. JAKAL AND MR. HYDE

Science verses madness, welcome Dr. Jackal meet Mr. Hyde,
Within all mankind a darker side exists, it is the beast,
Teetering on the brink of being released at any time.
Hatred’s malcontent, our inner basic instinct prowling, in
Our darkest part of the soul of humanity.
A madman’s obsession to gain control of his darker side,
Experiments in places where thou’est should not dare go,
Making judgments only left unto a higher powers call.
In a hidden laboratory, beneath the darkened streets of London,
A scientist crosses a fine thin line between the conscious. And
Unconscious mind, splitting his spiritual soul in two, releasing the
Beast from within himself, behold Mr. Hyde, heckling, screaming,
Into the darkness of the night, I’m free at last.
In shadows hollows he lurks, waiting to prey on the innocent,
Unaware of his malevolent presence, a black bag tucked under
This creature of the inhumane picks his victim with sheer disdain.
Luring them with silver flashing coins of promise, he kills without
Hesitations malice, relishing in their screams of tortures monumental
Torment.
But the manufactured poison, wears thin, and the Dr. Jackal, personality,
Chimes in again, and realizes what his alter ego has done, but it is too late,
To save the innocent from death’s final demise, so he flees the scene,
Escaping into the night’s shroud.
Never again Dr. Jackal vows, will I release this inner demon, yet
Hyde will not be denied, I will take power again.
Dark and light battle within one beings soul, until the eclipse of one nights full
Moon descends, and Dr. Jackal faces Mr. Hyde at last, ending his own life!
But in hell’s final crescendo, whom truly has lost the battle for existence,
The Man or monster.
Heaven only knows the truth on such matters; I’m just a lone mourner,
At a madman’s funeral, and shall I place two roses upon his grave, one
Of ebony black Mr. Hyde, and one white for my dear friend Dr. Jackal.
Farewell my friends, may you both find some kind of peace on the other
Side, he left a note with these budding gifts, and it was so signed
Sincerely the man dressed in black.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
© Cherl Dunn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Jackal

Jungle's deadly wolf roams,
Jaws tightening as limbs
Jut out from black of night;
Jeering its prey for  one
Joust between man and beast:
Jingling its canine paws,
Jolts rip a hunter's flesh!



Pleiades-J Contest of Kim Merryman
3/5/2017
Checked with www.howmanysyllable.com

The Jackal

Night unto night and day unto day; what is this entity....

Realizing now when I was but a child and the boogeyman whom would

Enter into my dreams and nightmares was no less than that of myself in

A future to be borne amid Jekyll and Hydes scenarios and truths; within

This battle waged by the flesh upon my spirit to possess, its sacred light....

Cravefuls enemy peering through times window and scratching at tomorrows door!?

And I as a frightened child of sort unknowing; to confront its growling pain

Until one day my beautiful Father arrived through the pandorians secret passage to say 

“Be not afraid of the terrors which dwell by night for, I Am forever by your side.” ~ 

His Glory then thus imparted; I being enlightened became myself bold 

Towards this perpetual raging storms taunting and wailing cries from outside; ripping

These boards from trembling windows as tearing bolts amid screaming doors....

Dashing through times threshold; only to find that the shadow of tomorrows flesh 

Was nowhere to be found and yet hiding behind the bushes a child; this Hyde?!

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....“Knowing, The Jackal” ~


Jackal

Join together in packs
Journey in Africa
Jaunt as prowling wolves and
jabber like little dogs
Jaws grip prey like a vice
Jugular bites will kill
Jolting Willis movie


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March 5th, 2017
Kim Merrymen Contest
Pleiades J

The Jackal

I'm which you want to avoid on your path at night.
I'll follow you home and you'll never see me in sight.
I'll snatch your cub from your paws while you sleep.
I'll devour it whole while you search and endlessly weep. 
I am the Jackal.

Nazriel Rising

Nazriel Rising Small World Ace

She was as pretty as ever on this night
With me smitten to bits with her aura
As we met on our usual pickup location
Nazriel that one who so compliments me

We were on an official business briefing
One of Epic proportions with intricacies
This time the operation was offshores
With me providing intel logistic n liaison
We had to discuss the mission details

The coppers got wind of our operation...
And they being on standby we went on unabated
We were taking out a notorious terror cell
Deep in the suburban’s of Kismayu

The Operation had the green light of our CO
Yet... Something felt off call it an 8th sense...
A key word “conscription” kept clopping up
We were not decided... yet the die was cast
Swiftly we had to act and neutralize the enemy
Thus Operation ...Sly Jackal. was initialized
With Controlled Outcomes a key prerogative

Nazriel bid me goodbye with a kiss...

As I approached the coppers car on standby...
With me leaning on their window and by way of greeting
“What can I get you this time officers...?”
I can get you a couple of stinger missile at the right price
But are you sure you can afford… they eyed me calmly
Not betraying an iota of emotion... the rest transpired in silence.

To be continued… #Acode254_Pmc_LuisMi008


Premium Member -the Poet Jackal-

It comes with a jagged dagger flashing in the moonlight! 
Teeth, sharp, like a mad dog showing!
Howling with a jackal's gruff, stiff hair in the wind blowing.
To destroy honor and integrity with vicious attacks.
All endless and hurtfully, ongoing.

Humiliating any with its filthy, bloodied, toenails growing.
His path, one drawn by jealousy, and pretentious clown boyishness, a strolling.
Beware this jackal wearing the face of Christ that's throwing....
Comments to harm any loving and truthful poet.
His harm done with evil-spiteful, vicious knowing.


                    February 19, 2020
                           3pm PST



** never wrote a Dark poem before like this**
IN HONOR OF ALL DECENT POETS HERE WHO BEAR
THE SCARS OF THE JACKAL, BUT SURVIVED!!!!

His Jackal Howl Fills the Room

chained in shackles
to
the 
dark dungeon wall
is
the
ghost of doom
where
his 
jackal howl fills the room

Live like a Jackal, Die like a dog

Hear the flames crackle
Fall on your sword  
Live like a Jackal  
Die like a dog  

The lion is weary
Hyenas dart and bite
Their laughing is eerie
He'll lose his last fight.

The vultures are circling
Eyes that see far 
Their shadow is on you
Wherever you are.

Betrayal was easy
You were attracted to strife 
You gambled with demons  
And wagered my life  

Now dust claims your legend
You can't make it whole 
May hell give you welcome  
for you the bell tolls

So hear the flames crackle  
No lion saves you now  
Live like a Jackal  
Die like a dog
© Gem Stone  Create an image from this poem.

I Have Seen the Jackal and His Friend the Crow

His scrunch snout looks me in the eye
His deathly ritual is nigh
They wait and wait for the prey
And I am his, today

As walk with him
Down the path, so dim
He stops before it can end
And says hello to his friend

The melancholy Crow sits away
On a tree branch, to stay
She watches and watches
And the earth, it has notches

The Jackal wants me
The Jackal can’t have me
He wants to lead me
He can’t lead me

The Crow says it’s not time
The distance up comes daytime
The Jackal argues with the light:
“She should be in the night!”

And in the end,
That’s when I met the Jackal and his friend

The Jackal in The Bush

See jakalman standing in bushes with mammary glands looking like a pregnant lion, it is roaming the hills looking for prey and all the animals has to get out of the way and mount the tree above it and lie flat on the branches far away from it. It stands on the side of the hill in the bushes contemplating which way to go, it is searching for preys and attack anything that comes its way, jackalman lives in the wilds and have to struggle  hard to survive. Jackalman sometimes roams the forest creating a storm just before the break of dawn, and all the petrified animals bungle together holding court in the dark  waiting for the massacre to start. Jackalman  swings from limb to limb while the owl stood high on a branch too scare to hoot least jackalman tears off its boot. Tension runs heavily in the bush and danger masquerade on the hill and all the animals search for an answer to take down jackalman.He is  the king of the forest but they were too scared to do it. The cheater with it spotted coat and fishbone stuck across its throat crawl out of the bushes and said, “ I will do it,” but when master jackal comes its way the timid cheater crawl back in the bushes to think of another strategy. The night drifted in anger and all the animals arm themselves with sticks and stone, baseball bats and shot-put ball that weigh about sixteen pound. The carefree antelope made its way home with baby antelopes wagging their tails and frolicking around while danger lies ahead of them but the heavens  tell them. The little antelope fell behind unaware of what is going on and walk merrily along the lane but the Jackal hid in the bushes seeking desperately for something to cook, and dinner was in site and the jackal had to make a sacrifice  and just as I thought of it Jackalman leaps out of the bushes  and held baby antelope to the ground but the  animals were just in time to sever its head and the antelope and all the animals declare that the king of the forest was dead. The animals gather together  and circle around Jackalman’s throne and so they feed on raw meat and flesh and  drag jackalman's body through the street  and animal and man join  the procession.

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