Best Mummify Poems

Anubis waits before the gates of hell,
To mummify your morbid love entombed…
With sustenance a sanguinary smell,
Despondent demonic desires consumed…

An enslaved eternal epitaph lies,
Love captured in a pernicious prison…
A cancerous confined in its chastise,
Within a duality sanctioned schism…

A passage in gold as now Osiris waits,
To search...

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I am a tomb of ancient bloom.
I was young once, and pretty.

Now that I am of middle age,
and beauty fades, I must adjust.

To being unseen, no beauty queen.
I must not dance or prance about.

Although inside I dance still.
No one sees the pretty me.

I am a...

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"The Padded Soft Cell" 

Here they cover their mirrors
with garlands of poésies
to stop billabong reflections 
pooling through

the inmates 
congratulate each other
walking in slow dervish circles
Boston-two-stepping backwards ecstatic rituals

Anti-clockwise, 
I told them to change channels
when words become mute
and mummify themselves 

in the gadaidja’s 
interminably 
terminally blessed...

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The Needle’s House
 Waiting For the Third Time Out
 Arabic Poem by: Salah Hassan *
 Translated into English by:
 Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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Between me and me there is a civil war!
 It’s my war alone;
 I will wash away the speech
 And cross the...

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Strange faces facing stranger...faces once familiar,
once borrowed time from the wholesaler....with the retailer....
shared time and places similar....attention meaning superior,
where is that space today?...emoticon nowadays?...expressions moved on,
where is that face today?....concoction nowadays?...eyes carried on,
where is thy time today?...went without me to conquer.... another face...another laughter,
where are...

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Forest trees are defrosted
by rains -
they look as though they
were frozen through time,
only to wait for spring
to boast their greenness.

As the hands of time move,
the trees protect birds,
chipmunks, and lovers
from the burning sun.

Later,
with no shade to give,
and no burning sun,
the trees begin to shed
their leaves,
creating...

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Blood is life, today
          Blood is life ,tomorrow
                    Blood in his body, 
Yooh! - in animals, 
Why not in the trees?
Haha, haha, haha!
Trees live too...yooh!
Fish swimming,  breath into the water, 
Man can't , death, comes as called. 
Come , come , come...
Take him home to...

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...So why do we keep ghosts in here
when by the day many folks die?
Well, you see, it’s technology,
it tears them apart from the inside.
Since they are merely energy
all the fields from our gadgets and toys
scatter their essence all about,
it’s a fate free ghosts can’t avoid.
These...

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A black widow spider spins a silk thread
into a near-transparent dream catcher;
filling her with joy and her meals with dread.

A very cunning, deadly flycatcher
ready to pounce and mummify her food;
she lies in wait like a body snatcher.

Any damaged web gets quickly renewed
with her sticky silk,...

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Without hesitation, we
Consume youth like a pill--Watch:
The sunset crushes into the sidewalk
Spilling shadows in it's haste.
Tendrils of smoke mummify the wide open spaces
We've come to know, billowing grey,
Bitter to the senses.
Moments in passing flash white hot;
Like a scandalous midnight, the
Door is locked behind them....

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On the day that I stop writing with passion, on the day when you see my name and it does'nt provoke an attraction, and on the day when I write a script to your disatisfaction, I'm giving you permission to lock me in a dungeon...

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Time ticks by there's no time to cry
You can only turn a blind eye
The world is ready to horrify
And I wont stick around to say goodbye
While I solidify
You try to justify these actions that terrify
It will petrify and mummify
They wont mystify or mollify
As you just...

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Apostle Matthew encountered... 
artist, dragon and gangster extraordinaire

Here at 2 Highland Manor Drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.

Actually all three people
linkedin to each other courtesy
Dissociative Identity Disorder
(Multiple Personality Disorder).

Wiccan up to mystical alien way
I raptly listened as she didst soothsay
scanned -- din heavy yen reference
about paganistic folkloric history
regarding Sweden...

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Apostle Matthew encountered... 
artist, dragon and gangster extraordinaire

Written September ninth, 
two thousand and twenty one.
Reposted exactly three years later.

Here at 2 Highland Manor Drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.

Actually all three people
linkedin to each other courtesy
Dissociative Identity Disorder
(Multiple Personality Disorder).

Wiccan up to mystical alien way
I raptly listened as she...

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