Best Noire Poems

now ...

dance for me …
eyes of polished onyx pierce
me like the keen edge of a scalpel,
deftly wielded ...
the blood of my black
heart flowing in and around you,
warm and welcomed to your
wings and wants ...
the aspiration of our spirits -
charged air between us as still as...

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The Devil's Dead Roses
A prelude to the Bete Noire 

Please stop Please stop
Don't look at my face
Please stop Please stop 
Don't look at my face.                    ...

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translation below


Noir
Le noir, la nuit,rêves vides
Tu n’a jamais vu la noirceur comme moi
Le matin, tu te réveilles inlassablement
Le soleil, la pluie, un autre jour
Vous existez, moi, je rêve d'exister
Je dois faire naitre mon existence
Pour l'instant
Le noir est tout à fait l`obscurité
La nuit, le jour, les...

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Bete Noire

What is this
What is this coming at me
What is this coming at me
Stop this coming at me
Stop this coming at me
Take it off
Just take it off
Take off your fuqqing mask
Take off your fuqqing mask
And everything hypnotized
*********** 
What is this 
What is this coming at...

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Bete Noire

What is this
What is this coming at me
What is this coming at me
Stop this coming at me
Stop this coming at me
Take it off
Just take it off
Take off your fuqqing mask
Take off your fuqqing mask
And everything hypnotized
*********** 
What is this 
What is this coming at...

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Rapturous youth and tranquil prime, 
Withered with a weird dream.
I was compelled to enter a realm bete-noire,
That of Stephen Hawking, O dear!
Despite the 'black hole' studs,
Our realm 'emits' a glorious radiance....

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Fleur noir
Fleur effrayée le soir 
Fleur de la nuit
Fleur invisible
Fleur qui n'a jamais touché la pluie
Une fleur qui n’a  jamais dansé dans le vent
Une fleur qui ne chante
La fleur qui se cache nue
S`est jamais souvenu 
Une fleur qui est tout simplement
Une petite fleur
Toutes les...

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My sense of humors mannered an approach,
That anyone that so likes can call a friend.
It isn’t a dream killer or a snatcher but helps push.
It isn’t a dream stealer or a watcher but makes meaning friends.

It’s a dream maker and not a breaker.
It’s an inspirer...

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Sssssst….."Silencesssssss……that'sssss…what I likesssss…."
The snake hisses and slithers incognito
In a dark alley lit by red lanterns
It believes all lives belong to it
A fool's belief, people may say
Words travel around returning with echoes
Banging sound waves to the head 
Hurting the mind that holds a secret key 
To...

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A love sacred to the sinister garden
blossomed fruits set with arcane knowledge.
You are the original that danced, 
among the ebony. The one with a heart … that
only knew, nonconforming. Forbidden amour!

Oh love, the one who never submitted.
Revolution missionaire, would you? …
Give in? Such an upset...

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In my family, a convent in Lucerne, Switzerland loomed legend large. 
It’s name is “La Madone Noire” (the Black Madonna) and according to my mom, it is a “finishing school” where captious girls, who lied or who wouldn’t 
behave, were sent to live with and...

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tumbled symbols scream
tongue-tied tussled bed wetter
fomenter of torment. seeps
dandelion seed shout
unbound denizen of night
angels guardian of sleep...

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Sssssst….."Silencesssssss……that'sssss…what I likesssss…."
The snake hisses and slithers incognito
In a dark alley lit by red lanterns
It believes all lives belong to it
A fool's belief, people may say
Words travel around returning with echoes
Banging sound waves to the head 
Hurting the mind that holds a secret key 
To...

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Drip, drip, dripping down
The moon it shimmers
In the blood that ripples
On the ground

Pink water
In the sink
A cockroach
On the wall

Sip, sip, sipping up
The whiskey from an
Old tin cup; one last
Gulp devours all

Now lay
Back and
Go to 
Sleep...

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now ...

dance for me …
eyes of polished onyx
pierce me like the keen edge of
a scalpel, deftly wielded ...
the blood of my black
heart flowing in and around you -
warm and welcomed to your
wings and wants -
the aspiration of our spirits
charged air between us as still as...

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