Best Plutonian Poems
Oh an ode to jenni mann
To write an ode, oh an ode to jenni mann
Would be good, and proper.
Fitting.
Fitting, not like the clothes your distant aunty gets you.
They never fit.
Ill-fitting
Unlike writing an ode, oh an ode to jenni mann.
Fitting.
When the plutonian shores of my heart wash asunder my sadness and heart-ache at your loss
I shall endeavour to beware the boars who gnash without remorse- they do make me cross
Their eyes filled with the darkness of the Forest of Dean
But who is the Dean? The Dean of a University? A cathedral perhaps?
Or is his name simply Dean Fitting?
Fitting.
We had weed cakes.
The amnesia induced seizure did not please ya
Nor did it ease ya into loving me
Perhaps if I had sherbet it'd be different.
Sherbet? or Sherbert? I'm not a gambling man
I shouldn't have left you in your seizure jenni, i shouldn't have left you
Fitting.
Now you're dead.
And there's no amount of sherbe(r)t in the world that can bring you back to my nest of sexual decadence
My quagmire of lust is brown and hollow - like an easter egg, only there is no joy here jenni.
There is no fun to be had without you, all I can now do is reminisce of sherbe(r)t, boars, seizures and ill-fitting clothes
I am stuck in a perpetual state of limbo, I failed to beware the burn, I am in an ever self-sustaining maelstrom of torment and sexual grief
F*ck
I am no longer,
Fitting.
Categories:
plutonian, absence, abuse, betrayal, february,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Freudian Slip
Don't take this as a flippant quip
But you know what's showing?
Your Freudian Slip
You may think you're ultra hip
But your subconscious speaks
Through the words that slip
When you're flustered, try to get a grip
But you only make it worse
Over your tongue you trip
Don't bother trying to zip your lip
Let it all hang out from under
Your Freudian Slip
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Jungian Drawers
This is no mere jest or hype
But you're my kind of archetype
Cast upon Plutonian shores
What showing? It's my Jungian Drawers
The Collective Unconscious is how I know
That you love me, and boy, it shows
Freud and Adler are such wretched bores
To you, I'll toss my Jungian Drawers
Categories:
plutonian, funny
Form:
Light Verse
Poe’s Hourglass: A Melancholic Decree
Once upon a midnight dreary,
As sands slip through life’s hourglass, eerie,
I pondered upon my penitent past,
And the regrets that will forever last.
Time, that wicked thief, has stolen away,
Leaving behind fragments of my yesterday.
Each grain, a specter, fell with a sigh,
A haunting reminder of moments gone by.
Regrets, like phantoms, torment my soul,
Their presence an anguish I cannot control.
Paths untrodden, chances missed,
Eternally trapped in a remorseful abyss.
The hourglass, a harbinger of mortality,
Hath measured my existence with cruel finality.
As grains descend, my heart doth weep,
Lost in the void of time, where plutonian specters meet.
In vain, I grasped at the sands so fleet,
But they slipped through my fingers with deceit.
A pallid burden I could not divest,
Heavy upon my chest, a weight doth rest.
O’ time! That cruel, relentless foe,
With each passing moment, thy presence dost grow.
No respite, no solace, can I find,
Like a thief in the night, gone is my time.
And now, in the dark recesses of my desolate mind,
I find sorrow in the verses I bind.
For in these words, I resurrect demons of the past,
And find memories mournful, that will forever last.
In the style of Poe, I lament the unyielding sands of time,
A symbol of life’s ever fleeting, haunting rhyme.
Regrets! Regrets, forever thy shall be,
In the hourglass of life, a melancholic decree.
And as the sands doth slip, and the ravens soar,
I hear the whispers of, “Nevermore”.
-Edward
Categories:
plutonian, dark, gothic, introspection, life,
Form:
Rhyme
On those late nights,
we shared our thoughts like cigarettes.
Your lipstick still adorns my collar,
like a red badge of courage.
Throughout our lives we never cared enough,
so what was one more night to us.
It is strange how the times change.
If I saw you now, I might not recognize you.
I never had good excuses to tell you.
We were always searching for something,
we could never define.
It turns out it was all just a waste of time.
I just wanted to make things right,
but now I live with this bottled up spite.
Things happened to me much too fast.
I just wanted to take a moment and make it last.
I know complex chemistry and plutonian physics,
but I only wish I knew what all my efforts were for.
Categories:
plutonian, lost love, relationship, remember,
Form:
Free verse
Moon in eastern sky
And mist melds mountains with trees
Lantern is sailing west
the moon sleeps alone
controlling the tide as
you control my thoughts
Moon in Scorpio.
Incurable somnolence.
Plutonian pranks......
Categories:
plutonian, moon, sky, wisdom,
Form:
Haiku
Wings, as black as night
Casting shadows on light
Always, always tapping
Disturbing those napping
Tapping, tapping at a chamber door
He never knew why I came
Only hoping for something sane
Hoping for lost Lenore?
Nameless here forever more
For I shall come, ah nevermore
Nevermore be my name
And with death I came
To tame
His depression, but for him it is all the same
Now I stand on bust and Pallas
Exposing nothing but Malice
He quivers on the ground
As if listening for the sound
Of tapping
The cold air of December
Cooled each proud ember
As he soon remember
The soul of lost Lenore
Nameless for him evermore
But he thinks me a demon
Or, a craven
But I am only a Raven
From the Night's Plutonian shore
The shadows of my wings adore
But a Raven I am
Nothing More!
Set this proud man's troubled soul free
For only then shall he be
With the radiant maiden whom the angel's name Lenore
Nameless, Nevermore!
Categories:
plutonian, allegoryfor him, lost, for
Form:
Rhyme
I can’t get off how I’d like to get off
so I’ll have to get off soft
I can’t get loft how I’d like to get loft
so I don’t get loft oft
I want to face this thing that keeps me down
Awash in a reservoir of doubt and fear
I’m drowning, floundering, reaching around me
Problems they hound me
Monsters surround me
But, somehow, strangely, they all seem to be
A reflection, an image a picture of
Me
And I can’t get off how I’d like to get off
so I’ll have to get off soft
And I can’t get loft how I’d like to get loft
so I don’t get loft oft
I want to get high, so high, that I fly by arrows, missiles, and projectiles of inadequacy
Shot from a thousand countries, a thousand guns, on a thousand ships all launched by a face that looks like
Mine
I want to get off, blowing my head on a mind bending plutonian type experience
Snorkeling to worlds yet unknown all in the space of time that it takes to really know
Myself
I want to wiggle my toes in the periwinkle sea grass of freedom but
I’m trapped in a psychological prison surrounded by windows and doors
There are too many means of ingress and egress, there’s even a trap door constructed by
Me
So, after signing a waiver
I’ll step through the door to the boardwalk of my soul, and ride the roller coaster to eternal happiness or damnation
ride it until the wheels fall off
but . . .
If I can’t get off how I’d like to get off
I’ll have to get off soft
Categories:
plutonian, allegory, hope, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
A written word wistfully wrought into a compendium grim,
Of the darkling ravens beset upon the plutonian shores,
Hither did your shapeless muse invade our psyche and vapid minds dim,
Edgar has retired his effete quill yet still
it inscribes beyond our slumbering doors,
Into the ebony emptiness of a nebulous
night,
Stranger the stars wheeling acrid the sky keening past the silver gate,
The grip of Hypnos tugs upon the astral cord of Dantean flight,
Around Innsmouth conticent shadows arise unbound by the dreamer's fate,
Missdeeming angles converge the zenith disguised,
The hounds approach Tindalos has awoke from his hypnic repose,
Descending down to the fathomless depths within R'lyeh's halls Cthulhu prepares
for his imminent supernal rise,
H.P. you dared to dwell upon the periphery of folie your mantle taken up by future
librettist anew to compose,
Mr. King, Mr. King your words, sui generis, liberated this vestigial mind,
Carrie the queen, Cujo, how does your coat gleam Neath an insomniac's sky,
Silence plays in the streets of Lot just
around the bend Christine's cherry shine,
Tommyknockers knock after a Stand is taken, dusty boots bestride upon a pathless
road naught is heard but a lone gunslinger's sigh.
A Mist departed for a raven flurrying to Lenore,
It dropped Poe's Palladian laurels before
H.P.'s forlorn feet,
Visions of the Crimson King preparing his
generous gift, a Colour from space not seen before,
A Delphic legacy handed to a youthful King entranced by a sulphuric smile and a
clown's gentle wile the circus awaits all below Derry's cozy streets
Categories:
plutonian, fantasy
Form:
Rhyme
Some
(one)(thing)(where)
seething:sighing:spying
scatteringshatteringsputteringstammering
spiral-
i
n
g
A.
A life.
A lifeless life.
A zero (sum) life.
A Zero Man
submerged in Plutonian dust
sliding on the ice of nullification
slipping onto icy swords
secreting icy words
scrambling in dicey discord
loitering in a byzantine empire
where benighted beasts
beat the drums & run the clocks
(L(d)I(e)F(a)E(t)(h))
it's really
simply insane &/or insanely simple:
there's sense
in nonsense
noise
in silent signals
music
in soundless solitude
(D(l)E(i)A(f)T(e)H)
Absolute Zero
will perform
the last waltz
revealing
>>>>>00000
Categories:
plutonian, dark, society, surreal, word
Form:
Free verse
How bright and jovial is the summer sun
Promising life and fertility
How different the October one
Dealing death and aridity
No longer do we espy a golden glow
Now there is but a dark blood red orb hanging low
Cyclopean with its brooding ,glowering glare
Sinister in its Saturnine stare
It is but the harbinger of a deathly gloom
There to lead Persephone down to her Plutonian tomb
There she will,with Demeter's reluctant assent,stay
Until the shoots of spring come out to play.
Categories:
plutonian, autumn,
Form:
Rhyme
Even to the realm of silence
I follow.
To primordial chaos
The specious zany follows.
Seemingly myopic,
my sepulchral glare.
Beware! Of conning eyes
you raider of fulfilled rapture.
I hound the hooded hound
for my demi-soul.
Adonis for Aphrophone
walks plutonian deeps.
Though, I come,
futility behind
scourges with strikes
of dejection.
Yet, on void grounds
I push to limbo
being met by wan faces,
wry creatures.
I fear that perchance
the blazing pecan
is ripe for reaping
Will you succumb?
Aphrophone!
Categories:
plutonian, anger, betrayal, love, mythology,
Form:
Free verse
On the edge of infinity’s threshold,
I stand in observance of Jupiter.
This swirling planet,
from the moon speaks to me
through centuries of travel;
light-years of secrets
yet to be unlocked.
From the present to the future,
visions unfold in my third eye,
as if the planet were a soul.
I stand here on the moon, waiting
observing and shadows of previously
inhabited planets in unknown galaxies,
fill my mind.
I am Argonian, Saturnian, Plutonian,
Zardonian...my past lives meet
as one in this moment.
Clearly, planets are immortal souls.
Categories:
plutonian, people, planet, poems, space,
Form:
Free verse
the sounds of the night desert me
my mind seized by ill-fates once more
as ripples dispatched by the ferry
lick down this plutonian shore
dark deeds in my lifetime like flotsam
sailing passed in the after-light gloom
arrested in moments so shattered
and birthed from my cutting room womb
memories I locked in dark corners
the ones that break silence at night
festering fears held for too many years
malignance I can’t overwrite
but the ferryman points one gnarled finger
at me, then the scenes floating by
his empty black eyes hold mine for a while
then he turns with a near soundless sigh
he claimed no coin for their passage
each fare paid in full long before
remnants returning to whom they came from
and I draw in night’s sweet air once more
Categories:
plutonian, anxiety, death, fear, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Deep into that darkness landscaping
By the grave I saw the quantum mechanics
The blackness covets the stars white dots so dramatic
Deep into that darkness space scraping
UNIVERSE-
By the grave I saw the quantum lights misbehaving
When I thought of the universe vaping
In a kingdom full of storms, comets rains
When I thought of the universe as I glaze
UNIVERSE-
In a kingdom full of storms
Beware, be for warned
Deep into that darkness landscaping
the cosmic constellation canvassing
Theirs is the darkness complete
Theirs is blackness sweet
I felt compelled to sniff the planetoids
Such a coved musty odor
UNIVERSE-
I crave the asteroid, astrophysical aerospace
Mixed eyed views of mistrust missed placed
and the atoms never grounds keeping
As the constellations just keep gyring
UNIVERSE-
Dimensioning and dimensioning within my development
In stepped a developing 'cosmic bay'
There is spectroscopic occultation
Laughs sounds of moving constellation
I crave the prograde, plutonian partial eclipse
Amongst this the beauty of this…UNIVERSE-
5/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
plutonian, analogy, anxiety, celebration, destiny,
Form:
Rhyme
(1)
Send me some hug,
Can't fathom the cold
Send me some light,
And free me from this
Dark, deep, and plutonian pit.
Send me your heart
Through Eros's arrows
Five fathom deep
I'll come to life.
(2)
Feel my bosom
My warmth
Open the gift
There's a key
That would lift
Untangle the ribbon
Before Atropos does
There's no Anteros
But here's me, so Live!
(Roger Roger A. Pautan Jr.)
(3)
Anteros punished him
With golden arrow, aimed.
Then Atropos took the lead
Called Clotho, commanded
To twirl the thread.
And peace, at last!
Cornucopia of tranquility
With Zephyros's breeze.
And Notus hid, in slumber cast.
(4)
In South's sleep,
Boreas awakes
Euros's Deciduous dispersed
Nostalgia to Phthonos
Oh Hera, can he be claimed?
Where in Anemoi,
will Eros's arrow hit
Or can Oizys grief beat?
The heart of this man has left.
Categories:
plutonian, myth, mythology,
Form:
Rhyme