Best Preternatural Poems

How different this place
this sanctuary feels, here
inside one’s head. Where
insidious illusions fondle
a subvert mind, and obscenities
resonate within the confusion,
when fidgety creatures, assume
guardianship of my preternatural
situation, scurry around my space,
creating lattice of fabrication
across the quaking ceiling.
My imagination becoming
their fodder, my perception
their power, my tenacity
their strength, before...

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Overcome by a wave of curiosity
   I decided to try out seriosity
For which I'd no particular precocity
   'Twas an ill-fated breeze of impetuosity

With visions absurd of grandiosity
   I'd portray Julius Caesar with proper pomposity
Though, to be sure, my toga's...

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Snow draped folds like loose Cashmere curtains cover the evergreen boughs
pining for the lengthening days of each succeeding sunrise,
reticent to see the cold of night fall once again on the lonely landscape.
In this fallow world of darkness quiet is the norm, hushed silence,
nothingness, invading the...

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Just like Helen of Troy
              your face could launch
                   a thousand ships. 

 ...

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Sometimes 
I write poems about
 Wine and other essential
 Molehills of Life at 
4 AM when 
Bacchus is still awake
Conniving in 
Sheer revelry at the
 Mere notion he invented
Satyrs and other
Preternatural nymphs.
Speaking of nymphs, I relish the whim that at 
4:10 AM or thereabouts, if...

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3.



Or down yet another city street,
This Way down that grand Hiway,
That Third Eye opened:
Random patches of dandelion manifest,
Climbing the overgrown commons by the road;
Disappearing out of sight -
By the cracked, sun-blanched sidewalk;
Golden and deep emerald green dandelion
Over the smog-choked horizon.
Humanity on the brink,
Sliding down that...

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	The Selfish Knight and His Lady

Sixteen pieces for me
	Allotted the same for you
But, it always begins with Me first
Unless the 'me' is you...
Whereupon, like Alice in her checkerboard world,
It's up to me to find our way.
	It's up to you 
To find my way...

I have been...

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Mental Illness
 


We are the last 
vestiage of the 
ostracized.  

We are the lepers 
of the moon who
walk among the 
unforgiving innocent
with luminous sores.

We are hieratic stones 
that mark a trail to divinity,
unaware of mediocrity. 

We are the nightmare 
and cuirass of your 
terminal...

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I

Hungry earthworms
Forever entombed in the bowels
Of mother earth
Awake

Defy this asceticism and prostrate
For your ultimate destiny
Lies not in the dogmatic 
Steady march along beaten footpaths

Hungry earthworms
These reminiscences of plaintive cooing
They do not placate
Those dethroned, deprived spirits
Of our fallen ancestors

Ancient dejection above
Deploy your genius here
On this demesne
Extirpate...

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I.

O Bacchanalia! O wild Mania,                              
     be this crazed ecstasy the touch...

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Vampire Poetry

Pale Though Her Eyes
by Michael R. Burch
 
Pale though her eyes,
her lips are scarlet
from drinking of blood,
this child, this harlot
 
born of the night
and her heart, of darkness,
evil incarnate
to dance so reckless,
 
dreaming of blood,
her fangs—white—baring,
revealing her lust,
and her eyes, pale, staring ...
 
Originally...

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When a tree is felled....!

When a tree is felled, a sad ring of deathknell,
With it goes for many - their tiny places to dwell!
How much of Earth will man's greed consume ?
Very many forms discovered by him to subsume;
Bottomless appetite you expect to satiate,
And his...

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A Penn Valley phantom appears to haunt and lurk
   premises at 1148 Greentree Lane
his youngest daughter (Abby) I pledged my troth and, natch won my Zison’s 
Dunkirk
  ire and vindictiveness akin to rivalry of Abel versus Cain
now breeds and festers hallucinations that...

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Once in a wonder land I trekked –
Through the chaos and the wreck.
The earth was clothed in a misty layer –
Sown by the heavens’ unanswered prayers.

Cold hard steel, some sort of construction site –
The somber setting ignited my being with fright.
In this ebony that was...

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A Penn Valley phantom appears to haunt and lurk
   premises at 1148 Greentree Lane
his youngest daughter (Abby) I pledged my troth and, natch won my Zison’s 
Dunkirk
  ire and vindictiveness akin to rivalry of Abel versus Cain
now breeds and festers hallucinations that...

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