April Gothic Poems

As Saturated Earth Bids Me Adieu

As saturated earth bids me adieu
Angry moon spat out darken, molded cheese
There, prisoner in chains, thinking of you
My evil captors...

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oh, how i wish i could write
like the wonderfully weird e.e. cummings
but the right words somehow escape me
left only with personal shortcomings 

it’s clear, i’m...

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A cobwebbed threshold 
of her festering wound.
The foul rush of shadow and abandonment
spoiled just beyond recognition. 

Embers of a chaotic ritual 
and venom searing vehemently
through...

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I’m HOWLING inside
clawing the dark walls unseen
alone…feeble…scared
do you sometimes sense my fear?
would you save me if you could?


*I wrote this poem on April 5, 2021,...

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Once feeling envy for your imposing life 
Lusted after your confidence and your possessions. 
The greed consumed me until the hunger 
overtook my natural sloth-like...

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You stab at my manufactured beatless heart,
and tear off my tattered burlap textile.
Puncturing the weakened breath from my tight lungs.
To you, I’m just a naked...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Once we had it all, I had a nice raven-haired girl, took her three kids 
on all happy families. Guess I did love you, were...

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Some people said that “disappeared”
Become flourish with Jesus
What things did really lose?

Color of long hair 
Carry sea who mixed with blood
In the nest, Union will...

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Eerie rusty gates creak for me;
Gothic ravens swarm in surreal glee . . . 

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April 28, 2019


Poetry/Crystalline/Gothic Ravens
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1140-194-02
All Rights...

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A flower is wonderful to have in life,
but it reminds me of a rose that is 
red, that I used to have, and to hold,
all...

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The Terrible Ghastly Beastliness of
"THE POTATO CADAVER UNDEAD REVIVAL" (sonnet)
The Potato of Terror, April 24th 2002

They dug him up with a great pointed spade,
Awoke him...

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APOCALYPSE NOW!

There was 
a time when war 
became no more and time
stopped.  Why reason?

There is
a time when feuds
become Armageddon.
Life stops dead still...
______________/
Verlena S. Walker
Date:...

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There was nowhere to go,

but I got some company for show-

shuttled me in and out of Po',

raced a car and blew a motor...


Got me into...

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