Tree Gothic Poems

Blades of stone
Walls of leather
High way down toward the tree line
Sights unseen 
Carving bones to dust
Waves of flowers burn
Quote the wind, discern
Heavy guilt lifted
Treasure stolen...

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Looking out for a reputation in vogue 
Very sanctimonious
Well you're the queen of making it obvious
 
She'll walk away hastily with her head down 
But...

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Big secrets, in rose tinted glass,
the grandeur of life just a mirrow view apart.
A sweet fragrance of falsehood guards the heart,
Beauty is at the price...

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Glistering liquid midnight, whispered her pain to me
Oceans hissing as thoughts scream cruelty,
Bleeding evening; a Citadel by the sea
Strawberry scent by the pyre as fine...

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This is a long extended night,
   The stars all hibernate,
The blustery gusts revolve around
   The dreams which suffocate. 

Now the torrents...

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The leashed dog sniffs 'round
Halts to stare into the dark
On the edge of trees...

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Mortvilar, The King Of The Bats

A sickness arose from the darkness, from the bats of the night.
They called it the Coronavirus, and it sought death...

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Yet again the door is being knocked
For ages it’s been closed
Who is there?
The Sun looks down
Breeze Halts!
Tulips raise their heads
But the Cascade___still singing like an...

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The Old Ways Days
The old ways are days turned to dust
Not not even ash or funeral garb
Rotting in a collapsed coffin
Or blowing in the wind
A...

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Fears Chains (Haiku)

First line 5 syllables
Second line 7 syllables
Third line 5 syllables
(7 syllables)

Caught within a snare
The paralyzing peepshow
Seduces you there
(Making itself intimate)
(undressing for your favor)
(Fairydust...

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From ‘The Woe of Roanoke ‘
It wasn’t just the gale that chilled his skin
As he mulled on the cannibal captured within.
In trembling state he clenched...

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“50 Words for Poe: dactyl”



When Terror Fell came
he had no complaints

the joint was jumping
it was do or dare
he offered Her his old pear
the porridge here...

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Late at night
I feel no delight
My demons circle around my head 
My happiness fled
I lay next to a tree
The end I can’t see
The pain comes...

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This expert excursion...

sweet sweet soliloquy?

Checking every bucket box,

chiming like strife to be?


Frank Zappa may have had his platter eaten- 

Joseph Gobbles his Dotton feelie' wheels,

but...

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Sneaky Jeja

While walking past this tree
I thought it said 
"Can I have your sandwich"
I thought
"Did you speak to me"
He stuck out his hand and doubled...

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