Baby Horror Poems

We cowardly or nonchalantly sit in front our TV
Watching for years: the killings of babies
The odious humiliation of humanity
The bloody murders of pregnant ladies
The iniquitous...

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The year ends on saddest notes
of crying, dying babies in Palestine 
and obstructed efforts 
to throw them a lifeline 

They ought to have long halted
this...

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It’s Christmas Eve, Babe
In the car pound
It shouldn’t be this way
Should not have been found

But I’m the lucky one
I am the thirteenth one
And when I...

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The Prejudice Most Precious

"Mothers are the most maniacal of mass murderers."
-- not yours the child killed
by a teenage mass school shooter  

*...

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...“De people of de modern world
tink dat no rules apply to dem,
dat dey’re too advance for such tings,
dat dey will face no consequence.

“But dere’s always...

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"Sick Art"



I walk the streets
still and quiet
I do not lie
I do not betray
what the heart belies
pickled kidneys 

I am a ghost
of my former self

ears lent...

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Do you know what it feels like
To be with child is a delight
And a horror as you grow
You worry for health wealth everything else soul

Then...

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Mine psyche riddled with dybbuk - haint no joke

Thru emerging adulthood awareness awoke
within noggin of average baby boomer bloke
catastrophization toward risk taking I evoke
positive growth...

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Baby peacefully asleep, 
So is new mom next to crib.
All is quiet in nursery room.
Meanwhile,
A lone black widow spider
Scurries across wall.



Date written: 10/02/2021...

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Sarcomas hatch like caviar
in St. Jude chemo-fire inversions,
where leviathans lay magnetars
to suck the blood of
virgins.

Their celestial suckers nurse their mothers
through quantum-dot tunnels, converging
what little life...

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1.
Highest frigid mount
For a private, odd god walks
betrayed by the ghost

2.
Frosty timberland
A female, great Panther swims
in spite of the frost

3.
A snowy autumn
when a wooden, tall...

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When I Wear Your Favourite Dress 

Oh, I'm so paranoid
I start to shake and take double glances over my shoulder like some psycho's gonna stab...

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He walks towards her in a cold winter’s day
with his buttoned-down shirt and expensive blue jeans.
He doesn’t waste time as he whispers to her:
“You have...

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"The Strange Case of F.T."



They say the dead don’t talk
the stories I have calculated
to deliver a saving grace 
confessional shared amongst 
my equal peers, or...

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My heart is beating off the clock.
He is somewhere in here, and he can see better than I can.
He may lunge into me at any...

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