Why do those lips
moisten my own - years on?
That labial goodbye, with its embrocate
of memory
returns as a tangible ghost.
A time-traveling incubi latches upon my mind again.
A hummingbirds sip,
a recoil of sensory jack-hammers.
Today, words are meaningless,
lips remain pursed to that goodbye moment.
I did not know it was the end back then, but
it is perfectly clear now -
I am over it.
Categories:
incubi, poetry,
Form: Free verse
State of perception placates
sun or moon
incubi or mindful art
dreamlike lays or lucidity
a place of rest where we are restless
turning in and tuning out
body's give but souls still shout
exuberantly in the echo chamber of the heart
arrows bent and often missed
butterflies all about
the clouds have the questions
captioned with quips
tied up and whipped
the cream always rises
it's on top
I skim the milky waters
you dipped in innocence
(k)not undone
I the moon/you the sun
Categories:
incubi, love,
Form: Free verse
popular music
a beehive of incubi
buzzing in my brain
Categories:
incubi, culture, music,
Form: Haiku
MY MOTHER
See her laden and brimming with the sheaves
On a hilly furrowed plane shrouded by leaves
Her way homewards she plods and heaves.
See her joggles on the spinning wheel
A textile she winds out the cotton reel
And made many hue garbs with great skill.
See her broil as she stirs the broth in the tripod;
Day by day the market and stream she trod
And fetch fire woods and make fine wares of gourd.
See her sit on a stool, behind the moon wanes;
She enacts folklores of ancient reigns,
Of men and animals, plants and bizarre planes.
See her upon her breasts life’s incubi weigh
As all her offspring upon her tender bosom lay
She cossets them from womb to tomb till she’s grey.
Categories:
incubi, appreciation, devotion, for her,
Form: Couplet
Banshees’ howl and werewolves’ prowl,
Medusa’s calling your name,
Under the cowl of vampiric fowl
You’re raising the stakes to the game.
A common greed, as succubi feed
Engulfing your final amen,
Planting the seed so all that you’ll need
Is the wisdom of darkness again!
Incubi mate invoking a fate,
Zombies seem so rotted out,
Cerberus waits, guarding the gate;
Screaming evolves from a shout.
Wendigo beasts and satanic priests
Infecting a poisoning pen,
Cannibal feasts, knowing at least
You’re welcoming darkness again.
Hessian witch, a smouldering *****
Cursing you all from the flame,
Spasmodic twitch relieving the itch
Still the figments of evil remain.
Entangled within a commoners sin
Corrupting the roots of our Zen,
Bleeding the kin and letting it in
Till we welcome the darkness again.
© Copyright 2013 Adam Parker
Categories:
incubi, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Angels of death, thieves of hearts
You are trapped once their entrancement starts
The only escape of their spell is eternal rest
Hades enjoys using temptation the best
His servants are well versed in his charms
Demons of magnificent grace leading you into his arms
Their beauty hides malicious intent
Their master is Satan, from fire they were sent
To lure those on the brink
Into the merciless pits of anguish they sink
Succubi and incubi, creatures of darker than night
Look instead to the light
It is so easy to fall to their enchantment
Their evil shows not a hint
False feelings take away every care
Past everything, into your soul they stare
Unbearable is the loss of their presence
Heartbreak involving them is intense
Once you taste their power you'll always want more
Yet, be it by homicide or suicide, only the end is in store
Kiss me now, steal my last breath
My darling, my love, my life and my death
Categories:
incubi, death, imagination, mystery, passion,
Form: Couplet
Poetry is a simple ride
through back road rural country side.
Alive with gardens sprouting corn,
white puffs of cotton being born
fodder bales lazing countrified.
Each turn a treasure to the eye,
white egrets stalking incubi.
The rolling breast of every hill,
reveals a pleasured puerile;
majestic hawks soar in the sky.
Every mile of black twisting tar,
is filled with country insular.
Greening orchards and baked orange clay,
clear blue skies enhance the array,
in panoramic ocular.
On the horizon clouds cluster,
summoned to a graying muster,
raging into darkened night
frightened white egrets take to flight
lifting into this blackened sight.
Muffled thunder bellows aloud,
awakening a sleeping cloud,
as lightening scratches through the sky,
ruffling feathers as they fly
white egrets in a pitch black shroud.
Rain blurs colors in distant trees
while puffs of dust attend the breeze.
Torrential rain, that once was held,
within the grasp of this great meld
descends in fits on congeries.
Categories:
incubi, nature
Form: Verse
------------------------------He died August 25,1971 7:14 P.M.
Hiding in his mountain retreat; he escapes-
Into a fantasy world of a future life
Pretending to be a POET an illusion : untrue
Dreaming the same dream over an over again
The vivid nightmare of his past keeps on living
Disguised as a silhouette in the shadow of life
Presumed he has a loving heart: yet has no heart at all
At night the incubi haunt ; torture his dying soul
What is Life, friendship, Love he does not know
In his reverie he awakes in Eternity with his Love
L E N O R E by his side : Amen
Categories:
incubi, death, depression, time
Form: Free verse