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50 Words For Poe: Wolf

"50 Words for Poe: Wolf"



He watches the Asylum.
Silently soft paw bides his time and grins

He doesn't dig Haiku
Impromptu is more his thing

Give a dog a bone

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)




https://youtu.be/iPXKzHBTSA4
Pit Stop/Loveage



“The wolf said, 
"You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone."

She said,
 "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid, worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way.”



https://youtu.be/PO6R0UtLpnU
Set the Grass on Fire/Elysian Fields



The wolf said,
“Of course you aren't scared of me. I'm not the wolf. You are.” 

“There's no limit to you, is there?”
 Edward Albee, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? 




Popcorn?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vL2TYoBYsnY 




of course, there's more than one wolf in the woods


50 Words For Poe: the Wicker Man

"50 Words for Poe: The Wicker Man"



Lost in the fire of his own mind
Lost in the fire of his own heart betrayed
Lost in the fire of his own life arraigned
Lost in the absence of Love, always

No Home
Man on Fire 
Afraid

Freedom to be found in the fire of his own sorrow
Freedom to be found in the fire of his own soul
Freedom to be found in the fire of his own today n’ere tomorrow
Freedom to be found in the fire of his own higher-self to remember 

Time now to let go 
Time is not borrowed

Burn the past to find Home

The Ocean calls him Home calls him Home calls him Home

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
for Cerberus
off-page guarding his heart



https://youtu.be/NZ1o3mBbhws
"Man on Fire"/Gerrard




“It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.”  Tolkien, The Silmarillion 




“Ocean, n. A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man — who has no gills.” Ambrose Bierce, The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary

50 Words For Poe: Posthumous

"50 Words for Poe: Posthumous"



Moody dark man haunted mind
Lovecraft sleeps awake eyes open wide
while he writes Her, she possesses he, his lovely succubus Monster merrily
a deep embrace into his dreams spectral posthumous bride becomes her

Lovecraft sleeps awake eyes open wide
wild raging fever in his blood is She
a deep embrace into his dreams spectral posthumous bride becomes her
Dark Danvers dances naked laughing deliciously in the fire with he

Wild raging fever in his blood is She
his very own black-hearted soul sucking Calypso Nightmare Queen
Dark Danvers dances naked laughing deliciously in the fire with he
Beelzebub plays the fiddle burns it up so devilishly

His very own black-hearted soul sucking Calypso Nightmare Queen
penetrates his Lovecraft Church 'N Steeple mercilessly
Beelzebub plays the black organ inside he, burns it up so devilishly
Lovecraft is no Poe is he, now possessed by spectral posthumous bride 

She becomes his poetry

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bf00KI2MEGg "The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove" 
The Dead Can Dance, Album:Into the Labyrinth




“In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulu waits dreaming” H.P. Lovecraft 


"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again." Du Maurier







1.
Lovecraft
https://www.biography.com/people/hp-lovecraft-40102

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H._P._Lovecraft


2.
Du Maurier
“Rebecca” 

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/oct/31/mrs-danvers-rebecca-daphne-du-maurier-baddies-books
Form: Pantoum

Premium Member Lost In the Wilderness

Lost in the...
           vast wilderness
                   that is
          your loving heart;
           I roam contently
            free, my sweet.
                  And I'll...
             stay as long
                  as you
               want me to.
                If it were
              up to me; if I...
     had my druthers, there I'll
                      be
            lost, perpetually.

 
                 (Yalto)
 

Any Poem You Want to Write 50 Words or Less Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written: 09/28/2019
Form: Verse

50 Words For Poe: Marbles

"50 Words for Poe: Marbles"



She returned to her crib in the Asylum
gliding through all the walls covered in 
The Dead Poets' Society writings 
All she could think of was going to bed
a lot of loud Ghost sighing….you know how it goes
she just wanted to rest her head on a ...
soft duck down pillow
and all the lunatic wanted to do in the next room
with his incessant knocking and catawauling,
was to play marbles.

Ah to write a sonnet, she picked up her quill, affectionately dubbed ZoZo 
She turned the music up, you know the drill, you know how it goes...

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)




https://youtu.be/bhLhJm5VyHE




"I'd love to come back as the most annoying ghost ever."
Form: Sonnet


50 Words For Poe: the Woods

"50 Words for Poe: The Woods"





Close my eyes




All goes dark
then a small spark 
the world opens 



LIGHT


My woods


Dusk


Twilight


to


Dawn


to 


DARK


to


LIGHT


There you are:

kinda frightened
kinda brave
kinda bring-it-on
kinda like your mumma 
kinda f-u buddy 
kinda you don't wanna cross this line with me you m'fker

Amongst it, waiting

for me

you-know-who

your .....

well, you can fill the lines in ....


kind of scared 
but not;


anticipating.


I knew you’d find me 
eventually


G
Silver Lady



sometime down the track ...



(Ladylabyrinth/2019)


gvlm/llb



MAGIK.



Hiroshi Yoshimura - A·I·R 
https://youtu.be/ProvVFrF6b8

50 Words For Poe: Styx

"50 Words for Poe: Styx"




Sleep now

Your Nepenthe has been taken
listen to your dream 
what you pay alms for
requires surveillance
this is where she is reached and seen
in her dreams she dreams within your dream

He whistles in with the wind
Like King of the Hill
Incubus sucks her soul in 
she sits in his boat 
long bare legs wearing 
Red killer stilettos, 
"Persimmon" on her wiggling toenails
She's all covered in Sin
she smells good, ripe for kissing
sailing on Styx 
towards some kind of destiny
Him and his hot dream
on their first tryst
this vetoes all need for safe religion
when he looks at himself, 
God is in the mirror 
staring back at Him
He smiles a Jack Nicholson grin

In vivid hues of Blue
he dreams to win
She whispers,
“Baby come here, come in”
This is all he needs 
He's already on his knees
She becomes
His strange new religion

The Black Raven softly sings
Purple is the colour not Red, that 'reals' him in


(LadyLabyrinth/2019)



"And I'm not one for thinking twice,
But I know this much is true,
The earth will turn and powder burns,
And you are my revolver."





Strange Religion, Mark Laneganhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAQZKbUkK_0


The Red Shoes, Kate Bushhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbbPPy_bNM4

Lily, Kate Bushhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWaqPOnR5wU 


Moments of Pleasure, Kate Bushhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pW5hjWVS3ho 

Revolver, Campbell/Laneganhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nT1Y0m8MX2I 









https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Styx

Purple
https://www.bourncreative.com/meaning-of-the-color-purple/

https://www.colormatters.com/the-meanings-of-colors/purple


Red
https://www.bourncreative.com/meaning-of-the-color-red/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Red_Shoes_(fairy_tale)


Blue
https://www.bourncreative.com/meaning-of-the-color-blue/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nepenthe

50 Words For Poe: St John

"50 Words for Poe: St John"




St John was his name
Sinjun for short
Temptation was his game

Ah Black Monk of my dreams
A hot car on a fast track

Shifting gears
I burn up the road, turn up the stick

Fast and furious got nothing on 
Brother Sinjun’s Black Monk’s mojo bag-o-tricks

He sits in the passenger seat
101 goes to 190 around a devil-of-a-curve

200 hits his cerebral cortex, ignites his adrenaline cortisol hormonal nerves
Homeward bound suspension of disbelief non judgement served

Aston Martin Bond-like, covert, under covers with the Nurse
The thrill of it all, he’s in a state of Anti-Christ Ataraxia, convivial

St John was his name
Sinjun for short 
Temptation was his game

On the Road  driving home with Sister Pheromones Bellisima
he can’t wait to take her confessione Hyperpyrexia and 
with big benedictions absolve and never cease to perplex Her

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)





https://youtu.be/hKi7Wq5CUI4
Temptation/Heaven 17





“There's a lot of stress... but once you get in the car, all that goes out the window.” Dan Brown





https://youtu.be/7ip8ZVyF_ac
Fascination Street/The Cure




“The fact is I don't drive just to get from A to B. I enjoy feeling the car's reactions, becoming part of it.” Enzo Ferrari




https://youtu.be/ZcAEIUQmQgI
Watching Me Fall/The Cure




“A muscle is like a car. If you want it to run well early in the morning, you have to warm it up.” Florence Griffith Joyner






1. ataraxia
2. cortisol
3. hyperpyrexia
4. St John/Sinjun

50 Words For Poe: Manifestation

50 Words for Poe: Manifestation



When all this is over
When all the words have dissolved into the Void
and stories of fantasy have no purpose anymore

What you will remember 
of the person you chose to Love
is touch, how it felt to be real

just Be, immediate, in their presence
silent in the moment
the past forgotten

enfolded, you fit, like pieces of a puzzle
close, heart beating against heart, skin to skin
lips like soft velvet crushed moist and warm up against your neck

Stirred with a spoon 
into a piping 
hot mess 

You breathe them in, like they’re your strongest hit of caffeine
and you finally realise

This is How Now Begins

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rt94jbEy0W0







https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titania

50 Words For Poe: Lillith

“50 Words for Poe: Lillith”



Lillith was a cat on a hot tin roof
all coiled up ready to spring

Cat on a hot tin roof
dancing bare feet on a bare floor, cold bed without springs, locked in her own mind, a locked door

you could feel the heat rising off her
like heat when rain hits blistering bitumen, steam slowly raising the atmosphere, electric, charged

She smelt like heat and rain 
and fresh cut silver grass and lemonade

Her mind was like the ocean

She rolled her hips as she swayed in her tight skirt
bare feet in a room next to Terror 

In Room No.9 
Lillith, kind of entranced in her own fire, wired

Turns her back on shadows
in the mirror

Terror’s knocking on her wall
She turns up the music in her mind, higher

She was New
after all


(LadyLabyrinth/2019)




https://youtu.be/dhGETVlOM0Y




“Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,

The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red

Eye, the cauldron of morning.”





“We are all living in an illusion and mistaking it for reality.”

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