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"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
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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
Cosy lights and small toy cars.
Chasing baddies under the bed clothes by torchlight for the moon and the stars.
Creating people and places and crimes.
Creating heros and villains with no pennies or dimes.
Finding beauty that you cannot find the words to describe.
Sunlight through tree shadow cut by a bird taking flight.
Mist like magic under the dawn of a new day.
Fields of miles to explore and conquer in the innocence of play.
Dreams that weren’t broken by the reality of life.
Eyes wide with wonder in soft faces of warm light.
Laughter and joy chasing the sun.
The days when we could dream of being anything or anyone.
When folks are young, they may feel blessed
But I coped with bullies, life felt stressed,
I started eating a lot, food always there
In theory a good thing, in my case a snare,
I ate whole boxes of doughnuts, chocolate cake too
Into my mouth, tasty pastries flew
Ate myself sick, could not disgorge
Then tried to run it off, body in a forge
Got strange symptoms, my extremities cold
Felt fatigue in the morning, I was young, but felt old
When I had a craving, to voraciously eat
In the battle of will, it was always a defeat.
The Hypothalamus is a pea shaped organ in the brain
Supposed to regulate craving, but my mark of Cain
Suppose to regulate reproductive urges too
When that kicked in, shame added to the stew
Not good or bad, food is meant to subsist
but If I went by a bakery, I could not resist
I'd pay for the delicacies, eat them standing there
People looked at me, I pretended not to care
Tried to eat bulk, solve the craving crime
In dark alleys, ate whole watermelons at a time,
If I had to buy something, I'd mail home the change
A life of privilege, led to something so strange.
Food was my master, it controlled me.
But I fasted part time, that's how I broke free.
I quieted down the enemy, now a friend
Got a second wind, a damaged man on the mend.
Got Shock Treatments, and Thorazine,
Helped with the symptoms, stopped snacks, wiped clean.
It wasn't all normal, I needed tricks for control
Trying to conquer what swallowed my soul.
The past can't be changed, but can one break the spell?
Avoid the positive feedback into hell?
You have to be selective, not clear out life's shelf
Discipline is needed for sanity and health
Not much is known about the traps in the mind
I've been in some, hope I left them behind
Should I blame myself, or blame my brain
Can any recrimination wipe out the stain?
When you're down in this life, baddies swoop with glee
Like vultures circling a wounded prey, they came for me.
They latched on, like an octopus in a marsh
I tried to tell my story, but it sounded mad, too harsh.
But it did make me think, as the iron rules kicked in
A harsh lesson learned in a world where mercy runs thin.
I should turn my back on the past, though I should not forget
My new problems are worse, but I freed my mind from the net
Paulo was Brazil’s most popular journalist, but the left did pursue
He told an American interviewer that the left there "hates you"
I found this a puzzle, I asked why, what did we do?
But hate has odd wellsprings, and I still have no clue.
Brigitte Gabriel lived in a pretty Lebanon town with a hilltop breeze
There were school plays, and churches, gardens and fruit trees
It was Christian then, Moslems next, Holy war came as fate
She wrote a book about what she learned, called "Because They Hate"
You might wonder why the title isn't WHY they hate?
But hate has its own logic, and the reasoning isn't straight
I learned some of this logic too, it has its own rules
You don't learn them in Hollywood, or in the schools.
The first rule is that weakness invites attack
You get friends in odd places, others stab your back
Second, the more baddies hurt you, they want to hurt you more
If you've already hit bottom you might ask what for?
Third if you end up acting the way they force
They even punish you for that, though they were the source
The victim argument of "what did I do to you"
Doesn't work at all, even when its true.
All this seems irrational, but some people produce hate
The way waterfalls turn turbines, and power generate
I read of one U.S. woman kidnapped, led in chains by evil men
She asked why, was told "because we hate you", same puzzle again.
I do believe there's a reason for everything
In some people a distorted brain is the bubbling spring
In others perhaps an ideology some fool did start
Maybe a moral divide in every heart.
This is a fictional conversation between a fictional young Nazi and a fictional young Jew (I made them up entirely, they are not characters from one of the holocaust books I've read); both of whom share the same sentiments to the point of the following lines being interchangeable. That is, either of them could have said any of it, because they both felt it, stuck in the concentration camp. I know this would probably not describe most Nazis, but I just wondered if perhaps there were some who felt like prisoners pushed into their roles, who didn't want to be the baddies, and who didn't want to be there any more than their victims did. I wondered, what would it sound like if they could relate to each other? This is what I came up with.
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"What in the hell are we doing here?"
"I don't know!" He replied with a tear.
"I'm here against my will, but I follow orders still."
"God help me! I obey out of fear."
~~~
"Back at home, Mom wanted me to stay,
but this awful place tore me away."
"Working fills me with dread; sometimes wish I were dead."
"Will me make it out alive one day?"
~~~
As a human, he looked in my eye.
Our mutual pain caused us to cry.
"When times get real bad, I miss my Mom and Dad."
Trying to smile, he said-- "So do I."
~~~
He's set up to be my enemy,
but we both really long to be free.
Through it all, in the end: I considered him-- Friend.
That'd stop wars-- if everyone would be.
Make a noise!
What?
Something, anything that's going to get them movin'.
What?
The mouths.
Mouthe's huh?
The story is told with the mouth.
So is the ******.
Not really, well anything can tell you anything more than that! But this is starting in a tiny village next to Wimbly's Cafe where they serve Italian food Ala carte.
They didn't want to be fancy, these where in-breeders.
No such thing...
They didn't like action unless it was uncensored and back wood.
So?
It was all a dream man!
So.
So be outspoken and move on! Those are baddies! They are bridgeable gaps! Something from an invisible makeshift mah!
I told my family, "There's a film of me,
A fool for all the world to see.
Dancing before a bedroom glass,
Over a pretty woman, I was an ass.
A tune of silly words I'd say,
Rehearsed a few times each day.
That secret film was passed around,
Just the start to bring me down.
They judged me like the worst of men,
As if I'd sinned again and again.
My parents, feared I'd lost my mind,
Left any hope for me behind.
Years passed by; then I sought the law,
To tell them something new I saw.
"One sentence only," said the cop.
"So make it brief, and then please stop."
I said, "They enter where I sleep,
And drugs into my brain do creep."
Before I'd even said much more,
He locked the station's heavy door.
He called my home without delay,
To have my family take me away.
One sentence was enough, to prove
I was stuck in a raving groove.
I tried again some months from then,
I wrote to officers again.
Local, county, state alike,
Hoping truth at last would strike.
I wrote, "I'm drugged inside my room
By drifting vapors filled with doom.
They steal my rest throughout the night,
They twist my thoughts beyond what's right."
The police soon pulled into my drive,
to stay calm I tried to strive.
They took me to the loony bin
Where well-meaning people locked me in.
My family told me to stop
bothering every kind of cop
They said I have to take a med
That's known to help what's in my head
Again I spoke, "Baddies in the walls,
Behind the ceilings, down the halls.
They can even strike from cars that roam,
Not to mention in our home."
My family heard each fearful claim,
And shrugged as I proved I was insane
Only defectors could change their view;
No righteous man in the bad guy crew.
But what if
We're already off the cliff
What if across this continent,
Lives are tortured, lives are bent
What if the answer isn't meds
Isn't mental hospital beds
Should we rethink what we knew
What if all of it
is true?
I met them at work,
Dressed perfect for this art—
Crop tops that teased,
And curves played their part.
They were mining,
The rarest of ores—
Soft as glass,
Pure as stars.
No shovels in hand,
Just allure and sway.
Bodies bare, daring to be
The "baddies" of the day.
A man desperate to find,
Something pure, something kind.
Craving love to ease his mind,
Like a baby, unrefined.
But miners know not
To linger deep in the hole.
Once they've struck the ore,
They abandon the soul.
Leaving the earth exposed,
Erosion sets in fast.
Cultivation forever lost,
A once-green man now a shadow of the past.
A gold digger's task,
Weeks of mining, fleeting sight.
The ore uncovered,
The gold stripped overnight.
THE PUNISHER
Caught in a war
His miss duty
A Marine serving his country
A husband and father first
Yes he fought over seas for this AMERICA
Frank Cashtiglione
Also known as now
A tour of duty in Vietnam
One time off, off duty
When home to visit
The wife and children
While on a picnic in the park
They witness a mob killing
The mob came after, and killed Frank's wife and children
Frank Castle now a vigilante
sort of a negative hero
Only killing the baddies...
Captain in the Marines
A one man killing machine
Also a member of CIA
Now stationed as a citizen
A private ordinary citizen
Now out to git REVENGE
So every mobster, gangster, bad politician, evil doer
Killer or just a Bad person
No mercy, no gain
just a whole lotta pain
Better watch out and if you think you wanna do wrong and your unsure
Repenting won't help cause your under the cross hairs of .......
the
PUNISHER
11/17/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
There was a laser beam reflection
Of the sun upon his shield.
The central silver star was blinding!
To see, the enemies had to yield.
Then he stood before them.
He was mighty. He was strong!
His fellow Marvel Heroes joined
To help him right the wrong.
With all the baddies locked up tight,
His shield hung on the wall.
It had striking rings of red and silver
And was surprisingly quite small.
What made his shield unique,
And impressive to any boy,
Was it's threefold combination
Of Vibranium Metal Alloy.
This shield is indestructible!
A protection and a weapon.
It's the key to Captain America's success
When the villains start to threaten.
Captain America's shield
Though target-like it appears,
Will feature on in marvelous Marvel's
And will amaze for years and years!
Written 11th July 2022
For the "Captain America's Shield" contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori