Long Belladonna Poems
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Hope, are you still out there?
As buoyant as the blue?
Plight and poison, pine to pare!
Dark fire, burn me new!
Chains a-causal, wrap us tight!
Flicker as you fly!
O Erebus, bid good night!
Light of spark, bely!
Wind atop the pinhole shade?
Machine, marmalade!
O for games as yet unplayed!
Belladonna, bade!
Torment of the tornado?
It spins unevenly.
Swiftly flies the dappled roe!
Io, lost at sea!
Rejects of line, assemble!
Serry thou thy ranks!
Sing in we, O brazen bull!
Soldiers, guard the tanks!
Salvage operation?
It helps to pay thy rent.
Sacrifice! Such songs to shun!
Queen Dido, where went?
Rage and riddle, red rook rhyme!
Roundabout and reel!
Prisoner, what is thy crime?
Show them how you heal!
Plight and passion, prickly pear?
Pyramid, receive!
Load on my back, burr to bear!
Ricochet, reprieve!
Harpy star in skies of grey?
Onward, O hounds! Bay!
Poison pill, debt to repay?
Crucible and cay...
Psyche, in the morning hours;
Belladonna flowers?
Dancing stars in silent showers?
Glimmers, glows, and glowers!
Ariadne, webs to weave?
Wisdom, will ye grieve?
What ought mortals to believe?
What ought I conceive?
Kali Mother, over boil?
Face down in the soil!
Military, might, embroil?
Serpents, coals a-coil...
Queen Tomyris, papyrus?
What indeed to write?
Cyrus caught a virus?
Reality, fade white!
Crabapples brew for Crassus?
To "most indecent" go!
No use skipping classes!
Revenge for him, my foe!
Tyrannosaur with face a-stern?
Tamarind taciturn!
Canis Major, what to learn?
Dinosaur, discern....
Heaven, storm, thy journey long;
Inspired by a song?
Fate and Fortune, blow a-strong!
Daughters, doth belong...?
Over, soul? Remote? Control?
Position, thy pole.
Nearby stars, hope, golden bowl?
Mole, dig toward the vole.
Peaked like a gambrel roof.
Gambling for dun gold.
Axion, axiom, aloof.
Red ochre, old sold.
Cairn by the roadside?
Stacked rocks, a cache prepared.
Treasure someone tried to hide?
Looks like he got scared.
Snow, cover the landscape.
O ice, freeze others out.
Mellifluous, monster? Gape.
Crowd, you saw the rout.
Wasp and hornet, stingers sharp?
Yes, and barbed as well.
Angel, do you play the harp?
Demon, dwell in hell?
Chaos, birth in me a star!
Dancing free and fine!
Gaze, through haze! From near to far!
Belladonna, wine!
Resonance, a game of chance?
Let us play to win.
Downpour, between drops we dance!
Flippers, flick thy fin!
Ichor, wicker, nicker.
Thicker than water, blood?
Well, it's in the liquor.
Get sicker, O my brood.
Xiphoid, grip and push upward.
Solar plexus, wait.
Guts of mine, thy life is hard.
Fortunate, O fate?
Terraform, revolve thee thrice.
Shape the world and go.
Poisoner, bail with thy splice.
Carrion, my crow.
Doubtless, O derision.
The end will come with mirth.
Ingrate! Indecision!
Exactly what we're worth!
Choose a path, eagle, and fly.
Straight if you can plan.
Death god, do ye rule the sky?
Belladonna, ban.
Coyote, thy trickery.
Fancy-free, south sea.
Benefits are pure mercy?
Get on them and be.
Holy savior, thy best line.
Anytime, sunshine.
Ocean water, blind is brine?
Boiled to their refine.
Crocus flower, love. Above?
Push, next door to shove?
Carapace, O turtledove?
Well, it's best thereof.
Singular? Murmur, occur?
Frankincense, thy myrrh.
Reality, pass in blur?
O ogre, thy fur!
Conifer, cathedral. Floor?
O downpour, thy roar.
Chosen people, at the door?
Lettuce, have some more...
I planted windflower in my garden plot
Along with yarrow and forget me not
Then a man walked over grass toward me
Said "I’m Adonis, let me make a plea:"
“Windflower you see, is named after me
Anemone is the tears of Aphrodite
She thought I loved her, she was quite a bore
Her tears became flowers, don’t plant it no more."
"If you must plant, plant Achilles Yarrow
"It heals, unlike tears, that perpetuate sorrow.
"I don't mean to be bossy, it's your garden plot
"And don't tell me you're planting forget-me-not?"
I looked at Adonis, he was a handsome dude
“Excuse me” I said, “I don’t mean to be rude
"Truth is, most people don't know
"The backstory to a flower, they plant it for show."
"After you die, what really lives on?
"The few who remember they soon pass on
"The good, the bad, interred with your bones
"Your life summarized by two phrases on stones.
Adonis thought a bit, and said “I am relieved
"This flower is just a placeholder; I mis-perceived.
"If I got a bad rap, nobody will care"
And then he dissolved, into the spring air.
Then a woman showed up, she said “Adonis lied”
"My name's Aphrodi, I want to tell my side”
I said "sure" and let her give her spiel
For venting helps even a goddess to heal.
I said, "that's convincing, Adonis was unfair
"But I'm Generation Z, we don't read, we don't care"
So she dissolved and the lesson on me grew
not to worry what other people think of you.
I phoned my brother about this handsome pair
Adonis and Aphrodi, both gone into the air
He said "where's the photo, to post on Instagram?"
I kicked myself for what a fool I am.
But I planted sage, and "love-in-the-mist"
Mint and Rosemary, I felt warm and sun-kissed
Added Belladonna, and roses can't go wrong
Called it a day, hummed an evening song.
Then six Greek Gods came walking over the green
I pulled out my camera, but they wiped it clean
They each had a gripe, about what I had done
I'll find a new hobby, gardening's lost its' fun.
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Into silence immerse me in the night, as in a grave dug with whispers
magical that invoke the spirits of shadow, the bleeding phantoms of the horizon
ballast on the fairy folk dancing ritually, rags of lunar light,
bitterly imitating white enchanted hearts that betray your secret shivers.
Dowry of those who gathered in life flowers of mandrake and belladonna,
whole bouquets of immortal errors engraved in runes on jade stones,
like winters decayed in mystical vices like honey bewitched by alchemy,
the fairy tales that grandparents lie to us with legends woven from silver threads and wax.
The mirage remained pregnant with sons of dragons and sorcerers without names
written in sealed books, throws into the heavens sacred maces of meteorites,
like the heroes from forgotten epics who build from sacred mountains
tombs that guard hidden treasures, some bitter princes lost in spells.
With the name from an entire phrase of charm and ancient incantation,
that even the blue blood baptizes itself with water from enchanted springs,
in a universe of esoteric verse, where our ritualistic world
matters so much in fate, like a law that our sorcerer grandchildren will invent for us.
One definitive engraved in amulets, against death that haunts in the darkness of time,
pulling together a shift through clouds of incense and fragrances of spikenard,
of love to festively cover the destinies of alchemical gold and celestial mercury,
thunder of my heart - sudden beating of ritual drum in magic circle.
To make sparks of your tears full of radiant serum like the burning bush,
of that heaven an azure temple raised from lapis lazuli and sapphire,
my soul initiated in absolute mysteries sanctifies itself monastically,
to include it in wonderful divine services, always and your sanctified bodily pleasure.
And mystical ecstasy embraces me in temples with walls of black marble,
opens the gates for me with the golden keys of hermetic knowledge,
calls me back to the place where time is woven from astral threads,
and I remain elevated in the grave of whispers that sing psalms of mystery.
Agency, apt was the day that they came.
Eyes of red flame; a waxpaper gabbaim.
Maintenance workers, how did the place run?
O subterranean lair, set to stun.
Gadfly, gawk well at the faces in crowds.
Blank like new life beneath burial shrouds.
Waiting for traffic to let out a yell?
Rating, chessmaster, is halfway to hell.
Sacrificed pawn, did the carrion crow fly?
Round the volcano thrice, winking awry?
Train station, travelers, widows in white.
Brace, belladonna, and grant visions bright.
Simian intellect, silver flame flecked?
Genuflect, priest, as a sign of respect?
Burning in heads of the mad, lily pad?
O humanity, as cogs you were had...
Yellow king, there in thy city, what lives?
Prisoners with shivs and undoubted missives.
Golem, shall we spend the night here? Let's not.
Jotoba staff in thy hand, thought-robot?
Lycanthrope, hope. At the end of a scope?
Henbane, to cope, steep three days and don't mope.
Flowers in fields blowing brisk in the breeze.
Terror, send a flare? At ease, trees. Trapeze...
O black abyss, do leviathans kiss?
Serpents, when you hiss, spit venom to miss?
Raccoon, thy claw in the mud of the creek.
Why were you digging? Quay, quahog, tale, teak.
Plight of palladium? Poor politesse?
Languid like legendary loves? Lined less.
Tyrant of the wasteland, turmoil. Turn tail?
Vampire, thy fangs. Angel, bottles of ale...
Italics, seek to emphasize.
Sacrifice, thy spill.
Seer and prophet, inner eyes.
Oracle, see nil.
Happiness, thy fate is doom.
Engraved on a tomb.
Belladonna, thy full bloom.
Heart of mine? No room...
Wind, carry the sparks of fire.
Cicadas, shriek loud.
Blessed is a dark desire?
Humble thus the proud.
Union of tomorrow?
It's got to start today.
Soil, what is thy sorrow?
Whene'er I blow away.
Castle weighted down with ice?
Well, 'twill stop a siege.
Penury, plight, poison, price.
Light a match, my liege.
Wicker man, thy nick'ring mare.
Fingernails to pare.
Death arises from despair?
Bet I'll see you there.
Hair beneath a river's flow?
Warrior, you slipped.
Gold: the reason all men go!
Quahog, how you quipped!
Tympani, train thy temper.
Tomorrow, tamarisk.
Tale and talent, take the tour.
Time the torrent brisk...
Oh, belladonna, deadly bloom,
Potent in your smile,
Bold, the dew-drops in your eyes,
Bewitching in their guile
Blazing with a brazen nerve,
Your irises aspire
To burn the embers of your fire
In flames of our desire –
Deal your deadly night of shade
Let it, with stealth, conceal
Your flower fruited to appeal
– A thief set out to steal
Dispense your tonic potion,
In lethal doses drip
Your biting kiss upon our lips
– A bite we can't resist
Oh, beautiful lady, femme fatale,
Seductive in design,
Your bite of berry, toxic wine,
Is not the glory we divined
Your deadly nightshade, deadly guise,
Which takes our breath away,
Reveals in beauty's masquerade
A belladonna that betrays
Peel back countless layers of moth-ridden curtains.
Feel an accelerating cold breeze brush against goose-pimpled skin,
exiting into the intoxicating unknown.
You walk through a sinner’s overwhelming rain
whilst the darkness washes over.
The scent of copper and iron fills an emptiness
occupying you on this unforgiving path.
The taste of death settles into the cracks of your tongue,
while wisps of moonlight peer through viscous clouds.
Decaying thistles graze against timid ankles,
startling you; a quiet heartbeat increases.
Picking up the pace, surrealistic silence looms.
Abruptly, thunder cracks, shattering through teeth and bone.
Flashes of lightning reveal tombstones tangled in belladonna in the distance.
Damp moss enrobes panicking feet.
Running faster, the scenery turns more sinister.
Trees sway and growl with the storm.
Murders of crows gather.
Dank, murky water blocks the way forward.
With no choice, you must wade through the sludge
as leeches try to suck the life out of your fleeting existence.
The resounding repetition of an uneasy queasiness hits
until you rip your way from the waters.
The graveyard is within sight.
Tearing the nightshade from the granite, it says:
“You should have never stepped into my mind,
for I’m nothing more than a dangerous dream,
swallowing everything I love into this hellscape.”
Petrified and slowly slipping, you reach for the other gravestone:
“Welcome to your new home,
locked perpetually in this comatose state,
mechanically alive, yet lost forevermore—
rotting inside a forgotten shell.”