Long Chthonic Poems

I always said tether to the void
Not any idealistic reason or choice
Now suspended I know why I’ve been devoid
Because how can one speak with an inside voice
Where no one can hear you outside yourself
Dawn of...

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(Piece is intended to be the most complex vocabulary gothic ever)

Grandiloquence,
mellifluous pulchritudinous,
gaiety of quintessential moistening serendipity,
bile deluge if you show the sanguinary breath,
crimson waterfall sizzling on lava rock hellscape.

Yclept necrophelia maestra,
macabre tableau,
dips douse abyssal incarnate,
now...

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Mute
but immutable.
Unmoving, unmoveable;
timeless, yet tireless.
Solitary stalwart sentinel
surveils undulating horizon.

Aberrant, achromatic clouds
pock-mark the skies, as distant
rumblings herald his adversary's
latest gambit in their age-old conflict.

The wrath of a thousand crashing,
clashing, thrashing fists batter
against the beleaguered sentry.
Ceaselessly, remorselessly,
the...

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In the cartographies merger with the soul,
where topographies bring thought converge,
a hidden rose blooms,
its petals unfolding,
like a cipher's dark emerge,
thorns burst contradiction piercing the hymen with certitude,
as the benthic depths,
a chthonic whisper,
exhale the secrets unsaid...

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From the chthonic chasm, I materialize in sarcophagus
Spectral filaments of the netherworld
Spiral in a maelstrom around my silhouette
Osseous structures fracture contort
I ascend from the fecund terra firma
A cadaverous marionette oscillates in a morbid gavotte
Sole rhapsodic...

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Wondering memories of wild adolescence,
Flash before me like a mental Rolodex
Reverberating daze, 
Time cannot take away.
A fifteen–year–old,
Broken neck calypso.
Gazing through the jungle-o window
Unequipped to fathom what was about to happen.

I saw the moon in your...

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Written: July 5th 2024 For Edward Ibah contest

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We didn't wish to...

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Pool's Prince Charming
by Michael R. Burch

this is my tribute to the legendary pool shark "Saint Louie" Louie Roberts

Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool,
making all the ladies drool ...
Take the “nuts”? I'd be a fool!
Louie, Louie, Prince...

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I travel lonely to find my love
In the stygian caves i crawl
Searching for the chthonic gate
Across the moonlit elysian fields
And a sea of boiling blood
Through a forest of bone 
In the shadows of eternal night
I...

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INCESSANT SUMMER RAIN

In morbid humid summer heat I feign, easily drain
Prospecting for a cool, crisp meandering breeze
Conceivably, nature might spill a gentle "summer rain" 
A dismal cloud generates, an inkling of relief to gratify, such...

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			A Gealic Song

Gneiss. 
	Ancient.
Vying with Earth herself for the Crown of Age.

In the Hebrides
Lie the Stones of Calanais
Stubborn chthonic deities of a common past
Rising up and standing against all.
You
More than a beautiful metaphor 
Of what...

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Tongue touched, 
a diaphanous zephyr of ephemeral desire, 
rustles the parchment of our sepulchral scripture, 
where our connubial covenant is inscribed,
in the cryptographic ledger of the damned, 
and the whispers of the ancients,
echo through the...

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the rain falls warm, the air is warm
pinched
in the middle days of
winter

the air is faceless in singularity
before the sun is even
spent

the ghosts have eaten all there was
to eat
and the woman says
we shall never go this...

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yet the people rebelled against me
in the wilderness locusts and wild honey
he poured out his wrath on them
yet i did what would keep it
from profaned in the eyes
of the fighting nations
do not follow the idols...

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Here comes Death Galloping,                               ...

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In Hades, flows the chthonic Styx, a river 
     of woe and pain (a channel thoroughfare;
     where Charon ferries the dead, who despair)  
which unnerves our...

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Who threw water on the wick?
Who, as restless and trapped
can survive in this necropolis?
Trumpeting down the walls
that are not of Jericho.
Trumpeting down the walls
that besiege a chthonic people.

Tonight I shall return as a black dove
to...

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