Long Coal black Poems

Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Two

Rosalia’s Instruments of Evil and Debauchery
Rosalia needed certain tools or instruments of evil and debauchery to successfully pursue her nefandous plans of bringing the people...

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Synopsis
The lovely Lady Isabeau and her lover, medieval French Knight Etienne escape to flee the lustful advances of wicked Bishop of Aquila causing them to run afoul of him. The evil-bishop places them under a...

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She dresses the land down
in a virginal bridal gown 
a masterfully cut and sewn chenille 
shines brightly with a fine crystal appeal

Her assistants work quite diligently
to add special touches and then flee
they decorated the mountain peaks 
using all their...

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Quietly, the memory of my grandfather manifested itself,
In the colors and shimmers of the Holy Spirit, 
I saw his human face,
The familiar lines, the flesh,
The pair of oceanic eyes, slowly blinking 
Smiling,
Like a heavenly beam
Splashing...

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My father died prematurely while away on 
a business trip from a rogue blood clot to the heart  
I never doubted he loved me, would have liked me, 
(not the same thing), adult to...

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It is not just Santa Claus who we meet in cold December— 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With luscious long coal black curly hair far down on her...

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He said he planned to freeze to death.

Did he mean to have his body frozen?
Stored to hatch again later,
leftovers out of time's deep freezer of waiting.

No, not that.
He responds with undeniable dismissal,
this would not be...

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The bones of winter cracked the ice black, coal black night.
A hoary wind spits frost crystals that dazzle and blur the sight.
Boney fingers of bare deciduous wood, scratch against the eaves
as the stranger's tread crackles...

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Tenebrae – The World’s Shadow 

A very old, odd man approaches me out of nowhere
with his face contorted, fearful, and noticeably sad.

A strange person truly he is with . . .
deep-set wrinkles that profusely cover...

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I conversed with the lone demon,
Who had asked for redemption on an earlier day
On this day her voice was mightier,
More brave, and powerful
She dared not sing in the presence of the Dark Prince,
But spoke freely...

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- A Most Irish Fairy Tale – Merry Christmas to All

It’s not just Santa Claus who we meet in the very cold of December; 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture...

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Armageddon 

Can you feel the raging storm approaching?
 Hear the ferocious winds scream, "It's true"?
 Can you see the coal black clouds descending,
 Concealing the bleeding Blood Moon from view?
 Do you smell the deadly...

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A Very Merry Christmas

T’ was the night before Christmas
And all through the house 
Spoons were stirring the drinks
Held by every souse

The shot glasses were filled
With three kinds of whiskey
Though were often spilled
When Myrna got frisky

The...

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a flash of light ...
thunder clapped like cannons as
into the old tree
we scurried ...
the mouth of its little
hollowed-out gut, yawning like some
tired old man from a Dickens story ...
perhaps the chin of the
ghost of Jacob...

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I am sitting in my light brown leather reclining chair
after a strenuous day at my office glad to be home
no more stress no wife just my dog Bandit at my side
I'm holding in my right...

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'>I feel a little poem story coming along.  You might as well share it now, as it would take me ages to put it in my book 10 of poems.
It was written today, 26th...

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#COVERS BLOWN, INTENT KNOWN, ACTIONS SHOWN! THE LACK OF, IMPACT OF..."SEWN!" IRON-CLAD, NOT JUST A PHAZE OR FAD, MICRO-KNOTTED, MASTERFULLY PLOTTED, WON'T BE FORGOTTEN-
"THAT" TO BE EXACT...IS  INFINITELY ROTTEN!


LIAR-LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE, WHAT YOU...

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EBONY BUTTERFLY

We all can fly
With powdered colored wings
Different you and I
But we're of the same being
BUTTERFLY
Look at me
At my mastery
See the beauty within

And surrounding, ever holding me
Is the many colored wings
Fluttering, embracing, holding me
Above this...

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In fields beneath a burning sun,
behind horses smelling foul,
we hacked the ground so seeds could grow,
walked hard miles behind the plow,
trying to feed all our families
out of the hardpacks, sand, and loam,
wiping off sweat, looking...

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Like a penny, lost and worthless, woman
mother, and buried within the origin pit, dark
she brought me like a Jezebel into her life of mourning
mistress of the stage and child to horror
born, and off he ran,...

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In you lies the timeless bittersweet dichotomy of divinity
The darkness and the light breed in you, their delicate fleshly host
God...God is in your eyes...
In that divine light gleaming from the black hollows of your pupils
God...

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I wear a veil of iron mesh,
it sheilds me from sensation,
it's like the one that Jackie wore
after Jack's assassination.

I was just a youngster then,
but, deep inside, I knew,
that with that act of violence
came the end...

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In the blackest hour
of the blackest night
that the world had ever seen
I went forth among the tombs
for a walk among the dead

Pitch black stillness wrapped the earth
Not a star to mar the coal black above
I...

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The Holy Land

The butchers slab of Hell, of Christian and Infidel.
Swords slash and cut lose the soul, fear! not 
conscience pays the toll. And yet with battles
endless plight, the cut and thrust, ferocious might.
For all...

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There are four horsemen riding from a million miles away 
On some distant star's horizon and they're closing day by day. 

On the white horse rides pestilence, infection, fever, pain
You had resources to end all...

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