Long Deadly nightshade Poems

“Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and...

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"Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting." Robert Frost 


 
"Bees Under Milk Wood : A Spell"



Spider Web glistens wet 
in the spoilt lies of...

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This year's Halloween edition....





"Pale Horse and the Yellow Submarines"



There approaches 
One

Light bringer
rides a dead pony

albino 
red eyed, no gun

or so 
the story goes

pale 
as death

hear its 
Netherworld neigh

beetles 
dig deep 

pigeons coo 
novocained

ignorant 
messages fixed

dull...

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"The Tree Hugger and the Lost Paradise"

They called her 
the tree hugger,
her forest was full 
of trees that watched
silently, they had 
no mouth to speak,
rustling their leaves
like fingers writing 
strange stories coded
for decoding a mystery
on...

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A dweller in waste places, 
a void in foggy darkness, 
the unseen shadow that trails us. 
A doom that curses benign plants. 
A tenacious panting wolf feeding 
off the sorrows of the soil. 
She's the...

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The Great Witches Bake Off is here again
Bakes so weird some have no name.
So fierce it was to be the winner,
The prize is fame, on Lucifer's underworld twitter.
Laughing and cackling but alert and suspicious
Each convinced...

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Walk along the leafy paths dappled with shade
turn over a rock or two and watch the scurrying
as little insects scatter looking for some covering
finding it underneath some sticks and a grass blade

Sit quietly and just...

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[written for ‘If I Were’ contest, but not entered because, well, I just couldn’t help myself]


If I were a seagull, I’d sit in a tree 
I’d poop on the flower that sits beneath me
(A pretty...

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Written on April 13th 2025 for Sara Jama's Prompt The Cold Embrace of Death

Reverberated within the empty chambers of my soul,  
As I soak my skin in a clawfoot tub, drowning in my sorrows....

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Beauty bows and surrenders at her bare feet,
The gold glitters jealous of her glowing skin,
Her bright eyes light embers of passion within,
             ...

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And in mortal men

we often find, in the end,

we are our own mortality.

In that we drive the spitfire beast of ambition into the sun

to dance among stars

with the reins in our hands like firey wings

and...

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black snakeroot, yew, cocklebur, poison (ivy, oak, parsnip, sumac, ryegrass, hemlock), blister bushes, daffodil, mayapple, lilium, jerusalem cherry, indian licorice, deadly nightshade, christmas rose, bleeding heart, asparagus berries, wolfsbane, tomato leaves, doll’s eyes, the suicide...

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I knew 
she was poison,
but 

as a young man
with jug ears 
and pimples
I gladly held out my glass
for more 
deadly nightshade.

She said 
she liked poetry
but 
it was obvious 
she had no taste 
for mine,

nevertheless 

I...

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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...

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Adamina and Everitt 

Her rib it was before the Master lost the plot in evil Eden
when Bella Donna Adamina handed the fruit to her man

Deadly nightshade Everitt sensed he did not take God’s bate
‘I know...

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He lingers there, suspended in air
with one eye blue and one green,
bulbous nose, long pointed toes
and nails shaped like castor beans.

His see-through skin is so thin
it glimmers an eye-popping sheen-
resembles whey, neither white nor grey
but...

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Witches and warlocks gather around, 
will give you a list of poisons abound…

Arsenic, Hemlock, Belladonna you know…

Add to your list, these below;
Purple Foxglove; Black Hellebore;
 Deadly Nightshade; Strychnine Tree; 
Stavesacre; Jimsonweed; Yew; 
Calabar Bean; Aconite;...

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A demure damsel,  her prussian blue eyes. 
I astray all blurred, in subtle catalyze.
High cheek bones, beneath her caramel hair.
My purple veins pulse, in red wanton flare.

The pretty Belladonna smiles in cold blood,
Venom frolic...

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hello, my name is deadly nightshade
and I bring the nightfall of scarlet fever
down the endless winding stairs
I am the cause of malice in Paris, 
tentacle spectacle and bullet ballet
fear my endeavor, this is my caprice
through...

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As strangleweeds ghost life manifestly,
caused by an Atropa belladonna
exposé mind-bending, marijuana
bears parallel outcomes, yet, it's deathly,
Greek myth Atropos cuts the thread of life
belladonna, a woman of beauty ...
Italian. If eaten, highly deadly,
or plant scrapes open...

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