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Black cloaked is this monster
Horned beast of the dark
Preying on life's innocents
Leaves them stripped to stark
Their souls he devours
Sweetness, he helps himself
By sharing porcelain skins of delight
And casts them on life's shelf
Tasting thee he summons
His conquest, this maiden, she
In consume she takes her master
Before he's taken me
Below earth's moon
We writhe in pleasured sow
His demonic pulse I feel
Life's end now starts to grow
My eyes begin to close
Eclipsed against fading light
Used, spent and motionless
Another disappears from sight
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A tiny Wuhan demon
handed us-death
then muzzled us with masks
took our freedom to task
trashed our economy
dirty commies gave
a knee to the neck
we can't breathe
again
I can't breathe
again
cities are burning
again
cities churn again
political masks of summer
a forgettable summer
a where were you when it happened summer
a fun plugged summer
the sun eclipsed by a mask summer
a summer dictated by Xi summer
a bummer of a summer
a summer of masks
a summer of black- cherries
fire-death-summer
extended summer
until November 3rd-summer
The summer of George (not Castanza) summer,
I can't breathe
we the people can't breathe summer
sooner or later we'll have our summer
because we are Americans
You can bet your red commie @sses
That we will have a summer
even if it's in the middle of winter.
sonnet
While dreaming of my childhood ocean ties,
mem'ry's chandelier sheds light, somewhat eclipsed.
The essence of the salt still stings my eyes;
the rusty taste of iron hangs on my lips.
The ocean’s fragrant spray not quite so fair
as I recall; it makes me think of death.
Many a moon has set since I was there;
destiny speaks to me - my own last breath.
The ocean’s soft waves bring dulcet mem’ries,
gran-mama’s silk scarf brushing ‘gainst my face.
Turbulent storms always left me on my knees
under safe precipice back of our place.
It is there my dreams rest as I stand by;
it’s there I shall be buried when I die.
written January 29, 2013
The ominous black wisp slithered through the night,
Hunting for a beacon of light.
Whispering secrets of forgotten fears,
Echoing cries from ancient years.
It prowled the shadows, unseen, unheard,
A silent phantom, its presence blurred.
In search of hope, it roamed the dark,
A relentless quest, leaving no mark.
Through moonlit glades and silent groves,
It drifted past where no one goes.
With every turn, its hunger grew,
For what it sought, it never knew.
Yet deep within, a spark remained,
A distant memory, faintly chained.
It chased the glimmer, ever near,
Through realms of shadow, void of cheer.
Until the dawn's first rays did break,
And sent the wisp back to the lake.
Its endless journey came to cease,
A fleeting ghost, now at peace.
R.I.P., George- I'm sorry for what happened to you.
Nobody deserves to die as you died...
Your face mashed against the black asphalt
White knee grinding into the neck.
Handcuffed to your death.
The "thing" that did this will be punished.
If not in this lifetime, then in the next.
This is the universal law.
I'm sorry that the meaning of your life is being eclipsed.
by vandals, looters, thugs- anarchists and the like.
They've no respect for you or anybody else.
The thug snatching a 50"inch television isn't there to honor your memory.
Nor are the thugs turning over a car-or lobbing a brick
or burning a church-
For nine long minutes that "thing" leaned into your neck.
You pleaded with him that you couldn't breathe.
But "it" didn't listen.
Karma will soon lean into "it" ...for eternity+ nine minutes.
I'm thinking about marching peacefully in your memory.
But I'm an old white guy-not so brave or strong anymore.
To be honest, I'm afraid my intentions will be mistaken.
The throng will turn on me-lean into my neck.
I don't want to go out like that, so I'll probably stay home.
Praying for peace-behind colorless blinds.
One bright light was snuffed out
by a crystal mist
smoky white tendrils weaving paths
of promise and destruction
through his mind, body and soul
My own sacred garden grown thick
with weeds of discontent, vacant
covered in a winter blanket
of icy protection
longing for his warmth
Watching in despair and helplessness
his bright sun shrinking
vanishing towards oblivion...
then totally eclipsed
The stranger who claimed to be my
husband these last few years died
as the man I married
fought for his life
Then, the fragile flowers of my heart
felt his new and dawning light
calling forth the spring blossoms
tender petals slowly unfurl
The Hummingbird returns to my dreams.
Sitting here in the darkness
With an old memory swimming in my head
I'm lost in the world of lonely
I miss you being here in my bed
Yesterdays dream has shattered
It's impossible to hold onto you
I'm lost in the world of lonely
I can't get you out of my head
Lost in the world of lonely, lost in the world of lonely
It's more than this used heart can take
Loving you was my best decision
In the end my biggest mistake
You smiled and my world brightened
My special angel who eclipsed the sun
I'm lost in the world of lonely
Where have you gone my special one
I miss you being here in my bed
The essence of you still swims in my heart
I'm trapped in the world of lonely
Wanting you tears me apart
Lost in the world of lonely, lost in the world of lonely
It's more than this used heart can take
Loving you was my best decision
In the end my biggest mistake
When you promised me forever
I didn't make any other plans
That's why I am here and lonely
I am just a one woman man
Not a real story I wrote this for Anne's Lyric contest.
Ten word challenge
Words to be used:
1.Halcyon
2.Opulent
3.Jealousy
4.Visceral
5.Exuberant
6.Sonorous
7.Penumbra
8.Desultory
9.Cynical
10.Crepuscular
10 Lines only
HALCYON days of long ago, when OPULENT ones lived
without fear of JEALOUSY as all were richly satisfied
EXUBERANT joy was felt as all expected an even brighter future,
where everyone would enjoy abundant peace and security
Then suddenly, a SONOROUS chorus of evil nationalism swept the globe
as 1914 closed with VISCERAL feelings of fear mixed with national pride
Only a PENUMBRA of hope was left as CREPUSCULAR days of evil war
eclipsed any hope of lasting peace for humankind
Since then the human experience has been at best DESULTORY
leading to the CYNICAL feelings of disbelief that exist until today.
John Derek Hamilton
January 29,2016
Here I stand once again
Can't care if the words flow anymore
Nostalgic overload blows through my shell
Staring out of an old window
Where did I stand?
Head down, staring out of the old window
Teacher cleaned the blackboards as gentle winds blew
And the kind sun shone upon the trees outside
Only five at the time with no knowledge of the outside world
In such a short time, it's all changed so much
Pixels have become polygons
And VHS has become Blu-Ray
Now here I am
Pale gray skies crying down on me
Eclipsed by my failing generation
Time fascinates me so
She stands before me
Do I run? Do I stay?
I'll grasp at thin air a thousand times before I get my answer
Past, present and future all crash together
All
I
Can see
Fades away
In this darkness I
Cannot be bothered
To find out why I
Cannot breathe
Form:
Black cloaked is this monster
Horned beast of the dark
Preying on life's innocents
Leaves them stripped to stark
Their souls he devours
Sweetness, he helps himself
By sharing porcelain skins of delight
And casts them on life's shelf
Tasting thee he summons
His conquest, this maiden, she
In consume she takes her master
Before he's taken me
Below earth's moon
We writhe in pleasured sow
His demonic pulse I feel
Life's end now starts to grow
My eyes begin to close
Eclipsed against fading light
Used, spent and motionless
Another disappears from sight
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