Long Frankenstein Poems
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Grim Reaper Cherub has a feeling of power for sure
She wields her scythe and keeps her deadly mind pure.
We see her on the swing, and we wonder if she will lure.
Others to their death, and if so, is there a cure?
Grim Reaper Cherub enjoys the swing so fine.
Others want to cut in, but she says, “No. This is mine!”
I watch as she draws with her left foot a line.
Cross over that, and you will be full of sad whine!
Grim Reaper Cherub is rapidly circled by others.
Some of them are my aunts, uncles, cousins and brothers.
They are soon joined by great-grandfathers and grandmothers.
Who in their bed that night hide under their shivering covers.
Grim Reaper Cherub is not often seen.
He always appears each year on eve of Halloween.
We see him showing out, his eyes are incredibly green.
An offspring of Frankenstein, but he is not ever mean.
Halloween Questions
Do skeletons have funny bones
Do ghosts wash their sheets
Do vampires get toothaches munching on someone sweet
Do zombies get smarter when they eat human brains
Do witches really melt if they go out in the rain
Do Jack- O’-Lanterns know they are missing their guts
Are spider webs silken or just made of dust
Do black cats know they’re considered unlucky
And shouldn’t children be wary of a doll named Chucky
Do werewolves know that they’re really just people
Do bats get religious if they live in church steeples
Does Frankenstein know he’s made from spare parts
Do little ghosts and goblins steal your heart
Does the devil really have horns and a tail
Do scarecrows know they come from hay bales
And is it possible that the Grim Reaper
Knows it’s your time cause he carries a beeper
When little ghosts and ghouls come Halloween night
Do you answer your door or just turn off your lights
Do you give them a treat or just send them away
And aren’t you afraid of the tricks they will play
So if you are smart and don’t want any problems
Open your door to the witches and goblins
Give them a treat, send them on their way
Cause if you don’t you will surely pay !
"I dismounted, seated myself on an eminence, and began to mark with my pencil, making a dot for every flock that passed. In a short time finding the task which I had undertaken impracticable, as the birds poured in in countless multitudes, I rose and, counting the dots then put down, found that 163 had been made in twenty-one minutes"
~ John Jacob Audobon, on the passenger pigeon
The poacher, fat, rich, and happy, drifted off to sleep.
He heard a bird in mourning, as eternally, she did weep.
Her name was Martha. She died in a Cincinatti zoo.
"I'm the last passenger pigeon, and I'm coming back for you,
and here is someone dear I'd like for you to meet."
Qiqi, the last Baiji River dolphin then did entreat,
"I was once called the Goddess of the Yangtze River.
I have a task for you, evil beast, and you must deliver."
"And I'm the last Western Black Rhino, without a name,
and what you'll do for money is a crying shame.
You used me for my horn, and left me in a field,
you repugnant creature, whose heart has congealed.
You must protect the earth for every living thing,
for every water dweller, for each bird on the wing,
for each antelope and zebra, grazing on the grasses,
don't let us cook like steaks in your greenhouse gasses.
If you fail in this endeavor, humans, too, will die.
As I pin you with my horn, look up at the sky,
as a hundred-million passenger pigeons swoop
and cover you in a massive mountain of poop,
and dire wolves chew playfully on your bones.
This is what will become of you, if you don't atone.
But don't worry, we can bring you back, with chimp DNA,
and you can walk the earth again like Frankenstein one day."
The poacher woke, disturbed, troubled, and in fear.
Do you think he'll ever change as he reaches for his beer?
When people speak of Frankenstein, they often seem quite shaken
But if that name evokes the beast, they're monstrously mistaken.
For Frankenstein does not portray the nameless weird creation
But rather Shelley's choice for his creator's appellation.
So if this Victor Frankenstein should choose to throw a party
Inviting all his scientific friends and those more arty,
He'd first provide refreshments then recite them all a story
Involving an experiment with life and all things gory.
Concluding with the statement 'To play God just isn't wise
For it is highly likely to occasion one's demise.'
31.08.21
They say you look like Frankenstein
But I say that's not true
I think that Frankenstein
Is prettier than you
When it's time for trick or treat
And Kids knock on the door
The children look in horror
Like I never seen before
But I really don't mind
If you come around at night
As long as you promise, Dear
You won't turn on the light
Chorus
I know you can't be pretty
No matter what you do
So I will have to find away
To be a monster too
When it's time for trick or treat
And Kids knock on the door
The children look in horror
Like I never seen before
But I really don't mind
If you come around at night
As long as you promise, Dear
You won't turn on the light
Chorus
I know you can't be pretty
No matter what you do
So, I will have to find away
To be a monster too
I know you can't be pretty
But know that this is true
I'll never love another
As much as I love you
Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...
Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while this fat
tend plot of Earthen surveyed terrain
situated over scat
herd modest suburban tract,
(actually yours truly some watt
urbanely sprawled out) at
Latitude: 40.2538 Longitude: 75.4590,
where I sit pat
and think to write
about some reading material flat
touring my "FAKE" status
as king of agitprop for chat
hurrying class gussied up with
artistically crafted rat
tilly done up snazzy razz mutt tazz
(approved by Willard), this expat
lapsed Peterson harried tailored script,
asper previous peculiar
swiftly styled idée fixe
literary unnecessary, rat
tickly tawdry superfluity)
interspersed with dollops of splat
hard logophile, nonetheless gentle
on the eyes, yet feeling totally flat
and devoid of meaning, and quite
convincingly desperate idea this pratt
tilling far amore in the dell doth
expatiate, expound expressively, gnat
cheerily witty, (i.e. hint- please
pretend these humph fat
tickle lee meandering, rambling,
and warbling words) taxing
on mental faculty as bat
tan gruelling death march
physically, when circa
April 1942 Japanese forced
76,000 captured Filipinos,
and Americans Allied
soldiers to march about 80 miles across
Bataan Peninsula (province
in Philippines), where they died
enroute to...during World War II
on island of Luzon, espied
as a spiritual sanctuary hosted
by a knowledgeable tour guide
named Matthew Scott hood dons
genuine (musty smelling)
Tory wig to hide
as an alien alias (from the outer limits
of the twilight zone) incognito
even to himself, and especially the bride
of Frankenstein, who evinces a strong crush
toward said nondescript gentrified
vested gentry groundless thinker with pride
though, dirt poor (at least on the surface),
but deep down rich with
Schwenksville well watered
history harkening back to 1684,
when hoodwinked, jilted and lied
Lenni-Lenape Indians got fleeced
then taken for a ride
this land ceded to (stolen from) William Penn
nestled along the Perkiomen Creek.
Electroconvulsive therapy,
a last ditch avail
able effort optioned, aye bewail
as desperation if standard
psychological measures peter
out leave ving paul tree
(paltry) choice, and blackmail
ling Doctor Frankenstein
out of the question, cuz
accidental discover re:
visa vis could yield (ahem) grave
zero APR, hence bad
(bon jovian) medicine
sought as precautionary
measure to countervail
undesirable repercussions
hoop fully curtail
ling any unexpected derail
ment, thus every nitty gritty detail,
asper my treatment plan
made purposely intractable
courtesy Matthew Scott Harris,
to flummox decrypting
this daunting task, whose
hair brained scheme didst entail
hatching with Sam I am
(of Doctor Zeus fame)...Oh...My...G___
egg gads no fail-
safe recourse, should shell shock
Electroconvulsive – formerly electric shock
therapy even slip an infinitesimal jot
offsetting requisite
exactly predicted results
yes, even if precision errs
by a mere clipped fingernail...
the sought after outcome
(devised on the fly - by night
Reddit writer above named author)
must absolutely dovetail
with The Elements of Style
or very close
facsimile thereof, anyway
strict requirements quality controlled
with results tubby
sent as email
to Strunk and White,
who will flail
like some GMO gone awry
(if patient accidentally electrocuted)
finding them to become
instantaneously petrified and frail
looking analogous to
witnessing the Holy Grail
shattering into a bajillion pieces,
whereby the heavens,
would reign hail
scaring every last man,
woman, and child to hightail
donned in heavy duty boots
studded with many a hobnail
with duff feet, sans long arm of
law and order on their heels,
and if any scapegoats nabbed
definitely consigned to jail
without chance of parole to prevail
no matter guilty might sail
to some tropical island awash
with countless carbon copies
of Euell Gibbons doppelganger,
and Swiss Alpine like mountains to scale.
Does an eager hand feel a throbbing heartbeat truly divine
making a lover's promise under a swaying, balmy pine?
Why look at blinking stars that aren't amazingly crystalline?
Isn't your wish another dream sparkling with starshine?
Cross those hands and embody the fidelity of a Caroline,
mix reality with dreams and all failures to divide dwine;
think how sweet was the fleeting kiss of that young Roseline,
her body was seductive, but her mouth was a real landmine.
Brides seem happy when their mates play Frankenstein,
but their jealousy hushes the faint voice of a thirty-nine
old girl on the other line shouting obscenities at Evangeline;
most wives won't excuse their husbands with a witty punchline!
Affairs don't last when commitment is shunned after drinking a strong wine,
a drunken person can't make a distinction between a dog and a feline;
here comes Kataline with her rolling pin with the angry look of a Delphyne:
" You've sworn your fidelity to me, not to a tramp you've found on Loveline! "
Frankenstein was hosting a tea party,
Of which I was happy to attend.
With goblins, ghosts and golems,
And other ghoulish friends.
The party started just at midnight,
But everyone showed up late...
Dragons brought some stolen treasure,
And Dracula brought the dates.
Witches prepared a magical stew,
And mummies brought the napkins.
Giants barreled in the grog,
And then you'll never guess what happened...
Demons danced with the fairies,
And hydras did party tricks.
Erinyes played cards with aliens,
And trolls drank the punch getting sick!
Then came in the man of the hour,
Frankenstein's own monster.
He happily did the moonwalk,
While werewolves performed a concert.
And then there was me, a human,
With nothing special to be...
Outside of having one simple question,
Where was the tea?
4-September-2021
A monster now has been set free
in this once land of liberty.
This 'Frankenstein' divided us
due to the Covid vaccine fuss.
Glib leaders 'round the table sit-
like at a tea party, commit
to brews concocted every day
that keep their madness on display.
Vaxxed diss the unvaxxed for the spread
who say the choice is theirs instead.
Yet, now those jabbed can get sick too;
such dark unknowns hide what to do.
Now masking is for everyone;
the vaccinated thought they won.
Again, each needs to hide their face
as noteless beings in our space.
Divided families now fight-
each side pleads other see the light.
One side has faith in trial vax;
the other, side-effects attacks.
This monster 'Frankenstein' digs deep
into our hearts and minds to keep
division strong till final test
steals each free will as repossessed.
This freak is fierce, released from hell
by leaders that now undersell
the freedoms of democracy-
for bondage of bureaucracy.
August 3, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Frankenstein Tea Party 2021
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
Judged: 09/26/2121