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Animal of the Night
The animal of the night has an evil courage as its defense,
And with simple lies it now catches the filthy beast easily,
And can now stand and bask in God’s purest of sunshine,
Whilst valor and glory speak all power to one’s destiny!
Darkness doth now pervade and drinks slowly from that
“Chalice of the Faithless Heathen” who hides among the
Soulless Ones who are consumed by their hateful actions,
And spit thoughtlessly at your good will and human pride!
Hades’ very own dark demons tilt their evil night shades
While justifying the hurt and depravity of an “Ugly Brute”;
A truly lost soul without any mercy, blind—as “He” throws
Freely a nasty spiteful spirit on your earthly fire of reality!
Hence, Hades’ mark and mask of utter darkness and terror
Descend now into the very conscience of your Spirit World;
Burning hot with the force of “The Furies” seeking revenge:
Tisiphone, Megaera, and Alecto all appear sans Merci now!
As their eternal gorgonesque spirits creep upon you furtively,
Your once handsome visage turns into a sad and horrid portrait
Of an old animal soul in the mirror never to see the Light again,
As clouds darkly shade your horizon and fate in Hades’ name!
In this eternal land of darkness, the dead do not suffer this fate
So easily, and cast not without honor in their chains the notion
That fear itself, vice destiny, cries out now for your forgiveness,
As One-Eyed Beggars seek and see the basic good within you!
Each day now fades into its own doom, into a dark mist of evil,
And hides carefully inside a “Mountain of Consciousness” where
Your ethereal spirit knows who you really are—as black snakes
slither slowly and silently toward your spirit-mirrored reflection!
You—that “Animal of the Night,” wear now your deceptive mask;
The reality of who and what you really are makes my skin crawl!
You can never return from this darkest “Pit of Hell” my old friend,
For thy animal-human spirit is doomed to all this darkness forever!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 22, 2015
(Narrative Quatrain)
A Synopsis At Sixty-Nine
By: Tom Wright
2/16/2008
A time when life’s not chocolate cake
When gait has slowed and sight is dimming
My cholesterol is high and joints all ache
And packed on pounds are not trimming
An enlarged prostate now gives concern
And blood pressure looms out of control
Though for the hot wing days I still yearn
They have no place within my present goal
I struggle to keep my blood sugar down
While diligently trying to eliminate Carb
But most days’ readings bring on a frown
Eating has become just one constant barb
If it grows in dirt or comes from a tree
It’s interlaced with carbs and must be sparing
If I run it down to kill it, no carbs and it’s free
But remember, fat content I’m also paring
If my meal tastes good so I’ve been told
To quickly spit it out, don’t let it wallow
But the temp in Hades will be mighty cold
Once across my gums I chew and swallow
So I swallow pills to combat each thing
While heart, lungs and liver are still fine
I think of the adverse effects pills bring
And listen to my stomach growl and whine.
Nothing to see so little to hear
speak and be silenced.
Smells peculiar...
Are my thoughts even mine?
Everything is glorious in the shadows of night
Bright lights that dim truth all sparkle and dreamy
City of savage fun and instant pleasures
The day breaks and the shadows slither
numb brains and worn out souls
drugged eyes burn by the sun light
awaken into the reality that the pleasure palace of night
is the decaying cesspool overflow of Hades slum.
Those crystal Babel towers shatter into the shantytowns of reality.
A little light shines a lotta truth.
Freedom
What happen to our revolution to make all equal before the law
Every one with opportunity to succeed
Success that benefited your fellow man
But now it feeds the greed
The richest one percent take over ninety percent of the worlds wealth
and they want the rest of it.
Babies are consider disease, there is a sick celebration and evil joy
for every aborted innocent life. What did the baby do?
The same people move Heaven and earth to protect
the wicked life of a mass murderer and loathe the victims
Sick people, very sick.
Justice only for the unjust.
Questions will be unanswered, other opinions shouted down
Disagree be mocked ridiculed and ostracize, Challenge be imprisoned.
One way, One voice One thought
all others crushed until they conform or die
Destroy the richness of past cultures
Deny the truths of Holiness, erase ideas of wisdom and knowledge,
Twist and confuse the spirit of youth
make them doubt their very gender and pervert their souls to Hell
War for profit, constant war to wear out and wean the will to live
That seductive siren's song beating the drums of war
replacing the heartbeats of young to march in rhythm of death
Media reports nothing but sensationalizes hate and propaganda
Opinions never news, feelings never facts, stupidity never truth
Talking heads with talking points, personalities with non information
Enough is enough
one lone voice reverberates through the wilderness
echos into the winds, blowing through each village, community
sweeps into towns and cities till everyone each person unites
revolution smolders, freedom brews , ideas simmer
overflowing for justice for dignity for reason
Liberty is calling
masses answer
His will be done
We shall be free
Amen.
I s t r e t c h my arms,
caressing collapsed dreams,
l o s t
within the
debris of darkness,
rising from the
volcanic vortex,
drifting with scorching fragments
resembling a love turned to ashes,
from scarred skin and flames.
For I am the constructor of my own chaos~
singing Lilith lullabies
in this cold confinement~
poisoning vermilion
valleys with vicious vines,
watered with kohl tears,
as these lungs inhale toxic rain,
drowning in the demise
of primrose promises,
while pain bleeds
doleful drafts,
and empty pleas
paralyzed within pages of turmoil,
unable to break free from
the
sinister sequence
of the synthetic sun.
Yet I paint
a landscape
thriving with ill-omened orchids,
oblivious to the shimmering gold
dusted above
the black-magic boulevard…
O mystical faeries
must I forever be
a victim of midnight tremors?
Am I to remain
c h a i n e d
with diamond-glazed knots,
in the macabre chambers
where desolated phantoms stroll?
Perhaps it is written in the sands,
with cryptic strands
of sweltering grains~
I am the cacophony,
draped in infected illusions,
basking in hues of hallucinations,
surrendering to the hypnotic sounds
of satanic springs,
drinking from chalices
filled with pomegranate lies,
from the shadowed spirit
of Persephone on Hades’ throne,
engraved with splinters
from inescapable fate,
scripted with somber i n k ...
Somewhere between
veiled visions,
incensed with vanilla,
and the untold sagas
of a crestfallen lunar,
you'll taste
the aromas of alchemy
I've conjured~
shifting like zestful light,
of neon auroras,
deceiving the deceitful
with their distorted colors...
I am K a r m a ~
clothed in sequined starlight,
scattering lessons of life
upon nefarious sighs.
Lock up your daughters
The dark one is rising
Look to the day he arrives
Rejoice his uprising
Stay where you be
You sisters of pure
Soon you will sense
His darkened allure
Your innocence so virginal
He will demand
Upon laying
Infuse his command
She who will be chosen
Will attract the dark from your light
You sisters now reft
Will fade into his night
The cries of anew
Below skies of crimson red
Beside ruptures of lava
This day the light dreads
March into Hades
Rejoice from the light
Prosper in his dark
Revel in his right
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-8.php
Who says that I should read Dante
To summon up visions of Hell?
The charnel houses of the Holocaust
Are but distant memories of a race
Pinning their memories on a distant Star!
I need not go to an abattoir
To get a stink of Death,
Or to the city morgue
To see mangled corpses of men!
Do I have to envision Hades
As described by Virgil (or Homer?)
Does the gore and gristle of a Gothic
Compare with what’s next door?
Charon waits on my doorstep
The Grim Reaper is too busy to come.
You need not be dead to take passage
On Thanatos’ ferry, for sure!
The winding streets of my world
Are tributaries to the Stygian river –
Lost souls abound in the bye-lanes
Longing for a Paradise called Death!
A lot of fancy gizmos befuddle me in this technological age,
Where perplexing computers, texting and twittering are all the rage!
I can empathize with the feller who renounced horse and buggy days,
To subdue the baffling horseless carriage that became all the craze!
Clyde Schlunk reluctantly retired his faithful horse and buggy wheels.
He was the first in town to own one of those new fangled automobiles!
'Twas simple to harness a horse, feed him oats and shoe him all those years.
Now he must master complex clutches, cranks and shifting gears!
'Twas hard to break years of habits spent driving a buggy and horse.
He still had his buggy whip near at hand in the automobile of course!
When trying to stop the machine he'd yell, "Whoa! Nellie! Whoa!"
As he tried to avoid a tree or slid through slippery sleet and snow!
His erratic driving terrified chickens, horses and little old ladies,
As he whipped about that sedate little town like a bat out of Hades!
The only pain he suffered from his horse was a kick now and then.
But when cranking the carriage he busted his knuckles over and over again!
He still hollered "haw" to turn to the left and "gee" to turn to the right!
Did the town folks' ridicule bother him? Not by a blame sight!
Clyde never learned how to control those forty horses under the hood.
He couldn't rein 'em in causing all sorts of havoc in the neighborhood!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Joyce Johnson's "Your Very Best" Contest - February 2011
Though the necks
sighting of Ichabod Crane
humungous horror
helplessly harassing,
hellish hyena howling,
hideously hounding,
headless Halloween
hair raising happening,
regarding haunting
horseman spectre,
not due to arrive
(in gremlin, golem, and
goblin crawling theaters
everywhere in outer limits
of twilight zone),
come October thirty first
two thousand, and nineteen
divination trap
pings can never
be implemented overly
soon - to satiate subhuman
scary sightings,
sans mine ineluctable
supernatural drive
biz ease, this (gopher broke,
phantasmagoric over seer
grown wunderkind,
passionately rousing spooks,
where this droning
necromancer named
Matthew Scott Harris),
asper undertaking
luckless ghostly endeavors
also oft times finds
meat hoo experiencing
aborted, cancelled and retried
aim mush carriage
(i.e. thwarted, ejected,
and clobbered miscarriage)
off base when out fielding
paranormal activities,
qua catcher catch can
pseudo boxing
exaggerated shadows
striking mine attenuated,
elongated, and invoked
Hades monstrous silhouettes,
viz jugular vein bleeding
(heart liberal)
burnt umber umbra
pitching one dimensional
brokered, bricked,
and bracketed
wall size grotesqueries
detailing bloodless battles
silently creaking within republic
of my imagination.
A verse retelling of the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. I based this verse on the story told in Bullfinch’s Mythology (1959).
Gather 'round now and hear while I retell
One of the greatest stories told of love
About a man named Orpheus, whose skill
With the lyre could melt the hardest of hearts
Of beings both mortal and immortal,
Soothed the beasts that roamed the woods, plains, hills
And even the plants from the lowly shrub
To the stateliest of trees stood entranced,
Whenever he passed and his music played.
Joined to Eurydice in nuptial bliss,
Tragedy struck not long after they’d wed
As Eurydice, loyal to her vows,
Fled from Aristaeus' unwanted arms,
Stepped on a serpent that in turn did bite
Her exposed foot causing her to expire,
Plunging Orpheus in bottomless grief.
What would you do if the woman you loved
Were taken away from your home and hearth,
She whose life with yours was so intertwined
That to live without her was worse than death?
So Orpheus dared go where no man could
To bring back his beloved, he embarked
To the Nether regions where Hades reigned
With Proserpine in eternal night.
He caused such strains that moved the king and queen
To free Eurydice from her confines
And with her husband go without delay
Back to the world where there was night and day.
What happy reunion it must have been
To happen in the most unlikely place
That never witnessed joy nor happiness!
With longing hearts that they would soon unite
Wife walked behind husband towards the light,
But Eurydice had scarcely stepped out
When Orpheus, overcome with desire
To behold his beloved's face once more,
Looked over his shoulder only to find
His wife held back by the cavernous mouth!
For he forgot the bargain he had made
With Hades, who released Eurydice
On condition that Orpheus must not
Glance at his wife until the two of them
Were completely out of the Netherworld.
Thus ended one man's quest born out of love
Who defied nature's laws just for the sake
Of the woman he loved, and did succeed
In freeing her from death's clasp but only
To lose her again for eternity.
Among 3rd Place, Myth & Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Vanya Evangeline
A man I know, he is of himself like of the lord
Words are sharp and apt on his tongue
With it formed a blunt dull machete like sword
Covering the deep intention behind and within unsung
The words of false shining like truth
Is a time bomb to the rightful owner
The listener get affected to be delivered off tooth
And suffers the agony of retaliation from the sufferer turned stoner
Deliver my ears from the voice of the sweet sayer
Clipping my mind to a false belief
Whose says are magnetized on prediction cum soothsayer
A hour glass of relief to ageless wood of grief
The knowledge of words oft demanding
Well beyond our Earthly understanding
Mind flash like a blink of an eye
To and fro the norms until the day that we die
Time to grieve those that leave, inadequate
Plead for us, please as our own sole advocate
Unplanned plans demand that we have to know
Right, wrong, lie and truth people do for sustenance to grow
Salvation will not stop crying to its allegiance
Life will not wait long for death’s remembrance
Holding unto name in history which shall fades
Drives many in no time sooner than later to the hades
Memories like a breeze gently blow by
When or how, now or then, we don’t
know why
So, forgive us oh dear lover, oh dearly departed
The once that stood their ground in time so short since started
As we continue to fight this battle
Save us from the deadly luring prattle
We shall soon see the rest of your story
Pray grace reunite us in white lighted glory
Hypocrisy walks in and takes up all the space
The eyes of most brethrens fall on her, their eyes burst
My eye, don't know why, once fell on her face
Can't deter, a blur, unquenchable luring thirst