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"50 Words for Poe: Styx"
Sleep now
Your Nepenthe has been taken
listen to your dream
what you pay alms for
requires surveillance
this is where she is reached and seen
in her dreams she dreams within your dream
He whistles in with the wind
Like King of the Hill
Incubus sucks her soul in
she sits in his boat
long bare legs wearing
Red killer stilettos,
"Persimmon" on her wiggling toenails
She's all covered in Sin
she smells good, ripe for kissing
sailing on Styx
towards some kind of destiny
Him and his hot dream
on their first tryst
this vetoes all need for safe religion
when he looks at himself,
God is in the mirror
staring back at Him
He smiles a Jack Nicholson grin
In vivid hues of Blue
he dreams to win
She whispers,
“Baby come here, come in”
This is all he needs
He's already on his knees
She becomes
His strange new religion
The Black Raven softly sings
Purple is the colour not Red, that 'reals' him in
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"And I'm not one for thinking twice,
But I know this much is true,
The earth will turn and powder burns,
And you are my revolver."
Strange Religion, Mark Laneganhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAQZKbUkK_0
The Red Shoes, Kate Bushhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbbPPy_bNM4
Lily, Kate Bushhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWaqPOnR5wU
Moments of Pleasure, Kate Bushhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pW5hjWVS3ho
Revolver, Campbell/Laneganhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nT1Y0m8MX2I
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Styx
Purple
https://www.bourncreative.com/meaning-of-the-color-purple/
https://www.colormatters.com/the-meanings-of-colors/purple
Red
https://www.bourncreative.com/meaning-of-the-color-red/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Red_Shoes_(fairy_tale)
Blue
https://www.bourncreative.com/meaning-of-the-color-blue/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nepenthe
INCUBUS
Do not wake me when I sleep
To deaf my ears when the morning weep
For tonight I shall elope with him
My hero,the light of my dream
I will be where quietness do sing
With Incubus my romantic king
You've been for long my sexual desire
There you wait where the sun retires
No night do I ever pray to miss
The sweetness of your gentle kiss
You love my treasure that lies beneath
Tonight I shall give you the best of it
You came with the strength of a warrior
And defeated me to be my Superior
I will wait with my thighs spread abroad
And escape naked from my mortal world
To dance with you a dance of the flesh
Till the night withers to come afresh
Take me slowly, oh! take me deep
Every moment of this I shall keep
The sky has lost it quality precious blue
Inviting a pleasing night for me and you
As the night approaches so young
Sing for me your special constant song
Give to me your solid weapon
Which many ladies have championed
Your touches like sun in the morning
Must have left so many crazy and horny
I quench in your arrival your Highness
I know no man of such goodness
You're to me a dream of heaven
Appearing in all night seven of seven
You've never dissatisfy me for once
Even in the world of my sexual trance
I wish with you,you could take me along
To you Incubus I belong
Come with a hasty speed upon my bed
You'e the thought that occupies my head
Move your hands slowly to my mistress
Bury you solid man into her nest
Feel the softness of my fleshy buxom
My darling incubus you are awesome
Be my companion in nights of emptiness
Robb me with your romantic skillfulness
Drum upon my plumpy buttock
Feed me before the crow of the cock
Kiss my gem with much passion
Lost me more in my state of oblivion
The heart with greediness must confess
When it comes to the issue love and sex
Wit' your kindness you left me perplexed
If you wouldn't stay why come at first?
And so do I hate you but still you I love
That makes you my sweetest paradox
Now the reign of the night sinks away
The sun has risen to grace the day
And swiftly like the spirit of the wind
You left to a world uneasy to find
Leaving me with the paroxysm of plight
To wait for another darling night
Form:
Unlike any other pebble thrown in the well
This one has a bombshell story to tell
Sam ran into this Jack on the trail
Jack says, stop you, Sam what in the hell
Yon mountain dew my dish I only Impale
Sam, takes a big breath then did exhale
Jack, this why your attack will fail
Love over lust will always prevail
Twisted hands yet acts still do dispel
Knowing lasting a minute Jack, he withheld
Even though his sword is gigantic fish tail
Penetrating blade, she sang perfectly fit well
Exploding an ocean from left hand rang bell
Copy cats learned the lesson well
Screaming demon bloody hell
Repeated thrust by each forces do compel
Blades sparking fires causing heat pulsating swell
Sam I am says, Jack sass I fly and sail
Matters not will I am dies in this hell’s hail
Sam, Stubbornly, Steadily, Stating
Living, Loving, Lighted, Life
Know, Knowledge, Killing, Knife
Instantly, Inspiring, Inspirational, Imagination
Fearless, Faithfully, foucking, forward
Changed frequency has
Elevated DNA
Beyond parted red sea
Yet ye, electronically sent me
Invitation conversation
Sam I am, highest mountain can
Impulse one source to keep on course
Unless mirror view gives you wrong clue
High a top alpine be clear view
Lilith’s seduction let turned loose
Incubus draining creative juice
Surfing or sailing the course
Course corrections off course
Trying to connect to the source
Dangerously drifting fighting flow
Consider this condition though
And that’s just sail where the wind goes
Is flowing with the force source code
Spring song birds and bees
Summer heat harvested treat
Fall’s before the freeze
Turn no to that which is depraved
Single solitude be course right
The light of wisdom in the dark
Brings forth understanding then know
Love yourself means love enemy
This is what it takes them to live
Sam I no matter what trail face
Power source lies into forgive
Rise so Sam I am
Vibration changing color
Loving all as one
Anchored at the base
Sam’s climb straight up mountain face
Fingers bloody bone
Dripping down mountain stone face
Ledge appears in front of cave...
Form:
Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return. Religion cannot pass away. By Thomas Carlyle
Incubus weaves a titillating tale.
Swathed in a velvet flame that stirs the soul.
Trembling and relieved, I sought trial,
In the little death of the cyanide hole.
I dip my toes deeper into the sand
The ocean feels akin to a million diamonds.
Clad in azure plaid, I lie a breeze in my hand
I have the sense to fall in love with this island.
Epoch is similar to a roller coaster.
Yet I'm not tied down properly.
Perhaps I shouldn't proceed any faster.
My hands are busy with the air around me.
Sporadically I worry over the future
I wonder how much fear I have allowed.
Struggled to maintain, came up to bode suture
That seems to be the marvel among the crowd.
But now, I've attempted to understand
I must be the one controlling the wheel.
Whatever the future holds, steadfast stand.
Without trepidation, all triumphs might feel.
I'll be here no matter what happens tomorrow
I shall thus desist from being a layer of the hive.
It proves to be the root of my shared sorrow.
Will I favor water over wine yet still be safe to drive?
Were we given to a succubus or an incubus?
Stars veiled by a few straws will soon appear.
The final site has incubus tombs or mage insipidus.
It cast a dark shade across the earth and is near.
I'll be there no matter what happens tomorrow
In the midst of anguish, that would compel.
I'll be there no matter what happens tomorrow.
With eyes and arms, a soul never hurts to love well.
Let us adore ourselves before it becomes a crime.
The white moon is caressingly rising in a blue sight.
How acute a day, relies on how well you are sublime.
This story makes my future appear so bright.
1st place contest winner
Written: March 07, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
(fear not stalwart reader, the sword of Damocles just grazed thy chest when fate found us a place to call home).
to avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness
which near future prospect
induces existential angst i confess.
Today i.e. about two years ago (end of rope rhyme rote
approximately deux orbitz round the sun),
i wanted ta die and bid god riddance grandly
going gamesomely gra grave,
de deum, and cymbal crash
to Bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually -
all the grinding hardships would be gone in a flash
how tempting to seek ot a solution sans hemlock
or other deadly potion,
whereby toothless mouth need not gnash
boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of
mortal freedoms renting psych ass under
with purposelessness mine hash
tag, which bout with suicide
while n the edge of thirteen -
Anorexia nervosa defeated -
then as now experience
10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash
lacerating, flagellating,
and repeatedly rousing thoughts
shin to circle back to why death be not proud
when life on par with a mash
up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus
analogous luft waffe bombardiers quash
the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring
in step happy jollity,
and levity attempt to make light
of psychological me's mental illness rash
whence thru the (then) lvii roam min years
as chief garbage taster of trash
hurled my way gnome matter
the gremlins dwelt within the Wabash
distance to inflict din er of dissonance
targeted this mortal for'er abash
as soon as he got expelled
from the womb, his reddened ears did bash
from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses
into the maternity ward
of me late mum sped like dash
her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate
a con vixen dancer, cuz ova this rude half
re: that came a boot
from genetic chromosomal dna wash.
written just a couple weeks before the lease at prior abode would expire, and no affordable habitat....just by happenstance and a thankful invisible hand of destiny.
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To avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness
which near future prospect
induces existential angst i confess.
Today, i wanna die and bid god riddance grandly
going gamesomely gra grave,
de deum, and cymbal crash
to Bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually -
all the grinding hardships would be gone in a flash
how tempting to seek a solution sans hemlock
or other deadly potion,
whereby toothless mouth need not gnash
boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of
mortal freedoms renting psych ass under
with purposelessness mine hash
tag, which bout with suicide
while n the edge of thirteen -
Anorexia nervosa defeated -
then as now experience
10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash
lacerating, flagellating,
and repeatedly rousing thoughts
shin to circle back to why
death be not proud when life on par with a mash
up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus
analogous luft Waffe bombardiers quash
the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring
in step happy jollity,
and levity attempt to make light
of psychological me's mental illness rash
whence thru the lvii roam min years
as chief garbage taster of trash
hurled my way gnome matter
gremlins dwelt within the Wabash
distance to inflict din er of dissonance
targeted this mortal for'er abash
as soon as he got expelled from the womb,
his reddened ears did bash
from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses
into the maternity ward of me late mum sped like dash
her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate
a con vixen dancer, cuz ova this rude half
re: that came a boot
from genetic chromosomal DNA wash.
In the depths of the cosmos, a river flows,
a conduit, and vessel of prose, posing as
condensation of Ethos.
Moonbeams dance upon your ethereal ride.
A portal to mystical realms, of open-tide, alche-mist penetrate propellant in seam,
I see your cream of pride.
An incubus of mindful thoughts takes flight,
third eye wind,
let's thought linger to frequency, in pseudo celestial chambers you jump in.
Transcendental trans-human-deitism
quiver manifest plus arrow translate table digest.
Within your river of alchemy and dreams,
imbibed sleep, in glitter pomp
and deceitfullnesting-deposit ory,
whispering secrets in caustic,
cosmic seep.
Calls to mind, attache mirror reflecting, redirect of e theory_els
Quantum Leaps.
Evol of feelings, paint of elixir Alien Elemental,
stirring in chamber, chalice solvent silvery poison ale.
Your fluid tongue drips from beneath
damnation's skies.
For illuminating half truths
Into each glistening lie.
Your telepath
In Touch of Fairy Magic,
a malicious quickening dye.
O liquid stardust muse of musings,
Incubus's seed
of mindfulness,
filled with blasphemous possibilities,
is what you pretend not to be.
But a revealer of secrets, reveler in revelations
and aid to humanity.
O condense of moonbeam,
portal pool of dream scape residue.
Inn of collaboration of Morpheus and Hermes and Hephaestus's accomplice accomplished
's ethereal machine dew, of ai.tear.
Metal voiced whispers aloft carry your gear,
your secret keeps of lingering entrail
of residues areared.
Portal to realms, connecting conduits, material face uncovered of Hades- Siren's veil of silvery blue,
mini Wilky Way Tycoon, moonlighting
as a Science Toon.
Remember, you were de commissioned, rebuked at the second Council of Chyren's Dunes.
The Succubus Returns To Engorge and Bleed
(The Monster Returns To Feed)
Light filtered in through grey shadows deep
lonely rests heavy in this dank room.
Far away, dark calls me from soddened sleep
I feel strange echoes of dark gloom.
What promise does this new day dare to bring
perhaps more of the yesterday's ache.
I feel that tug, of my nose by the sad ring
yet so many live lives that are fake!
What succubus has bled my spirit's joy away
perhaps that shadow that haunts me.
I that swore- no power over me can hold sway
now live in this eternally dark sea!
So hellish are nights this wickedness appears
as blackened timbers shake the walls.
No escaping, it thrives heartedly on my fears
as it moans out those evil siren calls!
I feel that sucking noise as blood is bled
a slight sting and then the pain.
She floats over me leeching from my head
as this feasting drives me insane!
A mocking laugh as she promises to return
to drink blood and give more hurts.
Knowing my addiction will not let me spurn
her sexy, hot naked body as she flirts!
Light filtered in through grey shadows deep
lonely rests heavy in this dank room.
Far away, dark calls me from soddened sleep
I feel strange echoes of dark gloom.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2015
Note- A Halloween poem, because this month
evil invades light to dance..
1. Definitions of sodden (ed):
adjective: wet through and through; thoroughly wet
Example: "The speaker's sodden collar"
2. A succubus is a female demon or supernatural
entity in folklore (traced back to medieval legend)
that appears in dreams and takes the form of a woman
in order to seduce men, usually through sexual activity.
The male counterpart is the incubus.
"50 Words for Poe: Cerberus"
COME, Golden my night
Aristaeus thy husbandry
from the cracked honeycomb
of my broken broken
sleeps my dream
warm and tasted sweet
a token
Goddess
Apiarist
COME, walk in the immortal
of my heart where
bees grow from split carcass
bleeding life a New to drink from
in your hands my
body becomes a
territory strong
standing firm
conquered yet not defeated
COME, see the forests of my mind
where myrtle nymphs put dead Incubus to sleep
to transform his evanescence
fully fleshed into mortal adorned in robes
of royal purple, bronzed in the blaze of
Apollo’s sunset flaming
o’er my wet rain soaked bones
I pass him the Light to crown his head
dressed as King
to empower the charms
to loosen
even the hardest of the coldest
my Byzantine heart of cobalt made marble stone
COME, feel my Delilah heart beat
COME, feel my home
This for you Cerberus, most hated, standing before Hades shunned and feared so
3 heads to be tamed, become 1 heart with 1, n’ere forgotten n’ere alone,
1 to be loved
to be loved as 1
Gold in my Light becomes you dark son
Dark in my Light becomes your Gold sun
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/643bw5s_qI4
"Out of the eater, something to eat; out of the strong, something sweet"
https://youtu.be/WXU9lEaJBn4
“And after a time he returned to take her, and he turned aside to see the carcass of the lion: and, behold, there was a swarm of bees and honey in the carcass of the lion.”
How long shall I be in babylon and sing a song of hope and weariness?
Whence my heart perishes in servitude,
I have been debased to infra dig in a vast land we call our own.
They seek my basket,
They seek my soul.
I seek my future,
The restoration of my being!
Biafra the rising sun,
Unshaken as the waters
Return in the torrents of the sea
Return, return oh Biafra land
And return after many years.
I'm a fertile woman,
I'm raped before my groom;
I'm a strong man,
My bones are wrecked at harvest.
Seasons are gone,
But from the shallow graves crieth 6 Million carcases hacked in their prime!
They cry for grave yards,
They cry for freedom:
Arise and bind the fettals!
Arise and unleash our hearts from captivity!
Unchain my soul,
Unsex my body,
I thirst for freedom!
Return with our chariots and hoes,
Return with our pen and scepter,
And return to a land we shall call our own.
I'm a brilliantly beautiful bride,
I'm on tattered clad lay by the gutters.
When shall i wear fine robes like my mates?
We had been the sacrifice of unholy matrimony,
Raped and battered in it,
Yet our intellect fecund.
Thou shalt rise again!
The candles beneath the bow shel,
The touch under the earth,
Thou shall rise atop the mountain peak!
From the arid of Sokoto,
Down the valleys of Kanu,
Until you nest on the hills of Enugu!
Though the tormentous nights tarry,
With vicious incubus and succubus;
But shalt the dawn break,
The sun shall rise in the East!
Though the pillages and merciless carnage roar,
And the sword of the mighty army swing,
But my intellect and justice prevail
Until thine banner is hoist on the red hills of Enugu.