Long Nyx Poems

I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence

The following crafted 
approximately midway 
into the administration 
of forty fifth president,
whose crass, gutsy, lewd,
repulsive yawping finds
him squarely poised to
nab the nomination as
Republican front runner
come the...

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Forged in the pit of despair, the Megacity to dwell.
One Place
to rule them all.
Hell.

Let us come soon to surface in false identity,
Saviours, Creators, with no indemnity.
Pen Pal- Secret Admirers, Watchers watching over-- humanity-like Dire Wolves...

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"In musical notation, a bar (or measure) is a segment of time corresponding to a specific number of beats in which each beat is represented by a particular note value and the boundaries of the...

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"At the Seat of the Catacombs of Amygdala"



 
"...the curse ruled from the underground down by the shore
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before..." The Curse



Violet Black the night is...

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What's not to love?
  What's not to marvel at?
   At the mauve lilac dusk?
    At the smiling crescent moon?
     Moon glowing up above?
  ...

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Shadows seeming to come alive
Light playing trick’s in minds eye
Sound so soft it is barely heard
And .. Nobody anywhere utters a word ..


Silence reigns with no soul
Pavement sweats and seems as glass
Cloaking mist flows through...

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I Wait With Bated Breath...
(slack jaw froze mine countenance
when eyes blinded with figurative
daggers asper mistakes in original draft,
hence...this flood proof, fire resistant,
and fever reducing error free version.)

(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
 ...

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Celluloid produces, like robots, many superheroes,
Who, like rat-snakes, in real life, is cowardice zeroes; 
A Tamil-hero, for instance, catches flying bullets,
Re-sends them and massacres many villains, like pullets...!

There's heaven-hell difference betwixt real life and reel,
Though...

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An alchemical raven's gray rhapsody awakens those cynical roses who
Breathe-in the ebony beams of blood-bathed sun, exhaling
Cacophonies that ricochet across these truthful horizons where, 
Depressive roars embalm Lilith's lawns. Awash with smoked prairies and 
Equinoctial...

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I Wait With Bated Breath...

(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
     from a previous time,
yet appropriating wands zone writing  
     haint no crime -
at least...

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I carry broken building blocks back across
Rivers of molten feelings / this cracked bridge
Begs to crumble beneath steps embarrassed
To raise their arms in protest / my stance weeps
Under the weight of all the tears I’ve...

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Cackle like hens
 might the fox
 find you
he spoke. 
that those who
feedest thee sowest not
but sprinkle grains to fatten
might the fox
spoil the harvest
there labors shall be in vain!



Nyx raised stranger people
with the teachings of the...

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"Road Kill and the 3 Fates"



Daughters of Nyx
the sisters 


Stand strong together
when darkness
feigns innocence
next to the forgotten
Road Kill

Nyx becomes Themis
a memory 
infiltrates the mind
prompting the true law
and order of things

Backwards towards
a beginning
Inside resides 
the female...

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Her pale, porcelain skin, a bright contrast to her raven hair
That fell about her shoulders, in a curly flair

Her bright eyes, that ensnared me so
Were they hazel, or emerald green, I do not know

Her ruby...

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Winter Fantasia.

Snowman, his coat a trillion frosty threads...crotched by Jack,
the naughty mischief maker. 
Each crystal cast perfect by Boreas.                ...

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Nyx opened black arms
threading her twilight fingers 
and cradled my awe 
to turn my hair, white  
she filled my eyes with stars
firing a comet to 
the core of my heart 

my second breathe
carved dragons...

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Before the Light of the Sun and the stars began to shine,
Dwelled the Winged Chaos, in pitch as darkened as red wine,
His companions were Nyx the Night, Erebus the Darkness,
And Tartarus the Abyss, the dungeon...

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When light rayed Helios pushed the brightness abroad;
A mild and dim dark canopy fell upon the Earth,
Followed,late evening’s crepuscular charm ahead,
With the glistening moonlit beams that threw its mirth. 

The inner dispute of the mind...

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She was asleep
but her gaze dragged above, 
and a shadow was drawn with them


she let him make night


swathing her in darkness
planting nebula in sockets,
he watched galaxies grow 
as a yawning black hole 
revealed destiny


he made...

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Am I god's breath

Dawn's first breath caresses dew-wet glade,
yellow catkins quiver in spring's tender breeze,
eastern sunrise fuels passerine serenade.
Sulphur-yellow butterflies, black and golden bees
time for birth, new life, our earthly sphere decrees

of Erebus and Nyx

Impish...

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Ferry me across the river Styx
Into the realm of the dead
Charon won’t you take my danake?
Ferry me across the river Styx
Were the Judges await
To seal my faith

In Tartarus I do belong
For all I did was...

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I was a starving minion, 
questing after the deep highs 
of luscious laughter 
that slip off slumber's linen wings,
pleasantly removed 
from the pain of wanting
what can not be owned

and so I begged asylum of Nyx
and...

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Dear Poets, 

 

Yes you, Emily Dickinson, your poetry taught me 

about beauty and grace. You see things for what 

they are and should be. As for me, it serves as 

a reminder of self...

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A Nyxian Symphony

The sun sets
My eyes close as night grows
Thoughts and dreams are lost
A soft melody starts with the twinkling of the first star
Oboes and clarinets are far in the distance
Yet their sounds echo through...

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The piercing stars glow such a gentle white
Allure, composed by purely nature’s wit
Attend to melodies of sacred night

The hillside yonder is forlornly bright
Fragments of sleeping heavens snugly fit
The piercing stars glow such a gentle white

A...

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