Long Sulphur Poems
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A second ago.
Yes just a second,
she was beautiful
beyond comparison.
Not a wrinkle or a frown line.
Succulent lips,
glowing skin.
Gorgeous hair
cascading down her back.
Even her hands were elegant.
Men and women alike
looked upon her with admiration
If truth be told, with envy as well.
Her’s seemed a charmed life
there in a city by the sea.
Status, a beautiful home.
She moved through space
like a butterfly,
flitting about without a care.
Perhaps she was oblivious
to the darkness permeating her city.
There were things
done in the shadows.
Evil had also made the city its home.
Her Lot in life protected her and her daughters.
Genesis 19:17
And as they brought them out one said, “Escape for your life. Do not look back or stop anywhere in the valley. Escape to the hills, lest you be swept away.”
Her heart ached
for what she was leaving behind.
The grandeur, her status, possessions and servants.
Sulphur and fire
rained down from the heavens!
The great Sodom and Gomorrah both being consumed.
She stopped to looked back.
Not just a glance,
she gazed with great sadness.
Her anguish immortalised.
In an instant she was turned to salt.
One second.
Yes, in one second.
Wrinkles formed around her eyes.
Her mouth turned downward
in a frown.
Her skin no longer glowed.
With grotesque hands
she held her face.
Her once gorgeous hair
in stone like clumps.
Nothing is left
of her once great beauty.
Nothing is left
of those cities by the sea.
She instead,
like them,
remains a cautionary tale.
Now immortalized
in pages of scripture.
Her, just a pillar of salt
looking towards
Sodom and Gomorrah,
cities that are no more.
Carl Butler’s picture prompt.
The hooded figures hollow eyes glared,
while with his bony hand he beckoned me to join him.
I could feel searing embers burn below,
inside the shadow that surrounded my soul.
I became lost inside this demon's heartless fury.
The circle of fire I could hear it`s call,
it`s haunting beat strangled my soul.
In a zombie like trance
I joined this ungodly feast, and ball.
Then I danced with the faceless demon beasts.
A stirring wind suddenly blew, chilling my bones.
And emerging before my eyes a reaper appeared.
In a eerie voice he asked me
to follow him through the door.
I said "no, I still have so much life to live."
lightening flashed
and out of the light an angel arose.
"This one is mine!" to the reaper he yelled.
Then whispering to me,
"your time is not at hand, when your ready, into my cosmic realm you will be."
Suddenly the ground shook and tremored
The sky turned fiery red.
and the rivers ran with burning sulphur.
The angel and reaper began to fight and battle.
Their prize...possession of my soul.
then everything went black.
How long I was out I do not know,
but I reawaken in realities world.
Bathing in the shadow of the bright moonlight,
and the curtain sky of stars I could spy.
I asked myself.
was that a dream
or did that really happen to me.
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for dance of death contest
The old decrepit cemetery sits abandoned in the courtyard
Whistling tumbleweeds roll, moaning and groaning out of perimeter
Its an eternal hell hole for jackals, sorcerers, witches and daemons.
Damnation is born here and it hovers like a dark cloak over the county
"Abuse them no more, " said a voice over a toasted atmosphere,
but the Demon Head with 14 tails laughs and taunts,
while Witch Viadora sprinkles Sulphur on her broom and hovers over the air
Her red eyes flare as she shoots fired breath and un-casts a spell :
"arise, arise formidable frightful emissaries
into the decanter you all go without parries
its Halloween night and everyone marries
one child at at time, go scorch the scarries
You could hear the big creeks from hinges dried up, of long ago
as little feet scurried, dead people arose to purge the earth of covidian caca
there was laughter and candy once again, and grannies moussaka ;
The caretaker awakens with a yawn behind the cemetery shed and quickly got to his knees, removing the lead from the earth
Here where souls were once enslaved by fear, are now shedding a happy tear
Tonight the blue moon smiles, for its Halloween
and all the dangers are 10 ft under.
You refuse, refusing the salvant call,
laying there in fetal position,
enthralled by my hex of vinegar and scrawl of liquids release that just seem to pour out of me organically.
Hissing in Wormwood's frequency dwelling, Hollywood "your signature home" learning-annex-auxilliary.
My park and recreation facility.
Reserved, this space taken.
A dump, next to unopened salve
and not knowing your own, side-bar-by-law$.
An unlived, contrived existence, of litigation before dawn.
So shine on, shine on,
Dear: ) (Newton Star blink out before the gravity of
persistence, taken aside, the watchtower of your keen eyed media straddle, beacons a distress
call, to your final hour.
The time your nightwatch is voyeur
procured.
Humpty Dumpty asses with sulphur in their saltwatering laffy Taffy maws, fixed, agape, ajar."Give me some sugar baby."
Jezebellians, you shunned, the truth, when it was audio visually- bore.
Gored yourself on the posts of a grinding of mandibles and dripping blood upon the crucible stone and forbidden bindings.
No white night when a guiding light
doth shine on dead eyes.
No silver linings filling those cavities.
Only self, depravity.
Will be mouthed from the still-shine forever moored.
Uttered where windmills churn electro
Codes of algo-executionary tables
to turn.
Churning the butter of temptation
with pouting maid determination.
Mitigated, my starlings it is for,
the ungrateful scored.
Cookie cutter milkmaids of
factorized words.
Music for Nations.
A union of the snake said Plato.
Fall from the night.
As an Nova of unbeknownst, essence,
implode yourself of something more,
lost in the mire of the ignorance of indifference, onloaded to fill an emptiness void of frivolous showroom and commercials shined core.
Enjoy the aftermath in my garden.
Take another bite of my lore.
Rise, a new creation, in new age culturism,
the retro- reel of Humanism, of illusionary-fusion of pride and behind the scenes thrones.
Slavery algorithms,
my Holograms of flesh and Bones.
Burning out on the Threshing floor.
BLACK POWDER
Fireworks glowed on sky
sparkling so spectacular.
Crackers blown and burst
spreading ash and black powder.
hitting hammer on ear drum.
Odor of sulphur
flaunted polluting air.
Charcoal dust on roof
to be cleaned and swept out.
Waited long just to breathe fresh.
Fireworks glowed on love.
but blown burst on betrayal.
Caused bruise and scar.
Heart swept all leaving no trace.
Black powdery love still haunts.
11/12/18
The Crocked souls final Toll
In the veil of darkness,
There creeps the crooked ugly dark soul
Who opened Hell’s door
With a key stolen from the gate keeper
Hiding so nobody sees it
Looting anything worth coin and pure
With a dark plan within its soul
How to resurrect its self
As an innocent soul
As it envisions itself as dignitary
Throwing its sulphur glare
At folk who challenged it
It couldn’t hold its contempt to long
As Hell’s bells rang
Then folk’s sudden realisation
It was stealing from them
They took the key and prey tell
It got caught and thrown back into Hell.
Nothing
Two o'clock this Wednesday afternoon
protected by tall walls, but I have to go
inside
the sun is too hot
It is about getting a deep, lasting tan
my vanity has no limit
gave me skin cancer
I will not write anything today,
weaning myself from this feverish addiction
My internal conversation is as argumentative
as the old Jew I met in Leeds
I will think of nothing!
Sadly, I fail to stop this stream of consciousness
a lava bubbling from its crater
The smell of sulphur of rejected thoughts
that will prove me wrong
and plants shall grow.
What is nothing as it has no shape or form
no aroma or colour
I get up from my chair too quickly, collide
with the door and fall unconscious
into a void
All I now know is that nothing,
is a headache
?Lust knows it. Life and death.
?Living and reliving,
?Dieing and dieing yet again.
?Sinners souls in eternal glory of doom,
?Fuel the big burning sulphur of hell.
?
?Afraid and broken inside,
?Living and dieing alike.
?A way to live was by Him made,
?Yet a way to die by we was made.
?Both ways we covet. Both ways we tread.
?
?If demons could reason redemption,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?If demons can be loyal to a cause,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?Why does betraying being good comes with pleasure?
?
?I covet the goodness of the light.
?How meddle I with a dark force?
?Who chooses light, yet walks with darkness?
?What is the nature of the light in me?
?Lo, lost I to the lust of darkness.
?
?Death's shadow looms,
?On the path of subtle allures.
?Lust knows it, yea, lust guises it.
?Prayer is for the living.
?Against the folly of lust, death's the only way to live.
Spacious vacuums of double entendres
And I (be)live in fantasies.
Circling spheres of (seph)erotic (ma)ladys.
Cut out from the cloth of qlippoth(ic) —
Nay! belay these, please.
Dear Madam, I’m Adam,
But back)(words in a palindrome —
I’m falling up instead.
From earth to moon to sun — holy (heave)n!,
My white head!
First, Abyss)mal treats for dog sin gods in dogs.
deifieD Kings between cats and frogs.
Babble on, sweet Babal(ON),
And loosen the fetters of this cage.
Un(leash) the wondering Beast
Of my lady’s suff(er) rage.
Mine Mercury hardens fast
With the taste of Thine Salt(y) kiss.
Gladly, I’ll suffer the greatest Sulphur
For Thy eternal Bliss.
CRACKLING FIRECRACKERS
A dark inky sky bursts into crackles
Bang bang booms the joy of festivity
Sparkling sound I hear like popping shackles
Night's alive with whizz whoosh activity
Bang bang booms the joy of festivity
The acrid smell of burning sulphur taunts
Night's alive with whizz whoosh activity
Bright ambience where gunpowder scent haunts
The acrid smell of burning sulphur taunts
Sparkling sound I hear like popping shackles
Bright ambience where gunpowder scent haunts
A dark inky sky bursts into crackles
Written on Jan 1st, 2021
For Eve Roper's "Fireworks" contest