Romantic Myth Poems

The Haunting of the Moon


She comes when the Moon is heavy
With wishes from many a maid
Who with passionate longing,
Their dreams upon it laid

She comes when...

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She spoke of both Rephaim and Nakim
she spoke of them with
a fair fondness
KaI(so4)2,,12H2O
potassium alum
to make crystals and seeds 
of red jasper rough
personal and confidental
refractions of...

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While the fields and plains
Prepare for floods
The cold of fall and
Shortened days
I employ my mind to wintery
things
Preparation of a post
autumn gloom

A drizzle of truffle oil
upon...

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While the fields and plains
Prepare for floods
The cold of fall and
Shortened days
I employ my mind to wintery
things
Preparation of a post
autumn gloom

A drizzle of truffle oil
upon...

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While the fields and plains
Prepare for floods
The cold of fall and
Shortened days
I employ my mind to wintery
things
Preparation of a post
autumn gloom

A drizzle of truffle oil
upon...

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there are some people
I do know
they speak of places
I can't go
ooh then some
if God is real
might should I ask
the chores of one
done by two
Makes easy...

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They walked around the pond
speaking of the beautiful lotes
she told a story of someone From her youth
about the legend of "Apache Tears"
a man who cried...

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hail Andramelech
	ominous overseer ~
		hefty cover charge

seductive sinning
	alluring Asmodeus ~
		raunchy romantic

black Beelzebub
	infamous instigator ~
		a fly incarnate 

unholy Vetis
	devious rhymer of speech ~
		master manipulator

treacherous tempter
	seditious sadist Satan...

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In the mountain of music and art
The summit turns into zenith of fame
Some climb to become celebrities
In number of steps that seems ordained.

Feeling the talent...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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Let me penetrate your abyss 
and storm your walls of dominion.

Let’s rage against the dying 
of the light bringer of night
and scream to creations seams...

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Gold is your time…
In your eyes, it stretches into your past! 
…so long and deep it reaches. 
It crests and transcends. 
To mark the age...

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Oh hello there! Again!
Aah! 
Yes!
You there!

Such lovely young pretty plaything, a female?
I presume?

With the beautiful expensive suit!
I am just seeing you there like a dream...

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Swirling smoke, coming undone in cool august air,
I'll have an unmarked grave-so long as your lips are my last lair;
A hazy dive deep in trenches...

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The Moon, our Celestial Crystal Ball: 
nightly – we hold hands, our circle
of thousands (perhaps millions); separated 
by great distance, by colors, by shapes
and sizes...

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