Noire Poems - Poems about Noire

now ... dance for me … eyes of polished onyx pierce me like the keen edge of a scalpel, deftly wielded ... the blood of my black heart flowing in and around you - warm and welcomed to your wings and wants - the aspiration of our spirits charged air between us as still as ruin while the world spins outward ever a cacophony of color ... calm...

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In my family, a convent in Lucerne, Switzerland loomed legend large. It’s name is “La Madone Noire” (the Black Madonna) and according to my mom, it is a “finishing school” where captious girls, who lied or who wouldn’t behave, were sent to live with and be schooled by nuns. It was, from all reports, a terrible...

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now ... dance for me … eyes of polished onyx pierce me like the keen edge of a scalpel, deftly wielded ... the blood of my black heart flowing in and around you, warm and welcomed to your wings and wants ... the aspiration of our spirits - charged air between us as still as ruin, while the world spins outward, ever a cacophony of color ... calm...

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Sssssst….."Silencesssssss……that'sssss…what I likesssss…." The snake hisses and slithers incognito In a dark alley lit by red lanterns It believes all lives belong to it A fool's belief, people may say Words travel around returning with echoes Banging sound waves to the head Hurting the mind that holds a secret key To a place where the slabs of the alley disappear There are...

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Sssssst….."Silencesssssss……that'sssss…what I likesssss…." The snake hisses and slithers incognito In a dark alley lit by red lanterns It believes all lives belong to it A fool's belief, people may say Words travel around returning with echoes Banging sound waves to the head Hurting the mind that holds a secret key To a place where the slabs of the alley disappear There are...

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Fleur noir Fleur effrayée le soir Fleur de la nuit Fleur invisible Fleur qui n'a jamais touché la pluie Une fleur qui n’a jamais dansé dans le vent Une fleur qui ne chante La fleur qui se cache nue S`est jamais souvenu Une fleur qui est tout simplement Une petite fleur Toutes les fleurs avec des pétales brisés Enfin réunis Au-dessus de mon cercueil Aujourd'hui, vous...

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A love sacred to the sinister garden blossomed fruits set with arcane knowledge. You are the original that danced, among the ebony. The one with a heart … that only knew, nonconforming. Forbidden amour! Oh love, the one who never submitted. Revolution missionaire, would you? … Give in? Such an upset for Adam. "We are created from dust and element." Forceful will, that...

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The Devil's Dead Roses A prelude to the Bete Noire Please stop Please stop Don't look at my face Please stop Please stop Don't look at my face. ...

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translation below Noir Le noir, la nuit,rêves vides Tu n’a jamais vu la noirceur comme moi Le matin, tu te réveilles inlassablement Le soleil, la pluie, un autre jour Vous existez, moi, je rêve d'exister Je dois faire naitre mon existence Pour l'instant Le noir est tout à fait l`obscurité La nuit, le jour, les rêves Tout, tout noir Je prends mon pinceau, En même temps je regarde...

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Bete Noire What is this What is this coming at me What is this coming at me Stop this coming at me Stop this coming at me Take it off Just take it off Take off your fuqqing mask Take off your fuqqing mask And everything hypnotized *********** What is this What is this coming at me Why you coming at me Why you coming at me Is this...

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Bete Noire What is this What is this coming at me What is this coming at me Stop this coming at me Stop this coming at me Take it off Just take it off Take off your fuqqing mask Take off your fuqqing mask And everything hypnotized *********** What is this What is this coming at me Why you coming at me Why you coming at me Is this...

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My sense of humors mannered an approach, That anyone that so likes can call a friend. It isn’t a dream killer or a snatcher but helps push. It isn’t a dream stealer or a watcher but makes meaning friends. It’s a dream maker and not a breaker. It’s an inspirer and not a bore. It’s a pixel that encompasses and projects. It...

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Drip, drip, dripping down The moon it shimmers In the blood that ripples On the ground Pink water In the sink A cockroach On the wall Sip, sip, sipping up The whiskey from an Old tin cup; one last Gulp devours all Now lay Back and Go to Sleep...

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tumbled symbols scream tongue-tied tussled bed wetter fomenter of torment. seeps dandelion seed shout unbound denizen of night angels guardian of sleep...

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Rapturous youth and tranquil prime, Withered with a weird dream. I was compelled to enter a realm bete-noire, That of Stephen Hawking, O dear! Despite the 'black hole' studs, Our realm 'emits' a glorious radiance....

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