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Fun Marathon Poetry Inspired By Edgar Allan Poe

Running after Midnight is eerie 
Passing mile twenty-one, weak and weary
All other runners finished early
A few quaint and curious are waiting
Some encouraging, some baiting
Only this and nothing more
Quoth my sore feet “Nevermore”

Poe

He mourned the loss of his love, for whose support his soul’s survival had come to desperately rely: Lenore!~ the only one less judgmental of his irrational, often self-destructive, passionate nature; who had committed herself loyally to embracing and nurturing Poe's celebratory poetic genius.  Oh!~his tormented heart yearned, hopelessly seeking the peace, rest, comfort,

who lived in this place

the whispers were barely perceptible
there was scuffling and shuffling
were ghosts up here then?
I took a peek expecting to see people

there was a steampunk like robot facing the door
his eyes were made of hubcaps and he had coils for legs
who made this? And when? It was curious to me.
I halfway expected this robot to move.

there was

Smoke And Mirrors - Channelling in the Spirit of Edgar Allan Poe - A Musical Video- POTD

POTD June 15 2025

Smoke And Mirrors – Channelling in the Spirit of Edgar Allan Poe

When regulation picks at pillaged dreams

The searchlight shines its brutal beams

As shadows spill its borrowed light.

judgement retains its fractured fight.

A blind eye turns as life disbands

the gavel strikes by unseen hands,

The scales unbalanced - Truth? Hard to reach,

Sold by madness -

Edgar Allan Poe

It is the desire of the moth
for the star…..
                 -  Edgar Allan Poe

I awoke this morning
to find the powdery imprint
of wings on a window 
that must have been left 
by a moth trying
to get in when it
careered full

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett The Dark Goddess

(A lone voice whispers)

Like a lone argus-eyed oblique tattered caliginous silhouette

Moving extremely cautiously in the severe, deadly silence

The Mistress of the Voices of the Dead

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

A rare blatherskite whose white emblem appears on the backs of

The Great In-Between black gull's wings

Who just love to gather in huge invisible circles above lost souls 

Like earthly

Lost in Thought, A tribute to Poe

Reluctantly I sat abusing
Some old and sad familiar musing
That for some reason kept refusing
To lie quietly

A thought that in a moment read
Was understood and put to bed
Now prancing once more round my head
O daring memory

Why must thee wallow on the tongue
Barren tree with fruit unsprung
Tormenting, tempting songs unsung
In endless reverie

So oft times I've thought before
Unquiet

305 BROOKHAVEN APT 5

In the hallway of legends and ghosts
I wander aimlessly in dream
Talking with the dead of Brookhaven
The rope burns are still fresh on Helen's neck
A sickly scarlet mark upon her throat
In this corridor, I pace, a key in hand; lost
Forever the sojourn of quietus in keeping
Before a door numbered two, I stand
Silence a silver web with

EDGAR AND THE BLUE MOON

Last night two events occurred together that are unlikely to repeat…
It wasn’t even Halloween…so for them to happen in one night was certainly a treat!

First to an Edgar Allan Poe Speakeasy we decided we would go…
Deborah dressed as the Raven and me as Mr. Poe.

In a dimly lit room we watched and listened as four

My Longing Creature

Crack! I lay, beneath me creaking
Hath it taken from me? What to give?
Mayhaps yesternight another seeking
For not many there is to live
It approaches, shaking, floors creaking
To thee I will never forgive

The black, slender arms reach
It thrashes! THRASHES, thrash–
Follicles, it pulls, off me, I screech
With many a fang, I faintly see a gnash
 Holding me, gripping

The Raven: A Date with Death

The Raven: A Date with Death

I danced a date
a date with Death. 
He sat me down for tea. 
In the darkness sat the swirl 
of infinity. 

The ringlets 'round his brow
did stain the spirits evermore. 
'Where do you hail?' he asked in disdain. 
'I come from nowhere, yet anywhere, and I'll
go there all again.'

Death looked

Flatface Poe

Flatface Poe
part feline part woe
like a face at a window
frowning and purring
at those you don’t know
but, see, they know of you
and the wizened witch too
who peers out of the glow
at those in your view
and with them you go
haunting, o haunt
Flatface Poe

Edgar A Poe

Edgar A. Poe
penned a poem long ago
of this raven of lore
that would shriek, “Nevermore”.

And a madness within was awoken 
when that word from the Raven was spoken.
“Nevermore”, did it say
when Lenore passed away.
“Evermore” would a sad heart be broken.

Mr. Edgar A. Poe shared his bipolar muse
with a bedlam tipped quill filled with paranoid views,
and his

Between Reality and Understanding

A thought arose...

In Hegel's great dialectic cotillion,
Time transcends as the Absolute emerges,
From deep submersion.
Veritably idealistic path to verity.
It is all about History!

While Schopenhauer's Will, By mere chance,
Drives life in concentric circles spinning,
But not winning
Human solicitations are insatiable.
A germ on the cogwheel of life,
Facing a suffering eternal stance. 
Crushed!

Cracked glass I bleed, 
each cut reflects an

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