Short Frankensteins Poems

Once ran Frankensteins blood
over my hair,
the monster looked on
kissing my cheek....

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I often feel like Dr Frankensteins creation.
Abandoned and shunned.
Fatherless. 
Searching for my creator to find some answers.
Why? did you do this but never love me.
I became a castaway in a harsh world
Just looking for peace.
Out of the anger built over years
I became a monster.
Wanting acceptance just like anyone else
Being able to prove I am not the monster you think
I want to be human
I want to be loved...

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Poets and plastic surgeons-whittling away
adding here, subtracting there
bandaging a verse or stitching a face
trying to make plain into pretty
perfection just a small slice away.

A masterpiece is what they seek

A mountain of trash for every gem
cutting and slicing stretching and trimming
seeking the perfect profile or seamless rhyme, 
but filling the world with rivers of gibberish 
and mirror obsessed Frankensteins....

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we feel limited
yet rebel not 
having adapted
to captivity
and so in our prison
we conjure scripts
hypnotising ourselves
into believing they’re real
and then live out our life
in a bubble of delusion

imaginary Gods
make belief devils
all created by us
become the Frankensteins
that now control us
and so in midst of abundance 
we yet choose to trauma bond
with ghosts we’re accustomed to

should we laugh
or cry
at our piquant dilemma 

04-April-2023...

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Thunder rumbles lightning flashes.
Druids chant rhythmic runes.
Electrifying tonights mood.
Tis Draculas Halloween bash.
Wolfman arrived in a mask
And his houndstooth zoot suit.
Six witches with red sashes
Flew loops on hickory brooms.
If Frankensteins' bride laughs
It sounds like raspy kazoos.
Ten fashionable tom cats
Wore bat festooned top hats.
As The Ghouls band played bassoons.
At Count Draculas bashes
Each dance is monster's Madness.
But the punch was new hemlock brew....

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