Short Lovecraft Poems

The icky sticky squid-man
Squeezed from the water spout
Leapt up my nose and
Sucked my brains right out.

Dug deep inside me
with all his slimy legs
Inside my skull hole
He laid a thousand eggs....

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Orwell, Hemingway, King
Reading is my favorite thing 
Without books I would be a bird with one wing

Poe, Twain, Joyce
What I do with my free time is read 
That is my choice
I plan on writing my own book soon because my pen is my voice

Shelley, Lovecraft, Tzu
Books make me me 
What makes you you ?...

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what is
this thing

close up
very shapely

but taken in
from a distance

sheer terror contorts
my face like Munch's

Scream and i do
scream now seeing

understanding contrast
of color her skin darkening

knowing now the meaning
of the bikini as she faces me

from afar i see her top as if
horns and her bottom a smile

thinking Lovecraft could not
even imagine the demon before me...

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Restoring far-off times, 
With stilted, Georgian rhymes,
He tried repealing Fate
Two centuries too late.

And when he saw the worth 
Of poems dead at birth,
He turned his pen to write
Strange fantasies at night.

Then when the morning came,
He signed his unknown name.
To one more priceless page
Forgotten by his Age.

Forgotten, all except
For friends who paid their debt
By publishing him till
His fame no Fate can kill....

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