Short Necrotic Poems
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Blood
drips
cold
through
breathless
necrotic
lips,
au revoir.
11/09/2017
Nomadic memories
nurtured in mind's eye as
necrotic curtains part.
Naive sanguine beliefs
nourish scrutiny 'til
novelty rendered moot.
Nirvana was falsehood.
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(C) John C Michaels, 30th April 2017
For the "Pleiades N" contest sponsored by Kim Merryman.
(3rd Place)
The succubus bleeds in the shadows of woe, I feel nothing as your eyes glaze over. Haunted you linger with a necrotic glow. I feel nothing as your flesh begins to harden. Hush child, tis time to be silent as infinity embraces you deep. Go fourth the abyss and wander the coils of fathomless oceans of sleep…
Horses galloping
in the barren country
long scorched
by conflagrations.
Carbonised bracken
and naked trees cry
gnarled in bewitchment
of incantations concocted
around smoky cauldrons
broiling with the fury
of serpent fangs
and necrotic poisons
that consume
the golden hour
Heaven's artistry in motion.
Expansive bloody rot, a necrotic smell, overwhelmes young nostrils.
Nightmares, anxiety unable to love
Death follows me and takes those I love
Smoke and fire rise around my heels
As Atlanta burns, behind my exit.
Scarlett's exit of Atlanta in "Gone With the Wind."
For Brian Strand's contest on Favorite book Vignette
grief
within
cultivates
necrotic seeds
beneath harrowing wastelands battling faith
whispering whimsical tunes of mourning
midst healing rays
of natures
shining
hope
soar
above
star-studded
illusions of
deceiving minds adorned in gilded lies
veiled in halcyon sunsets drizzling tears
free flowing as
ill fated
remnants
burnt
Twelve headed cobra comes from the sea
It is the true master of its destiny
He bears the gift of immortality
Master of time in all its majesty
The counter necrotic force from vortex spews
The soul its nirvana in it will choose
The eye deep like abyss its surroundings views
With surreal flavor the air cobra’s presence imbues
The poison fangs ready to defend
By the divine cobra is send
Yet with the surroundings it can blend
With cobras presence Gods’ heart is contend
I never overcame your departure brothers
since then
my feet walk crippled
the kidney only filters half of the residues
my heart partially collapsed
and beats insufficiently
the gastric juice became acid
and corrodes the sweetness of dreams
the bronchial airways are carbonized
and emit a roaring echo
the neurons lost
innumerable synapses
when dying necrotic
but here I am with my soul
regenerating light
so that the guide with the candle
calms my rumble of jungle
A PART OF HISTORY
Our failures in cities burn-forget-
Our failures haunt us-biting heels
We choked rictus stun their neon
We are awaiting instructions-but-
His masked beings see us but do not touch us
They can not protect us day by day our failures
Frenzied adjusting the struggles to not overdoing
I see no valid interlocutors in our failures
unsustainable and necrotic inside
dolls and stumps but only weak
Crawling and scratching kevlar window separating us from living