She was the ultimate vamp
We saw it the second we saw her
Her haughty attitude drove a motorcycle around the room
Her brake lights were lit before she said “hello”.
She thought she was a classic.
Chic and marvelous.
I ran from her wheels as they rounded corners of the room
Trying not to meet her
Recognizing her kind.
In a vampish way, the moon erupts from the sea
pirouetting across white cap and trough valley
through an impassioned performance of love set free
in a vampish way.
A persistent tease, she sets her mind to dally
with Eros’ desirous heart as her victory,
only to break it with her vigorous sally.
Darkened midnight skies find her in malicious glee
as she counts coup for a final mental tally
and she continues en l’air on her odyssey
in a vampish way.
Vamp through idyllic darkness
The silent void willing to cradle you for a while
Only a while
Dance alone
Dance together
Just move in any case
Guidance is subjective
Available only through wicked heat and token redemption
Sit center
Sit still
Let the lack of motion propel you to unearthly heights
Those suggested by derelicts which spot the dormant horizon
In they walk
In they stammer
Leveling granite and assumptions with every stumble
Cozy in the still life which captures blooms and blemishes
Searching for core which alludes even the earnest traveler
And the original sin leaves a pedestrian skid mark
Against the surface that dares not breathe a word.
(9/3/10)
Spiral on a floating staircase
Vamp
Entwine me like she
Cunning were her noxious machinations,
Choosing those who never stood a chance.
Masterful projecting of temptations,
Brilliant timing, her alluring glance.
Naive innocence alerted weakness.
Perfect prey, a rug beneath her feet.
Wary of her charm, he played to meekness.
Vamps are blinded by their own conceit.
Love projecting trust her highest rated,
Self assured to win this rueful game,
But his insight unappreciated,
Destined to dethrone this queen of shame.
Midnight luggage packed as she lay sleeping,
Daybreak finding him no longer there.
Not his absence roused her ardent weeping,
Rather, roles reversed and woe to bear.
All her hidden plans, new beau, new city,
Lost its "joie de vivre" without a chump.
Debit card replaced by selfish pity,
Catatonic stupor, being dumped.
She was fooled, assured the man had fallen.
Not a clue his quietly keeping score.
Retribution silently came calling,
As a sliding key beneath her door.
Gene Bourne
02-19-14.
Alternating Acateletic / Cateletic end syllables
for variable texture of flow
in this Trochaic Pentameter poem.
My heart started thumping
My blood soared fast
It was time!
I slowly opened my eyes
And saw,
Darkness surrounded me
Darkness filled me up
Darkness and my hunger
I lifted off the cover of my coffin
Stretched my limbs
And climbed out
It was time!
Time to enjoy a good hunt
Time to kill a lost soul
Time to be
What I am!
A hungry Vampire!
Once I was out of my cave
The cold tickled me
The breezed caressed my body
It felt wonderful
Oh a little bit of sex would not be refused
Yet,
My hunger was stronger
My stomach needed to be fed
If not,
I would die!
Here he comes
A loner
Lost in his dreams
Lost in his struggles
He walks
As if he had no aim
With a cigarette in his hand
When I pounced on him
He hardly had time to shout
When I sucked in his blood
Life flew in me
Made me so strong and bold
That even Mars recoiled
Scared at my power!
The body would never be found
I threw it in a deep pit!
I had the night all for me
No more hungry
I chose to dance
Who knows
I might even mate!
Till shall arise,
My sworn enemy
That which can kill me within seconds
The bloody sun!
Sarah was always dressed in black,
and wearing that midnight pear bracelet
made me shiver spotting teeth marks on her neck;
was she a vamp ready to attack?
No, Sarah wasn't a beauty
neither sensual or attractive as Melody;
and what made hers stand out from other women, not looking for a kill,
was her macabre attire and her long eyelashes thicker than a cover girl!
Her destiny was controlled by an insatiable urge for blood which ended at daybreak,
at The Gentleman's Club she sought another victim to sink her teeth into his neck;
I kept yards away from her feeling she would suddenly attack and bite
and as strange as it seems, her hub was also a vampire she called, " Mike ".
The Poem Of The Vampire
written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/3/2013
I stand infront of a mirror...
Beholding my reflection in an hour..
As Slowly, I am amused to devour..
I notice changes more and more..
Have I grown old that fast?
Stressors and problems that pass
I sighted it's effects that may last..
I do not like to gush and rush..
For I want to enjoy in as much..
Tic tac! tic tac!, says the clock..
Don't get stuck, Don't get stuck..
Liking myself from a boulder or a rock..
Though a wind flows strongly aghast..
There's assurance it will not break or crack..
outside, I wanted to be like that..
yet inside, nothing but a soft firm lass..
Good or bad experiences, I have..
Not that I don't care as long as I'm love..
I don't want to rough but definitely tough..
Fearless yet Heart-full like a vamp..
(C) olIVE ELOISA
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I had a date by candlelight,
She was the perfect date that night,
I thought I’d met my own Miss Right,
Until outside – oh, what a fright,
She kissed my neck and took a bite!
Jack Horne for Russell's Candlelight contest
Trapped in full inner view proned to isolation
In hope to silence the approach of its beckoning call
Within a vamp approach toward the wall
Vanquished in the tormented vow
The sequential novice humbly looks back at the plough
In great disgust we live to die;
Although its twilight sun had tainted my inner vision,
In the paradox of such inclination we stay in touch
Through a velvet chair we will live to share
A meal or two through its common hue
Shattered dreams then to pickle my fancy
Gone are the days when Sid met with Nancy
To frolic in a vibrant haze
You wake up late & say it must have been one of those days
Although the twilight sun had tainted my inner vision
Was there something else you have been wishing?
Hiding a hint of melody
In the free-wheeling ramble
Of the piano’s opening phrases
It’s a pitter pat preview like
Kelly’s singing steps as he
Splashes through a street of rain
It’s a long drawn out unraveling
Of the tune on Ray Charles’ piano
Before he shouts out a bluesy version
Of our patriotic America the Beautiful
Meet me in the courtyard
And onward
Where we may embrace
Where the dusty winds sing
A lover’s song
Haunting echoes
For when twilight comes along
Weary and faint sounds
Can be heard
Amidst the cemetery grounds
Crawling fog filling the air
And dare
There she waits clinging to the gate
Hoping to met her new found mate
And whispering a hush
Not to be heard
For night had occurred
And soon she felt a warm breath
There upon her neck
And then a peck
From her sweet
She came to meet
With a mad glancing
There hearts were romancing
They were merely quenching their souls
Ready to taste
Her neck he placed
His piercing wound
This vampire swooned
And now they two a venomous pair
Red eyes and glare
Into a grave yard bliss
A vampire’s wish
(fiction)
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