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Haunted House

God damned the Demons of Hell to Hell
God damned the Demons to Hell
Let us depart, Beloved
,Where their morbid howls don't swell,
In our ears, in our minds,
Coiling weaving diabolic binds.
Let us go, my Darling 
To a place
All silence in the air...
No Devil, no Demon,
No Fetch, no Wanton,
Would never ever dare
To puncture our Quiet
With slanderous riot
Perverted lies,
Bone-chilling sighs...
Ghosty appearance,
Cryptic endearance,
Sad sobs and groans,
Agonized moans... 
No, no!
Only silence shall be there
All sacred and quiet
A quivering friendly air 
And we can talk...
Yes talk! 
We can talk to our delight
And our cheery conversation
Alone may pierce the night.

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A Dead Irish Poets Opinion

I niver, I niver 
I na na no never 
Pretended to know so much 
I niver, I niver
I na na no never
Knew a such and a such 
I knew spirits of ladies
Soft sweet and fair
Will O' the Wispies 
With tangerine hair
And you are a something
I dare not to say
A blight? An enigma?
On a clear day?
A witch O' the Word? 
Oh evil of God!
Wrapped up in a woman? 
I niver I niver
I na na no never
Isn't she too odd?

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Ghost Writer

Purple and blue chalk
Scribbled so I will see
And I think there's
A Ghost
Closely observing me
Letting me know
In his own polite cryptic way
He has hands... 
Access to chalk...
On this 
Future
Fallen day
For these are the color of...
My eyelid paint
Last night
Gorgeous colors
Mixed exactly right
Egyptian style
Rich and rare
Deep purple and blue 
Lots of it
And the Devil take care
Eyes like a Queen....
Painted and bright
In exactly these colors
Still smeared from last night.

And that Ghost
Whispered soft in my ear
A word 
I honestly can't remember
But nothing to fear
And now, here on this wall
These colors like mine
Enigmatic scribble
In detail so fine....

Like he was studying my eyelids....

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Witch Baby

They make the phone ring
They look at it. 
It rings
Things appear
Things disappear
As they will it

I'm going to be like that
Someday
And I'm going to learn to fly
No lard of swine
No spleen of snake
Yet a wish- impelled flying machine
My body I'll make

Alone
Into the mouth of my Beloved
I will fly
Into the air
The cloud
The face
The wind
I will fly 
Baby witch.

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The Propsal

Through a wild valley 
We wandered 
Slow...
Except for our breath 
I , all to myself
In a panic,
Less frightened
By what would be called
Death.
My companion- 
Is likewise , too nervous, 
And panting in "secret"
Dismay:
And now I know
We are lovers, 
Abashed, shame-faced
In the heat of
An expectant day. 
He, in all tune to my thinking
Has gently taken my hand, 
Thus taken,
Quivering and silent, 
We in love wandered
Through the wild land

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The Man I Loved

How absurd
The Man I love
Too absurd
The Man I love
He's a bird
The Man I love
A Raven flying after dark
Flying in my body through the park
The Man I love
A schizophrenic
The Man I love
An Inventor too
The Man I love
He says he's Krishna
But his skins not blue
The Man I love
It's too absurd
The Man I love
He's a bird 
The Man I love
A Raven flying after dark
Flying in my body through the park
The Man I love
He's a Jew
The Man I love
Intolerant too
The Man I love
Mean as snake bit
The Man I love 
Almost never right
The Man I love
A deadly cure 
The Man I love
Him no person can endure
The Man I love
He's too mean to take outside
The Man I love
Only at night can he go for a ride
The Man I love

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Blessing to the Dead

Cod bless ye dead folks
God bless each Soul
Those good lucky Dead
Over those evil has no control.
Cod bless ye dead folks,  
Those too that have cause to cry 
After all sundry sadness 
They've seen to go by.  
God bless ye
                       Ye sleeping beauties
                       Ye sleeping booties 
                       Ye prizes 
Death's pleasure
God's reward
Despite sombre guises 
God bless ye:  
                         Ye buddies
                         Ye Buddhas
                         Ye Friends
Keep loving and blessing
Till the end of the ends

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LA Palm Trees At Night

Cryptic
Mystic
Royal Eyes
Dark green Eyes
Dark green
Shining Eyes
Each one - eyed palm
The palms have eyes
Each Palm has one 
Open in the moon
Closed in the sun
At night
High up in the air 
Eyeballing obvious 
Whatever they dare. 
Festival !

Eyes that open in Palms at night
Eyes that shine in white Moon light.