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Jamie Kehoe Poem
Night Terror.
You need no introduction.
Into my slumber,
With skulking cats eyes.
Now,
You build a charnel house.
Bricks and mortor, sinister.
Laying claim to my dreams.
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I suffered terribly with night terrors at such a young age.
I feel they dictated my life for quite some time.
This is one of my more personal poems.
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Personification; please?
I dont know if there is currently a contest for personification poetry.
If not, I would love to see one set up.
Unfortunatly, i feel i do not have the capacity to run one myself... yet.
Thank you for taking the time to read my post, Jamie.
(P.S. I am brand new to soup, as you most likely can tell.)
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Th’ edge o; dark
Foor th’ sun fund cant noather heer nor theer
Jorrum honest fooak creawded
Teawn shrinking abweat ‘em
Witch, bawls eawt “th’ coomin on still”
Witch, bawls eawt “Odsweawnds oppen”
Fo’evile Moytherd id’ sowl
hoo cosses yearth.
Dule Onsertn
by that meanes, th’ body shalt dee.
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The execution of Mother demdike, the witch at the centre of the the Pendle (England) witches.
For The Contest Sista's bloody Sista's/ England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland
The edge of dark
for the sun found solace neither here or there
many honest folk crowded
Town shrinking about them
Witch cries out “the coming of still”
Witch cries out “gods wounds open”
For evil troubled it’s soul.
She curses the earth
devil answered
by that means, the body shall die.
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When we cross paths,
My heart sinks low into my chest.
Your serenity unmatched.
A whirlwind of emotion
becomes me.
Oh! be there no remedy;
to this uncanny affliction?
Be there no compass,
worthy to traverse this maze?
Battle hardened she is;
Oblivious to my imbarrasing displays.
Dumb stricken, i realize,
i am but a novice
at this game we call love.
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Sorrow;
How you scurry,
On legs eight
Your eyes, many.
How you pick a corner,
Weave a web thick,
And wait.
For your victims, bounteous.
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Forced awake.
Eyes defiant to the core.
Know now my name.
My nature is abstruse...
Why do you come here?
Solitude best suited,
My call haughtily heard.
You point your crooked finger,
My Nature is abstruse...
Why do you come here?
Stubbornness only matched by your ego,
Iron Clad Pestilence.
You know not of the land you walk on.
My Nature is abstruse...
Why do you come here?
Heed my call, Huitzilopochtli.
Steel crashes and falls.
My concerns lye with my children.
I retreat into solace...
My nature no longer abstruse.
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Mother sobbed throughout the night.
Her face was ashen,
Chasms carved where her tears would run.
Her profound beauty,
All but dust in the wind.
I can barely recognize her now.
Father left.
He Said,
"How can I love a memory.
A fleeting one at best?
The doctors could not help,
So what good am I?"
As he walked out the door.
She needed no reminder,
Of those,
Loved and lost,
The memories of which,
Called home such a barren land.
Still, ironic indeed,
She could never let go,
Of something she never held.
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Deep in tireless slumber,
Lying idle to the cause,
Only now i hear the steady drummer,
Tapping at my door.
Be it not the lice,
Nor the food,
Men to mice,
Still and steady is the drummer.
Boots will march but for so long,
Yet Louder, prouder...
Relentless is the drummer.
Look to your left...
Now to your right...
Wild Wolves around you,
Lovely Lads on a forgotten field,
One lost his head today,
Marching to the Drummers call.
What is it that drives a Devil?
Not the thirst of his Tongue,
Not the strength of his limb,
But the beat of his Drum.
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