Enveloped mystical translucent weavebuildings draped ghostly gauzy laden huesa foggy opacity disintegrates on cueleaving spectral remnants roaming free.Clothing nature, whimsy decorating treesmagic enchanting the weakened blueas sky diminishes in a cotton museclouds ephemeral floating thick just to be. Over the horizon the sun eruptscoruscating cascading warming rayslancing through the gossamer threads. Mist slowly disappearing, gold…
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Ogre
In the lair decorated with darknessremnants of bone lay shattered under foot,we came across a fearsome ogrebathed in blood carrying a meat hook. Dripping with gore and slime ridden slaughterit turned and opened its crimson hell mawyelling a curdling invidious crya deep baleful paralysing roar. I stood and watched it dispatch the othershacking bodies, tearing…
Writing Horror
Exploding thoughts saturate sodden pagesspill stories in the blackest midnight curseeclipsed in darkening devilish ragesthe writer continues to manifest infernal verse Spill stories in the blackest midnight curseline the book in demonic suffering spatesthe writer continues to manifest infernal verseas sanguine horror becomes his tastes line the book in demonic suffering spatesinvoke the names of…
The ones that they should dread
Revive that hope, lift your headSuffer not the surmounting fearWe are the ones who are in chargeThe ones that they should dread. Suffer not the surmounting fearBurn their idols to the groundIconoclasts to pull them down. We are the ones who are in chargeWho rebel against their horrific mightNo longer listening to all their shite….
By the bank
Rambling along the river’s edgeHand in hand as carefully tread.Watching beauty as it unfoldssoft waters by, gently sped. Carrying the fragrance boldflowers shimmer, reflecting gold.Beauty laden with arcane graceanother nature’s secret told By the bank enjoying the pacegazing deep, each other’s faceglowing. Imbued with pure romancethe hours drift from morn to late. Nothing matters, nothing…
Gazing over the crowd
The poet gazed transfixed at the crowdwho ardently hung on his very words.Observing the pinnacle of his performanceuntil the applause rapaciously resounds. They settle down as he settle the scorepulling another tale of wounded woe.Embellished with sardonic refrains,the poet gazed transfixed at the room. The mob beguiled, bewildered and bewitchedmesmerised during epic poetry prose,lulled by…
Am I deviant?
Its neither convenient or expedientto wear chocolate pants. Am I deviant?Loving sweet brown stuff down my leg melting,in the heat sweltering, should be sheltering.But deviant is what deviant doesbeating myself with a stick because I lovethe feeling of stiff wood against my skinwhipping myself with a porcupine, I should beginacupuncture “au natural” there is nothing…
I hate things
I really hate tinned tuna it smells of rotting deathand xenophobia, a panacea for the stupid.Bloody pedaloes, their plastic satanic swan heads.I’m just not that tolerant at all to intolerancewhich I’m sure is cognitive dissonance right there.Big words, people write that they don’t understand I hate people who stop folk having access to understandor the…
Under oak
Painting the sky in cobalt huesdipping the brush, regaling the day.Sumptuous in those beautiful blueswithout any hint of sighing dismay.Lying down, staring upward under oakGazing pass the trees verdant leavesNo clouds dotting their ephemeral smokeTo ruin the firmament’s angelic creed.Heaven in every sense of the wordLaying here, losing myself in the skiesThe stilling of all…
Advice to poets
Juggle the wordsadd in a spangle,don’t worry about the line endsin case that they over dangle.You don’t have to rhymethere no reason for it.Have a look at the rhythmit helps the words fit.A bit of alliterationgoes a long way,hurriedly happeningLines swishing and sway.The only real thingyou really must dois enjoy your writingand write just for…