Congratulations Dark Muse! Beautiful and skillfully penned
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Congratulations Dark Muse! Beautiful and skillfully penned
Thank you!
Ok the next line is:
Of a demon in my view
-From Alone by Poe
Deadline July 15th
Night of the Demon
Trying to fall asleep but the reality
There is a nightmare crouched on my chest
Now he could be delusion, a night time illusion
All that I know is that he keeps me from my rest
I put on a CD, of sounds of serenity
Didn't block the eyes of the demon in my view
He digs in his back claws, torments me without cause
I need my sleep but what the hell can I do?
Tossing and turning, my eyes red and burning
There's still the weight of a demon in my view
I'm getting frantic, headed for major panic
Wonder if he'd move on if he swallowed a bullet or two?
Pendragon
(C) 6/25/2013
It is almost July, and so far only one entry. Is there anyone else?
I'll take a crack at it, but it may be another week or so.
Very busy at work right now.
Were those two angels standing there
In human flesh and middle-age?
They fought like children, didn't care,
And used their children as a dare
To punish, satisfy their rage.
Was that an angel standing there
Or just a demon in my view?
I'll say an "angel". I don't care.
Let's celebrate this birthday where
Just one turned sixty-two.
He was only a demon who tried to be good,
You might even say he was misunderstood.
At his trial he confessed to helping the damned,
Cooling the fires and holding their hand.
The devil summed up, assessing his crime
(The devil, like all of us, loves to make rhyme.)
"For behavior unbecoming of a demon in my view,
I've no choice but to throw the book at you."
You're banished from all of my infernal realm,
So hand back your spear and diabolical helm.
You won't be needing them where you're going, m' lad,
And you wont get them back till you learn to be bad."
Then he sipped some brimstone from a skull bone cup.
And nodded to the constable and said "Take him up."
The demon hung his head and shed a hot tear,
Behind him The Heavenly stairs did appear.
And on his way up he turns and he says,
"I'll miss the old place to the end of all days."
A Meeting With the Marriage Counselor
Relax, take a sip of Amontillado.
Much obliged, forgive my angry vibrato.
Nevermore will I return to that raven,
now it’s the usher that she’s craven.
I feel as though I were a man used up,
trapped in a pit, my soul sways to and fro.
Doc, In my view she is of a demon.
Of a demon?...please continue.
Yes, and I aim to be repeat’n -
she’s of a demon in my view.
Aedes albopictus
pending doom
all too soon
demons will attack
every summer
come the gunners
well armed maniacs
here's one now!
on the prowl
a demon in my view!
Tiger mosquito;
flying torpedo,
dive bomber demoniac!
Tiger Mosquito: Known for
it's black & white stripes
and relentless aggression.
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This was really tough becasue they were all quite good. I was rather torn on who to choose this time around.
Pendragon: I enjoyed the eeriness of this one, it did create a very dark atmosphere, and yet there was also something almost comic about it which I enjoyed. Also loved the fact that it put me in the mind of one of my favorite paintings. The Nightmare by John Henry Fuseli. Don't know if it was intentional or not, but I enjoyed the allusion to that work.
YesNo: Quite an amusing poem. I am not sure if I fully understand it, but was entertaining to read, and I enjoyed the originality of it and rather liked the humor.
prendrelemick: This was great. I really loved the altered perspective on this one. The demon being sent to Heaven as punishment for being too merciful. A comical and entertaining poem. Also I really liked your clever use of rhyme.
Melanie: Really liked the original direction you took with this one. I also enjoyed the way in which it seemed to offer multiple possible meanings. The mimimilstic style created a great deal of impact using but few words.
And the winner is....
Gilliatt Gurgle: Loved the opening line, the reference to Amontillado was great, and I enjoyed the allusion to Poe throughout the poem. I thought this one was quite clever and enjoyable. I really enjoyed the ending, and liked the way you incorporated the line within your poem.
Hey, thanks.
It's been a while since I read it, but The Cask of Amontillado still gives me the chills kind of like Pendragon's line "There is a nightmare crouched on my chest".
Nice work all around.
The next line comes from Coleridge quoting that "gray beard loon" from the Ancient Mariner...For all averred, I had killed the bird
Dark Muse: Yeah, that was the inspiration for my poem! Congrats, Gillatt Gurgle!
Tony Rocco Was an Odd Bird...
My pleas unheard, I was interned
Buried while I yet drew breath
For all averred, I had killed the bird
With malice aforethought--sentence: Death
That's how it goes down on this end of town
Vengeance is swift and saccharine sweet
The bird I slew was someone who
Was considered quite elite
And all averred I had killed the bird
Due process was just a joke
He owned the courts and my trial of course
Was held by his kinfolk
So they buried me down underneath
In the pitch dark catacombs
Though I shrieked with fear they brought me here
And now I find I'm not alone
For it seems absurd but that bloody bird
Haunts me from dusk til dawn
I killed him indeed but now he's killing me
And I don't think I will last very long
Down with the dead, voices in my head
The Reaper stalks the endless halls
For what all averred that I killed the bird
Is the naked truth after all...
(C) July 16, 2013
Pendragon
Congrats Gilliatt! Well, deserved.
The Final Hour
Once again I spend
another sleepless night,
for every time I feel slumbers
embrace near, it comes awake,
and insists that I too must
waken to its harsh screeching cries.
However many times I have tired,
civilly to make it hush,
it is determined to intrude
into my dreams, and rob me
of such sweet delights.
Perhaps I am loosing my mind,
but I begin to detect
something sinister in its squawking,
I imagine when I pass down the hall
it watches me malevolently
already plotting its next torment.
No more can I take of this,
something must be done,
half out of my mind, with blood shot eyes,
hammer held in trembling hand,
I venture my way into the shadow
draped hall where ghostly the curtains
seem to dance.
I steel my nerves for there can be
no turning back, it must be done,
all too soon I find myself standing
before my nemesis, and at the midnight hour
as it prepares once more to devastate me,
I bring the hammer down.
For all averred, I had killed the bird,
the cuckoo has chimed its last,
wretched the clock now pulverized,
briefly I wonder what the family would think
to see their heirloom smashed to smithereens,
but alas what care I?
For at long last
solace is mine.
The Surfin' Mariner
He said,
You are the third,
He said,
Let me tell you about the bird,
He said,
Have you heard,
The word,
About the bird?
The bird is dead
He said
For all averred,
I'd killed the bird,
But Have you heard,
The word,
About the bird?
He said.