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POETRY:Dark, Part Three
POETRY:Dark, Part Three
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ART: Dark, Horror, Conceptual.
POETRY : Dark, Part One.
POETRY: Dark, Part Two
POETRY:Dark, Part Three
EROTIC STORIES: The "HELEN" series
POETRY and STORIES: Erotic
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The Sisters.
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You rotted in the gulag.
You rotted in the gulag / where Death stalked / the corridors.
Beware the Madman.
Beware the Puritan, the man who sets boundaries which only he shall cross, alone and in secret in his room. How dare he call unclean that w…
The Poet(ess)…..taking the piss out of poet…
If your brain is in a haze / in these democratic days / you can always doggerel write / even though it comes out SHITE.
Will you run from me?
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Beware the Pimp.
Beware the Fascist of the Left, whose self-esteem is smaller than his brain, .
How many have to Die?
the feminine gender / traditionally tender / of children the defender
Beware the Patriot.
Beware the Patriot, the man who loves what he calls “his country” / above real human beings.
Beyond the Fascist Left.
some people say that left is best / others that the right is truer
The Vampire’s Kiss.
As swift and painless as a new razor blade / my kiss penetrates you;
AUGURIES OF GUILT…with apologies to William…
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The Grimbles: a Humorous Poem.
The Grimbles live in darksome holes / Far away from moles and voles / And all small things that crawl and creep / For the Grimbles never, e…
The NUN.
kneeling in your cloister / cold knees on that wooden floo
Bless me Father, for I have sinned.
It has been estimated that there are literally thousands of Priests still abusing children, despite the claims that the practice has been &…
A Faery’s Tale.
At first light I told the Crone / that she would always be alone. / Then I went and told the Tree / that she would never happy be.
Monica.
I remember your laughter.
The Beast.
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honey
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We go
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abortion
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A Place of Rest.
Jáckboots sóund upón the stónes, like a chóir in the Látin Máss; / torn Tárot cárds are éverywhére, on the Níght of Bróken Gláss.
Queen of the Dark Arts…a tribute to Ash Siv…
She sits on her throne / in shadows alone / with dark raven hair; / creature of night / the world in her sight / becomes a dark lair.
I know nothing
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my lover is…
my lover is / a frail / leaf / floating on the / water
and so comes Christmas
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