The links are not to be considered titles, I rarely title my poems. Almost all of them were written long ago. There are many more that I like more than these, but they are currently misplaced. More will be added as I find them.
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Life Poems |
Silly/Story Poems |
| The Power of the Bloodbeast |
The bloodbeast fled his twilight land
and came to Earth instead.
A man who considered it himself its master
Followed
And he was shocked by a filth
Greater than his knowledge
Confused in a land
In which people need fear
Not only others
But themselves
He searched for his dreaded bloodbeast
Try not to become one
with the filth.
In time
He found his beast standing tall
Ebony black
Glistening;
Gaining powers from the filth
Around him.
The beast no longer feared his master's strength
And so he struck
The master countered
but his onslaught was tossed aside.
The bloodbeast stood above
and boosted of no weakness
But the master knew
He lunged and clawed though
The bloodbeast's damp chest.
The master stood among the beast's screams
holding the creatures cold heart
And as he threw it down
He listened to the thud
of stone on stone.
The bloodbeast pleaded for his life
but the master replied
that it had never really lived.
In any world where humankind resides
Be it nightmare or true
Destiny breeds eternal strife.
Only rarely is progress made
Only rarely are problems understood.
This hideously long piece of drivel was written at Nasson for Halloween.
I don't remember if it was an assignment or a whim, but I know it was my
idea to make it 31 stanzas long (one for each day in October) which having
just had to type it in, I now regret.
The night was dark and the fierce north wind
Made the trees do erotic dances.
It was, on nights like these,
The Nieberwitz took immortal chances.
Years ago on night like this
Jo Nieberwitz went for a walk.
He changed upon a pretty girl
And they began to talk.
He talked about his aging wife
She told him her dreams for love.
She mentioned he could come to her place
At the Holy Oaken Dove.
They ran up three flights of stairs
As fast as they could climb
And then they stopped outside her door
To hear the twelve bells chime.
Then she began to remove her clothes
And she offered him a bud
And while he was staring at her chest
She drank down all his blood.
But that was many years ago
The last day he saw the dawn
For now he hides in a coffin
Deep beneath his dying lawn.
Until the night regains control
And evil fills the land
Then Nieberwitz leaves his comfy bed
And stalks the blood of man.
Once a week or twice a day
It makes no difference to him
He's been doing it far too long
To consider it a sin.
He takes the blood of anyone
Be it foe or friend
And in their turn his victims too
Follow the undead trend.
One night he drank a couple
And was going to rest at home
When he saw a girl so beautiful
He must take her for his own.
Her name was Zilderalya,
And she was as beautiful as they come
So he hypnotized her
And they were as one.
But he had had his fill that night
And could not drink her dry
She pulled out a silver cross
Against which he would surely die.
It was Nieberwitz that recovered first
And realized her mistake
And as he knocked the cross away
He caused her neck to break.
She'd shown him a deep dark secret
Of faith and of religion
And now the odds seemed very slim
The Devil would ever get him.
So on night like these
With Zilderalya on his mind
He goes to the old neighborhood
And takes his chance to "die".
He leaves the safety of his house
And hopes for safe return
For if he does not survive the night
He knows his soul will burn.
He changes form to mangy bat
His eyes glow Satan bright
He glides near the Catholic church
And gains laughter from his 'fright.'
He stops to think of his mother dear
Who died in the distant past
He thinks and searches though his heart
And she speaks to him at last.
"I'll love you no matter what you do"
His mother had told him so
But would she love him if she knew him now?
That he doesn't know.
The picture faded as he flared his wings
And took to the wind again
He was crying as he entered the neighborhood
Where a child he'd been.
But he had made the mistake this time
For it was Hallow's Eve
And on that night they wait in droves
Men with reasons to believe:
That Vampires and Werewolves do exist
And will rip them linb from limb
So they wait with stake and stone
To rend his soul from him.
He flees to the safety of the graveyard
Few will follow him there
But when he realizes where he is
All he can do is stare.
He looks down upon the ground
Where moonlight strikes a stone
Jo Neiberwitz looks down upon his name
And he begins to moan.
His pursuers finally overcome their fears
And come upon him fast
Each can hear their heartbeat
And wonder if it's their last.
He could have destroyed them easily
But he did not fight back
They beat him to a bloody mass
He was more red than black.
They grew bored when they thought him dead
And they left without much fight
And some time later in his immortal way
Jo slipped back into the night.
His body scratched, he needs some blood
He looks for easy prey
Far below he spots a hag
Her hair an ancient gray.
Nieberwitz swoops down upon the lady
And pauses thinking of another
For one half fleeting second
He thought it was his mother.
Knowing that her life's at end
She repents upon her sins
She pulls out her sacred symbol
And that's what does him in.
He shrieks, he groans, begins to smoke
It's the end of the life hell gave him
Finally he turns to dust
Beneath the star of David.