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Beauty


Such a pretty face you have on you
unravaged by the hands of time
you have your beauty, that is true.
but soon your beauty will be mine. 

My hands wrapped tightly 'round your throat
in agony you scream for help
to this my life I will devote
as I take your beauty for myself.

You will be my work of art
with no gallery or hanging place
My dear, tonight I'll stop your heart
and leave you there in deaths embrace.

To be skinned alive won't do at all
the living don't cooperate
You're dead before I let you fall
in death a new life I'll create

It's time for us to part our ways
as I leave you here in this crawlspace
but I'll remember you always
Every time I wear your face

by Dances with Chainsaws



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POEM
I hate poetry, it's so restricted
the endless rhymes afflict it
Stricken with sameness, absent of spices
same old literary devices
No one ever writes a poem
from neither heart nor soul
the base for every poem 
is something someone stole
Rhyme, alliteration and breakage of rules
Poets are crazy, messed up fools
Every poem ever written, every single line
is an unoriginal copy, 
except, of course, for mine. 

Heavymetalthunder

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As I lie here counting days
I realize I've been dead for weeks.
I watch as my wife walks my way
She sits and then she starts to speak

"I love you and I always have,
though you were rather wild
and as you lie here in your grave
I've come to you with child."

As I lie here counting days
I've soon been dead 10 years.
I watch two people walk my way,
ones eyes are filled with tears.

"I've brought our son." she says to me.
"I hope to be no bother.
But you have all eternity,
and he wants to meet his father."

As I lie here counting days
years have passed but time can't hide me
from my endless lonely days.
Though my wife lies now beside me.

I watch a man come to our graves
He leaves a rose behind him.
I wish him joy for all his days.
May his heart and soul help guide him.
dances with chainsaws
The time to dance has long since passed
the band has ceased its tune
and though we knew this couldn't last
still it ends too soon

dances with chainsaws

The time to dance has long since passed
our song is at its end
and though this dance will be our last
my heart cannot pretend

The time to dance has long since passed
yet still we both dance on
and though our time is fading fast
we dance into oblivion

The time to dance has long since passed
yet we'll start this dance anew
and though we know that this won't last
I'll save this dance for you.

Rainin' again

It's rainin' again, mama.
Remember how you used to love the rain?
How you'd sit on the porch in your rockin' chair and watch it?
I remember.
Just as clear as if it was yesterday.
Remember that time that you caught Timmy Johnson an' me,
playin' in the rain? 
We was pirates.
You just about beat us half to death.
Timmy....
Timmy's dead, mama.
The cancer took him,
about 4 years ago.
Yeah, the whole world is changin', mama.
Nothin' here ever stays the same.
Except maybe the rain....and daddy.
He still misses you.
He don't talk about it, but you can just tell.
When I asked him if he wanted to come visit you he said
"That ain't yer mama , boy. She ain't in no graveyard. She's 
with God. What's in that box is just ashes and dust."
So, I came to see you alone.
I don't mind though.
I like to spend time out here.
Talkin' to you.
I miss you, mama.
Every day.
Well, it's clearin' up. I gotta go.
I'll be back real soon.
I promise.
When?
Why, when it's rainin' again, mama.


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As I step out into the winter breeze
I realize the icy truth.
It comes to me at times like these,
that I have lost my summers youth.

The snow flakes have replaced my tears,
the cold wind blowing past my eyes.
I feel I've aged a thousand years
since my grassy meadows, sunny skies.

I stand here freezing, heavy hearted.
From memories I cannot hide.
I still mourn my youth departed,
with sorrow I go back inside.


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THE UNNAMED FEELING
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It starts with feeling sick, and tired. 
Then your energy is sapped by restlessness.
Inaction nurtures frustration and anger, which leads to seclusion and loneliness.
Yet there is the desire to be alone, despite such a consuming longing to be held while you fall apart in tears from pain without identity.
This is the unnamed feeling. 

SHORT POEM

Not so much space here
And so a challenge to place here
A brief bit of thought on 
on some subject of substance
though I think I am caught
in my own wisdom chase
as it seems I have used all my limited space. 


Heavymetalthunder
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Robert E. Howard, 
"Visions"

I cannot beleive in a paradise
Glorious, undefiled,
For gates all scrolled and streets of gold
Are tales for a dreaming child.

I am too lost for shame
That it moves me unto mirth
But I can vision a Hell of flame
For I have lived on earth.

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To My Fellow Poets.

My fellow poets, raise a glass.
We'll drink to "Love of Verse"
though feelings come, and feelings pass,
to share them is our curse.

We weave our webs with words of pain,
or tales of Loves embrace.
We bare our souls and face disdain
with no fear of disgrace.

My fellow poets, raise a glass,
and drink with me this night.
Though poets come and poets pass,
we each burn just as bright.

For in the end when all is done,
and into the next life we traverse,
in our web of words we'll still live on,
for we burn with the "Love of Verse".
avalon
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Dilemma by David Budbill

I want to be
famous
so I can be
humble
about being 
famous.

What good is my 
humility
when I am
stuck 
in this
obscurity?

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Let Evening Come
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
Jane Kenyon
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5 years.

A clenching fist,
a broken wrist,
a bruise that's turning green.

A bloody nose
to all of those
who speak of what they've seen.

A drunken rage
will set the stage
for tonights heavyweight bout.

So, shut your lips
I'll have no smart quips
or you'll have something to cry about.

I watch this man
as he raises his hand
and brings it down full force.

The horrors I've seen.
Drunk, angry, and mean.
5 years until they divorce.

A loving smile
to hide all the while
the monster that 's sleeping inside him.

The baby screams 
from fitful dreams
and I rush over to hide him.

He comes in at night,
and looks for a fight.
He knows just where to turn.

"What's that boy?
You didn't put up your toys?
I'll beat you until you learn."

A violent touch,
a bit too much,
is generally par for the course

More of the same
with ourselves to blame.
5 years until they divorce.

dances with chainsaws
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