Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

Twenty-something Lover

-she asks:
" So; the poem.. What's it about? "

" It's about an old man's infatuation
with a Much younger woman --you'll love it! "
-he exclaims

>> Now, just where do we draw the line?

And clearly there are Fine Lines between
all sixty-four squares on the board
between gamepiece and players as well
And while splitting hairs has been the norm
has been a benchmark for
quite . some . . time . . .

Why sure ! I'll have me a twenty-something lover
Love her; And show her
That she need discover
E-lectrical Po-tential
the anodes and cathodes
their incident high voltage
discharge with brilliant, violet-blue arcs
Convulse the entire Being

But will she emerge the wiser?
Will she forsake such childish notion
as kissing and telling for
~exquisite loving~
afforded su-preme design?

(comma) , (space) __ (dot, dot, dot) ...

>>That's why we’ better not

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> slipknotforty-one ‘05

~.
~faith insist or rebel fire
~daunted fears the free fall
~the wire, the wire
~pulls taut the braided wire
~
~end-anchor two worlds
~ends-to-ends tied the other
~between them stretch the wire
~to and fro let travel
~tip-toes lasses
~all heels, lads
~to and fro upon
~these tightwire strands
~your mends
~
~two worlds tied to a
~farther away
~a then;
~the now
~never mind the cries
~those who've leapt to
~they've chosen theirs
~forsook finer
~but you, say you;
~constrain these two
~move along straightly
~the wire, the wire
~watch your steps along the wire . . .
~
~
~-end ~Slpk' 41~
~© 10/98

~ Baroque b-q
~,
~Day and days
~and wile and ways
~days and wiles and ways
~,
~whisps of camphor dignant
~two snifters of cognac
~softens the moon, its roon and stays
~pledge to the kindred
~fledgling to a mood
~raising there a tepid smile
~and rue
~and rhyme, and nine
~herbal baths
~the nodding daffodils' startled laughs
~engender a side-path time
~,
~toss away most flippantly
~the boomerang returns
~where We are
~some less regards
~where They may decidedly be
~contents to books undone
~,
~devil may care and suggestion dares
~but none
~a day and days
~awhile
~aways
~are ways and wiles and days
~,
~,
~ Slpk'41
~, , , , 1998

Where be thy children of the night but in the darkness
thy creatures that thrive on blood for life
that use lust and arousal as a weapon
with hypnotic eyes and a mesmerizing gaze.
Where be thy hunters but stalking their pray
and where lays thy tomb where thou does rest
but in a dark decrepit place
dank with decay and the scent of blood
where common mortals fear to tread.
Where rest thy dreams but in a coffin at daybreak
and where resides our soul
but in the dark recesses of hell,
where cometh our strength but from immortality
and from where forth do we come
but from the blackness in which we dwell.
From the recesses of the darkness we emerge
coming forth to feast and ravage
to control and manipulate
to devour and consume
and to create
to create more children of the night
to fill the darkness with our kind
to hunger for the blood of thy mere mortals
and to savagely take sin upon their supple flesh.
we shall dominate and desecrate all mankind
fore we are the ancients
we are superior
we are thy power in the night,
so where forth does thy death come from
look into my eyes
for your death shall come from me
and from you shall come my eternal life.
So where forth lies the fear in the night
but from thy children of the night.

Staring from the shadows with dark and soulless eyes
is a beast silently stirring to gaze upon his prize
such a lovely maiden with skin so pale and fare
eyes as blue as sapphires and copper colored hair
her breast so gently rising with each and every breath
her heart beating quite rapidly deep inside her chest.
Closer does she come to him enjoying her stroll
but danger lurks among the shadows and she doesn't even know
hungrily he watches her eagerly does he await
his lust constantly building for her blood he will soon taste
so soon she will be close enough so time he best not waste.
Finally the time is right and from the shadows he does rise
and she stare's with sudden fear into a vampires evil eyes
frozen where she's standing completely paralyzed with fear
her body starts to tremor and from her eye does fall a tear
so slowly he approach's fore he does not wish to waste
the tantalizing taste of fear or the terror upon her face.
Finally he clutch's her, his hand stroking her copper hair
a beauty such as this it is a prize so rare
defiling her must be done with the utmost care ,
she must be degraded filled with fear and torn apart
but upon her skin he must not leave one single mark
her will it must be broken and made into his own
and her blood must all be drained replaced with much of his own .
Her life will end this night and then begin a new
all I have to do is bite there is nothing she can do
shaking in her terror as he he turns her head aside
exposing her lovely neck her vein pulsing deep inside
his mouth begins to open his fangs so long and sharp
and deep he bites into the flesh the ecstasy begun.
Her heartbeat slowly fading then stopping in her chest
the fate this maiden will suffer now is so much worse then death.

Tears of blood this demon cries from its dark and soulless eyes
the night brings only pain and life extended from ill gain
corpses litter the basement floor bodies that shall breath no more.
Damnation and eternal night born to a world devoid of light
savage hunger lies within my life itself a mortal sin
I am a beast without a sire born in hell from its great fire
smell the brimstone on my breath
I bring with me the kiss of death
I crave the blood and supple flesh so wet and red and fresh.
I feel it running down my chin aroused as I commit such sin
savagely I rape your flesh and sup your soul through blood still fresh
I am a creature of the dark a heart that beats but holds no spark
no warmth no love only dreams of flesh and blood
I have no wants only needs the ones my sick desire breeds.
SO heed my words and know this well beware the the dark and do not dwell
ill suck your soul and send your corpse to hell.

Did you see that shooting star?
Up high in the galaxy so far
I yearn to be in the big, open space
Feel the magic of that wondrous place
To soar like a bird over our Earth
To be able to witness a new star's birth
To walk across the face of Saturn
Gazing upon stars in cosmic patterns
So many places man's never been
Never before ventured by any astronaut team
What if we discovered a whole new race
With big, black eyes too large for it's face
When would I decide it's time to go home?
Would I want to after the things I've been shown?
Although there is so much to be missed
It's the price to pay to live in bliss

She drained the life right out of me
I wanted her so bad call it curiosity
With eyes so dark and a face so cold
She will not speak a word I think she's on hold

She says a few words to me once in awhile
She hardly blinks much not even a smile
She turns her back to me then drinks from a vile
She then tastes my blood that is her style

Now that she knows that i'm under her spell
When I look into her eyes it's like a bottemless well
I feel like i'm floating when we began to kiss
Her black hair and eyes I can't resist

No other girl could ever compare
Her eyes lock in on me I know that stare
Slowly I began to feel my cloths start to tear
I think really likes me extremly rare

Now the time has come to pass
I feel her teeth sink in like liquid glass
Oh! this could be better than any man's dream
I look up to my death and I hear myself scream!!

“Waking and dreaming”

He looked his victim straight in the eye.
But he shot him anyway.
It takes a special person to do that.
But he did it anyway.

Up and to the left and it ripped the shoulder apart.
It could have been worse but he was a good shot.
That hand gun class had paid off after all.
Still the wound was bad enough and now someone should be called.

Unfortunately that someone hadn’t shown up yet.
Probably would soon enough.
Nine-one-one.
What is your emergency?

The clock on the wall spun incessantly.
He felt he could fly and did.
Must be a lucid dream, thank God.
He wouldn’t do time after all, just wake up and take a shower.

This nightmare was nearly over he thought, half smiling to himself.
What the hell, another quick shot at a passing car just for kicks.
Just then an officer landed a fist to his jaw that woke him up as it knocked him
to the floor.
Landing on the shot man’s bleeding shoulder he became nauseous as he
realized...

A lucid dream is one thing.
Walking in your sleep can be quite another.

The flutter of a flute
listen to it fly
passing all by
floats through the sky
boundlessly high
till the clouds pass my eye
as i flutter by
slicker than butter I fly
strolling like that guy
maybe more
dare you know