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Bloodline
a scarred black cat
- familiar
— within the surrounding area
and an entombed …
Dracula,
“The Bloodletter”
… in his coffer,
a mnemonic tribute
Saturday 16th December 2023 5:06 pm
Final Destination
till the end,
filled with willpower.
… is this rare form,
burned alive from the inside,
lucid,
the thrill of the hunt
is much too abrupt
when they’re frozen out of fear
with my last breath, I’m to rest each day
only so that
Saturday 16th December 2023 5:03 pm
Springtime
I've been waiting for spring for a long, long time. These March and April are very cold. There are no blossoms near my house.
I am reading a lot of poems to feel spring.
Today I read a charming verse by James Henry Leigh Hunt. It is called May and the Poets.
«There is May in books forever»...
That's so true!
What is your favorite poem about springtime? I'd like to read it.
Wednesday 5th April 2017 9:30 am
Vermin
VERMIN
A broken body, matted red,
tossed in the air by wailing hounds.
The quick, brown fox is spinning, dead,
amid the banshee bugle sounds.
The inane braying still abounds
when port is drunk and fables spill,
about the right of man to kill
an animal who, turning back,
stood proud and noble on the hill
and faced the crimson vermin pack.
Friday 25th January 2013 1:22 pm
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