Death & the Supernatural: Poetry/Five Poems

Supernatural Poetry

Right here are 5 poems,--what I get in touch with--death and supernatural poems. Probably a bit bizarre, a handful of stanzas may perhaps be, however with unfailing subtlety of course, and a ting of acuteness, yet we have to hag on if we want a superior ride:

1.

Evil's Creation

Thou knowith evil clings

To tender peace--;

Nor does it heed one's drowsy

Un-enthralled grief...

Yet softly it darkens

Twilight's dunes--;

With sprinkling shadows

Straight from the moon.

O Evening! Who giveth birth...

To Evils plight?

As mighty murmurs

Reached my breast...:

"His name has no starting

And no end...!"

Yet why...! O why?

Everlasting King,

Have you made...!

Such a issue?

As mighty murmurs

Reached my breast...:

"To see, whom you like

The pretty most effective!..."

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two.

The Initially Depth

Struggling against unrestful skies

The warlords of eternal darkness

--unseen to life's clear eyes--

Ebb and seek the prize, dominion!

'The Initial depth,' the silence of the deep

Eternal legions with unrestful eyes

The Abysses storm, uncircumcised

The colossal ramparts now untied

'The Initial Depth,' with rival skies

Right here, gathers demonic and divine

Now with storms, after hidden beyond

Armies of defense, make their saga

And I saw dreadful swords love suns

Thunder and lightening by Orion

This was the tidings of cosmic doom

If only man may perhaps have seen the gloom.

And the echoes I heard from the stars

Unnamed, immortal flames cast down

Gathered on earth for the final countdown

Armageddon's titanic onset!...

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three.

Satan's Daisies

Stroll gradually, he is close to

Above the clouds;

Speak softly, he can hear

Our venom mouths!

With his dark charcoal horns

And plotted lust,

He that was as soon as fair

Is once us!

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four.

The Iron Raven

"You can not escape, debased death

(Says the axiomatic, Iron Raven,

Who delivers the dead)--

My imperishable Icons...!

Die, you shall, exhumed someday--."

Fame is no exception, to the Raven,

He seals fate, in ignoble strategies!

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five.

The Marble Tomb

'Twill be the similar, the exact same

(I told him, after he was living),

A wood or marble tomb--

In a hundred years, let's say

Or a hundred so named days

What matters to he,

(He will be dead)--?

A pompous monument

Will be of no great--but

He constructed it out of Marble

(Nonetheless), not wood!

Your name will be forgotten

Amongst the rubbish and roots

O'er rotting dampness; and

Who will clean your tomb?

(I asked him all these points

Ahead of he died; and he under no circumstances

Did reply--and constructed his tomb

Of marble, admiring its size!)

You--in there, in that tomb...!

You can't hear a factor--!!!!!

And out Right here they are creating

Yes...one more mausoleum

For yet another wealthy man...!

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Poet and Author, Dennis L. Siluk: will be going to Lima, Peru tomorrrow [and the mountians],and to Central America [Copan] thereafter, for a month to uncover a lot more poetry to create about...and the secrets that reside in its soil...!

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