July 14, 2016 · 6:07 am
Paul Merwart
Ode
–
An Ode
to Prose
If
I May
Be So
Bold
What
To Say
To Make
my Words
Weigh
Since
Word Count
&
Bubble Gum
Is Not
my Art
I Prefer
Things
Aimed At
the Heart
What you
Could Do
Is Run
Down
my Spool
Some Moments
It Would
Cost
#B27321
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May 27, 2016 · 9:38 pm
Howard Pyle
Monte
–
the Count
of Monte
Cristo
Perhaps
the Greatest
Story
Ever Told
of Revenge
&
Love
of Miseries
UnTold
Under
the Lash
you Become
the Beast
That Was
Man
&
Can
Only Climb
Up
the Power
Money
Mad
It
Gave Him
All
He Had
the Bitterness
Of
the Past
Washed
a Way
Like Sand
&
Only
Now
the Moment
Was Left
to
Stand
#B27321
–
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March 26, 2016 · 9:00 pm
Amman
Manners Cost
you Say,
So Let Us Begin.
A Tale That Is Both
Humorous
&
Dark;
Cock Weasel,
Prose,
&
Word Count.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,
Prose,
Word Count.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,
How you Are
a Cock Weasel.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,
Should Have
Known It
From The Start.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,
Now Is
That
Not Art.
Did I Mention
Cock Weasel,
Or
Prose,
How About
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March 21, 2016 · 4:52 am
Heinrich Vogtherr
Prose
–
I
Miss Judged
you
I
the Fool
to Think
you Were
Any Different
a Jewel
In Stead
you Rule
a Kingdom
of Word
Count
&
Popular
Buffoons
#B27321
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January 30, 2016 · 10:30 pm
Jean-Léon Gérôme
I Think
It
Just Began
When
you Went
to Hold
my Hand
the Plan
With Out
Knowing
the Hierarchy
Of
the Clan
Damn
From
With In
Not
With Out
the Proser
Staff
Have to
Make It
Count
Founded On
Gratitude
&
Chops
Willing to
Get In
the Ring
&
Tackle
Any Thing
That Is
the Song
I Sing
–
Mainly
to Entertain
me
&
Spark
an Interest
In my
Art
May be
Find a
Friend
Make
my Circle
Better
Than
When
I Start
That Is
What
Is In
my Hollow
Hollow
Heart
–
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November 10, 2015 · 11:39 am
I
Make
an
Lend me
Some
Cast
a
–
Thomas Cole
A Hundred Words
–
A Hundred Words
It Must Be
you Said To me.
What to Pull From my Head
to Fill This Thread.
Since Word Count
Is Pressed Upon Thee,
Thy Enemy.
Let’s See
What Will Flee
From This Starving Mind.
Story Time
& I Can Not Find
a Thing to Fill This Blank Page.
I Try to Rhyme
Making It Harder Still.
Hoping the Flow
Will Help me To the Goal,
Still my Skill Falters
& a Hundred Words
Looms Like a Prison Gate.
I Roll my Shoulders,
Crack my Neck & Smile.
Glad to See
I Still Got What It Takes.
#B27321
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November 4, 2015 · 10:00 pm
James Torrance
Sword
&
Board
Has Been
my Life
my Wife
Through
Count Less
Hardships
Odin
Calls
To me
One More
Test
&
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October 27, 2015 · 5:43 pm
Howard Pyle
What Had
Happened To me
–
I Had Never Been to a Séance Before.
Strange Things
Were Going On In This House.
I Had to Admit
If Any Place Had a Right to Be Haunted
It Was This One.
They Said the Foundations Were Pre Roman,
Old as the Stones,
the Story Goes.
Dreams of the Screams,
Those That Died Here by Flame, Plague, & Torture;
Haunt my Sleep.
The Dark Man,
All Ways In the Back;
All Ways.
Like Puppets In a Play
& He Holding the Strings.
They Started to Weave
These Dreams
Into my Waking World.
I Had to Get Some Sleep,
Some Release.
So I Took It Up With the Proprietor,
the Count;
a Family Friend.
His Haunted Hollow Eyes
Saying Much More to me
Than we Shall See
What This Meet Brings.
It Was I,
the Count & Two Gentlemen.
One a Learned Doctor of Court,
No Stranger to the Bizarre,
The Other a Professor of History
& the Occult Sciences;
He Would Be Leading Us
Through This Strange Ceremony.
No Sooner Had we Began our Introductions
Over Brandy & Cigars,
Then a Manifestation Became Evident.
A Globe of Brilliant Light
to Turn the Night to Day
& Say your Payment Is Due,
Entered the Room.
The Count Pointed to me
& Said you May Have Him.
For 13 Months
I Know Not What I Do,
Till They Pulled me From the River;
Ran Through.
6 Months In a Hospital Half the World a Way,
Tomorrow Is the Day;
the Count Explains.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
–
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August 3, 2015 · 12:06 am
Nikolas Gysis
The Looking Glass
Most Darkly
–
The Looking Glass
Most Darkly
as I Peer Into
your Inner Most Sins.
Dark In Deed
Is the Sight
That Greets me,
Black & White
& Splattered Red.
Half Formed
Baby Heads
& Virgin Skin,
Jars of Nightmares
Rendered Real.
All as I Pray
you Don’t See me,
my Horrified Eye,
Wide
with Shocked Disbelief.
As the Most
Beautiful Women
I Have Ever Seen,
Comes Forth
From the Floor
& Kisses your Ring.
Eyes;
Startling Red
& Naked as Aphrodite
Risen From the Sea.
Transfixed She Met Mine;
Lust Intertwined my Mind.
Passions Played Out
& Greeted Eagerly;
Time Ceased to Count
as I Continued to Mount,
Her Eyes Blazing Still.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
–
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