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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Jean-Léon Gérôme

How Much

Fukushima Was the Beginning Of the End,
the Radiation Seeping Into Our Oceans;
Causing Mutations & InSanity;
From Fish to Man.
Driving Them to Feast On the UnInfected;
a World Damned.
I Still Dream Of the Food Riots,
When we Could No Longer Eat From the Sea.
the Crashing & Burning of Cities;
Parents Eating Kids.
Cops Going Door to Door
Rounding People Up For the Cattle Camps,
the Old & Sick Shot
& Cooked In the Street.
How I Survived Still Mystifies,
aLone & Not One Friend;
All Ways Running,
Running For the Hills.
So Many Things Have I Done
& the Things I Know I Will Do
Just To Survive Another Setting Sun.
How Many Lives Must I Take
to Pay For Mine.
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Pierre Juilien Gilbert

Pierre Juilien Gilbert

Burn

Burn
Was the
Echo
In my
Head
Burn
Was
What
the Board
Had
Said
Burn
was What
the Candles
Did
As
the Room
Was Set
a Light
Burn
Is What
She Said
As She
Melted
In
the Night
Burn
Is What
the House
Did
All
In Flames
Burn
Is How
the Memory
Remains 

Burn

Was

the Baby

In

It’s Bed,

Burn

I Would

Rather,

Than Not

Be Dead

Burn

Is

the Planchette

In

my Hand,

Burn

I Know

I Must

Be Damned

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Alessandro Magnasco

Alessandro Magnasco

Truth,
a Sluice

Truth
a Sluice
of Bull
Shit
&

Lies
Not
Some Thing
I Can
Point To
&
Show you
Where
It Hides
the Answers
you Alone
Must Pursue
&

Find
Like
the Universal
Truth
we All
Will
Die
Come Tomorrow
That Too
May Be
a Lie
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Lawrence Alma-Tadema

Lawrence Alma-Tadema

you

I Just
Want
To Make
the Pen
Sing
That Is
my Dream
Why Must
you Always
Look Down
On me
a Tortured
Thing
Condemned
To Be
No Help
From Thee

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Shall I
Sing
you
A Song
Of How
Life Begun
Of Chaos
&
the Infinite
Night
Of Loneliness
&

Longing
&
the Desire
To Set
Things
Right
Of Eros
Lust
a Must
To Dive
Deep
Between
Those Hips
Those Velvet
Lips
To Give
your Life
For Just
One Kiss
Bliss
AnyThing
Not to
Miss
the Sun
That Shines
Before
your Eyes
AnyThing
Not
to Wander
Dark
&

Cold
Alone

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François Boucher

François Boucher

Tickle

my Breasts

I Must

Say Yes

Long

In To

the Night

the Twist

&

Turn

Like

the Tide

the Ride

Like

Swimming

For your

Life

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Gustave Dore

Gustave Dore

It Is
a Hard
Road
to Hoe
the Satisfaction
Must be
In
the Fight
Write
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I

Make

an

Lend me

Some

Cast

a

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Thomas Cole

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.
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Félicien Rops

Félicien Rops

What Should I Compose

a Story About;

a Loner,

a Woman,

Child,

Dog…


How About a Goat,

See; There was a Goat

Walking Down the Street.
Yeah, a Goat

& It Came Up To me

& Asked For a Smoke.
So, I Put One In Its Mouth

& Lit It.
Cause, you Know

Goats

Don’t Have Hands.
Well, If It Did;

That Would be Some Kind

of Freak.
It Stood There Puffing

a Way

& I Must Say

the Most Disconcerting Thing

About the Whole Fray

was Its

Eyes.
I Don’t Know

If you Have Ever Had

a Huge Black Goat

With a Devil’s Pentagram

Branded In Its Fore Head;

Stare At you

With Those Black;

Soul Less

In Humane

Eyes.
Well; If you Have,

Then you Have

a Notion

Of a Very

Startlingly

Occurrence.
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Thomas Cole

Thomas Cole

So It
Seems
I Must
Entertain
Songs
String
From
a Silver
Spool
As I
Try to
Weave
Words
To Captivate
my Foe
May be
Lighten
your Purse
As you
While
a Way
a While
In
a Dream
Of your
Choice
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