
DEMON’S DEN ~BY POETICIA
Do you remember me from your dreams?
Silent grips on the back of your neck
Do you remember me from your dreams?
Silent grips on the back of your neck
Once I was the quiet flame,
Burning for a name never called.
Who would have thought, he would be a fallen knight,
The Chariot [ Because I could not stop for Death ]
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
Give Me Gillberty Of Give Me Life: It Would Will Be ©2025 Theresa Nemeth (Its Me Martel) Critique Note: About My Doing Because The Happenstance Of My Entrapment Was Due To The Circumstance Led On By The Happenstance Of An Old Joke In God School From The 3rd Era – Which Never Ended Until Today –…
INCIDENT Once riding in old Baltimore,Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;I saw a BaltimoreanKeep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and very small,And he was no whit bigger,And so I smiled, but he poked outHis tongue, and called me, “Nigger.” I saw the whole of BaltimoreFrom May until December;Of all the things that happened thereThat’s…
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…