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@ Tammy M Darby 2013 All poems are exclusive and all copyrights are reserved. I read all forms of poetry and may not always understand others work or they mine but we are all writers and poets united in the ability to express thoughts, emotions, and paint pictures with words. We are a breed unto ourselves. The Magicians of script. All of my poems are handwritten so that I have the only original proof of my writing. Always keep back up copies with your name and date on them to protect your writing if you do not choose to copyright it.
@ Tammy M Darby 2013 All poems are exclusive and all copyrights are reserved. I read all forms of poetry and may not always understand others work or they mine but we are all writers and poets united in the ability to express thoughts, emotions, and paint pictures with words. We are a breed unto ourselves. The Magicians of script. All of my poems are handwritten so that I have the only original proof of my writing. Always keep back up copies with your name and date on them to protect your writing if you do not choose to copyright it.
Tammy M Darby
Tammy M Darby
5 days ago

The lust for death gods hand refused to stay
While the devils power their black souls did sway
The desire for chaos and gold govern their shadowy lies
Gods voice allowed these living marked to remain so
Not once
But twice.

The third time however the blaring trumpets announce Gods call
The earth shivered, young and old stars wept ,
The helpless moon did fall.
So it began
The last coming 
The judgment of us all.

The Parchment was unrolled to reveal,
The evil atrocities executed in the dark.
No pleading or cries for the deeds,
Bear seeds of atonement from those empty of heart.

So, one by one the angels
Swords of light
Wings unfurled did come,
The first through the seventh sang the holy notes
Until the last song was sung.

The name of those condemned will never again be spoken,
Nor ever found in the book of gold.
They exist now only in the bowels of the earth,
An ephemeral memory to be told.

All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Mar. 17, 2017

Drunk with madness and spirits
With the devil, they whirl

Dressed in daggers pockets ring with coin
The skies feared the words of the night birds’ song
The cold brook whispered of blood on the rocks
The half-moon bowed to the Lord of dark

Hand in hand with the Horned God dance
Frenzied and ensnared in evils trance
Kneel to him who fears the touch of light
So passed the willing souls
Blue flames leapt high

Wayward souls of the conscious world
Drunk with madness and spirits
With the devil, they whirl

All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Mar. 13, 2017

Before opening the door of the lost
Perchance I will find the healing salve I seek
Its warmth melt the forlorn depths of my heart

Only emptiness remaining
Leaving the soul hollow and soiled
No longer the betrayer love control my emotions
Bitterness the ruler of my isolated world

So, pardon if soon I speak no more
As I ponder for a reason to live
I pause before entering the entrance way of the ghosts
And only a backward glance do I give

Gazing into the fourth dimension
Looking back, I see what was
What is
And what will be no more
Only a  backward glance do I give
Before stepping through the vanishing door

All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Mar. 13, 2017

  Feb 26  Tammy M Darby
Molly
Molly
Feb 26

"The light is on, but nobody's home."
Isn't that how the saying goes?
That fool has left me alone once more
to decipher the scribbles strewn 'cross the floor.
But I can't make heads nor tails of this mess
and his penmanship is obscure at best,
so I'm left to await his prospective return,
knowing that I might never learn
where he goes when I need him most,
why he's less of a poet, more of a ghost.
But next time he vanishes into the night,
the least he could do
is turn off the light.

#writers   #block  

Does your soul writhe in guilt in the depths of the night?
Do you drift through the universe
When sleep gently kisses your deceitful brow?
In a fragmented world
As you carelessly dream
And I silently scream

Wandering idly with little thought of others
Stumbling foolishly from star to star
Closing your eyes to the affliction
Casting glances on hearts afar
In your dreams
Do you hear my screams?

Does your soul tremble with remembrance of words?
In the black of the night?
As I spread my dark wings of vengeance
Ascending
Into waiting fiery skies
While I dream
And you scream

All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Feb. 25, 2017

  Feb 22  Tammy M Darby
Cait Harbs

She scraped the splattered soul,
from the inside of my bones
and baked a cake for her new lover,
with its still-sweet flavor.
There is nothing of me left,
but my cynical, cyanide tainted breath;
I have nothing to cry over, nothing to share,
and no tears left even if I cared.

  Feb 22  Tammy M Darby
Megan Sherman

Mistress of my passion, by whom I am enamoured
Thou art the golden yoke unto my soul
For thy tender affections I have craved and clamoured
To thee I dedicate this enchanted howl
To bear love aloft, to dedicate thy self
To the duty of Heart's compassion
May make the spirit swell in good health
And compel it to exquisite action
In thy light, which begets a radiance
I feel the guidance of a divinely wrought star
Enamoured of our mutual dalliance
I pledge and worship to thee from afar
    My sweet entreaties I refine
    To fathom love and soar divine

 
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