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Tammy M Darby Mar 2019
Are you writing under forced consent?
Or the need to see your thoughts in print?
Does it set your intellectual mind on fire?
Engulfing you in a deep desire.

Does it torture you in your dreams at night?
The shining image of your name in lights
The nightmare of being one or the other
Anonymous or your face on the cover.

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Tammy M Darby Mar 2019
On a wintery red down feathered wing
And through ancient icy oaks winds sing
Heralds the coming of the shy maiden spring
The colors of green, gold, and indigo she brings.
Across snowcapped mountains
Her sweet melodies ring
As winters chilled touch did cling

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Tammy M Darby Mar 2019
Late one nice warm evening
Came a very loud knock upon my door
It was a complete stranger
Tired bewildered and lost
Now imprisoned in my dark magical woods

A gracious host of course
I bowed and extended my hand and stated
Please come in, dear friend take a seat and let’s discuss pressing matters
Such as the ghost to my left or the ghoul to the right dressed in tatters

As you can plainly see I am playing poker with the 3 eyed demons of the 4th night
Who infamous cheaters like the mummies rarely ever get a second invite
The vampires are sitting in the shadows where they think no one may see
Putting visine in their red eyes
White roses in black lapels and sharpening their pointed teeth

The werewolves yellow dripping fangs
Are climbing the curtains growling
Come the rising of the round moon
The goblins little monsters stroll in nosily
Angrily demanding recognition which is rightly their due

The witches spitting and cursing their hats
Hopped clumsily off their brooms
While the strongest warlocks were locked in battle
Throwing spells across the amber walled room

They have arrived for my banquet
As all have received the coveted invitations before
When some foolish stranger like you
Unaware knocks upon my door,

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Humorous Dark Poetry
Tammy M Darby Feb 2019
My anger was so great
That those near me burned
Turning away they could not bear the coals of growing fires
Human contact I spurned
For the thirst for revenge
Could not be contained or mastered
It radiated upon my face and cruel eyes
Massive energy of uncontrollable calculating emotion
Swept away all those before me in incineration
And laughing spoke soft words in their ear
I ****** their lives

My hate was deadly, and I cursed those who had wished me harm
In their excitement and wagging tongues
Forgotten was their  bravado
False regret or alarm
For my words were spoken in the cold long shadows of night
With disregard of their approaching plight
Never to be undone until my last breath took flight

My revenge was so great
That those near me burned
Turning away they could not bear the flames of fires
Spurning the Gods
I wished for them star-crossed dreams and desires
  Spoke the words of doom
That is forbidden to man
In my despair

But if you think I am remorseful
Look upon me closely and see
It radiates from my face and cruel eyes
Words humans no longer speak
I ****** their lives

All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby February 27, 2019.
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Tammy M Darby Feb 2019
When the sisters love and loneliness
In the latter part of my life
In their foolishness called upon me once more
I know them in depth
Pondering my decision with regret
Reluctantly with sadness
My heart an open portal
I closed the door

Chastise me freely for my disbelief
Or reproach me for my coldness
You may speak of devotion
And fluttering white doves
I scoff at its significance  
But pray refrain if you will
From speaking the word love

I have encountered these emotions in my younger years
Engaged them in open battle
Not once
But twice before

Dangerous adversaries they are
And it is very tempting
To once again confront them in the arena of war
But in this instance,
Laying down my sword
I must respectfully decline
And closed the door



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