2.4k · Jul 2013
The Mad Poet
Tammy M Darby Jul 2013

On black keys
Tip- tapping away
Words deliberately in sociopathic array
Chuckling
Smiling
With satisfaction
Eyes agleam
Thoughts rambling
Far and away

Each letter vibrates with life
The word smiths release
So the clicking and typing
Unending hollow sounds
Never cease

As the combinations
Of adverbs and conjunctions
Overpowering
Promotes the disease
Hypnotizing
Calling in low tones
To the mad poet

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1.7k · Sep 2013
The Witch
Tammy M Darby Sep 2013

A powerful witch
She began to spin
Waiting for the spell to begin

Head held high
She did not weep
Close to the heart
Revenge did keep

Strong in mind
Never break
Upon red moon
His life did take

Now she danced arms raised to the sky
As the captured soul
faded and died

A fierce creature
From beginning to end
Beware of the witch
When she starts to spin




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1.6k · Aug 2013
The Mermaid
Tammy M Darby Aug 2013

Royalty
She dwell in the sea green house of her guardian
The  mermaid swam alone day after day
The seed of the water god Neptune
As beautiful as mornings rays

On days of boredom
She swam with the dolphins
Riding high on churning rolling waves
Other times with giant whales dive deep
Or play in coral filled bay
Tickling red crabs that walked on the sandy bottom
Exploring the Octopus caves

Floating with the deadly jellyfish
Keeping her tail very still
Or wiggling through the currents of the ocean
With the graceful ribbon eel

Time passed
She became weary
Wanting to rest her head
Return to the green kelp palace
And did sleep on watery bed


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1.6k · Jan 2014
When the Moon turned Red
Tammy M Darby Jan 2014

Evening slipped into the long abyss
So fell the red moon
Malicious shadows forecasting doom
For the cursed animal man
Inhabiting the precious earth

Fearsome rolling rivers ran dry
Black smoke filled the spanning azure skies
The churning murky green oceans gave up the bones of their dead
When the moon turned red

The crust of the hard ground shook
Split and burst into deep fiery crevasses
Dark yellow orange smoldering  nooks
Swallowing all of life
So inhaled was  mans world as know it
Destroyed
Dead
When the moon turned red

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1.5k · Jan 2014
Trying to hide my tears
Tammy M Darby Jan 2014

In my dreams
I struggle to breathe
God have pity
I can find no relief

Shaking and trembling
At another's touch
Images of your hands
Around my throat clutch

Rarely now do I sleep  through the night
All the blows rain down upon me
From left and right

Why is it
I cannot rid myself of these fears
Maintaining my hidden life
Trying to hide my tears

Each breath I take
Is full of sadness
Seeking an escape
From your violent madness


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1.4k · Sep 2013
The Enchantress
Tammy M Darby Sep 2013

She flew in her chariot by the light of the moon
Knowing the day would come all too soon
Gathering herbs from underground
The forest of darkness where twas no sound

To the river of blood to fetch her wine
Imps hovered about
Ran fast the time

From the wing of white owl
Snatched three feathers
Out of midnight sky
Stars of heather
The mountains north vials of whispering winds
Tails of magical deer
Running forbidden glens

In charm covered cape
To sacred circle flew
Leaving behind a trail of sparkling hue
Incantations spoken
Revenge beget
The man who spurned her
He demons would get

She drew up the potion
Called forth the demon
Hells brimstone smoke
Dead souls singing

Orders from the woman
Sent the Devils spawn into flight
With orders to return the following night

The night time fell
As did the following day
Black flickering lights in pentagram array
Each dark candle did kindle desire
The demon appeared amid red fire
Spells muttered under breath
Cast the ancient way
Over the conjured one silver bond did lay

To despised castle 
I commandthee
Destroy the man
The one she had loved
Pledged to another's hand

Fly now winged one
Not one more moment spent
Evil black smoke
In a swirl the demon went

To the bedchamber of the king
Dispatched him with single blow
Wretched creature peered into his thoughts
As life ebbed in drops from body slow

His love for the strange enchantress
Hearts secret she did not know
Ghastly smile on the demons face
For the price of desire was her soul

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1.3k · Nov 2013
Santa likes coffee and pie
Tammy M Darby Nov 2013

I awoke late eve of Christmas
To the sound of strange tinkling bells
Half sleep looked out my window
There parked was a reindeer and  sled

I get out of bed and to myself said
Something here is not right
Went into the living room shaking my head
There on my couch sat a white bearded man
Red suit
Cup of coffee in hand

Still in shock I said
Hey you must be Santa Claus
But what are you doing here eating pie
Shouldn't you be delivering presents to good boys and girls
With reindeer pulling you through the skies

He said my son
I am famished and all done
Your house was my last stop
So I took a short rest and caught my breath
Please pardon me if I helped myself

Again he spoke and said
I do love cookies and milk
But there are times I like something  warm
Its a very long cold trip you know
To the North pole and my home

I thank you for your hospitality
For too the wonderful coffee and pie
Leaving a bag of packages under the tree
Poof
He was gone in the blink of an eye

Thinking to myself
No one will believe this
They will say
It is all a lie
That I awoke late one Christmas eve
To Santa resting on my couch
Having coffee and a slice of pie


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1.2k · Aug 2013
Barbed Wire
Tammy M Darby Aug 2013

It imprisons my heart
A piercing repetition of assault
Carved deeply into my soul

Barbed wire
It protects me
Allowing no one in
I am inapproachable
Metal soldiers
That guard me
Torture from within

I  do not associate myself
With emotion of ruin
As tiny drops of red flow
From my present and previous wounds

Though the bleeding persists
In my naivety insist
On staunching the wounds
Draining my life

Barbed wire

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1.1k · Jul 2013
Pitter Patter
Tammy M Darby Jul 2013

Pitter
Patter
Fall the rain
The dwelling
Bedlam of London
Residence of the insane

Behind metal bars
Shall they forever remain
Raving madmen  
With minds chaos they lay

How many poets
Are in the echoing screams
The artists visions
In lifeless eyes
A vacant being

The sculptor
Genius  hands
Frozen into stone
Frightened into psychosis
For fear being alone

Pitter Patter
The maniacs clatter
Lightly fall the rain
Upon the dark roof
As the lunatics howl
Pitter Patter



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1.1k · Jul 2013
The Fragrance of Despair
Tammy M Darby Jul 2013

It is said by smell
Impossible be detected
I am here to say they are quite mistaken
For it is as heavy as night blooming jasmine
Overpowering
Intoxicating

The smell of white calla lilies
Heralds the coming of death
Announcing another soul from life taken
Sadness indeed has a scent

Lain on a headstone in reverence
The wreath of flowers
Posses a perfume of its own
Depression and loss infiltrate the heart
A cologne that permeates the air
There is I can assure you
A fragrance of despair

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1.1k · Aug 2013
On Loves Death bed I lay
Tammy M Darby Aug 2013

My face gaunt
I cannot sleep
Lay down
Eyes close
Only to weep

I am trapped
In a world of ghosts
Distrust and pain
Barely breathing
On love's death bed I lay

Blinded by loyalty
The assassin was faith  
Betrayal
On the lips linger
A vile taste

A slow demise
Day after day
My soul lies wasting
On love's death bed I lay

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1.0k · Jul 2013
When love becomes Wrath
Tammy M Darby Jul 2013

When loves becomes wrath
Stars shift in the skies
The expression of such emotion
Is a sight to be shunned

Hate and revenge rule all thoughts
Life becomes a narrow passage
Oblivious to those existing around you
Who have not the understanding
Of loyalty and honor
Complexity of affection
That composes a union of souls
The universe trembles with waves of bitterness
When loves becomes wrath

Burning
Parched
An unquenchable thirst
Sparing none
In its terrible wake
Consuming all in spurned hearts fire
When love becomes wrath





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997 · Jul 2013
What Faith is This
Tammy M Darby Jul 2013

To glorify the death of innocents
In unified voices
Unquestioning acceptance
Submissive resignation
Sorrows chant

If he who posses
In the universe
All power
Banish the moon
Blacken the sun
Stop the hour

Raise not godly hand
Halt the shower
Evils dominance o'er the earth
Is this his worth
His strength in my eyes
Remains unseen

What faith is this
Allows Satan free reign
The meek the no voice
Suffer in silence and pain
As the unclean put forth
Long tentacles of black veins
Depravities tools
With no pity rule

Teaching tolerance
Where is the love
As the bombs drop
Screaming humans
Frightened of dying
On repentive knees
Beg forgiveness
What faith is this




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947 · Dec 2013
I push the buttons
Tammy M Darby Dec 2013

Pausing for a reaction
A hateful acknowledgement of my actions
Jangling your nerves
For each and every infraction


I push the buttons
To a dangerous ledge
Forcing you closer and closer
To the cliff's edge
Happily for filling to my death a pledge

I push the buttons
Comes a loving embrace
Then retrieve from my memory
Thoughts better erased
The time in my life
Sequence of events
They gave way to my now favorite pastime

I push the buttons
A puppet helpless you will dance
Never again allowed the chance
To have a life without the shadow of a cloud

Forever
Prodding and poking
I shall never cease
The humming of my plastic keys
Enlightening those
Who cannot believe
What lies on the other side
There will be no peace
My appetite  for revenge will never be filled
So I push the buttons



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947 · Jan 2014
On Bitter Covers Lay
Tammy M Darby Jan 2014

Evil words were spoken
On bitter covers lay
Praying to him who all kneel before
Most holy
To cleanse sins away

Regrets of choices made
In the early dew of youth
Stand before the judge of the universe
Stripped of earthly body
Remains the glaring truth

Forced to recline on bitter covers
In anxiety and fear until the creator call
Beaming with arrogance
Reflections of heavens gates in pious eyes
To hell the black soul did fall
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919 · Dec 2013
Life
Tammy M Darby Dec 2013

Its an insane wild ride
Leaping off dark churning thunder clouds
Into cool aqua oceans
Floating in with the salty littered tide

Plunging from steep mountains
Tall and jagged
Falling to below
Helpless
Into the valley's of shiny razor covered pain

Emerging ever stronger
More determined
With confidence
Close your eyes and smile
Foolishly jump again

Ripples of cries in the darkness
In the long sighing night
No earthly bound beings hear
Fear and disappointment ever present
Camouflaged discreetly
Tucked away in your crisp white sleeve

Energy moving through your body
The thrill of winds from head to toe
Satisfied with all around you
Wanting nothing the wide universe has to offer
Happiness perhaps some would say

Its an insane wild ride
Life
Fine unpredictable lady
Has many unknown sides
Leaping off dark churning thunder clouds
Diving into clear ice blue oceans
Floating in with the salty littered tide


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For the many poets and writers on Hello Poetry

Tammy M Darby Aug 2013

He stood on the mountaintop facing north
Calling winds ,water and fire forth
He the white wizard and patron of the earth.

His rival conjured up all below the ground
Where souls burned and evil abounds
He was of a black moon and dead stars
Who was forbidden to enter heavens gates

On their knees they prayed for victory
The white wizard to the one in the skies
The black wizard to he who abides in the underworld
Where sinful souls do lie

North south east west
Chants muttered under their breath
Star covered staffs raised to the sky
The war for humanity had begun

Turn round facing each other
Now it was the destined hour
Commanding bolts of lightening
Through the air with just a glance
Spells, charms, ancient runes
Spirits cackle and rant

Now come the anger of the destroyer
He too had his tricks of conjure
A wall of poisonous smoke thick and deadly
From his fingertips came the cobra and adder

Inhalers of the soul attacked
Cursed snakes of the mind
The white wizard had the words of the holy
The power of the almighty on his side

It was a terrible battle
And it could have been the end of it all
Had the victory gone to the black wizard
The sun drop from its kingdom and fall

Though goodness and purity do not always prevail
On this day of conflict between the darkness and the light
Weakened the dark wizard could not overcome
And was forced to kneel before the wizard in white

But it was agreed between them
As each signed his name in blood
They would meet again in time
On the battlefield of evil and good

The white wizard and the black


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910 · Jul 2013
The Beautiful Demon
Tammy M Darby Jul 2013

From the black recesses of the earth
She rose from her long slumber
Icy death smile on her crimson lips
Face gleaming with wicked knowledge


Slanted eyes of emerald green
Glazed and mad
Her crown the of the dead
Human bones
Encircled her head

Fine glass complexion of shimmering gold
She spoke the words of The Sleeping Three
Hair falling in rich waves down to the floor of snakes
The color of the crows breast
A rich purple ebony

Snake scale gown of finely woven human skins
Gathered from her poor victims sin
Wrapped round her lithe body
A thousand souls it took to weave

Awakened from its dark sleep
Spells cast in  hell's deep
By a powerful witch
Who stirred the cauldron
Tainted with revenge

The demon was now visible to sight
The apparition appeared in smoke and orange red light
To bow down and submit to the witches bidding
The command never waived from intent
One of chaos and death
Slaughtered, cold in rows they lay

Pity for the one this creature seeks
Of a terrible perfume her heart reeks
That of blood and brimstone
Perfumed smoke and fire
The devil is her line and sire


So by demons touch
Plotting cold hands
She claims the souls of mortal man
More thread for her clothing
The beautiful demon


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890 · Jan 2014
Break it into Verse
Tammy M Darby Jan 2014

Honor bound
I will be the first
Expose who you are
Break it into verse
Written clearly
For all to see
Inked and printed
Laid at your feet

Shiny reflection
Looking glass
The words
Peer into your future
Present and past

Given my word
To an angry ghost
Reveal your miserable life
Break it into verse

Damaged child
Love mingled with hate
A disfuntional family
The heart could not keep pace

A handsome young man
Easily deceived
Wore your heart so tender
Visible on your sleeve

An old man emerged now
Bitter violent and sour
Worried only about the hearse
Deaths coming hour

So I have compiled these events
I am the first
To tell your story
Verse by verse


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838 · Dec 2013
The Knight
Tammy M Darby Dec 2013

From what glorious kingdom
Will my armoured warrior hail
That for my small hand
On slathered horse
Journey roads of heaven and hell

Riding stone covered ground
Of long black shadows
To return to my soul
Stolen waiting tomorrows

On the quest to my heart
Slay the crimson dragon pain
His jeweled reward but one
Eternal love to gain

Written when my thoughts are not tainted with Poe
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824 · Aug 2013
What are you?
Tammy M Darby Aug 2013

Are you resting quietly
Without a sound
No longer a slave to emotions
Or earthly bound

Perhaps
A ghost floating through the air
Being a spirit having not a care
Except to find a place to rattle your chains
Haunting the living
On the wax and wane
What are you

Are you a complex combination of alien energy
Enlightened soul in flight
Mixture of protons neutrons electrons
A blinding atomic light

Or just a cool body
Placed in the ground
Mourners in single file
Solemn faces come round
Each one expressing their sadness
At your departure

What are you



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816 · Sep 2013
The Frost
Tammy M Darby Sep 2013

The first frost came
When I was very young
Naive in the ways of men
It set in my soul
Cold winds
Sharp as razors
Through my tender heart did blow

Second came the  frost
Which almost took my life
For in love I was deeply
Deaf
Without sight
Unaware his affection was a lie
The frost arrived without warning
Tears of ice I cried
My soul deep in mourning

The last warm piece of heart
My beloved
My soul
Before he could take my hand
Called to Gods house
In the chritian religion of man
The cold deepened beyond depth
This was the third
This was the last


Now my heart is a sculpture of ice
So follows is my unique and lonely life
I have little tolerance for love
Its accumlative loss
So in my future
There will be no more frost


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815 · Aug 2013
Poised to strike
Tammy M Darby Aug 2013

The weight of the world
Rested on my shoulders
In six months time
My heart grew ten years older
So here I sit
Prepared to collect
On the madness and pain
In my life you interject

Infiltrating the secret plans
You sought
My words will be that of stumbling blocks
Around which you must maneuver
As I present your personality
True in form
Line by line
Black verse
Red chapter

Do you think people doubt
The truth I speak
Already they have seen you
In violent feathers arrayed
Vengeful pompous and self assured
Overlooked the snake in grass lay

Acts you perpetrated
Then had legally negated
Though the permanent copy
Oh sly one
Will never be deleted
Try as you may with tactic and diversion
Written on your face is obvious perversion

Go hide tainted soul
Deep in a hole
Where all monsters of your kind should be
I  wait with unlimited patience
Late into the night
In my hands pen and paper
Ever poised to strike



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810 · Jan 2014
The flower wilts
Tammy M Darby Jan 2014

On dying fragile stem
Fading beauty
Flawed gem
Loves abates slowly
From heart and mind
Emotions become faint and distant
Passing through shadows of time

Delicate petals drop
One by one
Falling silent without sound
Sweet scent disappearing
Not a trace
Until all that was once living
Lies dead rotting on the ground


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807 · Nov 2013
You are the Harp
Tammy M Darby Nov 2013

The emotions of a human
Can be lightly
Played and strummed
It can resemble the steady beat of a heart
The sound cannot be replicated
Repeated or duplicated
Once the frightening melody starts

The highest strings
Penetrates the mind
Representing the sadness and anxiety
For now you are quite alone
The shrillness will increase in strength
But will remain dark in tone

The lower strings
They are loss of hope
Relaying disillusion
These strings are taunt
Specifically for you
In my composition
I will most certainly use them

To complete my vengeful melodies
The strands I pluck and choose
Shall be your life's situation
For you my sly one are the harp
And I am the musician

I strum the strings one by one
In a familiar rhythm you know
I am smiling at your rapid demise
As your heart implodes silently and slow

I will continue to play you
Throughout your life
My tunes filled with retribution
Have no doubt
We both know it is true
You are the harp
And I am the musician

The strange and eerie song I play
Notes chosen for their intent
For all the damage you have caused my dear
The strings I choose will represent

Now I perform this song
For your blackened soul
Upon which there will be many lesions
Till the echoes of this music
Shall drive you into madness
For you are the harp my darling
I am the musician


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805 · Aug 2013
Days of Rage
Tammy M Darby Aug 2013

Pain joined in marriage to sadness
From the union
Despair their child
My soul broken into glittering pieces
Diamond tears fell down

My spirits reason for existing
Revenge
A meal I wish to serve
On chilled plate
With a satisfied smile

Days of rage
Days of hate
The passing of time
Clocks hands in minute motion
Turn
On the hour chime
For what is to be
I wait

Justice is blind
But the dead have eyes
To see through deception
On wicked tongue lies

So I cry
To the gods of the universe
Grant my wish
Love avenged
My souls desire

Days of rage


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804 · Aug 2013
Tea with a Witch
Tammy M Darby Aug 2013

Sitting on my porch
One fine autumn evening
Flew by me a witch of Gaya
In latin bade me greetings

Inviting her in for a cup of tea
It was after all the polite thing to do
She was powerful in the way of charms
Lest she put on a me a terrible spell
My hospitality I did not refuse

So up my steps
Slowly she came
Shaking the dust from her clothes
Bringing  thunder and rain

I bowed to her and marveled
Her travels  have been many
She spoke stating that her appetite was great
Serving cheese and bread on a plate
I  refrained from having any

She wore a old black frock
Thick black bearskin cape
A warm and satisfied look on her face
Before speaking sighed deeply and said to me
I desire a stout cup of evening tea
I fixed my best brew for her of course
Not wanting to be turned into a horse

She narrowed her eyes
Took note of my size
Pouring from a silver bottle into her cup
She had hidden in her coat
Took a sip and laughed a little
Thanked me for being a wonderful host

So after a chat
A brief social interlude
She begged take leave
Grabbed her enchanted broom

She turned round and said
Thee have been kind to me
Knowing I am a witch
You did not tremble and looked me in the eye
So I give you blessings
From the earth and sky

So now and forever your cup shall be full
Before you shall go your fame
Your trees heavily laden with sweet ripe fruit
Golden fields heavy with grain

She departed as quickly as she arrived
Disappearing into the skies
Her word was good
As my cup of tea
All came to pass
As she said it would be


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803 · Jul 2013
The Black Dog will appear
Tammy M Darby Jul 2013

When the black dog appears
On a starless full moon night
A shadow of blackness
Turn your hands to ice
Grip tightly your soul
Prepare for the judgment of man

These beings tied together as one
Upon whom was wrought great harm
They will speak with truth
What is right
What is wrong
The darkness bottomless depths
Love and purity of the light
The penance if any should be allowed

Possessing strength of the righteous these ghosts
Whose once warm hearts have turned to stone
The very ones you lay in the ground
Who have been quiet and still
Without a sound
And those earth bound spirits
With life in their veins

This shall be the court you will face
Here recount your actions and disgrace
Some will ask for mercy and pity
While others insist upon your death
But as sure as I am living and draw breath
They will condemn your soul
For  evil deeds
The  rain of blood tears
Planting of hate’s seeds

Perhaps it will be many
Or just a few years
But do not doubt it
Amid the rain of blood tears
On a starless night
The black dog will appear




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803 · Nov 2013
If by chance
Tammy M Darby Nov 2013

You see me weeping
Dont be alarmed
Its just pain seeping
From the crack
That has formed within my heart

If by chance
You see me smiling
An excellent actress
To myself I am lying
Sadness my company that day

If by chance you see me dying
Dont be foolish
Cease the crying
I chose the path
Love great deceiver
The bearer of violence

If by chance you see me weeping
Or behind my shadow creeping
My soul is gone
Rising high with the sun's rays


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798 · Oct 2013
The Fiend
Tammy M Darby Oct 2013

It has crept upon me
Twice in my life
Knowing eyes shining
Fangs dipped in  power

My broken heart its prey
Pale soul the desired acquisition    
Threatening to devour me entirely
Unless given complete submission

Ruler of the logical mind
Commander of emotions
Its strategic maneuvers
Send you to the blackest of hell
To the depths of uncharted oceans

You will never convince me
It is a blessing from above
Madness that can decimate the body
Disguised in the wings of a white pure dove

This monster who demands sacrifice
Arrayed in the finest attire
Of cruelty and humiliation
The fiend love
Who requires you bow down
With unquestioning adoration


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792 · Jul 2013
Hate
Tammy M Darby Jul 2013

It keeps me warm
Though it is a soul’s
Consuming life storm
Controlling choice and action
To illicit intentionally with malice
A desired reaction

The thoughts of revenge
Quicken my blood
Perhaps only by myself
Clearly understood

Prompted by pseudo murder in dreams
Forced to rise from my bed
Visions of death
Float wildly in my head
Hate
It keeps me warm

These embers of emotion
Burning coals
Glowing red and orange
Radiate from a warm  heart
Transformed into sour wood

I am the billows
With searing burning words
Fanning the flames
Until what I despise
Shall be no more
Hate
It keeps me warm

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778 · Aug 2013
Ink of sadness
Tammy M Darby Aug 2013

I pledged my love
I pledged my youth
It would be many years
Before me stand truth
The face that smiled with kindness
The loyalty I bore
My word given before god
Maintained the blindness

This perpetrator of violence
The need for submission
Ground grateful and willingly
Underneath hard heel

This life of falseness
Living in crimson fear
Distorted
Drops of blood so real

Then from the blows of darkness
Rose a stranger
I had yet to know
Pen in hand
Stack of paper
The ink of sadness
In rivulets flowed

Writing of the hearts pain
Of death
Come all too soon
Happiness love loss despair  
The price of being human
  



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Tammy M Darby Feb 2014

I am a sculpture
Of life' beautiful scars
Ugly when viewed too close
Perhaps better glimpsed  from afar

Twisting wounds
Healed over scratches
The heart entombed by pride's hand
Gold scrolled enchanted latches

Oh masterpiece
Of cuts and scrapes
Sharp splinters
Purple blue bruises
Hiding my face
Delicate clinging spiderweb curtains
Slight of hand illusion's

It is only the bearer who understands
Where the darkest scars are hidden
Misty pool of tears in a deep chasm
The unforgettable kiss of loves contusion  
The shadows that must never be loosened
Forever restrained
Guarded by spiderweb curtains
Slight of hand illusion's




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751 · Nov 2013
The Smell of Death
Tammy M Darby Nov 2013

Scent of the dead
Stiff lifeless body
Through now which no blood flows
Dark red liquid once upon a time
Coursed through blue veins
Strong heartbeat steady and slow

This being was a living spirit
Warm breath
Though the heart no longer beats
In cold still breast
Prayers of a priest
Tears from the mourners
Meeting your god in eternal rest

The smell of death
Beside hallowed grave
Where now the decaying body lay
Cold as the deep
The long inevitable sleep
Covered in the smell of death




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749 · Feb 2014
The Sky Wept
Tammy M Darby Feb 2014

Ash and tears
For the species man
As the infiltrating tentacles of self destruction
Unstoppable
Spread from hand to hand

The earth hid its eyes
So the moon would not see
As she whimpered and cried
For what was to be

The sea thrashed in rebellion
Displaying its hate and pain
The creatures of the ocean
Floated in with the tide
Rotting upon white sands

In protest of their demise
Called upon Neptune's strength
The poison cast on waters by evil
Man himself shall drink

When the sky wept black tears
The earth hid its eyes
The oceans roared with anger
The moon wailed and cried

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745 · Sep 2013
Waking Nightmares
Tammy M Darby Sep 2013

The days pass rapidly now
I no longer remember your face
Yet I still recall the salty taste
Blood in my mouth from a hard blow

Wiping away the tears
To rid myself of memories
Do my utmost best
On the ground I lay
Your boots to my chest
Ah yes
This pain remains with me still

Terrible heart pounding dreams
Tender spots on my head
The striking of your fists
The color of red coats my long brown hair

Hands around my throat
Squeezing tight
Your intention evident
As my breath is taken
To extinguish my life

Why is it
I live in fear
Of attack
Day after day
From darkness to dawn
Though you are not near
My heart warns beware
As I must continue to exist
Or find a pathway to escape
Waking nightmares

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Written for victims of Domestic Violence ............

Tammy M Darby May 2014

White dust in golden skies
Atoms and protons of the universe
Mortal
Destined to die

The blackness of our souls
Revealed in dead eyes
As the creator call us rise from our graves
In cold coffins unmoving we lie

Shadows of the underworld
Fate place upon us aged hands
Strong heart that beats in sinewy chests
Is the silent downfall of man

Love and life's ills take tragic toll
Until we breathe no more
Forgotten
Lying in decaying ground
Still and silent evermore


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741 · Jan 2014
Africa
Tammy M Darby Jan 2014

Across the Serengeti  
The fierce maned lions roared
Lands of the dark continent will soon be no more
The tusked grey elephants roaming few in number
Will exist only in legend and lore

The ancient rich soil
Ripped apart and torn
Thick oil
Poison shiny and deadly
Washes up on pristine white shores

Black deep tunnels
Punctured and violated the ground
For the shiny chunks of yellow gold desired by man
The glittering priceless diamond  stones

People unwillingly forced from their lands
By many foreign companies insatiable greed
Are growing with anger and resentment
The beginning of revolutions seed

Cleanse the evil infiltrating  your country
If need be charge them with high crimes
Allowing Africa to retain its stately beauty
It has possessed since the beginning of time

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736 · Nov 2013
I consume hate
Tammy M Darby Nov 2013

A rare exotic meal
The emotions to destroy
Murder and kill
I discipline my hands
Of my actions in command
My obsession with revenge being quite real

I consume hate
Passion will be my crime  
An assassin of love
Silently bidding my time

Justice power unbound
When they place you cold in the ground
For you see I consume hate
A bite at a time


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735 · Mar 2014
Cobwebs and Shadows
Tammy M Darby Mar 2014

Dance carelessly upon grey walls
Spiders
Eight hairy legs
Multi eyed
Tip toe down sticky halls

Stretching giving seams
Creaking moans and groans
Red splattered hard beams
Aching secret laden wood

In the silent
Coldest room
Did the crying ghost reside
Forced to bear
On the blackest of nights
A fiery devils ride in the mind
On a long mane white horse
While a half moon shone high
Following over and again
The same sad course
Of cobwebs and shadows


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730 · Dec 2013
Demons
Tammy M Darby Dec 2013

Hell's demons are everywhere
If I could only convince you to see
Drinking gin and tonic with style
Sipping  haughtily on lemon and tea

Their evil frightening faces
Are hidden from human sight
As they pass you with indifference
Smiling
Moving left to right

However
Without warning
Growing hungry for souls
In the night
Gobble up foolish sinners they encounter
That disappear forever from sight

So the next time you go shopping
Take a second or two
Remember faces are not all they seem
A demon may be sipping a martini,
While sitting rght next to you


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724 · Feb 2014
He said I love you
Tammy M Darby Feb 2014

The thick liquid began to slowly drip
I need you
I wiped the red off my lips

Through out your life
You are mine forever
As the blood ran down my mouth
I shielded my body
My mind going slack

Hands on my white throat
Began violently to squeeze
Eyes rolled back into my head
My soul in terror tried to flee

As the darkness closed in
He let the words slip
I love you
Slowly releasing his grip 

The sharp knife
A weapon of fear
Dominance its goal
Its deadly edge
I know all too well

Blue eyes
A person I did not know
Slept with me in the cradle of nightmares
Till the orange sun rose
He said I love you
A fool
My forgiveness flowed
For he was mine
This demon
To God I had spoken the vow

Always conscious and wary
He would speak the dreaded words again
I love you
Till would come my sad end




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724 · Dec 2013
Sounds of the Night
Tammy M Darby Dec 2013

The noise beyond the roaring city bustle
The cars
Harsh blaring horns
Frogs croaking in a pond
The whippoorwill its sad call
Solitary
Quite forlorn

Crickets talking in a  secret rhythmic language
Bats fluttering eyes shining
Left to right
Snakes wiggle across cold ground
Wildcats scream calling
Into a eerie starlight sky

Silver speckled fish leap out of the water
Splashing
Continuous  ripples
For the winged bug in flight
Armadillos root for their food
Having sufficient but limited sight  
The owl swoops into predatory dive
In its sharp claws his meal clutched tight
These are creatures of the darkness
The unique musical sounds of the night



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Tammy M Darby Jan 2016

Words flow across my skin'
Icy Poisoned Silver droplets
I wash way the thoughts of normality
To dance with shadowy images of time  
As I plunge into the waters of emotions seething wildly
And my face reveal the sublime

Death take my cold hand bade me follow
I swim in the ocean of forever's sorrow
So cloak my body with the stars of sadness
As I bathe in the moonlight of madness


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714 · Jul 2013
There is a Price
Tammy M Darby Jul 2013

For each red drop
A penalty if you will
Increased by the number of blows
Payment is demanded
From the long suffering victim
Through whose veins
Contempt  and distrust now flow

There is a word
Justice
Winged angel with flaming sword
Who seeks compensation for the injured
Retribution dressed as the faceless one
Sound the trumpets
So this may be heard

Whispered words from contemptabile lips
Memories penetrate your mind
A breath taking
Familiar haunting rhyme
As you plummet endlessly
Through the open doors of time

There is a price for each red drop
Without warning
The black heart will stop
There is always a price





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Tammy M Darby Aug 2013

Love
Once upon a time
It rendered me weak
Wary
I crave not its company
I choose to be
Singular
Alone
Rather than vunerable
Avoiding the pain of attachment
The sickly sweetness of affection
The irritation of adoration


Love
Once upon a time
Blinded were my eyes
I silenced my cries
Covered the bruises
So none would know
I submitted to the blows
Red stripes filled my craving for attention
For my emotions ran deep

Love
Once upon a time
I became who I am now
Open were my eyes to that which I could not see
To hatred hidden behind loves face
Never again will I allow this to be
I choose to be solitary
Reclusive
I force love to vacate my heart
I am no longer weak

Love once upon a time




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708 · Sep 2013
Enmity
Tammy M Darby Sep 2013

In your eagerness for self gain and satisfaction
You are blind to the creature you have created
It waits for you in the darkness
Pale gleaming eyes
Salivating
With great appetite and desire 
For your black soul

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706 · Sep 2013
The Curse
Tammy M Darby Sep 2013

The moon waned yellow
On green bough slip
Flowing water to putrid wine
Upon evil lips

Eyes cloud hazy
With cobweb veil
Dark soul shudders
Horned demons sail

Hands shake and tremble
As magic drams do fetch
Loneliness lays heavy covering
On a marked doomed wretch

Honed fine sharp edge
The heart will slice
Rest in black silk coffin
Blood cold as ice



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702 · Jul 2013
He Hides His Face
Tammy M Darby Jul 2013

To hide his face
Camouflage violence and disgrace
Lies merged with truth
The ability to destroy
Debase
Those  closet to him

Unable to bear self
The heartless soul
What lies within
A fierce struggle will ensue
Regardless of the battle
Comes the end
Jagged mountains of mental instability
The unwinding begins
Sharp cliffs of deceit

He hides his face
To hide his face
Disguise with a smile
Fall from grace
Invented character
Takes lifes center stage
Hidden deep
For a short time sleeping
Uncontrollable rage

He hides his face
To hide his face


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701 · Dec 2013
Blue Rain
Tammy M Darby Dec 2013

A pill for my nerves in the morning
To stifle my broken hearts yearning
A pill to get me through my day
Allowing my mind to maintain
At night a pill to sleep
So into my soft pillow
I do not weep

A  little pill so I cannot feel
Then another
To wash away the pain
I cannot imagine
My life without a pill
To color the world rosy
Deflecting all the ills
As I stand voluntarily in blue rain

So I reach in the bottle for another
Hiding the person I am
With reality
I no longer bother
As someone emerges I do not know
That lives my life in times ebb and flow
I coexist as one and the other

Its a pill for me in the morning
To stifle my broken hearts yearning
A pill to maintain
Get me through my day
While I bathe in the deluge
Of the soothing blue rain


I think all poets have dual personalities. The one they keep hidden and the person they share with the world.

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