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Sequestered May 2016
Aargh!!!

Horrific cave adventure
Resurrected
Her future corpse
Screaming;

Aargh!!!
Rangzeb Hussain Nov 2010
The walking dead slumber with deadly aim
and let sleeping dogs die,
Mongrels
heat anger in forges of spiteful flame,
Corpses see and hear more
than these walking sightless, tongueless, earless
lifeless poor,
When shall these sleepers awake?

The Bonfire had been piled high,
Almost reaching the cold abode of Mars,
The fear to light it was replaced by
recklessness as the season rolled on.

The stage was set and the audience of
Porcupines and hawks were eager, impatient
for the peaceful Overture to expire
and the deadly Act to commence.

Young Spring was delivered from the womb
and cried for nourishment
when,
Suddenly,
The last bars of the Overture faded into obscurity
and
“The Unholy Holy Crusade”
was ignited upon the starry stage.

The embers of Autumn burst into lashings of blame’s flames
and into forgetful numb snow did the show go.

The porcupines raised high their itchy spikes
to cast their vote of united damnation
while the crowds outside the theatre
cheered the unseen and unheard.

Earth herself
trembled beneath the raw fury of the
Satanic Play,
The volcanic eruption of unnatural hatred threatened
to torch the outer reaches of Mars.

This Bonfire of passionate poison
showered upon the naked body of Truth,
First it gagged and then it bagged Dad,
Mum’s screaming lungs were ****** out,
Her ears were drummed
while her lovely eyes sprouted wings
and flew out from their socket cages,
Her seductive legs snapped away
from the weight of her body
and waltzed headlong into the vaporised night,
Her faithful Left arm stayed to comfort her
but the Right one was yanked away and eloped with a
hot man-made
mushroom cloud that blotted the heavens,
The people were hugging loved ones tightly as they scattered
in the winds of bombastic devastation.

Moonlight dripping from the eyes of a restless red Moon,
Lone witness to the uncivilised crime.

The stork brought a newly born Life
wrapped in the soft garments of innocence,
He held the precious Life in his beak carefully,
caringly, lovingly,
On Bonfire Night he delivered the package to
a young ****** bride,
When the present was unwrapped
warm flames kissed the young baby inside,
A newly born Life arrived,
She was wrapped in soft and sinless rags,
She was carefully caressed,
Lovingly fed,
On Bonfire Night was this desert princess born
to a young untarnished bride,
Three storm soldiers arrived bearing candy,
When the sweet was unwrapped
warm flames burst out to kiss the young baby’s insides,

“Aargh!”

“Aargh!”

Silence...

Death plucks another trophy from the garden of Life.

The broken, charred fingers of the child
clutch the peeled hand of the unborn mother,
The earth of the child has shattered,
Her globe is no more,
Her remains are strewn across the industrial carnage
of the cold Spring.

An act of war against Mars,
“O, sacrilege!
Man, thou dost concoct evil.
Vagabond, thinkest thou superior?
I shalt shackle thee yet
to the accursed gates of Hades!”


The first Act ends,
The safety curtains drawn
and the theatre of blood explodes with applause,
The hawks shout out at the top of their wheezy lungs,
“*******,
it was like the Fourth of July celebrations!
Wow, man!
The sky was full of stars!
Stars, our stars!”


There is a lull between the next Act,
The walking dead gather up the sticks
for the next Bonfire Night,
Windows on the world continue to
drivel and stir the steaming early evening news,
Invisible men pick at the brains
of the sleeping,
This race is the supreme master of
exchanging insanity for black diamonds.

Beware you guy,
They are sipping the priceless grey treasure
that is your birthright,
It will be
with the theft of your precious
jewel that will finance
another glorious victorious production of
The Bonfire Night,
This time, perhaps, in
stunning Summer.

Remember,
Remember,
Don’t you ever forget
the
Filth
of
November.




©Rangzeb Hussain
Dada Olowo Eyo Mar 2013
Annoying shmoo rats,
Squeaking noisily out in the yard,
Wish I'd a tom to stand guard,
But I hear they're fearless, even of old, and grouchy cats.
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
All Anne had left to wear was the frilly gown Charlotte had made for her. Not exactly her style but she remembered with some fondness what ****** had said about presenting herself as a lady.
The Kid arrived in the dining room hungrier than he’d ever been in his life. The big woman had ****** out everything he had in him, in a good way, but he felt like he’d lost a few pounds.
“What’s for supper, Mabel?” he asked his voice somewhat unsteady.
“They’s mermaid soup, mermaid cutlets, mermaid fricassee, mermaid casserole, mermaid steak and grilled mermaid fritters.”
“Ain’t there nothing to eat besides mermaid?” he groaned.
“Seaweed,” she said curtly.
“Gadurnit. We’ve been eatin’ mermaids and weeds for days. How about an old fashioned T-bone?”
“You get the cow and I’ll cook it up.”
****** came in looking not at all amused, “Say, Kid we need you up on deck.”
“Yes’m, Mister ******,” said the kid following the cowboy to the aft where ****** pointed over the water.
“We’re being followed. Fritz said there’s a school of mermaids out there. They followed from the island so they can’t be friendly. Think you can pick ‘em off?”
The Kid took his hat off and wiped his fingers through his sweaty hair. “Shoot, Mister ******, that’ll be like shootin’ fish in a barrel, ‘cept it’s the ocean and the fish are mermaids, an’...”
“Just get to it. As soon as you spot one blow it’s ******* brains out. That’s the only way we’re gonna get rid of them. You’ve been with Anne Bonny have ya.”
“How can ya tell?”
“You’ve got her scent all over you. There’s only one ***** onboard smells like she’s been rolling in a soggy mud patch.”
“Gee, ya think Mabel noticed?”
“That gal lost her sense of smell a long time ago. Take care of that business and Mabel’ll be all over ya like always.”
“I reckon you’re right. Let’s shoot us some mermaids.”
“Now you’re talking, Kid. Let’s do it.”
Sinking far below the waves, the evil swimmers kept their telltale fins out of sight, gliding along with the ship’s shadow as it sailed beneath the bright waves. The Kid and ****** scanning the water eyeing only dolphin and shark. “They’re smarter than they look, Kid. I’d bet they put these varmints up to swimming around the boat so they could cook up a scheme. They may taste like fish but they think like women.”
“Gosh, Mister ******, ain’t that the best of both worlds?”
“I guess that depends on which end you get ‘em by.”
Soon after, sailing smoothly out of the Caribbean waters piloted by the old mariner Popeye and navigated by the allwise general, the Green Belle ran afoul of no other nemeses as it made its way down along the east coast of South America. With no real roles on the ship, ****** and Medusa found themselves spending more and more time with each other.
“Why don’t you do something with yourself,” she scolded.
“What?” he said on edge from her relentless rasping nagging.
“All you do is pace. Why don’t you make yourself useful. Fetch me a mint julep” she ordered haughtily; staying in the covers and bedclothes she’d been in for a week.
“Fetch? Fetch! What do I look like?” he growled meanly.
“I’ve been trying to figure that out,” she said snippily.
His eyes flaming he stormed from the room, Medusa paying his tantrum no mind.
Finding Perry with Charlotte in the study, ****** had finally had enough with the uppity Gorgon. “Perry, I need to borrow that contraption.”
Perry, startled making out with the handmaid behind a brocade curtain was just as surprised to hear ******’s request. “Are you sure, Mister ******? You told me you never wanted to see the temporal distorter again.”
“Not that. I’m not gonna mess with that. There are more things going on than you’ve dreamed up in your philosophy. I mean the ship, the Leaping Lizzie. I’m going to take her out and scout ahead. I just need to get off this ****** boat. Get a change of scenery.”
“That’s sounds like a splendid idea, Mister ******. Let’s go discuss it with Fritz. He has maps of the terrain. Depending on what you see we can make any necessary corrections.”
“You’re a right smart feller, Periwinkle. I’ll go scare up Fritz.”
“I’ll go prepare the ship. I’ll meet you up on deck.”
As soon as ****** had left, Medusa grew bored. She found him with Perry on deck standing before the crabship. “What’s going on?” she asked observing the mechanical tentacles at rest.
“Mister ****** is going off to do some exploring,” said Perry. “The Leaping Lizzie II is perfect to find out what’s ahead.”
“Oh!” she said gaily. “I’m going with you!”
“You are?” said ******.
“Let me get Dawn.”
“Dawn?” he said.
****** and Perry looked at one another incredulously.
“I wanted some time alone,” said the cowboy pensively.
“Fiddle-dee-dee! We won’t be any bother at all,” she said fluttering down the hold.
“******. Will I never be rid of that infernal woman,” ****** snarled.
“Now, now, Mister ******. Miss Medusa is only looking out for you. After all you’re only flesh and blood.”
“And she’s a primordial cosmic force. I get it.”
Momentarily the green goddess and her faithful Lady of the Bedchamber were hauling strapped leather cases and hat boxes on deck. “What the hell is all this?” he hollered.
Her eyes met his meltingly. “Why, Mister ******, you don’t expect a lady to go around in the same old dress all the time. We’re going on an adventure. Think about it; the unexplored Amazon! Who knows what kind of beasties we’ll run into!”
“And you want to be dressed for the occasion.”
Smiling she began directing Dawn in loading the ship.
Fritz came up with a rolled map and handed it to ******. “Here you are, ******. The Amazon is due southwest. How do we stay in touch with you?”
“I’ve installed a ticker,” said Perry. “The same kind we used to communicate with Mistress Medusa when she was off conquering the moon.”
******’s eyes flared hopefully. “Yeh. Say Medusa you be in charge of communications. It’ll be your job to stay in contact with Perry and Fritz. Think you can do that?”
“Why, sure, Mister ******,” she said politely, “Um, would you help a lady aboard?”
“Sure,” he said taking her small waist and heaving her up to the hatch, her petticoats billowing in his face.
In another time and place not that far away, Remy Clarke Savage found his life with renewed purpose. Esmeralda and their now several children resting in the shaded grove while he completed yet another monumental life’s work; a machine that would far outstrip the crude Leaping Lizzie in speed and capabilities, outfitting this new vessel with several cannons of Greek fire and exploding shells.
Captain Quick, Lance and Lizzie bonding as family were wary of the zombie hordes all around them. Vampyr mermaids dancing in the inland lake while the rotting crew sang haunted shanties, hoisting steins of ghostly ale. “Ay I’ll be glad to be off this deadman’s reef,” muttered Quick. “Can’t you hurry it along, Remy? I’m wondering if we’ll live through another sunset.”
The dead pirate who’d become liaison to the mortals was Lizzie’s second maid-in-waiting; a woman with two long blonde braids that steadily grew the longer she was dead. Her brain intact and her looks not completely gone. “Ay Captain, my mateys be starving and you bunch are the only meat left on the island.”
His fears confirmed, Quick replied sharply, “I thought your bunch was living off them mermaids.”
“They’ve all turned. Not a one of them is alive or breathing. They’s all vamps and we’z all zombies. Like I was saying you bunch be the only real meals left.”
“Meals?” gulped Remy.
“Is that reason enough to hurry it along, man?” called Quick drawing his broadsword.
Lizzie and Lance drew theirs getting to either side of the Captain.
“You won’t be eating no brood of my *****, missy,” snapped Lizzie.
“Ay that we be lest you can get us raw meat and some brains.”
“Remy!” hollered the Captain as the engineer made the final adjustments.
“She’s all set to go. Hop in.”
“We appreciate your stalling, lassie, but we’s be taking our leave.”
“Aargh!” shouted the pirate woman drawing her sword. The others clambering to groggy feet, weapons in hand. Mermaids snapping sharp teeth from the water’s edge. Esmeralda carrying an armload of children scrambled inside the vessel first, followed by Remy and Lizzie.
“Com on mateys!” he cried as Quick and Lance clashed steel with the lunging pirates. Lance getting inside followed by Quick, Remy quickly shutting the hatch. The behemoth raising up on articulated legs. The dead pirates swords were no match for Greek fire as Remy unloaded a volley onto the beach setting everything ablaze.
Feeling themselves being cooked in the shell Remy manipulated his creation to walk into the water continuing on to the open sea where he propelled it away from the irreparably devastated reef crashing in under its own sodden weight. “Ay there be me home for many a yarn,” he mused. “Now it’s gone.”
“Ay the ****** place was haunted; infested with the undead. That be no home for a living man,” said Lizzie putting an arm over his shoulder. “I be liking your firepower, Remy. How long can that hold out?”
“Indefinitely. Greek fire is inexhaustible.”
“Inexhaustible you say? What say we catch up to that Green Belle and give ‘er what’s her comeuppance?”
“Ay man they’ve got the key to a treasure that’ll be rightly ours,” added Quick.
by Johnny Noir & MEdusa
Olivia Kent Nov 2014
My cover envelopes me.
It's letting in the cold.
I have a spot of heartburn.
I'm guess I'm getting old.
My once true loving lover, he's been flirting with another.
My mind and jelly belly have been playing silly jealous games.
I think I'm a soppy teen.
Maybe I wish I was.
In a reckless lack of sleep the woman sits and weeps.
Not crying,the eyes are sore with tiredness.
I so hate lacking precious sleep.
My eyelids are brimming,as heavy cement.
Jesus Christ, I hate these nights when I'm not feeling great.
(C) Livvi
Olivia Kent Mar 2014
Good God I'm getting so *******.
I'm trying to pen an e-book or two.
Every time I think it's right, a comment comes my way.
I'm tearing my hair out and going berserk.
Not much time, left till I go back to work.
It shouts at me,hmm, you've got too many chapters.
What on earth am I to do.
Creating tragic e-books,  is making me real blue.
Looked really simple,but it's got like a pimple,
Irritating, annoying really irksome.
Think I'll stick to paper copies that way, at least I shall succeed with my hobbies!
(c) Livvi
Loveless Mar 2016
Committing suicide is harder than you can think. And here i describe the various ways. A bit long but you'll enjoy reading.

1
Fall in front of train or bus
Alright but that won't be easy. First go near a train, than father courage to fall in front. If i had half that courage, i would have fought and live through hardships

2
Fall from top of a building
It would be hard to go to top of a too high building. And if i fall from a bit small building, i would be alive and it would be too painful and then hear the scold for an year and no poket money too because it would be used in operation

3
Hang yourself
The classic way. But too hard. First arrange chair, a rope and then learn to tie the rope and then hang yourself. It would be slow and painful. And there is always a chance someone breaks the door and you survive

4
Eat poison
Hard to get and slow. And i wont eat what the rats eat ever. Other good poison would be too pricey Next one. I don't like choking

5
Stab knife in stomach
Alright i tried but hands were shivering. Couldn't get the knife even the clothes

6
Cut the veins of hand
Eww. It's soo slow. Bleeding to death and messy blood all nearby. So *****

8
Commit crime of killing
Go by the law. And **** some others like you and then you get caught by cops. You'd be on trial and then the law would put you to death. Too slow may take years

9
Pay to hitman to get yourself killed
Find some hitman. Pay him to **** yourself. Hitman are expensive

10
Drown yourself
Those are lucky ones here who don't know how to swim. Painful death. Lungs filled with water. Uhh. Someone may come and save you. Risky

11
Make yourself feast of lion
Lions are hard to find. And thy don't eat humans mostly

12
Suffocation
Inhaling gasses like helium that prevent inhaling of oxygen or usage of plastic bag. Expensive gasses they are. And I'm not gonna die with some cheap plastic bag. Swag

13
Electric shock
Giving electric shock to yourself. It would be hard. Pull wire and then tear their plastic coating and common household don't have enough electricity to ****. I would need more. Hard work *****

14
Firearm
Of everyone i know, no one has a firearm. Out of option

15
Car crash
I don't own a car yet. It's out

16
Drug overdose
Aargh. Drugs are too expensive. Can't someone even die without money?

17
Setting yourself on fire
Sprinkle petrol over yourself and burn yourself with match stick. On no. My soft skin will burn. I won't attempt this one

18
Starvation
Starving oneself to death. I can't stand being hungry. It triggers a reflex to eat in me. I can't die with this one

19
Inhaling carbon monoxide
I don't know how it works but Google suggested it to me. I don't know anything about it so it's out of the way

20
Sleeping pills
The best way to die. No disadvantage. No pain even if slow death. Gulp half the bottle with lots of water. And then just lie down. Eat at night so no on gets suspicious. Peaceful death

**Alright now don't try this at home. I've wrote the poem as a fun write
My first fun write.
Enough is enough
Don't tell me there is true love
No, I don't wanna hear such a disgusting stuff

True love should be independent
Wholeheartedly aligned; not indented
Lovers shouldn't feel indebted
For the love they co-invented

"I love you to the moon and back"
"The stars are the witness to our...
rhythmically beating heart"
"For you only; my heart' beat forth and back"
Well, all those might just be brutal lies
Lies and lies; until those lies have no more space to lie

Okay; tell me; what is this thing called love
Isn't it the combo of loyalty and trust
Accompanied by stuff like affections and such
Why do we still search for more;
Shouldn't love be sufficient for us?

Well, love doesn't always stand true
Cos' everyone you give you heart to
Will break it in different way
Some will break it into two
Some will trap it to a close-edge cage

Some will throw it into the wildest zoo
Some will manufacture hell out of you
Some will shatter it to the tiniest atom
Some will turn it to the sourest alum

At the end of the day
You will find, that love is two-faced
Cos' it tends to not be enough
When it isn't beneficial at all

When you fall in love
You'll become a sage
The sky above
changes to a poetry page
And then you'll see
The stars as ink
Forming galaxies
Of rhythmic rhymes.

Your lovers' smile
will give you wings to fly
Looking to her pair of eyes
Will feel like paradise
A kiss from her
Will make your plane crash-land
Without being harmed

She/He'll be all your need
at that time indeed
But soon you'll find
That love for cash
And stuff that shines
Supersedes all of that
Especially if you aren't a good looking guy
With urbanic style

And she'll leave you behind
For that good-looking guy
And become the wife
Of that corporate guy
Who's got phat yard
At the country side

And then; you'll be there
Feeling despaired
Towards yourself

But all I want to say is this
Love Isn't always what it seems...
Sometimes; it's overrated
Sometimes underrated
Love is way beyond
Kisses and touch(es)
There's this emotional bond
That can't be swayed
by anything you can name
The feelings that you can't survive
If she isn't a part of your life

So, did you feel like that
When you say he holds the key to your heart
And when you stare at her
Do you feel like Aargh; she's a paradise on earth
Do you love her more; than you love yourself?
Do you feel secure; when he wrap you around himself

Does he make you feel safe and secure?
And she' the sunshine in human form?
Do you taste forever on his curl lips
When your two hearts clipped
Does he arouse you mentally
Does she inflame you spiritually

If she makes you feel more
Than you ever thought you was
And he prioritise you above
Every creature in his world
If he does; then I'll conform
That; that is true love
Nite Jan 2015
We creep through the forest carefully so as not to make a sound
The beast lifts it's enormous scaled head, looks left and right and goes back to its slumber
To his death are our fates bound
Confident that we'll slay him with a superior number

The thief flanks the beast to the right
The chevalier to the left
Together with 2 masters of elements we will eradicate this blight
With our weapons poised and ready to strike this beast we will best

The fight is long and gruelling with advantages going both ways
With horror I see my companions succumb to their fate
My friends sacrifices shall not go to waste
Only the beast's death will my wrath be slaked

Finally I see the beast flagging as I cast spell after spell
When suddenly I realized that my body has lost its power of motion
With a great big roar, a fatal blow I was dealt
Flaws in my abilities has the beast proven

I look at my hands and watch in horror as the lack of light signifies death
"Aargh" I screamed and the wife runs in looking at me with concern
"My controller's battery has died" I cry in distress
"And I forgot to save my game for the past 2 hours! There goes my progress totally burnt! "
Thank goodness for autosaves!!!
mark jarrad Sep 2010
"I'm fed up of this"
The skeleton said
As he lay in his grave
"I'm bored being dead !"

"I think i'll get up and go for a run
I've been here for years !
And it just is'nt fun"
" I'll call on my girlfriend
And see if she's in...
"Being dead's helped her diet
She's got really thin !!

So he bent up his arms
And gave a big push
"Did you hear that"a voice said
From a nearby bush !

Two boys were out playing
When they heard the sound
" BOO " said the skeleton
As they slowly turned round
"AArgh " screamed the boys
And broke into a run
The skeleton laughed
He was just having fun!

They ran from the graveyard
And into the street
They were running so fast
That smoke came from their feet !

They did'nt stop running
Until they reached their front door
Then rushed to their mum
To explain what they saw
She said as she laughed
" It's not real what you've seen"
Someone's played a prank "
Well it was ...Halloween !

            Epilogue

What became of the skeleton
Running around ?
He got chased by some dogs
And never was found.
Ah! Men

              Aargh! Men

Armed men
  Harmed men
   Jarred men
     Marred men
      Scarred men

Scared men

****** men

Their men
Your men
Our men
                                                        
                                                           AMEN

©pofacedpoetry – Billy Reynard-Bowness (2018) – all right’s reserved
In remembrance of ALL who died in conflict
SammyJoe Jun 2020
My love I can be adaptable
I’ll mould and shape for you
Quite frankly only if you asked
I’ll do anything you want me to.

***** Pretty >>I << promise
to n.E.v.e.r
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My ❤ for you will c>o>n>t>i>n>u>e to GROW
my.luv.without.   [you}   .is.a.k{ill}er
Only
my veRsaTiLity for you brings me
}: woe :{

Without you Dark I am truly empty
The vacancy in my hearts always void
You pull at my strings like a puppet
But deep down I love being toyed.

Humour the times we share are hilarious
How on Earth can I live without you
Your the topping on top of my pizza
And the laces that tie up my shoe.

Oh Rhymes my flow when I’m with you
Is the easiest thing that I can do
Around your presence I’m never blue
I know you feel the same way too

StiCKy CaPs I LovE YoU ToO
YoU MeaN ThE WorLD To Me
So SWeeT anD CapTiVaTinG
My HoNey You’LL aLWayS Be

Free Verse your always being you
And I like that your forever buoyant
Sometimes you leave me wondering though
Could there ever be a you and a me?

Random I think I adore you best
Aargh! Wait this is hard I can’t choose..
To win the hearts of all you skills
Is something I don’t want to lose

Joyful Joyful I adore thee
What’s it that beguiles me?
Lyrics for a hymn before ye
And skills of all ye poetry.
Aa Harvey May 2019
Paradise Gone


Sun is shining, weather’s cold;
My broken soul will not let go.

I am dead whilst you still live;
How could they just let this be?

Save me please from everything,
That they have sent to hurt me.

I do not deserve this, please;
I only want to live.

Atheist, didn’t believe, is now heading for Hell.
Aargh this place is scary and what the Hell’s that smell?

Is that a corpse? My God, my God;
I’m buried with the dead.

My God, my God, my head, my leg;
They shot me in the chest.

I see myself, my broken shell,
Just lying in the dirt.

In limbo is where you will find me;
Before I find out what I deserve.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Single


I saw you today, for the very last time,
I waved you goodbye and wiped the tears from my eyes.
I wondered, would I see you again?
But inside I knew the truth, you were gone this time.


Pain is all I have to remember you by now.
The sunshine has gone; all I see now is dark clouds
And happy couples and smiling faces…
Aargh!
Why is everybody so ****** happy?


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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