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"tammy" poems
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 obliterated was mans world as we know it Destroyed Barron and dead When the moon turned red This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Jan.10, 2014
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
When the Moon turned Red
Loves shadows and hates fire Whisper softly my hearts desire To a cold dead moon As the old demons howl The ground in terror will tremble and shake A bloodless murderers hand Into my steaming cauldron is thrown Long toothed Blue bats wing from northern caves Mixed with enchanted grave dust stolen from the fairy land Out of my blue colored feather covered bag A tiny sticky yellow red eyed frog One shiny two horned pinching beetle That will bite no more Into the *** Three long gray hairs from a rabid dog I sing the song humans fear The notes fall upon frightened ears My words travel deadly and silently A venomous arrow into the night Laying upon my victim A fine coverlet of blindness By spell removing their sight Loves shadows and hates fire Whisper softly my hearts desire To a cold black dead moon As the old demons howl The ground in terror will tremble and shake Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby September 9,  2015.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
Shadows and Fire
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 distorted evil frightening faces Are masked from human sight As they pass you with indifference Grinning and nodding Moving left to right However Without warning As their vicious appetites call Growing hungry for souls In the silence of the night They gobble up foolish sinners they encounter That disappear forever from sight So the next time you have the desire to dine in the evening Take a  moment or a second or two Remember faces are not all they seem A demon may be sipping a martini, While smiling and sitting right next to you This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
Demons
Royalty She dwells in the sea- green palace of her father The mermaid swam alone on blustery days The seed of the water god Neptune and a river nymph Her beauty blind the sun and his morning rays On days of boredom She swam with the white dolphins Riding high on heaving rolling waves Other times with Omura's whales dive deep Or play in a red coral reef bay Tickling blue ***** that walked on the sandy bottom Exploring the dark octopus caves Floating often with the deadly jellyfish Keeping her scaled tail very still Or wiggling through the raging currents of the ocean With the graceful ribbon eels The day passed passed She became weary Came time to rest her head Returned to the flowing green kelp palace And did sleep on a starfish bed All Rights Reserved @Tammy M Darby August 2013. All Material Stored in Author Base
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
The Mermaid
What do you think  xy would do? If he dressed in red and high black shoes. One fine summer day A = B met Exactly alike in elements Produced their own sets With a ... Everything keeps on going. Out jumps { }, Nothing is showing. So natural numbers are the same as counting What other kinds are there? Tell us quickly please The tension is mounting Did you say members or elements? Are there many? What a find. Infinite or finite sets, Numbers in a line Taking the time, Oh woeful occasion. The struggle of learning Mathematical expressions. This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Oct. 22, 2014
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
Mathematics
On the molded plastic black keys Tip- tap tipping away   Smiling wickedly With self-satisfaction Words deliberately in a sociopathic array Crazed Eyes agleam Thoughts rambling across the planets In and out of reality Both far and away Each letter vibrates with its own life The deranged wordsmith's release So the clicking and typing Systemic vacant sounds Never seem to cease To the mad poet The combinations of descriptive words Overpowering Promotes the disease Hypnotizing Beguiling Calling in a sweet voice To the mad poet In letters A to Z This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M Darby
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
The Mad Poet
The yearning gentleman journeyed near and far Hoping to acquire his long-sought heart's desire Pictures carefully painted from a copy of a euphoric time A multitude of young memories drawn from an aging mind From storybooks he conjured up the delicate princess and the pea Next came the white-eyed fairy beauty sailing deep lavender seas Red headed was the other with eyes of fire Nought satisfied his slowing blood And hearts desire Life with a light kiss Sprinkled upon him a touch of madness and sublime Flung before him mountains with invisible peaks to climb Sympathetic were the gods in their mercy In forever withholding the knowledge Alas there were no princesses to rescue And no more fire breathing dragons All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Aug. 8, 2018
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Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
No more Princesses and Dragons
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 Despair 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 This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base.  All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M Darby
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 6:34 PM UTC
The Fragrance of Despair
I had Joe Willie from jump. The Jets were off the chain Baltimore benched Johnny U cause he knew the game. And played it too. The AFL was full of bells and whistles.Speed kills Three yards and a cloud of dust. Get real coach. We shootin rockets to da moon. High tops . Cmon pops. Change the guard. Them people ain't done nothing to me said Ali. Da Nang ain't my thang.  He was the greatest. Still is. The Haight was great.  Oh yeah Kent STATE. 1968. Open the gate to the house of the rising sun. Joplin. And Jimmy. Marvin and Tammy. The Doors and Hair. ****** in the air What rhymes with Agent Orange...... Nothing.
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 1:16 AM UTC
Age of Aquarius
They are checking their list and checking it twice Making a note whose leaning left or right The CIA is coming to town. They know when your cheating on your taxes Checking Facebook they know when your awake When your smoking Humboldt **** Or chatting online with the Russians So knock off for goodness sake With hidden accounts offshore Track and keep score They know exactly who you are voting for The CIA is coming to town. OOOOOOOOOO you better watch out You better not shout You better be good Check under the hood ( boooom) The CIA is coming to tooooooooooooown Dont panic........ its Political Satire folks @ copyright Tammy M Darby Sept. 6, 2018
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
The CIA
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 cold body with the stars of sadness As I bathe in the moonlight of madness This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
I bathe in the moonlight of madness
Happy Valentines Day If Venus child Come loves melody sing I shall break the bow And slash the string If he dare to infect me Trick my heart into desire Seasoned on a spit he will be Roasted in a blazing fire Conniving Whisper sweet nothings in my ear Tear off his wings Turn my eyes from his tears Not by the all the gods decree Will I commit my love to another Binding his mischievous hands Return him swiftly to his mother My warnings are clear Unheeded Towards me he point the arrow His last sweet breath This cherub shall inhale Never more see the morrow This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base.  All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
Child of Venus
The black horse of nocturnal dreams That of which the cursed angels sing The black horse Of man's design The black horse of untold times Braided mane fiery long and flowing Riding into the darkness all knowing I am that which feeds the demons fear Hidden in a blind man's tears The black horse of lost tomorrows The ghosts of suffering and sorrow Thundering hooves of the written word The sound of blood trumpets can be heard Bringer of nocturnal dreams That of which the dark angels sing. The black horse with deep earth eyes Vicious wind of the people cries The black horse of lost tomorrows The ghosts of suffering and sorrow        The listener of your agonized screams The bearer of your darkest dreams @ Copyright Tammy M Darby  3/6/2016
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC
The Black Horse
Sung to the tune of: I'll Be Home For Christmas Oh, I got fudge for Christmas, from my daughter-in-law. I whined and begged, til I got my way, and I'm not sharing it. Ooooh, Thanks for the fudge for Christmas, I will repay this deed. It was suppose to be homemade, but she bought it all from See's. oooooh, I got fudge for Christmas, and you can count on this. By the time, I eat it all, it will be on my hips. Oooooh, I got fudge for Chriiiiiissssstmaaaasssss I'll be seeing it in my Dreeeamms. Dedicated to Tammy, My Daughter-in law.
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Dec 17, 2010
Dec 17, 2010 at 2:13 PM UTC
I Got Fudge For Christmas
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 jewels of the dead Bleached 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 This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
The Beautiful Demon
I love my younger siblings lots: having one sister and one brother. We keep ourselves in our thoughts, because we cherish one another! Tammy is my sister's name, while my brother is then Tim. I love keeping our pics in frame(s): both sibs look great to me, so slim! We're chatting online so much: keeping each other up, of course. Usually loving to keep in touch, together, we're kept: a strong force! On holidays, we stay back at home: to play games and take tons of pics. We're all kept together in good zone; our hearts are all definitely so fixed!
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 12:07 AM UTC
My Two Precious Sibs
I am a sculpture Of life' beautiful scars Frightening when viewed too close Perhaps better glimpsed at from afar Twisting wounds Healed over scratches The heart entombed by loves hand Blood covered latches Oh masterpiece Of  intentional cuts and scrapes Purple raised blue bruises Hidden carefully from the world   I employ delicate spiderweb curtains And my sleight of hand illusion's It is only the bearer who understands Where the deepest wounds are hidden Bitter tears in a deep bottomless chasm The unforgettable kiss of affections contusions    These shadows must never be loosened Forever restrained even by deception Guarded by spiderweb curtains And sleight of hand illusion's All Rights Reserved@ Tammy M. Darby  Jan.13, 2013
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
Spider web curtains and Illusions
As the Thunderbolt God Jupiter Saturn’s brother Pursued his loves in disguise The Goddess Hera sat upon her throne Irritated and plotting Gazing with angry jealous eyes Oh, courageous intelligent Athena ****** Goddess of the hunt Dare the foolish to cast eyes upon her unclothed Under the sentence of a tortuous death Its said by many she was not birthed But sprang surprisingly from her father’s head The lovely Aphrodite Would melt the hearts of many a man Who would offer up their life For but a faint touch of her hand The Light God Apollo admirer of the word, reciting poetry Pluck the gold lyres delicate strings While the sea god Poseidon’s twelve daughters Mermaids Dressed in dripping seaweed began to sing Ares of the bold god of war Feared conqueror and great warrior Planted flowers As was his custom in the spring Artemis in fervent haste strung her magical bow For it was pursuit that stirred her blood It flowed through her veins Aged Roman wine Running stags through shadowy woods The gods of the Kings The Gods of the people To whom many sacrifices were made Lived thousands of years beyond the lifespan of man So, say the storytellers of olden times and past days All right Reserved. Tammy M. Darby. Jan. 31, 2019 All Material Stored in Author Base
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
The Gods
In the hours of cold morning mist Come schizophrenia and creativity's loving tryst Their offspring Irrational thoughts of course insist Madness is preferable to reality Often desired and endlessly pursued Come forth The golden hours of light The nebulous darkness Cowers with weakness and fright   Irrational thoughts laughing insist After much consideration Madness is preferable to reality But the night must have its say Its arrival announced by the falling of the day   Naughty children Irrational thoughts unyielding insist Madness is preferable to reality @ copyright Tammy M Darby October 21,  2018.
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
Madness is preferable to reality
The night descended upon the day Inhaling the goodness Smothering Murderous Diseased and dark .Mankind swallowed down the perverse evil and sickened Desperate for the emotions once felt No longer remembered That will once more warm and quicken Dead jaded hearts, Rose from their bank's angry rivers Now rocky dry brooks The ocean overcame the land Islands sank to sea beds below The earth furious heaved and split The coals of the sleeping volcano's were lit Humanity shivered in moldy damp caves Counting their once thought endless days No longer gods of the earth Of green rich ground Or untouchable stars The world was falling apart This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Oct. 8, 2014
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
The World was falling Apart
The battle ensued Between combatants heart and mind As loneliness whispered softly Of tenderness In cooing song and rhyme The brain issued a stern warning Of heartache and the ache of sorrow The turmoil of the soul And the price The wrath of storms coming Love ignored words of caution With little thought of consequence Forging fearlessly and foolishly ahead Igniting a small spark Accompanied smoke trails in the night Long ago thought dead Glowing orange blue flickering embers Soon a smoldering burning fire Did awaken from memories long sleep The emotion Desire This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Dec. 26, 2014
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
Desire
Of woman's strength Feminine emotion Novice poet of rhyme Wandering traveler in time A skilled hunter I am an outlaw Choosing not to embrace conformity Or integrate into the system Societies matrix The definition of normal Existing uneasily on the fringe Confederate born Southern bred I fly my flag with pride overhead Not out of hate To represent the heritage of my birth A scholar Obscurity is my chosen environment Connoisseur of the written word The yellowed paper soon obsolete   These are my many attributions I will not dispute it Indeed I am a maze of confusion In the conscious world I am a strange combination All Rights Reserved@ Tammy M Darby All Material Stored in Author Base Sept. 2013
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
I am a strange combination
One can only imagine The height and peaks That may be reached Until the chase begins Off dreamland you go The smoke is offered to all Who seek this elusive creature Possessing desire to gaze into its eyes Chasing the Dragon Rare nectar for the mind It may only be found In the gray fog of sweetness Within  swirling curls of smoke Carefully hidden The dragons yoke For once tasted Forever will you crave the hunt So as the rest I chase the dragon Through out the universe and time My life never more be my own Tall mountains I will climb In my quest to ensnare the beast Chasing the dragon This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M Darby
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Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 11:42 AM UTC
Chasing the Dragon
Rest your weary body Drink from my golden goblet The most delicate and finest of wines A potion of wild raspberries, bitterness and jeering contempt Assault the light that dare not shine It is the elixir of a dispassionate heart If you possess no fear Taste the confectionery of sadness call Where love frightened evades approach Upon remembrance of the long dark fall Sip from the golden goblet Taste the cruel sweetness of pain Damnation to those who denounce the motive behind the actions Until the bed of anguish you have lain But these rare wines have no equal in quality Defiled by evil and cursed with shame The unquenchable thirst for blood taints the golden rim As the murderous night slew the rising of the day So lift high the golden goblet and drink   An immortal taste of time Accompany me into the world of melancholy Where is served the most of exquisite wines Come close now the hour when words become whispers Demanding recompense for the crimes. All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Feb. 8. 2017 Written for the Monster
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC
The Golden Goblet
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 This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
The Witch