"vamps" poems
Flickering light, images flow by
of cats and vamps and wolves on the sly
the undead tango with the dead
oh.. the books I have not read.
When something happens, something small
turns the whole place withall
popcorn doesn't pop no more
it's all a matter of blood and gore.
For when in the jungle, the quiet jungle
the lion roars tonight
the baser beasts fail to mingle
and move out of MY sight!
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
Jamming jellyfish
Top-Me
((Giddy App Seahorse))
The horseradish on
my lap______
The jolly Jelly
Gefilte Fish
Little help from my friends
How we click the laptop
One dent to Deceive me
The Rock and Rolling
Stomach his smoke went
Like *** Cheese)
he leaves me
The spicy tongue map
Z-Top Zany Chilli Pepper____
your # tap dance tap
Italian top of
the cheese designer skirt
The outskirts of Naples
Her sweet dimples, please
The Islands of Sicily
So many Cheese forms
Terms of Endearment
Mama Mia Murano-Positano
Her lips of Romano Cheese
(To Top Me) Challenge me
Cheese doesn't mix
with cappuccino,
she's the Capri
Ala Denti
Cheese Wiz chair
Mediterranean Wines
Bear men doing low
sips of time
the grisly(Z) pour
The car smelled like
Flight (Top Me) Swiss air
Meet Dominique
How it went La Cirque
Anti Christ Devil Red-bed
cheese mystique
SOS to their notes
PS the junk car in
Midas the makeover
Make-up artist counter
Clinique
I could paint over your hood
Creamy mind put at ease
He's so displeased
New castle disease
Mingling social disease
She's so infectious
ZZ- Top me rock me
Eyes bloodshot you got me
And nevertheless
With twelve and V
V- Vamps tramps
and 14 karats
The French Lieutenant
Mistress Brie with heavy
bite teeth like garnets
Cher turning back time
The burlesque striptease
Come back little Sheba
Z Top Queen of Sheba
I know it's coming soon____?
All Tight claustrophobic
The tight squeeze
Him speaking
Mandarin Oranges
The British Colony
Unique Chinese languages
Her hills, San Francisco
Jack Nicholson
Comedy of China town
The American Women
Smile cheese at the Disco
The food Cantonese
style
Z muscles Hercules
Joan Rivers
Fashion Police
The Cheese of Portuguese
Its the meat market
With his nifty thrifty Neice
All Socrates
(Gromet and Cheese)
Those Brooklyn
workers
The Falcon Matese____*
More cheese Z-Top
Who could ever top
The string cheese
Silken strings became
to rest, I rest my cheese
What cheese fascinates you
Tell me?
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
Sweet liars and their sugar coated lies…
Root from their heart and branch out in the skies…
Their innocent souls and deceptive eyes…
Their polished shoes and branded ties…
In the beginning they seek your attention…
The next desire is your affection…
By recital of their past and rejection…
Either from them or from other direction…
“Don’t sympathies sweetheart, I am a strong man… Okay”…
“My heart comes free with this ring and bouquet”…
“Say yes, my love, we’ll plan a holiday”…
“Let’s go shopping for your lingerie”…
The candles are lit and the dinner is served…
The charm and chivalry is observed…
His scent and accent leaves you unnerved…
He is definitely the prince you thought you deserved…
Ah! And you fall in the trap and love as well…
Dreaming of him and his tempting propel…
You talk of him and his stories you tell…
Of the vamps he dated and your own love spell …
He has your trust and you are happy high…
His kisses and touch you can’t deny…
“He loves me so much” you amplify…
You light his nights like a firefly…
Now when you feel the bygones are supplanted…
The road gets a little slanted…
When you are more often taken for granted…
His fluctuations show the doldrums are planted…
You inspect the change and the causes aligned…
And come across the love texts enshrined…
You feel shattered and maligned…
The way you are portrayed and opined…
You demotion as ex is celebrated with a raised toast…
With his new flame and he playing host…
You embrace your strength with care utmost…
His vows and love , haunting you like ghosts…
You want to cry till you paralyze…
Blaming thyself for this jeopardize…
The arduous task to analyze, summarize and self sterilize…
From these sweet liars and their sugar coated lies…
~Kathaa Kirti
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
BABY vamps, is it harder work than it used to be?
Are the new soda parlors worse than the old time saloons?
Baby vamps, do you have jobs in the day time or is this all you do? do you come out only at night?
In the winter at the skating rinks, in the summer at the roller coaster parks,
Wherever figure eights are carved, by skates in winter, by roller coasters in summer,
Wherever the whirligigs are going and chicken spanish and hot dog are sold,
There you come, giggling baby vamp, there you come with your blue baby eyes, saying:
Take me along.
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You are the song of myself... That's why we resonate. But there is duality... Otherwise we're just ******* ourselves... We're the children of the Big Bang ... When you become the lightening rod for yourself, then we can *** together ... Forever ... Under the guise of J.H.Christ.... Why J.H.? Because there was a J.A., a J.B., a J.C. ... And this time, if we get it right, then we get to live forever zzz
Never get it right the infinite of eternity is hell ... God gave his only begotten son so the vampires would have something to feed on ... Puritanical is impure ... Perfection is flawed zzz eternal sleep... Vamps don't live forever, we do! U and I on the eye... Get to create heaven here on Hades .... in Walt Whitman's my self -->
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
When my mind is at rest I think of peace and blissful things
I see the unfettered and innocent smile of a new babe in arms
Or the Omnipotence gilded arms outstretch showering blessings
The shores of a pristine beach with blue waves marking times
Silver sunset sprinkling magic across quiet waters with no stressing
Or me sat at my fathers feet as he reads engrossed in his charmes
My mind rests easy in places of warmth and enriching lovings
My mind has no space to linger in the murkiness of failings
I do not plunge dark dept to court the uninspiring s in terms
To share company with wretches with wasted mental ecthings
Eyes that see dew in darkness and acrimony in fruitless farms
Voices made for howling dirges and apostles of negative cravings
Demented downers who drink from the fountains of fallen vamps
Satiated miserably they seek to retch their stench on followings
My mind finds the luminous stars and praise their spark-lings
It atunes to the silent melodies of sages who now sleep uncramp
It relishes the delights of the million trillion wonders tinklings
Its marvels the joys of the thousand mothers holding new champs
Can share the lifting dreams of hopes for happy new beginnings
Living is never about waste for the Creator avails no dumps
For a mind that lives and grows in the Light is forever inspired and inspiring
Copyright LaurencA.1stAugust2018.All rights reserved
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
I poeticize, proselytize
Punctuate and pontificate.
I write couplets and rhymes
And I really do it all the time.
I exacerbate and exaggerate
With no desire to intimidate.
I make similes and metaphors
Indoors and even out of doors.
There’s cussing and discussion
And sharp literary impressions
Through diversions, conversions
Allusions as well as conclusions.
And with luck, no delusions.
Just syllabically deft fusions
Of some deferential references
With a deft touch of reverence.
I rhyme thyme with fresh lime
And cardamom with cinnamon.
Sweetbreads and shortbreads.
Chicken bones and licking scones.
Rhyming pumpkins with dumplings
And matching up filets with filberts
Just as cocoa goes well with Kona.
Marmalade can be a good marinade.
I rhyme chrome wheels and automobiles,
Freeway off-ramps and Tiffany lamps.
Cellophane and vintage airplanes.
Flapper vamps and streetwalking tramps.
Also Cinderella coaches and cockroaches,
Nothing is unfair game to a busy poet.
As well as RCA Victors and boa constrictors.
Since I’m a poet, everyone should know it.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:22 AM UTC
I am walking through the mall,
your walking next to me.
we can't wake the baby,
I wish I knew why.
Each store sells something different.
Everything is so complicated.
Now you'r dragging me to a room.
The walls are white, so is everything else.
I'm scared,
I wish I knew why.
There is people all around.
There is about to be a show.
You're so excited.
Why are we here?
They herd us into a room
Now everything is red.
I'm terrified now,
I wish I knew why.
The show begins, it's magical and fantastical
there is magic and tricks.
"Now for our final act!"
Oh **** what's this..?
We all clap, what's about to happen?
"We need only one, and i choose you"
A light shines on you and they come and take you.
I cry and freak out, you need to come back.
I wish I knew why.
"These people they arn't okay!
They want your soul!"
How i know this, I will never know
I see there portal and I jump in.
You're lying on a bed,you're tied up and strapped
"They are comming for you,
they are going to eat you,
they are all vampires. Please baby
let's go."
I wish I knew why.
I grab a magic wand and I speek words
I can't recall.
Now we are back in time, it's just me and you.
I remeber that day,
why are we here.
I wish I knew why.
It's a dance, for school that is.
You ask me to come outside.
I follow you out when a car comes flying past.
We have to help.
We run and stop the car just in time.
Someone comes running we saved the day.
"Hey it's time, time to watch the show."
You look at me excited to go.
I wish i knew why
"Maybe we shouldn't go"
I hate to beg and plead
"But i really need to see"
Thats all you have to say to me
"Why, it's just some horrifying
vamps!"
I scream and shout
You look at me weird, and start to walk off.
But because i love you, I follow real close.
I watch the show and you had a good time.
They didn't choose you and you were just fine.
I wish I knew why.
I'm ****** back into that portal ,
and the world reviels it's secrets
back in the day when you wanted to see them
you didn't, i stopped you
and now your dead.
When i went back I changed that fact.
Now you're mine, you were supposed to be mine.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC
Alacrity is what she exudes,
a passion for greatness,
and she has it,
it,
sublimity,
too many distractions,
too much derision,
or she would already be so paramount,
a DaVinci with the brush,
or a Lagerfeld with the needle,
her beauty is Merovingian,
so humble it vamps me,
me,
a lucky man,
electrified by her words,
and waiting for her touch,
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 10:18 AM UTC
and sitting in the corner of a blessedly quiet McDonalds that is so old they haven't changed their booths to be uncomfortable to sit in, yet and wearing a black dress suited for vamps,
tarnished serpentine earrings whispering in my ears
not yet not yet not yet
speaking also to the stolen ring in my bag
that I am not yet a bougie eccentric
made to burn money and carry cigarette wands
and travel to tangier and have a little exotic pet
until I become more educated, eloquent, work on
my elocution until I am someone, who's someone
that deserves and has the gall to take, and possess
the world's most most beautiful blue wolf fur coat
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
...and she sat at the edge of the bed, talking nonsense as usual
told her to get her things, needed sleep, now this was crucial
lit up a cigarette, taking her time, wouldn’t let me breathe
kisses in tow and my half naked *** just wanted her to split.
Another free bird, bobbing her head, refusing to quit
soaking the sheets without knowing I am already out of seed
you are a duck of another season and winter is not the spring
even if you spring back into my mattress you still gotta leave.
I never promised them the world, but I’m still a man of action
get my Barry White on and give it to them in a night of passion
never claimed to be James Bond if all they want is satisfaction
now if I broke the rubber ducky in 9 months they’d be contractions.
And they always got it and I always kept my Rolling Stones ways
and the more they loved it, they chained themselves to my bed
never caught an easy fish even if I already had them on the hook
I just had to reeled them in, could always tell by the way they look.
So here goes their poem, to the vamps never scared of the dawn
leaving marks on my neck, in the chair, desk, sofa and beyond
widows of solitude, promiscuously married, girlfriends of seconds
the queens of elevator *** that turn my heavenly bed into an inferno.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 4:53 PM UTC
It's 12:38 in the morning
And i'm still not sure how I can sleep
Knowing that The Vamps and Before You Exit
Is coming to Manila on January 30, 2016
And I don't have the funds yet
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
Many are asleep. Many are awake. Some lie betwixt, straddling the waking and dreaming worlds.
Yet all is one. And all will always be one.
The myriad of tendrils extending from the superorganism of Gaia throb as one single heartbeat. This is the ancient way. A tide of lifedeath, receding and reseeding. One recent manifestation of the infinite and her ever-fecund complex of awe and beauty are a small band of lunar vamps gone rogue, renouncing the Order of Crimson Red for Opal White, death's blood for life's milk. Gaia, mother to all living things, has tended greatly to this particular green strand of hers; She wills it forth and it obediently flourishes in response, despite the race of humans and blood vamps and their respective patriarchal death cults of never ending consumption.
Something is afoot. Wheel of time grinds to a halt. The Atman is -now- nudging man and his greed. New epoch emerges. Third eyes wide shut begin to narrow open. Beauty will again retake it's rightful place over the usurper, truth, putting it under her foot. Transformation beckons Earth, parting lips sealed, opening her up, seeding her anew till sleeping snake at sacrum bottom uncoils and slides up, up to be lit, enlightened, ecstatic, rolling milky eyes to the back of the head.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
So this Sorceress,Vampiress-Succubus was the one whose unholy trust,
I had to bust out of,break out from-
like the Queen of the ****** she used Wicked Temptation,
to fool my crew,my man lost his way,
I could hear his final screams as demons dragged him away,
to be a centre stage meal at the next Vampire feast,
but the Sandman would never leave a man to the beast...
So like Blade mixed with Slaine I forgave him,then slayed him,
(New from Weds)he'd betrayed me,but i couldn't betray him,
so to the sweet arms of Morpheus I gave release,
so he wouldn't feel the ever painful touch with no Surcease,
With Vamps gathered on my Left,Ghouls hissing on my right,
The Sandman knew it was time to release the tight,
hold on my soul that kept my own BEAST in check,
time for a reckoning was ripped from my neck,
in a howl,part growl as I began to transform...,
(I've run out of ideas for the moment)-any suggestions are welcome...
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 7:23 AM UTC
Vampires gathered in a Brood
One large group, up to no good
The most bad *** kids in the neighbourhood
The Vamps wear their, hair faces and clothes the same
White pallid faces, all colour drained
Against dark tailored suits of silky cloth
Their hair dark and long, the look they favoured was one of a Goth
The brood smoked cigarettes without a care
And the total look was one of flare
Blue Suede shoes upon their feet, with the Devil inside them made the look complete
When the clock struck midnight, they would all gather
Drinking, singing, shouting, it did not matter
Together they were going to Hell down below
To where the Devil would sell them some poor persons soul
They would hand over the price they had to pay
30 silver dollars would save the day
Then off to their lair, they would track
With the poor person they had bought, upon their backs
First, they would play a little game
Teasing the poor person with a burning flame
The Vamps, they had no shame
And did not need to know the poor person’s name
Next, they would eat a rather large meal
Whilst the person remained tied and at their heels
Knowing that soon their fate would be revealed
Lastly, they would stand the poor person upright
Bind their hands to a post, ensure they were bound tight
Then each of the Vampires would take their turn
To drink the blood from the poor person and feel the burn
As the blood poured down the back of their throats
Their eyes would roll, and they began to float
Such a pleasant lovely high feeling
They didn’t notice the poor persons soul leaving
This time the Vampires had won their game
No stakes, crosses or garlic to slay them and bring their families shame
They continued to feed on the warm blood
Until the sun began to rise, and the light began to flood
Now it was time for bed, the Vampires all retreated
To their coffins in the basement where they would lie
For now, they remain without worries and undefeated
They would use the time to regenerate, regroup
Tomorrow would bring the same
They would group together in a brood and follow the flame
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC
Waking up on the floor,
After going to sleep at four,
To see your beautiful face,
Kind of feels out of place,
The big city really scared me,
But there was so much to see,
I just couldn't look away,
We did more than I can say,
From seeing the Fabulous Fox,
To awaiting the arrival of a box,
The week in Paradise now is through,
I'm just glad I got to spend it with you.
Through the snow and the sun
I had a whole lot of fun
And to know you did too
Shows me your feelings are true
You handled my family like a champ
And my obsession with vamps
In my car, you didn't die
And T-A was never shy
Our across the city march
Led us to the magnificent Arch
With Viking and Blondie we wined and dined
And those Christmas lights really shined
Then you showed me your home
Where cats, dogs, and cows do roam
The whole time, we talked, joked, and kissed
Your hand in mine is very much missed
And all of the photos along the way
Well, an interesting story they do portray
The week in Paradise is now through
I'm just glad I got to spend it with you
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
MODERN *** (AFTER 40)
There’s tramps and vamps, and subs and doms and all these crazy names, They say that *** is much more fun, when you add a little pain,
There’s clamps and cuffs and crazy stuff, and toys for him and her
There’s feathers and there’s leathers, and Hand cuffs wrapped in fur,
There’s powders, liquids, oils, creams, chocolate, fruit, and Ice
There’s **** games, that you can play with decks of cards and dice.
There’s whips and chains, and leather reins and electrical devices
Anything that you could need for all your ***** vices.
There’s groups and ropes, and sneaking gropes, and *** in public places I might try it once or twice, just to see the people’s faces.
My Last girlfriend was twenty nine, she **** near killed me dead,
and I was fearing for my very life every time we went to bed. My new girlfriend is twenty six, I'm already forty five, I'm gonna need ****** just to stay alive! But, maybe I’m just getting old, I don’t need that crazy stuff Or maybe, I just need a girl who just can’t get enough...
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
my computer is tombstone
s'only room for one in this, here, algorithm
i'm done
rumi was on ta somethin - eff zombie werds
shelve that ****
yer yum glistenskin skims my mouth probes
libraries lost easily contained in each feel
makes me undoom this dumb selfieshtick kitsch i do
that kills the mood with two neck wounds incisors apart
feels before syntax
jus thought i'd let you know
*******
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
This is not a dis on the needy but possibly a moment of truth for the greedy.
It's always the same ones with their hand out. Relationship hopping to **** you dry of life now.
Don't give those vampires a taste of your blood. Greedy mother ******* Giving back to no one.
Invest your time in the ones who love. Who bring out the sun and remind you, Your blessed with the warmth from above.
You can't save the ones who choose hell. It's their story to unfold and their future to tell.
I'm done going with the grain.
With all the shame I've put on my name. I've got no one to blame. So I'm breaking free from the pain.
Every days a new start to evolve and grow. Mistakes happen so we don't keep slipping on that same slope.
People take advantage of a good loving heart. Don't stop loving , but pull yourself apart.
Find the rare kind of person who loves to love and make that your reflection.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
Slithering is the sound I hate to hear
On the ground, perhaps everywhere
At the lake, I barely walk near
Hearing the snouts, I wouldn't dare
I love the sea but too scared to be a meal
Of the razor teeth gliders, ready to ****
I've stopped picking coconuts recently
As the buzzing hard-shelled falls on me willingly
Right when I thought to pick some flowers
There came charging angry little towers
Noon is when I sit outside with my hot tea
The silent blood suckers happen to be
Out from their dark little camps
I am really fed up of these stinging vamps!
©sim
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 4:07 AM UTC
Cactus thorns
Skeletal horns
Carcass scattered
As humans mourn
****** sun gleams
Yellow rain pours
Acquaintance realms
Digging in claws
Rock like skulls scattered on river bed
Sewage sunk up water flow
Banks stained in with red
As I look to see below
Shroud goddess on the throne
Ugly face, smuggled frown
Sapping on for her blood thirst
A fresh human lays to rest
A push from behind
I leaped off the cliff
Memories automatically rewind
My body cramped and stiff
With open eyes, I can still visualize
The satanic powers, the spoken lies
The ****** blood sucker vamps
Luring the living beings, in their fangs
Such dream, crawls in now and then
With marks on my arms and hand
I am always stuck on my label "Ten"
And feel my body emerge from the sand...
©sim
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 6:14 AM UTC
here's an ode to midnight drains and
dreams suffocated by pointless comparison
amongst rare forms of being.
in a world of misfits,
comparison steals all joy.
-
in a world of misfits,
who cares if only 1% can relate to the comprehension of
dark & light,
as whole.
who cares when soul outweighs modern roles
played by vamps,
getting hype while you drain.
-
i take hype in doses,
to help me to 'loosen up' at pity parties
where i'd dance if 3D grounds were stable.
but my energy, is it dead?
is it still dying
as i continue to realize my own sense of aliveness?
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 11:48 AM UTC
-there is gil and his
angel dust
from one seraphim to
another-peut-etre!?
(that is horse tranquilizer)
before tea at three and the news
our resident muse
will read a poem from his/
her selected verse
now available at books etc
on the high street
priced 12.99-somethin for
halloween, i believe..?!
the monsters are about!?
circling around..
what do they want?
-we ask the questions!
(they shout..)
blood ******* vamps
evil made of man-
o men..
you want ******* this?
OR that?
your choice..
hedgehogs
little boys
little girls
in disguise
death lives
a-knocking at the door
give us more..
or else..
mad eyed wolf
black or white
reasonableness..
yes,thankyou,and
one more perhaps
will takes us to the
news and weather
(try not to swear,dear..)
lily..
Oct 25, 2023
Oct 25, 2023 at 5:26 AM UTC