Vampire (edited version)

We have a saying over here about public transport that says ‘you wait a long time for one to come along and then two arrive at the same time’.

This is why with Charlie’s permission that I reblog for your scary pleasure another Vampire themed poem.

And if I might add… it’s gooood !!

Go check out his other work here.

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I am the vampire in your life, causing the pain and supplying the strife.

Sucking the marrow from your core and helpless soul,

Taking your life,

And consuming it whole.

No cross nor spike, nor illumination light, will help you against,

 My worry, my pain,

My plight.

I am the vampire who takes control, contorting and reshaping your helpless soul.


Hold your bible close, say your prayers, you’re in this nightmare now,

With all my worries,

With all my cares.


The vampire you see is not me, it is a mirage of the man,

 I used to be.

And feed I will on your burning light,

Consuming and fading,

Your inner might.

But stay strong, resist my will, fight back and battle still.

The night is long,

As they say.

But have faith in me,

And bring back the man,

I used to be.

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Spiral Vampire

I’m a big fan of the Vampire genre so when I read this how could I not ask (and get permission I might add) to reblog this.

A great collaboration of imaginations in poetry. Go check out their work over at Caribou Crossings and The Art of Making Spirals.

Their Fangtastic. Sorry couldn’t resist.

Caribou Crossings

I’m hungry for you
my tongue rakes my teeth
searching for any last vestiges of you
(for the aftertaste of the aftermath
for the memory of the spiraling path)

finding none but a faint whisper
I find myself flying to you
stealing up behind you
(on wings of silent leather
with fingertips as soft as feathers)

my nails scratch furrows along your spine
leaning in close
inhaling your scent
(the smoke left from the last cigarette
the perfume choking on its last breath)

that soft place just beneath your ear
licking my famished lips
I lower my face and gently suck
(the last traces of the clementine
the taste of raw touch, soaked in brine)

there, right there, along your neck
(where still waters run deep
quietly, painted red, underneath)

nip and suck, lick and kiss
as you begin to sway
giving in to my fervor
your heart racing…

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To Boldly Go but no Kessel Run

For ‘T’...  Spanning two centuries Travelled the future and past The Starship Enterprise A vessel that surpassed   From the end of her nacelles To the front of her saucer The pride of Star Fleet When the time came to launch her   Armed to the hilt Her weapons were many With torpedoes and phasers …

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Here's another of The literati mafia's Sunday Poetry Prompts that I had some fun with. Again I've italicised the prompts in the poem for you to see. Hope you like, Sanctuary It stands tall for all to see The shepherd watching the flock A proud monument among cathedrals Strong, sturdy, secure, safe   Its architecture built with …

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She Came From Nowhere

Another challenge met, I'm beginning to like these little challenges. This one, over with our fellow compadres at The literati mafia, was to take three suggested Poetry Prompts and put them in a poem. Just like that. So here's my attempt, first published on The literati mafia. The prompts have been slanted (that's italicised to the professionals) …

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Freddy’s Coming for You

Hey you Guys and Gals, this piece is inspired by one of my favourite movie collections. No prizes for guessing what it's called. And what ever you do... Don't fall asleep! Freddy’s coming for you “Freddy wants to be your friend” Don’t you be a fool “Come on, be nice to Freddy” You know he …

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