M Poems
An Hourglass and Sand
by Tammy Darby
Why are the traits of creativity and insanity
An hourglass and sand
Is it an inherited genetic defect?
Or a wonderment of man
An anomaly of nature
A chemical imbalance in the Ribonucleic acid
A minuscule knot in the DNA strands
Many minds revered and unknown don the genius crown
The emotive disturbing creations of Goya’s dark-stained hands
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On the wings of a Black Raven.
by Tammy Darby
Turn yourself from my rage
As surely as I speak it will destroy you
Shield yourself from my glaring glance
As it is a slow but indubitable poison
There is no mercy to be found
In this unforgiving dead heart
No pity present in the chilled organ
No light penetrates the folds of the dark
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Death
by Tammy Darby
Silent and unseen I watched her stop eating and sleeping, broken, she wasted away while her very being crumbled with despair and loss. She became gaunt, almost skeletal, withdrawn, shutting out the world. Lost in a maze of confusion, trapped between loyalty and betrayal, after all he had done, she still loved him. He was neither honorable or worthy of her devotion.
Pitying her and on her behalf I filled his dreams with sobs and cries of suffering, while sprinkling his soul with the light touch of paranoia, and cursed his heart. I called upon him in the darkest hours of the night, as years turned into months, months into days, and minutes became seconds.
The time came at last when I called upon him and trembling in fear, almost meekly he asked my name.
Emotionless and unmoved by the look of dawning recognition on his face I remained in the shadows of his mind said nothing, and stared at him without uttering a sound. His voice tainted with panic and hope for a reprieve, once again asked me, ‘what is your name?
I smiled and in my softest voice whispered in his ear,
'Death.'
All Rights Reserved @ Copyright Tammy M. Darby May 29,, 2020
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The solemn funeral of emotions
by Tammy Darby
I buried my heart this very hour
Far into the waiting ground
It went without a struggle or whimper
And never made a single sound
It is no longer welcomed in this body
There is no warm place to dwell
Fractured and broken
No strength to struggle or resist
This story I freely tell
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A Bitter draught
by Tammy Darby
I drank the bitter draught of that which they call affection
And spewed it from my mouth in distaste
Finding it lacking in truthfulness and loyalty
And a propensity for laying the soul to waste
Again, I brought the crystal glass to my lips
Once more, spew it from my mouth
I found no sweetness in a mixture of false emotions
Of constant lies and doubt
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Continue readingDeath
by Tammy Darby
Silent and unseen I watched her stop eating and sleeping, broken, she wasted away while her very being crumbled with despair and loss. She became gaunt, almost skeletal, withdrawn, shutting out the world. Lost in a maze of confusion, trapped between loyalty and betrayal, after all he had done, she still loved him. He was neither honorable or worthy of her devotion.
Pitying her and on her behalf I filled his dreams with sobs and cries of suffering, while sprinkling his soul with the light touch of paranoia, and cursed his heart. I called upon him in the darkest hours of the night, as years turned into months, months into days, and minutes became seconds.
The time came at last when I called upon him and trembling in fear, almost meekly he asked my name.
Emotionless and unmoved by the look of dawning recognition on his face I remained in the shadows of his mind said nothing, and stared at him without uttering a sound. His voice tainted with panic and hope for a reprieve, once again asked me, ‘what is your name?
I smiled and in my softest voice whispered in his ear,
'Death.'
All Rights Reserved @ Copyright Tammy M. Darby May 29,, 2020
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Condemned to my own living hell
by Tammy Darby
My thirst for revenge was so great
The earth trembled in fright
And in my unbounded fury
Blinded the sun itself
And flung the moon from the sky
The stars fled from their cluster’s sparkling ever so bright
The universe conceded, vanquished, cowered and cried
My anger was vehement
HeavIng forth oceans from their beds
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Political satire
by Tammy Darby
and yes along with my other work I write Political Satire. Have some
My Interview with (Drum role and rockets red glare, bombs bursting in the air) The one.... The Only........ Donald The Ding -a ling- Duck
Viruses yeah, I know them. We have a great relationship. They love me.
This is the virus it's like a wave it may or may not go up or down like this. Watch my hands, like a wave.
They said I should have been a scientist so yeah I know them
The coronavirus is a hoax because I said so.
Sir, WHO has said the spread of the Virus is inevitable what is your response to that after you said we had shut the virus out of the country?
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Fairies and Pixies
by Tammy Darby
Fairies are not composed of all beauty and ethereal gossamer wings
That live in dark hidden glens and sing bewitching songs
It is whispered by those brave enough to roam mythical forests
You can often hear fluttering sounds
and chanting until the sunrise, bright and gold
I was said by the Gervase of Tilbury
They first resided in England its territory being large
Flew across the channel and settled quite nicely in Killarney
Upon hearing the legends of the splendid Irish lands
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