Chapters close, and new ones begin...
We're way past "Once upon a time," but still the story unfolds...
Keep the book out of the breeze,
For I do not want the pages to turn too quickly...

Dirge

Mournful things—
Dead souls on the cloud-choked moor
The Mist Wraiths seep black chills
Guarding dark graves
Under eroded stones

Grandma B.

I forget about you now
Although you don't even realize.
You are already gone and yet,
I know you linger...somewhere.
Gloria...

Once, like your name,
You were beautiful, lyrical, lively,
Until your melody withered
And they put you in that place,
And shut you away.

You never sang for me,
But I always heard music in your voice.
Your name is music to me yet,
But unsung for you,
Not by the impatient mouths
Of those who keep you, but don't care.

They don't hear the music
In your name, in your voice.
I try to remember the sound of you,
I wanted more time to listen.
Gloria...

Count of Monte Kristin's Poemes: March 2003

1.
The moon shall quake
Whence woman shall
Dance Brutus's face
Into the earth
Should he breathe
His breath o' death
In her Chevrolet's window and
Rain his black plague winds
On her darling body

2.
Mercy Shakespeare!
Methinks thy juvenile ding-a-ling
Growest far too little
For a lady as hot as I

3.
While kindness won't make passion
Your love sugar canst create heaven
For countrymen who take a little sex
In their nightly hot milk

4.
Should the knight knock on foreplay's window
His hard flesh bone shall quake and bend
To take possession of her protesting moon
And such mad fire shall tear through her flower kingdom
She shall sigh for an end to the taboo tempest
As her breasts fling about, and rain sweet milk yonder
This pounding anatomy together shall put urge from him
And when his desire dances unto the stars
He shall cry, "Who's your Caesar?"

5.
Saturday Sonnet for Beth & Kristin

Laughter and rhyme forever sweet this day
Good friends shall know delight this night
And together fight boohoo tomorrow

6.
Wicked Sonnet

Oh cold dark god make such stained flesh
Beware his atheist spirit for he hath plagued emotion
And on this night every black heart shall unite and prance
And guarantee our women shall face the unkindest foreplay tempest
And now he canst kill lawyers
Torture fair Brutus's love-buds
Bring pain unto Denmark
Fling wine onto Chevrolet windows
Have a little boner in some nunnery
And all the world shall know him like a voodoo father

Kristin's Magnetic Poemes July 2002

Eternal plague and blue flesh
Shall countrymen know
If they climb fair mother
Prance in her breach
And revile her love water

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Summer's changing light
Sun far too bright
He done lost sight

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I blesseth the day
When thou did sing
To her milk-white rosebuds
But then climb'd
Into my dark window
Of sublime black passion
And kissed
My chocolate love nob.

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Summer sex
Won't make kin
If she can defend
Her girly virtue

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Realm

Strolling paths to shrouded places
Where dread detours to delights
Where misty meadows meet hidden hills
And daunting dales end in a
Grove of old trees—a leafy castle
For fairy faces breathing gladness
And dragons laughing fire