Great Cthulhu Posted April 12, 2008 Author Report Share Posted April 12, 2008 Very enjoyable. Jabberwocky in its highest form! Enjoyment of poetry is its greatest reward. Thank you! (You got an extra cup of joe for me?) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Great Cthulhu Posted April 18, 2008 Author Report Share Posted April 18, 2008 (edited) Now we step into the shadowed realms....mwahahahahaha!!!!"I Hunger"The briefest glimpsewinked and washed awayby tears of astonishment,beyond the fragile envelopeI once called reality,has awoken in the deepest chasmof my desiresa hunger.To know what is beyond pale, human sightTo know what lies between the shadowsof midnightI seek amongst these tomes of ancient hieroglyphicsand scrolls of forbidden wordsscribed in pain and firelightawful names loathsomecrawling across my tongueAzathoth, Hastur, CthulhuI call to any and alland pledge to those who answer-I will give to you sustenance,worship, souls...I will offer up the innocent fleshin a Bacchanalian orgy of sacrilegeIf only I may have a boon from you.I wish to dip the merest ladleinto the ocean of your understandinggrant me the knowledge of lensesand prisms to behold sights beyondto veilShow me the pathways to traverse to starsTeach me the sigils seals and mantrasto ensure my successLoosen my mind and eyes to understandalien speech and calligraphiesGift me these things and moreI will be your vigilant servantfor I hungerI need the knowledgeI do not haveFor this, I will ensure your victoryO Great Ones, Hear my plea...I've made a dealwith a coal black manhis accursed eternalcrocodile smilecharred into the visionof fevered half forgotten dreams.Stroking the spine of a horrid-book-Fearing the building anticipationof opening the cover stainedwith unknown compounds splatteredfrenzied rite shaking flamesvoices raised in triumph temperedwith gut loosening fearimpossible voices answering echoingfrom madness twisted etherI open the -book- ancient tanned fleshcreaking protest against rest disturbedmy eyes creep over the first scribbled runesunderstanding absorbed page after pagedays eaten in the rush to know...Now I understand...I hunger.© LeRoy James McKitrick, All rights reserved Edited April 18, 2008 by Great Cthulhu Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qryos Posted April 18, 2008 Report Share Posted April 18, 2008 ~ Hmmm... Tasty! You do have a talent Have you tried your own voice yet? {I intend no insult! It just seems as though you often use another's voice to display your message}What does your own voice sound like? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Great Cthulhu Posted April 19, 2008 Author Report Share Posted April 19, 2008 (edited) ~ Hmmm... Tasty! You do have a talent Have you tried your own voice yet? {I intend no insult! It just seems as though you often use another's voice to display your message}What does your own voice sound like?How I hear it or my recorded voice? Well, I'm a baritone, I have done some choral singing in the past, but mostly sing along with the radio or cd's. I've done open mic and theater in the past but have difficulties in finding time to do it. I do have a challenge from my mother to record me reading my poetry book (she's losing her sight). I haven't really researched much into it, but I do know that she can play CDs or MP3. So I have a couple of options, I just need to figure out how to record with the mic on my computer. Edited April 19, 2008 by Great Cthulhu Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Great Cthulhu Posted April 19, 2008 Author Report Share Posted April 19, 2008 (edited) "It's Pronounced: k thoo' loo"Asleep I'm dreaming listeningI hear you all, echoing awaytingling, tainting my eternal nightunder oceanic fathoms of darknesscrushing downward,relentless pressureforging a nightmare smothering.I won't tell you where,'cause you really can't come by.Sorry, no visitors.I feel your shadows,glistening by in tantalizinghints of flavorforgotten in the rush to taste.Ah, humanity,I will be a lover for you all.So many souls to sever, savorsweet to crush in tentacled fervor.Please, continue to call out my nameon bended knee to wedge my sleep asunder.I just cannot wait to meet you.__oO/||\© LeRoy James McKitrick, All rights reservedThis was written for an assignment- a poem about your online namesake. Edited April 19, 2008 by Great Cthulhu Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Great Cthulhu Posted May 18, 2008 Author Report Share Posted May 18, 2008 "Zen Master"Looking through the convoluted machinationsof man made megaliths to faith,I see ephemeral shadows of historyedited away in the name of religious power.Follow mine eye to forgotten visions...In an ancient cavern dedicatedto personal enlightenment sits many figures,contemplating the impossible, attemptingto wrap their minds around sharpened cornershidden in the depths of the psyche unplumbed.One such figure is dark of skin, hair and eyes;flashing with piercing intelligenceand wondrous kindness.He stands, stretches away countless hoursspent with knees knotted togetherin full lotus, blossoming understanding.A wizened, wrinkled old figure in robes threadbare,notices the change in his greatest student."Jesu, my child, will you leave us now?Has not my guidance on your path helped you?Has the Za-Zen reached the roots of your soul?"In rich tones of well spoken love,a momentous reply is offered,"Master, it is time to travel home.Your gifts will be shared with allin my crusade against the corruptionof heaven's light.I thank you for your time.""Time will not be your friend, child."The newest master bows his headin the acceptance he has always known,worn with the grace of kings."Yes, time befriends no one.I will make love my constant companion."His heels kick up sacred duston the way back to Galilee.© LeRoy James McKitrick, All rights reservedA contest entry on AllPoetry.com; very loosely based on interpretations from the Gospels of Thomas... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qryos Posted May 21, 2008 Report Share Posted May 21, 2008 ~ Oh! Darlin', that's a beauty!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Great Cthulhu Posted May 22, 2008 Author Report Share Posted May 22, 2008 I'm very glad you enjoyed it! Thank you! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Great Cthulhu Posted May 24, 2008 Author Report Share Posted May 24, 2008 "Mr. Tree's Famous Tea Parties"On the edge of a glenshadowed by oak and birch,lives Grandest Fellow Tree.A most excellent squirrel(of bushy tail and welcome smile)whose spring time tea partiesare attended from far and wide.Acorn scones and cattail tea,spiced with a bit of wild mint;dried huckleberries from last falltossed with handfuls of pine nuts;wild onions crushed in mushrooms mincedand for dessert, his famous honeyed barley!His delicate hand in the pantryis well known from mountains to prairie lakeand draws all the woodland folk.Up on the branches of Mr. Tree's oakwill be seen the most amazing things.Mr. Crane conversing ** a doodle doowith ** Crow, Junior.Diamond Back Rattler hissing approvalfor Miss Badger's newest springtime coat,her furry cheeks burning with the joyof being noticed by her favorite guy(she still can't get up the courageto ask for a kiss).Miss Elephant, toenails painted brightest red(for hiding in cherry trees, of course!)relaying the latest gossipwith her enormous circle of admirers.Compliments on the food and drinksweet and heavy in the air,everyone gives their gratitude,to their squirrelly host,ever so anxious to please,for to be extended an invitationto next spring's fling,well hey, it's the social doof the year!© LeRoy James McKitrick, All rights reserved Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qryos Posted May 25, 2008 Report Share Posted May 25, 2008 (edited) ~ Ya need some really sweeet graphics to go with that story! My Grandbabe & other littles would sooo enjoy that with the pics!{ yes Dear, I realise it's not babe intended. But y'do know most children's rhymes were originally political & whatever... } Edited May 25, 2008 by Qryos Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Great Cthulhu Posted May 25, 2008 Author Report Share Posted May 25, 2008 ~ Ya need some really sweeet graphics to go with that story! My Grandbabe & other littles would sooo enjoy that with the pics!{ yes Dear, I realise it's not babe intended. But y'do know most children's rhymes were originally political & whatever... }Actually, this was done more in the name of whimsy than any other reason. This was a contest entry on AllPoetry.com and the contest prompt was a question: "Is that a warthog up in that tree?" I wanted to know why the warthog was up in the tree in the first place, this poem is what developed! After I wrote it, I realized that this would make a fun little children's book. (Perhaps another direction for my literature... hmmm.) Do you know anyone that would be interested in doing illustrations? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qryos Posted May 26, 2008 Report Share Posted May 26, 2008 ~ Who wouldn't whould be a better question! I doodle some, my mother's much better & my son is a graphic artist {tho' he's more into skulls & dragons }I'll send a copy of the piece to my mother & see what she can do. It'll take a while tho'! She's 76 & has M.S. so ya gotta give her time. But she has whimsy!I so enjoy your art! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Great Cthulhu Posted May 30, 2008 Author Report Share Posted May 30, 2008 "Steel, My Mistress"Omnipresent magnetic fieldsmake themselves knownwith sinuous, snaking, swirling tracks,following insulated cables laying blackin steel dust that litters the floor.The shop, a shrine to steelsacred flames used to slice,precise blades of fire.Clamor of cacophony, symphoniesof clanging, hammered steel,a day long hymn to honorthe gods of fire and iron.I dance gingerlywith forces much greaterthan my fleshy shell.My skin sheltered envelopedin leather.-armor for my joys of steel-My eyes at homein green tinted shade, numbered tensometimes nine.Vision shielded from arc raysburning into unseen spectraultraviolet infrared,constantly prying, seekingto caress my fleshwith instant sunburn fingers.Watching staring concentrationseeking elusive, consistentbead formation.Eyes fixed obsessive on the moltenmetal puddle reflecting brightest arc.Pull out then back inlet it fill... let it fill...pull out then back inlet it fill... let it fill...Oscillation machine-liketiming optimal, is the puddlethe same size as the last?Yes, then continue and repeatdown the length of the weld."Spatter, spark and smoke,fire and fume."-my mantra-as I wield lightningin my hands,stitching steel together,sewing with fire.© LeRoy James McKitrick, All rights reserved Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qryos Posted May 31, 2008 Report Share Posted May 31, 2008 ~ Oooo... That is really nifty! {Just a thought? The last line in the 3rd stanza, maybe 'sunburnt'?}You do give me joy with your writing! Thank you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Great Cthulhu Posted May 31, 2008 Author Report Share Posted May 31, 2008 ~ Oooo... That is really nifty! {Just a thought? The last line in the 3rd stanza, maybe 'sunburnt'?}You do give me joy with your writing! Thank you.I am glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for the pointer, I'm quite sure that the light ray's fingers would never get sun burnt. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Great Cthulhu Posted June 1, 2008 Author Report Share Posted June 1, 2008 (this is the first tribute poem I'm doing for members of my group 'Miskatonic University' at AllPoetry. This is for a young man whose group persona is Richard Upton Pickman, from "Pickman's Model" - yes, another Lovecraft story!)"Darkest Life Captured"Ancient places gorgeously dreaming,waking my darkest gifts,arousing the fire of hell in pigment.Nitre encrusted tunnels and warrensdripping far beneath this antiquated town.Neglected, subterranean pathways of the wicked,mimicking convoluted roadsin an accomplished artist's mind.Denizens of these shadowed byways,my nefarious friends (family?) in moonlight,grinning with yellowed canines agleam.Slumped forward, spinal cracking,human derivative, partway down DNA spiralsto slavering, scavenger wolves,with an anatomy of horrific,the physiology of truly fearsome.Taloned hands holding human bones,scraping away at the marrowfor midnight desired meals.Their terribly savage beautydemanding brush strokes,lovingly applied to accursed canvas.Expressions from Hades itself,catching shaded overtones of souls twisted,slanted, unfamiliar,my pigmented testamentto the beauty of horror.© LeRoy James McKitrick, All rights reserved Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Great Cthulhu Posted June 1, 2008 Author Report Share Posted June 1, 2008 This is a tribute to one of my group members on AllPoetry. This is done for Keziah Mason - based upon Lovecraft's "Dreams in the Witch House""Secret Name, Sacred Angles, Signed in Blood"You shall address me as Nahab.My earthly moniker is neededonly in faded pages of history,crumbling to forgetfulnesslost amongst the languid waves of memory.Two centuries have blinked byin my fevered searchfor greater understanding.The souls of Arkham's youngburnt away to bolstermy continuing existence.The gentle flames of lifesacrificed to the bonfireof my growing power,tainted life, age denied.Arkham,mouldering town of yore,bedrocked in misery's wondrous horror.Slightly twisted onesflock here, drawn by shadowy knowledgeand macabre memories to be absorbed, relived.Masses of humanity, most worthlessin their selfish insect scrabbling.A few brighter minds,sparking almost alien intellectualworthy of attention from my master,glorious, primal evil,the grandest Sultan of demonic realms.These rarest fewI gather to my withered bosom,coaxing, guiding, tantalizingwith tempting images of esoteric formulae,(doorways past the mundane)elder magicks founded in truth.Sacred lines and etheric anglesbathed in sweetest violet light.Notations in tomes inked in blood,ancient rituals validatedby the discoveries of man.Non-Euclidean calculus and quantum physicsproviding proof of unknown planesof existence, waiting to be crossedin the journey to my master's throne.There, the chosen ones collectedwill bathe in alien-rhythmed chanting.Tossing away earthly chains and sanityfor the chance to sign Azathoth's register of chaos.Demonic quill dipped in sanguine ink.Their signature a guarantee,I will continue...© LeRoy James McKitrick, All rights reserved Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Great Cthulhu Posted June 3, 2008 Author Report Share Posted June 3, 2008 (edited) "Grandma"My grandmotherwas an intriguing dame.She was overweight and a golden soul,smelled a bit funny to a younger noseand her false teeth really frightenedmy two year old sister.(wouldn't go near her for years!)She raised nine boys and one tough ass girlby herself through maddening povertyin a tiny little town.(eye blink and it's gone,lost behind on two lane blacktop)The breakfasts and conversationsI had with that woman in herdingy little kitchen,(the root cellar door nearby,beckoning with terrifying presencebegging me to go down those rickety steps,just for some dills, dear, turn the bulb on...)watching her in horrified fascinationas she prepared cow tongue, now mute forever.Hearing stories of moonshine uncles,insanely fast deathtrap cars hiked in the back,(to look normal when fully loaded, dear)and the proper ways to bend copper tubing.When I was sixteen,I heard the death knellfor my burgeoning sexuality,slip past those store bought choppers,"You know LeRoy, you're turning into quitea sexy young man."© LeRoy James McKitrick, All rights reserved Edited June 3, 2008 by Great Cthulhu Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qryos Posted June 5, 2008 Report Share Posted June 5, 2008 ~ Dammm... !!! I do love your wrighting so. Thank you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Great Cthulhu Posted June 30, 2008 Author Report Share Posted June 30, 2008 "Tough Ass Dame on Wheels"Totally Rockstar Grandma,motorchair buzzin' slow stylethrough the intersection.Nothin' but green lightsfor you, Sweet Thang!The seventy years of your youthhave proven a rough rideat times, some unprovoked,but not this perfect vanilla day!Your tougher shouldershunched not in defeat,but in Defiance!Shawl wrapped uniformknitted military rank and file.My red light offeringa moment of admirationfor one tough ass dame.I yell out, inside my truck,audience of one impressed,"Floor it, Granny!"You strut your stuffin charged up total battery style.You go girl,You go way too smooth!© LeRoy James McKitrick, All rights reserved Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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