Poems

The Ripper

jacktheripper
I made my debut
When very few knew
 
My taste for lust
And a hooker’s bust
 
It was 1888
Money was easy bait
 
East End of London
England’s dungeon
 
First was Mary Ann Nichols
The thought of her still tickles
 
Plucked out her teeth
Right under the night’s wreath
 
Tore out her tongue
To the pleasure I clung
 
Second was Annie Chapman
To her, I was a captain
 
Cut her throat
Like a slaughtered goat
 
Ripped out her intestines
To do this I was destined
 
Third was Elizabeth Stride
She was a special prize
 
This one I did not feed
Plump one she was indeed
 
I did her body what I did the others
But hers reminded me of my mother’s
 
Fourth was Catherine Eddowes
To her I gave several blows
 
Temper, temper, Miss
Cutting her was a bliss
 
Then was Mary Jane Kelly
How I opened her belly
 
As fair and sweet as she was
Slashing her gave me a buzz
 
You see, my day job
Saw women as snobs
 
But at night
Some let me bite
 
And to them I gave my thanks
Down by the river banks
 
As a physician
I was on a mission
 
To show them
They’re to be condemned
 
Never have I been so chipper
To be called Jack the Ripper

The Door

lightdoor

Six days and four hours
It is I whom he devours
 
Drunk one night
Under the club’s lights
 
I accepted a ride home
Too intoxicated to roam
 
First came the sweet talk
So I wouldn’t baulk
 
Then came the hand holding
Vicious plan unfolding
 
A lock of the car doors
Inside the voices roar
 
A knock on the head
Felt as if I were dead
 
When I came to
Dread was all I knew
 
“Surprise,” he said
“My name is Fred”
 
I cried and pleaded
At home I was needed
 
“Too late for that
You be good, you little brat”
 
Dark, damp, and cold
A loose door is outlined in gold
 
Screams go unheard
My vision has been blurred
 
Covered in urine and blood
And shackled in this mud
 
Hope is not lost on me
Should I ever set myself free
 
Up from this slippery floor
And out of that locked door

Asian Mystique

orientalcat
 
My submissive China Doll
Take me to the Great Wall
 
Massage my insecurities away
How I love the way you sway
 
Submissive and shy you are
I’m your one and only czar
 
You are quiet and obedient
Master’s way expedient
 
You’re a man pleasing sex kitten
I’ve been yellow fever bitten
 
My love has a great personality
Special oriental mentality
 
She’s no dragon lady
Nothing quite so shady
 
Never a bore
My lovely Saigon whore
 
I love the way she chimes
Me love you very long time
 

New Facebook Page

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Finally, I created a Facebook page for this site (please “like” and/or “recommend” my page so that I may beef up my online presence!!!).  Part of the reason I did this was because I think some of my friends and family were tired of seeing my (at times) creepy poems on my personal page (which, clearly, are not “family-friendly” and some of my [personal] Facebook friends happen to be children).  And also so that I can post little tidbits that I don’t post on this site (such as articles on writing, etc.).  As you know, I do write children’s poems and stories but, this way (with this new Facebook page), I don’t feel like I need to censor my words.  So, thanks in advance!

Cinderella

citygirl
Once upon a time
In a city’s grime
 
There lived a girl
Newly formed pearl
 
She worked her way
Every single day
 
Among shysters and crooks
All with their hooks
 
Lured by tricksters and thieves
For years of blinding eves
 
No end in sight
Her long and arduous plight
 
Fallen on empty hopes and dreams
Cinderella ran out of steam
 
But then one day
Amidst the fray
 
A fine young prince
Presented a quince
 
Love bloomed like a rose
And then he proposed
 
Made her his queen
Two hearts evergreen
 
There was bliss thereafter
And they lived happily ever after

Lights

edwardhopper
It’s half past nine
Time for you to shine
 
I sit here waiting
For you anticipating
 
There you are
So close yet so far
 
Every night
My eyes burn bright
 
Always yearning for
A knock on your door
 
The touch of your skin
For me a wide grin
 
A pull of your hair
Not just an affair
 
Taking your body
Like there’s nobody
 
Feeling your breath
A thousand sweet deaths
 
Perhaps one day
I’ll come out and play
 
And take a few bites
Under your lights
 
 

Identity Thief

georgegrosz
I’m an identity thief
There are no rules
That is my belief
 
“Be all that you can be”
Stealing crown jewels
Or sipping chamomile tea
 
Man, woman, or child
With my pen
My imagination runs wild
 
Sinner and/or saint
In my works
There are no restraints
 
My life as a writer
Troops of characters
Or single freedom fighter