Red Bursty

To drown these thoughts ugly

I count how I love thee

All clowned and just clumsy
And hound you uncontrollably

The quill, she get thirsty
To kill, without mercy
Her well of red bursty
To spill with cunning poetry

Sometimes -- when I'm sleepin'

The rhymes, they come creepin'

My radar's gone beepin'
And lines come seepin' happily

I been gone -- but the mission's
Still on, and I'm wishin'
This song is convincin' you
It ain't the last of me

I bent crazy - my eyes

They went hazy - I tried

But got lazy - the tide

Was overpowerin'

I fell bushed, and unsteady

I shushed, and got ready
for pushin' up daisies
Laid down and threw the towel in

But I'm goin' -- no fear when

I'm Poe-in' Shakespearin'
The flow that you're hearin's
Just a troubador

You want sexy - I'm on it

I'll erect thee a sonnet
And hit every component
Until you beg for more

- Poet

Sonnet - Blood Rose

The Blood Rose is a pact, posthumous kept:
    An oath, perhaps, though closer to a curse
        Twixt lovers who presume their love trancend
All odds and struggles, sorrow's tears bewept --
    A promise not to line the Boatman's purse;
        To stay behind and on their love depend,
        To love and be loved, passion without end.

The drawback to such deals in darkness made
    (If I be true of word and wise of age),
Is once such debts are called to be repaid,
    Most regret the fine print on the page:

"Should thy word be broke or insincere,
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."

- J.

Sonnet - Regret

I take back the stuff I said before
    it was stupid - I was being dumb
        please don't let this be the way it ends
I can't make myself gag anymore
    my vision's blurry and my face is numb
        I think I pissed myself (don't tell my friends)
            I've no time for a note to make amends

I'm sorry to have made my life a mess
    And doubly so for steeping in my ills
But if this be the last, I thus confess
    I was the one who swallowed all those pills

It's not my time yet -- and I'm not prepared
oh god please please I'm so fucking scared

---

© J. Cambridge, 2017
   

Sonnet - Eyes in The Dark

No peace exists in darkness. Only noise;
    Cacophony of whispers, jabs and leers,
        Threatening to drown me in my gloom...
Abandon all hope, clarity and poise --
    Suffer through the nightmares and the tears,
        And cower in the shadows of my room,
            Praying not to meet a grisly doom.

 Sleep could never come - it's tough to say.
    Insomnia's a fickle bitch like that;
Mind unraveled, reason worn away,
    Despite my rolling out the welcome mat...

Eventually though, to sleep I'll fall,
And then perhaps I won't wake up at all.

---

© J. Cambridge, 2017.

Sonnet - Eyes in The Dark

No peace exists in darkness. Only noise;
    Cacophony of whispers, jabs and leers,
        Threatening to drown me in my gloom...
Abandon all hope, clarity and poise --
    Suffer through the nightmares and the tears,
        And cower in the shadows of my room,
            Praying not to meet a grisly doom.

 Sleep could never come - it's tough to say.
    Insomnia's a fickle bitch like that;
Mind unraveled, reason worn away,
    Despite my rolling out the welcome mat...

Eventually though, to sleep I'll fall,
And then perhaps I won't wake up at all.

---

© J. Cambridge, 2017.

Runt of the Litter/Hunt of the Ritter

Eulogy – Emily Elizabeth Howard, 1963-2017

 

Here lies the body of Emily E --
So tragic and awful -- so pretty was she,
Brimming with kindness, the purest of hearts,
Bright and scholastic, a head full of smarts,
Famous throughout the whole Isle of Birdwell
Right to the day when her life went to hell:
Frail little body left broken and scarred
Found in a hole in the Howard's backyard...

..We gather here now in a sorrowful prayer
For the poor little girl in the grave over there
Remember her fondly, and let not our grief
Cloud our devotion or test our belief;
Make no mistake: Our poor, innocent friend
Fell prey to the demons and met her cruel end --
So let us find courage, my dear synagogue,
And hunt in God's name for that hellish red dog.

----

- © Jack C., 2017.

Seven Sins of Snow White - 02

First, the one with medical degree;

Smarter than the others, thus implied,

Tasked to find the secrets buried deep:

    "Such beauty cannot stand. I order thee,

    Put to work thy science and thy Pride,

    Dissect the little trollop in her sleep."

 

Ordinarily this wouldn't pass,

But pride gives way to hubris, after all;

    As witch peered through her magic looking glass,

    And Snow lay still, a sleeping porcelain doll...

 

Yet just as Doc prepared his evil chore,

A sudden ambush knocked him to the floor.

---

© Jackson Cambridge, 2017.

Friday's Child

Dainty Wednesday Addams
was as pretty as a peach,
Collected sharp and pointy things
Wherever she could reach,
Stored them in a shoebox,
smiling with her perfect teeth,
And left the box to gather dust
till Friday the Thirteenth.

 You see, my little boos and ghouls,
It was a special day:
The anniversary weekend
When her parents went away.
So little Wednesday's noggin
Sat beneath her braided hair,
And thought up dark and twisted things
To do while they weren't there.

 And right away, her little mind
(being somewhat bent)
Began to wonder where on Earth
That awful Pugsley went...
And then she knew the perfect gift
To greet Gomez and Mother,
She'd cook her family dinner:
Roasted Rack of Little Brother.

---
 
- © J. Cambridge, 2017.

Seven Sins of Snow White - 1.5

The briefest note, before the tale's begun
So as to cast our dwarfs in proper light;
No purer group of seven could ye find --
    Resisted all they could (well... all but one),
    Told the gnarly hag to fly a kite,
    But dwarfs aren't quite the magic-wielding kind;
        No sooner were their kindly souls maligned.

 Each one of them'd fall gladly 'pon a sword
Than hurt Snow White -- but to their gruff chagrin,
    The witch's hatred wouldn't be ignored;
    Their purest deeds would turn to acts of sin.

 Obey they would, but with a poisoned heart
(Except the one who tore the rest apart).

 ---

© J. Cambridge, 2017.