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#NGHW Winner of the Poetry Challenge!

20 Tuesday Jun 2017

Posted by Nina D'Arcangela in Authors, Dark Fiction, Poem, Poetry, Writing

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Julianne Snow and I were fortunate to be invited on as guest judges for the fifth challenge of The Next Great Horror Writer Contest hosted by HorrorAddicts.com. Here is a sampling of the wining poem by Jonathan Fortin – A Warning on Wings.

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This is just a taste of Jonathan’s poem that will be featured in an
upcoming issue of Sirens Call Magazine.

A Warning on Wings by Jonathan Fortin

His prayer was drawn in blood, the circle like a door

He sat beside the threshold, book open on the floor

This will never work, to himself he sighed

But he was so lonely that every night he cried

He was a somber man, not blessed with good looks

Hated by his village, he found solace in books

Tonight he stripped naked, legs crossed, arms spread

He whispered the words that from the pages bled:

“For you I’d be the greatest that I could ever be

I would do it all, anything you ask of me.”

The circle was no prison; he did not seek a slave

Nor mindless copulation, which would bore him to the grave

No, he sought the thing…

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A Poem by Mark D Davis – Adult content #erotic #poem @markdavismusing

28 Saturday Nov 2015

Posted by Nina D'Arcangela in Erotic, Poem, Poetry

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He watched the scene below
Everyone was moving slow
Gathered round him in a swarm
“It’s recent, the bodies warm”

She’d been so beautiful
He thought
Everything one would need
Had been surprised at the speed
He’d fallen for her charms
Ended up in her arms

The dance, the kiss
Her lips, dancing tongues
Promise of bliss
“Come home with me
I guarantee
A time you won’t forget”
She let him touch
Feel how wet

He went with her
Without a care
The consequences unaware
Stripped bare
An awesome sight
Drew him in
Gripped him tight

And as she took him
Like a dream
Came together
He heard a scream
Realised
It was his
Never had it been like this

Transformed now
A frenzied feed
She drained him
Of blood and seed
Now from above he sees her there
Can’t resist her hollow stare
Her grip tightens on his soul
Then dragged towards the waiting hole
“Your future now
To serve me Welcome to eternity”

© Copyright Mark D Davis


MarkDDavis

About Mark D Davis: From his blog – Musings in my mind
Growing up in Australia, I have always been a keen obsever of the people around me and from schoolboy fantasies about my teachers or the older girls.. or whichever superheroine was around at the time, my mind never stopped coming up with scenarios that inevitably ended up with a mess somewhere. None of these fantasies were forgotten and as new experiences created new fantasies, and with the rich tapestry of new people I have met along the way I started to write these fantasies down, sharing both my erotic stories ,poetry and various other musings on life with a small circle of friends and now with you . I hope you enjoy and follow
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SMILES ————:-)
Mark Davis

Blog: Mark Davis Author/Poet – Musings in my mind
Facebook: Mark Davis
Twitter: @markdavismusing
Instagram: markdavismusing

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Reblog: Expression in Sadness – by persoinpoesia2015

18 Wednesday Mar 2015

Posted by Nina D'Arcangela in Poetry, Reblog

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Expression in Sadness

by persoinpoesia2015 – March 18, 2015

Sad-eyes-tears
She stared with a sad heart
She watched her world falling apart
With all the thoughts that lead to love
Why does this world hate so much
A child born with an innocence from birth
To live where war is the ruler of earth
All the pain trapped by her eyes
Flows the tears heard throughout time with cries
Gone are the memories told from yesterday
Draining the color of emerald from her eyes that stray
With sadness that takes her will to stay
Her heart crushed at the sight that took her hopes away
The sun ceased to rise with its purpose for life
The moon ceased to glow with its peaceful embrace of love
The stars ceased to shine with its hope for a future
The world ceased to live with conviction
The heavens ceased to bless with benediction
Expression in sadness from the last living Angel
Her eyes cry as they weep fatal

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Reblogged from Perso In Poesia 2015 

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Reblogged from Horror Author Joseph A. Pinto’s blog.

20 Saturday Dec 2014

Posted by Nina D'Arcangela in Amazon, Authors, Charity, Dark Poetry, Song Lyrics

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Dusk and Summer, Joseph Pinto, Nothing Else, Pancreatic Cancer, Poem, Poetry, song

Reading over one of our authors blogs, I came across this little gem. It’s not horror, but a song inspired by a visit to a cemetery…

Nothing Else

Gazing out your window
Your cemetery of hope haunts your moments
Ghosts beneath your lids once your dreams
Tonight will be a long one
When you can’t reach pass your means.

But I’m the rain streaks your pane
I’m the soft breeze stirs your curtains
I’m the lone star in your dark sky
When nothing else remains.

Just outside your window
Your cemetery of life steals your darkness
Ghosts beneath your lids once your dreams
And tonight will be a long one
When you can’t breathe pass your means.

But I’m the bird sings your song
I’m the soft kiss on your full lips
I’m the one ghost never have left you
When nothing else remains.

Oh I’m the rain streaks your pane
I’m the soft breeze stirs your curtains
I’m the lone star in your dark sky
When nothing else remains.

Yeah tonight will be a long one
But I’m the one thing to count on
When nothing else remains.

© Copyright 2013 Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

Visit Joseph Pinto’s blog at JosephPinto.com – he’s running a giveaway for several Amazon Gift cards through Janyuary 1, 2015, in association with his book, ‘Dusk and Summer‘ and his blog, ‘Purple Hope‘. Here are the giveaway details!

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Reblogged: A Poem by Susan Koenig

19 Sunday Jan 2014

Posted by Nina D'Arcangela in Authors, Cross Posts, Poem, Poetry, Writing

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baking, Blogophilia, gingerbread, Poem, sassyspeaks, silky, soft, stretchy, Sue K, Susan Koenig

The Artist for Blogophilia Week 47.6

Poem by Susan Koenig

So captivating,

I wanted her to be mine.

Ripe and ready for my caresses,

her curves aroused me,

her texture enticed me.

She was a Beauty, definitely no Lady. 

***

I introduced myself.

Her smile  melted my soul.

She needed me as much as I desired her.

She was the one.

***

I set the scene.

They call me the Artist.

***

I know all the right places,

between her joints,

and her head,

from top to bottom I gingerly  ignited her core.

***

Soon she smoldered,

she was so hot.

The center of my being heated in return.

I took myself in hand.

***

Her eyes glowed,

her hair stretched silkily and lit up the black sky.

She moaned,

urging me to go faster.

But pleasure is meant to be prolonged.

Patience my dear, restraint.

But she would wait no longer.

***

Finally with one last keening scream she collapsed.

Her pleasure baked  my heart.

just as I released my own red hot flames.

***

DOWNTOWN BUILDING BURNS

***

Fire, I love you.

***

Susan Koenig copyright – aka Sassyspeak.wordpress.com
Written for
Blogophilia Week 47.6 Topic: Silky Soft and Stretchy
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2 points) Incorporate “the smell of gingerbread baking”
(Easy, 1 point) Include 2 animal character names from a Disney film.
 

Sue will soon be publishing her first collection of poetry and 100 word shorts (drabbles) – be sure to keep an eye out for it! She’s a talented writer, a lovely lady to know, and a devoted follower of
Pen of the Damned.

You can find her at SassySpeaks – Writing Creatively One Word at a Time

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Three Holiday Treats from Jaimie Engle

17 Tuesday Dec 2013

Posted by Nina D'Arcangela in Amazon, Authors, Books, Kindness, Poem, Poetry, Writing

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Candy Cane, Christmas, Christmas Miracle, Clifton Chase and the Arrow of Light, fiction, guest, Holiday, Jaimie Engle, Poem, Short Story, Twas the Morning Before Christmas

Don’t be too surprised, but I do actually read and interact with authors who write more than just dark fiction! Here are three pieces of Holiday cheer written by Jaimie M. Engle. And don’t forget to check out her middle grade book, Clifton Chase and the Arrow of Light, after reading her Holiday treats!

Jaimie_EngleCANDY CANES
by Jaimie M. Engle

Candy Cane’s kiss
on a Candy Cane tree.
Candy Cane you
and a Candy Cane me.
Peppermint stick
with a Candy Cane curve.
Lick up straight
then your tongue has to swerve.
Red hugs white
in a cellophane twist.
I hug you
then I wait to be kissed.
Mistletoe Mama
and a Mistletoe Pops.
Candy Cane kissin’
ain’t never gonna stop!


‘TWAS THE MORNING OF CHRISTMAS
by Jaimie M. Engle

‘Twas the morning of Christmas, I woke from my sleep
and listened for voices, but heard not a peep.

My parents, still sleeping, but I couldn’t stand it.
I jumped from the floor, on their mattress I landed.

They slowly awoke, and I ran to the tree
to see shiny wrapped presents there waiting for me.

But dad in the kitchen, just reading the news,
and mom making coffee.  What was the snooze?

Didn’t they know I had waited all year
to unwrap my gifts and be filled with cheer?

I think that they did as they smirked at each other,
my dad laughing softly, a wink from my mother.

I sat on the couch with a pout on my face
while bacon fried loudly, then eggs took its place.

They made me eat breakfast.  They made me digest.
I waited and waited while they took a rest.

And just when I thought that my head would explode.
My parents stood up, and then I was told,

“When we were young kids we both had to wait
to open our gifts after we cleaned our plate.”

“And when you’re grown up, you’ll do Christmas stall.
Now open your gifts that we bought from the mall!”

As I dug in those boxes with glee and delight
I was glad that they hadn’t waited ‘til night.

I decided right then not to stall my kids thrill,
‘though I’m sure, like my parents, I probably will.

Merry Christmas!


The Christmas Miracle
by Jaimie M. Engle

This holiday season my husband and I are broke.  Not just because the economy tanked and prices rose either.  Sure, that didn’t help, especially since my husband’s profession until two months ago was commercial real estate in one of the hardest hit counties by Freddie and Fannie.  The whole area almost lost their fannies.  When the income stopped he decided to go back to school. Why not, right? He’s an amazing cook, but he wanted to learn how to be a chef, which was fine with me so long as he had plenty of homework.

So this holiday began with my husband taking a huge pay cut to become a full-time student. He found an internship under an Executive Chef paying just over minimum wage.  I’m a full-time mom, wife, housekeeper, tax consultant, taxi driver, and dog trainer, and I found myself making half of just over minimum wage.

In October I started worrying about money for Christmas.  My husband said not to.  He has a gift for letting things roll off his back, and focusing on what he has control over, in this case going to work and bringing home paychecks.  I, on the other hand, have a tendency to freak out, even though I’ve discovered everything always works out.

I decided to use a different approach than either of our personalities gravitated toward.  I prayed God would send money our way, unexpected gifts out of nowhere.  I figured this was the same guy who multiplied five fish and three loaves to feed 5,000 people lunch.  Money to buy presents for my two boys and husband should be a piece of cake.

On Black Friday, I joined my mom in the herd at Walmart, not at an obscene hour, but early enough to snag some deals.  We scurried amongst the shoppers, feeling the eminent deadline of the end of sales looming over us like Thanksgiving gravy.  I had my list, had checked it twice, and grabbed the games and toys I needed, and a few other things that struck my fancy.

I charged these items on my credit card.  With only six hundred dollars in debt and a fifteen hundred dollar allowance, I decided a few hundred dollars for my boys to experience a wonderful Christmas was fair and still responsible.  We would continue to pay over the minimum each month, and eventually pay it off as things picked back up.

One-hundred and fifty dollars later, I was nearly done with my list, and I had been blessed to find incredible deals and bargains.  I went through my gift closet at home and found nearly everything else I needed for the rest of my family, along with tons of free magazines from Delta Skymiles, which I sent to grandparents and out-of-town relatives.

I prayed that each time I opened the mailbox I’d find those unexpected checks. But they still hadn’t come.  Then, my grandparent’s card arrived, and I smiled, knowing the standard fifty dollars would be inside.  Imagine my expression when I removed a check for two-hundred dollars!  I was now fifty dollars in the black after my shopping trip.  So that’s why they call it Black Friday…

I used the unexpected cash to finalize my shopping list. I should have felt like my prayers had been answered, but I still had my doubts over whether or not that check was my Christmas miracle.  It was too easy to justify my grandparents were just feeling generous this year.  I guess I was expecting a bigger miracle.

Two nights ago, while my husband was at work and I was playing with my boys, there was a knock at the front door.  I figured it was the little boy upstairs coming down to say hello.  Instead, my UPS guy stood on my front walk.  My neighbor two doors down works late, and since I’m often home, the UPS guy has been leaving her packages with me almost monthly for the entire year.  I use these encounters to encourage him and he thanks me for saving him the trip back, leaving my door each time with me saying, “God Bless!”

So there he stood, a week before Christmas, and I prepared to sign his board and take her package, spending the rest of the night wondering what was inside.  Instead he handed me a card, once again thanking me for all my help over the year, reminding me of all the time I’ve saved him by taking my neighbor’s boxes.

I smiled at his thoughtfulness, wished him a Merry Christmas and my standard, “God Bless.”  I closed the door and opened the card.  Inside, I found a beautiful note and a twenty-dollar bill.  I fell to my knees.

That was the miracle I’d been waiting for.

So it wasn’t about the money after all, but rather the thoughtfulness of one life touching another, as a chain reaction, and everyone giving of their heart. I truly understood, for the first time, the meaning of Christmas, while I enjoyed a piece of chocolate jalapeno cheesecake my husband created, you know, to help him with his homework.


Visit Jaimie on her blog at jaimiengle.com

And don’t forget to check out her middle grade children’s book:

Clifton Chase and the Arrow of Light

CliftonChase_JaimieEngleClifton Chase couldn’t possibly know the mysterious arrow he finds in his closet will lead him to the year 1485. Two princes need his help, but why? Carrying the Arrow of Light, a weapon forged from the Tree of Knowledge itself, Clifton is led on a journey to face fire-breathing dragons, kidnapping by merpeople, and a final battle, which will end the War of the Roses and the reign of a tyrant king. Will Clifton discover his purpose on time and save the day? Or has the arrow chosen the wrong boy?

History clashes with fantasy in this middle grade adventure story.

Available on Amazon


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Forgiveness

21 Friday Jun 2013

Posted by Nina D'Arcangela in Poem, Writing

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Forgiveness, healing, hurt, kindness, love, Poem, Writing

A beautiful poem; a very special gift. This was written for me by someone I love dearly.

Forgiveness

Did you ever feel so bad
Wish you could take it back
you can only feel sad?

A line crossed
No way back
Your heart and stomach tossed.

A special person breaks your heart
So stupid, so careless
Where do you start?

How do you get over the pain
Of such insensitivity
What is there to gain?

Anger turns to great sadness
A pain in the pit of your gut
So much madness.

No one wins
What’s the point
Take it on the chin

Forgive we must
To not forgive and to hurt back
Is not the way to win trust.

Dry your tears
Put away your fears
And start over again.

Thank you, I love you too…

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Reblogged from Blaze Mcrob – Your Harlot Weeps

22 Monday Apr 2013

Posted by Nina D'Arcangela in Authors, Poetry, Rages

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ADULT, Blaze McRob, destruction, Earth Day, injustice, mankind, planet earth, Poem, Poetry, rape, Your Harlot Weeps

ADULT CONTENT WARNING!

This poem went up on Blaze McRob’s Tales of Horror today in honor of Earth Day!

Today is Earth Day. Let’s stop the rape of Earth Mother! Now!

Your Harlot Weeps (This Is A Poem For Adults)

Your Harlot WeepsA virgin yet, she was sweet and pure,
only wanting her gifts to share;
asking ‘naught in return.

Your harlot weeps.

You came along, this mighty man, intent on harm,
not caring for love, your greed your God,
taking was your game.

Your harlot weeps.

Your manhood shoved into her gash,
you twisted and you turned, ’til blood poured out,
a raging river, and still you did not care.

Your harlot weeps.

Deeper, deeper in you went, a wicked smile upon your face.
Your thrust was brutal, causing pain,
but were you not the Lord of all?

Your harlot weeps.

Devastation was your job, a task you handled well.
And soon it was that your sweet lady,
was dragged so close to hell.

Your harlot weeps.

You fucked her over, of that I’m sure,
her face no longer young and sweet,
having now a sad, gray pallor.

Your harlot weeps.

She can not return to days of old,
it is too late for that.
But yet there is still chance for her to atone.

Your harlot weeps.

The oceans rise and take out cities resting on its shores.
Volcanoes blow from deep within the core,
and crops go dead from salt and heat.

Your harlot weeps.

You rush and try to flee her wrath,
but that she’ll have no part of.
You had your chance, yet you would not see.

You harlot weeps.

And now that sweet revenge is hers,
your hope is lost and gone.
She is the winner now.

Your harlot weeps.

For Mother Earth, fucked high and low,
is getting the last word, as bastards fall and die,
their reign here now is through.

Your harlot weeps.

But yet she cries, her spirit broken,
for all she ever wanted, was peace and joy upon her lands,
and now that will never happen.

Your harlot weeps.

Blaze McRob – “I wrote this poem two years ago. Today is Earth Day. As you can tell, I abhor the raping of Earth Mother. This is the perfect day to post this on my blog. We can not constantly take and not give back. The language is gritty, but it must be. Nothing less will do.”

You can follow any of the links on this page back to Blaze McRob’s post.

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Precious Death by Jack Wallen

07 Friday Sep 2012

Posted by Nina D'Arcangela in Cross Posts, Dark Poetry, Horror, Pain, Pen of the Damned

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originally posted on Pen of the Damned August 28, 2012

Tell me something secret

Whisper into my ear

Make love to my damaged sorrow

With your self-defeating fear.

What little light you brought to life

Is forfeit now and ever

We’ll dance a twisted spider walk

To begin a new endeavor.

My rusted blade it dives and twists

Between your filthy breath

I’ll carve for you a new beginning

Some delightful precious death.

Weep now, my dearest lovely bones

Your tears I will consume

And before your light is extinguished

I’ll waltz you to your tomb.

~ Jack Wallen

Visit Pen of the Damned for more dark, angst driven writing; and a link to Jack’s on-line profile.

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