misnomer moniker - original poem

misnomer moniker

I curse 

the emotional warfare

eternally amongst us

suppressing us all

from the truths 

of the universe

hidden under the guise

the misnomer 

the moniker

of D - S - M

see truth supersedes

any diagnosis

no matter how formal

or self-constructed

it is just that 

some of us

prefer the gems

tucked away 

in the folds of the earth

while others 

angle their heads 

solely toward the sky

necks crinkled

knees buckled

eyes blinded

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16460654-misnomer-moniker-by-Colvet

cellar dweller - original poem

 

cellar dweller

The cellar dweller 

is he who has wisdom

and it has been prophesized

that he who holds wisdom 

dearly to his chest

in a little locket 

of loved ones ashes

wonders not of the beast

and desires not 

to ever witness his true form

for nothing in Hell

lives without man’s consent

all that is evil

must become shackled 

by fateful retributions

scribed in colored lights

woe onto you

the cellar dweller 

if it is truly he

who gives the beast form

in fervent shrewdness

for to contemplate evil

is to bring evil home 

and I regret to inform you

all the lights in the house

seem to be on

visible from the sidewalk

good luck tonight

lonely cellar dweller

amen

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16459445-cellar-dweller-by-Colvet

witch cap eyes - original poem

witch cap eyes

I mix

my heartache

with plastic

packets of creamer

and syrupy

mocha swirls

paranoid

and detached

in 7-11

breathe in

grimy

guttered

lightning bolts

stinging

like a pus-filled sty

atop my swollen

witch cap eyes

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16470380-witch-cap-eyes-by-Colvet

L. Sprague de Camp Covers #1

L. Sprague de Camp is one of my favourite early SF writers.  I personally think he does a great job linking sci-fi with fantasy concepts in his works.  Also, you can feel the words of his texts exuding a massive amount of knowledge of how the world works.  I also really enjoy his short stories, maybe even more than his full-length novels to be honest.  Can't say that about many authors.

Let's look at some of his amazing cover variants here!

crystal blue ashtray - original poem

crystal blue ashtray

my modge podge

coated

crystal blue

ashtray

sleeps with all

the ashen bodies

featherily

asteroidal beings

tainted

with inhales

of love

and exhaled

exultations

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16471047-crystal-blue-ashtray--by-Colvet

Name That Author #9

A very notable author here....really changed the game with horror fiction and Zebra cover art.

State your guesses below!

morda - original poem

morda

this forest

is filled

with creatures

of my lord's court

you may lose limbs

before sunrise

for this forest

is filled

with violent faeries

willing to help

on my mission

to destroy

all that you stand for

all that is pure

to please

the pleasant pageantries

playing in my Lord's mind

a thespian

of mental gruel

and medieval

celestial sorcery

I am the huntress

and you are the hunted

my precious one

I'm the captor

who will find your hiding spot

air you out

and give you up

to Satan and his crew

to serve our mother in the afterlife

and appease our father's death

for the realm of Morda

will forever live on

in generational spirals

our paths will cross

once again

as all that is enslaved

eventually does

at the bottleneck

gate-cover in the sky

we all need to comply

open it

mosey our way inside

for Morda

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16474020-morda-by-Colvet

goalkicker - original poem

goalkicker

boots boosted

brain fried

running out

of borrowed time

simulated sincerely

stuck in a locket

with a lace

made of sticks

protecting

preserving

narrow

neural passageways

plausibly

possibly

providing something

with the power

deceive me

tug me along

a nodal cord

towards something sweeter

something strong

and much feistier

than yellow Listerine

in the misty

morning fog

or the decaliter

of moonshine

we use to soak

our tainted

trespassing feet

sanitizing each step

for the sake

of eternal rest

to share

a piecemeal with

the motherly

milkweed muggle

made

from tumbled traumas

and jangled cajoles

and disbelief

in the deeds of dust

or the power of fault lines

since everything my son

is so deeply

interconnected

feel the currents

wash our hands clean

be free from

locked doors

and narrow

neural passageways

let your toes breathe

in the wisp

of the Earths crust

silently shedding itself

continuously

beneath our feet

in a little sphere

drifting through infinity

kicked

by a champion

goalkicker

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16474936-goalkicker-by-Colvet

garbage man - original poem

garbage man

I'm the garbage man

who works with

the demon of death

you know why they call

my co-worker

the demon of death

don't you?

its meritorious 

he's been employee of the month

for ages now

didn't you see his portrait

of shadowy demise

aligning the hallway

leading to the main lobby?

He's skilled

I presume -

at collecting trash

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16476110-garbage-man-by-Colvet

Chester Anderson Covers

Chester Anderson has some of the strangest stories and covers to his name.  Let's take a look at a handful of them here!  I posted a couple of variants as well to show the diversity in his cover arts.  

off and away [haunted] - original poem

off and away [haunted]

where are all the boys

who dream on Murakami pillows

and drift into lucid seams

of Toshio Saeki illustrated scenes?

who are the boys

who ponder on canvas

scratched by Francis Bacon's being

the boys haunted by ghosts

possessed by something else?

full apparitions

and all in-between

watch your step

as we descend

into darkness

to play with glass jars

on wooden shelves

housing eyes, ears

noses, and throats

protected by insecure

unsettled beings

not yet willing to plunge

pushing what's possible

trusting the colors splayed

standing on an alien star

drifting off and away

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16477885-off-and-away-haunted-by-Colvet

golden fliers of Ireta - original poem

golden fliers of Ireta

the Anthropocene

of Medellin

warns readers

of the golden fliers of Ireta

with their own stinky sunshine

and deformed parallelograms

of barely undulating fringe

dripping wet sheets

in a dark dripping forest

the outsiders

can sneer all they want

pentadactyl development

is not an anomaly

it's just one of nature's

little conundrums

we all have our own

cryptic flaws

watch us have our day

we need infrared beams

to penetrate

the eternal cloud coverage

over the land of colored lakes

their torsional ores

and underground mineral stores

test our sinews

we must find the old cores

and uranium deposits

too many precious metals to collect

and smith into arcane tools

send down along

distinct capillaries

carrying copper capsules

for the operations of

mothership space

we are not indigenous

to this strange land

we're smelly strangers

the locals are hardly arthropods

shaking my head at this quandary

what pleasant peasantry

enslaved by the command of my riches

stored in a continental basin

with petroleum pools

let the coring expedition begin

well have to dig

around the skeletal remains

on a bountiful

botanical excursion

evaluate your competence

begore taking umbrage

I fear not of the karmic debts

for raping this smelly Earth

and usurping this rock candy mountain

the carrion eaters

haven't come yet

to take away my sinful soul

"ha ha" I say to the naysayers

too afraid of the dragons

on this planet

and interdimensional ghouls

our survey is long from completion

I hate to state

deep sea manganese dredging

must continue

so continue as you were

we'll reach the inland sea

before the last speck of gloom

you'll retire only after a long day

of brutal physical struggle

a series of bright black eyes

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16598159-golden-fliers-of-Ireta-by-Colvet

Name That Author #8

This author has a special place in my heart.  They are actually from the same hometown as me and worked near the Collingwood railyard in her prime, a special place for vagrants and backpack kids in this city.  This one should be a cakewalk (hopefully).  

Hint:  Science Fiction

Name That Author #7

This guy is a gem.  If you following my 'What Are You Reading?" posts on Instagram (@lastpagesofhumanity)....this one might pop out to you!

Hint:  Science Fiction Author AND Musical Composer

Lock your guesses in now.  I will start to post the answers after the post has been up for awhile or you can always email me@ lastpagesofhumanity@gmail.com for further correspondences!

personality hunting - original poem

personality hunting

scrambled frontal lobe

eye yoke; egg joke

spilling into

your blood sausage

and blood-red orange juice

eat up sonny

we got personality

hunting to do

here ---

stuff thus twine

by your bunting knife

well have to tie 'em up

momentarily

but they'll still be conscious

you ready?

when we hang their bodies high

hooves crunched by slaughter hooks

dripping over the Russian polka on the radio

blood twinkling in the fluorescent lights

we'll finally get our revenge

slice these bastards' throats

and reincarnate as toxic toads

his ego got

ran over by a moped in Taipei

on his first weekend alive

don't hunt for the anomalies

seeing from the karmic blue eyes

of god's massive, deformed head

with more freedom than 360 degrees

so never apply linear time

and dualistic emotional mines

our bodily fractals remain

exponentially compilated

by concatenated algorithms

ribbiting at the center

of the lake of Hell

atop the beds of green life

infested with bed bugs and mites

good night buddy

sleep tight

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16596213-personality-hunting--by-Colvet

electric chair [commonplace] - original poem

electric chair [commonplace]

one last request 

before you fry

let me out of this hole

besides the obvious

asshole

well I guess besides that

you should let me fuck your mother

batman

this man is willing to die in peace

the priest proclaims

as I painfully hold

this prick of pain in my 

pruning fist

if any man

shall deny the things

that god puts within him

he must hope

that a blind saint 

shall save all

of those who fry

for the sanctity of my name

I can hardly hear

as the shackles lock in place

and you warm in the pain

of electric chair currents

revenge will be mine

excruciating pain 

all throughout my body

I'll jerk around like an infant

being rippled to shreds

by a pack of vapid dogs

ask yourself

who's the scum tonight

as you puff your Cuban cigar

you're legal scum

that's the only difference between

a single volume 

of legal law

that distinguishes

what you and I do

although oddly similar

we need be distinguished

no matter how purposeless 

as good and evil

god and satan

black and white

are constantly dodging machetes

unsheathing their knives

but even the highest voltage

cannot cook my veins

or boil my blood

cooled by the icy crystals

of her vocal hex

resonating her honey soaked throat

as my body burns the electric chair

and I thrash around in misery

and push the priest's book

out his vile stubby hands

my numbered uniform

is all bloody

I'm making not one noise

head dropped in an electric headband

covering my burned eyes

but I can still see

oh I can still see

and it's nothing but flakes

of white light refracting

off black stones of coal

floating in cosmic clouds

how commonplace

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16588689-electric-chair-commonplace-by-Colvet

Colin Kapp Covers #1

I honestly have not read much Colin Kapp to date.  He has a decent amount of Sci-Fi works published and many of the covers I gravitate too.  I think I will start diving into his work with Ion War at some point unless anyone else has any better suggestions.  Just let me know, cheers.  For now, enjoy the art!

planetary preserver - original poem

planetary preserver

I wish to become

a planetary preserver

a savior to the stars

the one who makes 

America's heart melt

by the slime of creation

and lessons of arduous time

attached to the lecture notes

of a great, esteemed xenobiologist

his quavering handwriting reads

"A plan is only mental

never sure of it's course

but intuition -

it's something else

something oddly variant entirely

a lifeless endless stream

with gushing currents

and no commentary or guide

who can see past the brush

carrying a large machete

wafting and paddling

in endless circles 

of God's watery creation

on our planet yes

but within other species

on distant cores and crusts

not like our own"

damn. 

his words are unravelling

helping me fall into a pit of thieves

only to arise with a golden crown

rubies gems and bars and coins

he helped me find the reason

and those hadrosaur corpses 

were on the other side of the globe

like all the other pioneers

and current greats in the field

but I had a hunch 

an oh so clever hunch

that their numerical coordinates 

we're backwards

opposite

all out of whack

I found my own mountain

and boy did I climb

It was glorious I tell you

even in snowy conditions

and at the top 

the very goddamn alpine tip

I found the dinosaur bones

sitting on a silver platter 

my own sliver of truth

my own reason

for having the privilege

to start each day

fresh and anew

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16585865-planetary-preserver-by-Colvet