Death And Love (A Hybrid Poem of Nephilim and Man)

A poem in the style of The Trumpeter and Crown The Devils, with its own twist like a tornado.

Death And Love (A Hybrid Poem of Nephilim and Man)

 

(A Hybrid Rhyming Poem)

Part 1; Shapeshifter At A Masquerade’s Ballroom Dance With Death

Stalking the plastic netherworld planes of the psych ward, I waltz ultimatums of melancholy polyphonic armadas

I feel like I’m on top of the world’s end, at the bottom of the barrel, trying to make a new beginning even though the shows over

I try to read between the lines but all I see is a blank page even if it’s metaphysical silver soliloquy improvisational archangels ricocheting divinations’ obliteration

I see the sun rise and fall, creeping in the dark

Banished from the skyscrapers enslavement

Punishing the cloudy outcasts, stealing their thunder

I bleed Rivera's garrison of amputated polymerization amplified byzantine

Tantalizingly intangible cannibalism of ammunition’s apparition

Phantasia deforestation deprivating Mesopotamian euthanasia

Rearranging seraphim in the heroine maelstroms of harmonious pheromones

Pharmaceuticals of nebulous heavenly excavated hyperventilating scintillating melancholy Holocaust

Doppelgängers sarcophagus of psychotropic phosphorus carbon monoxide metropolis

Of cosmopolitan halogens diabolical Necronomicon’s pentathlon

Part 2; Ragnarok The Heaven’s of Limbo

Metallurgist hurricanes permeate extermination

Insurgency vertiginous Stygian sugarcane bloodstained

Annunciating unravelling stratospheres gallivanting malachite electrolytes

Of phantasmagorical metamorphosis

Of kaleidoscopes incorporeal pandemonium

Expurgatorius harmoniously matrimonial homeostasis

Of clandestine extraterrestrials pestilential in their nomadic onomatopoeia

Ejaculate radio static caterpillars aphrodisiac antagonistic

In their chrysalises photosynthesis synthesized by labyrinthine alabastrine eyes

Of Godlike lazurite shackled bright to shadowed cataclysms

Umbilical primordials born from pandora boxed in Apocrypha

Amongst homunculus undertakers of electromagnetic prosthetic Armageddon

Mechanokinetics resurrecting manifesto exoskeletons

Of metallic valkyries alchemists

Of psychodynamic avalanches of incandescent parthenogenesis

Reanimated by transient hippocampus extravagant megalomaniac Jerusalem

Of translucent crucifixion of euphemisms hallucinations excruciating

Reincarnated phantasmagorical orchestras of bioluminescent sepulchres

A resurrection schizophrenic as the heavenless world enders pentagram omnipresent

In their sentient inter-dimensional renaissance of Ragnarok

Part 3; Maple Tree

Parhelion belladonna enveloped relics indelible

Hallowing in the comedy of life’s solitary dichotomies

Hollering archaic imitations of damnations’ domains

Of creationism from the aether of a maple tree

Apathetic to the setting sun who fuels the paraplegic phoenix of

Its crimson photosynthesis

That set fire to the wind and rained tattered wings

The remains of angels abandoning Nirvana in shambles pampered

In their houses of stars just to fall so I could make a selfish wish

Yet fail to reach its grandeur, or the stars, or anything but a purgatory of dreams

And the sheening gleam of cold steel chains, as I hang from them

I still have wings

The golden dawn has not melted

I am nothing but cold silver willowed pavilions gilded in pillaged guillotines

Of my umbilical biblical strings of birth regurgitated

I am cold as the surface of the dark-side of the moon

Cooked in the fire of my heart like daylight summer sun scalding my follicles

Diabolical in another worldly holocaust that they call life for the eldritch man

With a deadpan in bedlam hanging by a thread spanned

In the new genesis of earthly revenants crammed

With themselves their nemesis their felonies of angelic fellowships biting at their lips

Chapped as the corpses of their own metamorphosis

Forfeiting the magnum opus

Orphaned to the orchard of incorporeal orchids

Forward into the sacrilegious flow of the afterglow’s halo of braille cremation

Left cold expiring naked bold iron the low liar is sacred

Burned at the stake-redhanded as the Ten Commandments oath

Gathering calamity’s canon our own humanity’s slanderous betrothed

Part 4; Overcoming Sadness

Sang the salamander of the last avaricious note from the cavernous throat

Lavender loath of avengers’ own

The Nephilim patterned psychosomatical avatars of a Babylonian throne

Cast out into this world, abyssal in the furl of a spiral’s woe, hoping to watch the endless spires

Twirl like windmills of syllables vilified by biblical pride

That doesn’t know yet how to die

Or ask itself why

Still intertwined

Biding time

Alive

 

Part 5; Why?

 

Dried in the silenced

Scythes gone violet

Wifes of tyrants

Vice of hymens

Iced goliath

Poltergeist survivor

Just a nihilist

Death sounds quiet

Every fibre

Waltz with sirens

Asphalt giants

Why would violence

Hope to dilute

Ivory spires

Wyvern lilacs

Every childs’

Wildfire

 

Author's Note

What is a hybrid rhyming poem, you might ask? Well I'll tell you. Over the past two years of work trying to perfect rhyming until every word in every stanza of a poem rhymed with some other word in that poem, I came up with what I call Pure Rhyme Poems. My own style of poetry that hopes to be as purely image and sensory-based as I could make it. So much so that the overpowering flow of the poem would give one intense daydreams of the words of the poem. Once I believed I had worked to understand my own flow and imagination, I worked to do the opposite, by writing poems that would use simple yet powerful words. This time, I tried to find meaning over sound bonding, which I was previously interested in within purely rhyming. Sometimes I could come up with several layered entendres, other times it was difficult. But I always wanted to put the two together in perfect unison. Meaning, and complexity. Imagery, and double or triple meanings. Eventually, my wish to put the two together brought me to a conclusion. The result was the poem Crown The Devils. This is my second attempt at this style. I call this form of writing Hybrid Rhyming Poetry. It was very difficult for me to get to this point, but I know there is still so much to learn. The style is still rough around the edges. Maybe in a few years, it can be both smooth, and sharp, both simple and many meaning'd. Complex, yet flowing. That's my intention. I'll give it my best shot. Feel free to do the same.




I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This was so good. I loved the artwork and how you used the language. You made the words danced to perfection. Myth and tale is my favorite. Thank you for sharing the amazing epic journey.
Coyote

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Happy to share Coyote, thanks for reading! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[barleygirl]

When I saw "rhyming poem" I was already thinking about what I was going to say about THAT, but then I see your authors note, explaining it, & that's a very interesting way to understand your process & your poetry! I really enjoyed reading your explanation. I think of your poems, not as "rhyme" per se, but just playing with word sounds & aligning words that have a similar sound -- you are an expert on doing this, like nobody I've ever seen. Other people play with word sounds, but using more elemental words, not the complex multi-syllabic words that you use. Some of your pile-ups of words with similar sounds are so astounding, I stop reading & just examine how you did that.

There's another thing . . . I was noticing that you use a small subset of words in every poem & many times these are words that have a medical connection, such as hippocampus & things most people never think about, so they don't end up in poems. As I thought about this, I was also thinking how there are certain words that I use over & over, which are related to nature, & that's the world I know, since I live alone in the wilderness, so I have lost touch with many words that relate to the things people know & do when they live in cities or around lots of people. So I was thinking how you may have a set of words that you often reach for & these are not the words most people would be familiar with, becuz they're related to your life experiences. I just never noticed this about anyone's writing & now I'll be noticing it after thinking about how it comes out in my writing & yours.

Last but not least, I love it when you offer a showcase of your different styles. It's interesting to contrast your different styles to each other, but also it gives us an appreciation for the complexities of the different ways you do your poems (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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Don't you think he writes so uniquely... I've commented before that he has his own invented style, it's stunning how he does it. In fact I'd say this is his own genre.
Although I loved the poem but for the first time I didn't know what to say. Only a little difference between me and Margie is she understood after reading your authors and I forgot what to say after that...😂.
I think I agree with all that she just dared to type, I didn't dare since I didn't know what to say but this is it.
Proud of you...Keep writing Jack.

[barleygirl]

You have managed to pay BOTH of us a huge compliment at the same time & I thank you for that! ((HUGS)))

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you both, it really means the world to me that I get to hear all the support from you guys. I promise to continue to improve as a poet as time goes on! :)

[wordman]

you`re probably a lot closer to being real than being a poem

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thanks for reading!

[wordman]

you`re welcome