Darkly hue'd requiem

requiem for darkly hue'd nothingness

faceless hauntings with no name

puzzled angst sent on ghastly devil's wings   

ghosts of where crimson songs had hung, 

to distort and betray mind's dimly lit sanity

ravaging each prudent thought in liber

ation's crush 

plunging ceremoniously into another dirge

sans Hallelujah's voracious point of view

covetous in its proclivity for

 gluttonous acquisitions 

sinful penance without due diligence 

unsigned contracts bled humanity's animosity

tempted within satan's lustful strife 

Author's Note

artwork~André Jacques Victor Orsel

captcha~befiled

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

I'm sure my mind is taking this so far off the path you intended (likely telling something about my current state of mind) but I am looking at this dark place of "sinful penance" as life itself, birth being its own death, pulling us away from that Halleluia... Whatever your intention, Frieda, you have painted a vivid dark scene, and made me think...

[Frieda P]

I really enjoyed your interpretation of this one Rita, it's based on a recurring nightmare, but I love where you took it, thanks so much.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good music and amazing poetry. I like the tone of this poem. I roamed the dark jazz clubs and to know the people with nothing to lose. Taught me. All of us are standing on needles and thread. Good visions and thoughts create by the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Ahh you have lived Coyote, thanks so much for your thoughts.

[Praveeta]

Eerie feelings emerged as I read your poem. A great emotive write.

[Frieda P]

Oh good, I did my job, thanks Praveeta :-)

[Praveeta]

You certainly did dear friend :)

[KWP]

ooohhhh to be tempted within Satan's lustful strife... I will see you there and we shall create some fun.we shall mill around a fire and discuss the line between right and wrong all whilst satan overseas our mischief... within the darkness we shall roll and frolic, why because we can, because we see the dark but also have light on our side... what a lovely roll in the valley with the prince of darkness staring over our shoulder with each and every step..... nice one Betty Boo ... x x

[Frieda P]

I'll dance to that, thanks Sheila ;-) x

[Lyn Anderson]

Well, you know I like my poetry strong and dark, and you delivered.:)

[Frieda P]

Good to know, grazie ;-)

[Avinash]

A Stark Dark piece with sparkling diamond like words studded from beginning till the end. You are gifted Freida.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much, you humble me Avinash.

[redflutterby]

Dark and deeply moving. Things beyond our control often haunt us the most. Theres pain here and a hint of the resentment that goes with it. Felt this one like the plunge of a knife. Sigh....xo

[Frieda P]

Thanks Red, hope it didn't hurt too much hun xo

[paddy d daly]

phewww......you've passed me by with this one frieda......sorry.....

[Frieda P]

Not exactly sure what that means, but thanks for reading paddy...

[paddy d daly]

I suppose it means it was just too deep for me, I did'nt quite get it, but that's a reflection on me and not on your work frieda.

[Jack...]

Fire chars brimstone on dotted line un - signings where the only fine print the makes any difference at all is this fine poem you have brought out into the light for us to read.

Chilling phrases encompass dark meanings flowing freely from the shadows of your amazing imagination. You dear poet always leave me wanting more...

[Frieda P]

Thanks Jack, muchly appreciated.

[Scott Metro]

Whew...Darkness unleashed...did someone pee in your coffee..LOL..?
You're on a roll here...do you summon up demons when no one is looking..?
Are you casting spells willy nilly across time and space..?
LOL...enjoyed your venom...tasty like brimstone...
Scotty

[Frieda P]

Ha, was a rough night. ;-P Thanks Scott....did I scare you?

[Scott Metro]

...lol...I eat your darkness for breakfast..ain't much that scares me...except women...lol

[Frieda P]

HA laughing here, I just caught this one! BOO!

[Scott Metro]

LOL..you're scary enough all right..but it's the ones that work their way into my heart that scares me...I'd rather walk through the valley of death than get a hook in my heart,,,that's spooky....

[Frieda P]

Ouchie, the valley of death eh? Someone did a number on you too huh?

[Scott Metro]

Always...lol....that's what made me a wolf...

[Frieda P]

Ah I should have a pic of a jackallette then...ha

[Scott Metro]

I'm not touching that one...lol
But I can picture you with a switch blade in high heels.....lol

[Frieda P]

Ha now that's a poem and a half LOL

[Scott Metro]

Go for it..make it descriptive...

[Frieda P]

I don't think they have a rating for that one,..ha

[Scott Metro]

That would be good...you could call it.."Shanky Doodle Dandy"....lol

[A. Amos]

Another masterpiece my friend keep on writing..

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille A...