Poems and horror from others that I enjoy
THE RAVIN’ RAVEN With Apologies to Edgar Allan Poe and Anthony Comstock Once upon a midnight dreary, As I pondered weak and weary O’er an empty quart of bootleg and was wishing there were more, Suddenly there came a tapping, Sounding like some female rapping. Rapping like the very devil Just without my chamber door;… Read More THE RAVIN’ RAVEN – Hot Dog: Regular Fellows Monthly, Nov. 1921
MANY thousands of years ago, when the poles of “the earth were its pleasant spots and when the tropics were too hot for human life, Nimba grew to her full height and was still a maid. Many had been her suitors, but from the time she had pulled down her first wild animal, she had… Read More RTM Scott – NIMBA THE CAVE GIRL
Don Marquis the lesson of the moth the lesson of the moth i was talking to a moth the other evening he was trying to break into an electric light bulb and fry himself on the wires why do you fellows pull this stunt i asked him because it is the conventional thing for moths… Read More Don Marquis – the lesson of the moth
S Johnson LLD – A PROLOGUE – The Peal, vol. 1 July 1879 – NSFW NSFW Spoke by Miss Bella de Lancy, on her retiring from the Stage to open a Fashionable Bawdy House. When cunt first triumphed (as the learned suppose) O’er failing pricks, Immortal Dildo rose, From fucks unnumbered, still erect he drew,… Read More S Johnson LLD – A PROLOGUE – The Pearl, vol. 1 July 1879 – NSFW
Derry Down THE ORIGIN SPECIESNSFWWhen Adam and Eve were first put into Eden,They never once thought of that pleasant thing—breedingThough they had not a rag to cover their front,Adam sported his prick, and Eve sported her cunt.Adam’s prick was so thick and so long—such a teaser; Eve’s cunt was so hairy and fat—such a breezer;… Read More Derry Down THE ORIGIN SPECIES – NSFW – The Pearl, vol. 1 July 1879
Helen Dudley – TO ONE UNKNOWN I have seen the proudest stars That wander on through space, Even the sun and moon, But not your face. I have heard the violin, The winds and waves rejoice In endless minstrelsy, Yet not your voice. I have touched the trillium, Pale flower of the land, Coral, anemone,… Read More Helen Dudley – TO ONE UNKNOWN
The Sequel by Walter Scott Story Sobered on the instant—the padlock had clicked when Montresor passed the chain about my waist and thus fastened me to. the wall—I stood upright in the little dungeon, the blood running cold in my veins. With maniacal laughter, he withdrew from the niche, whipped a trowel from under his… Read More The Sequel by Walter Scott Story
Solitary and forbidding, the house stared specterlike through scraggly trees that seemed to shrink from its touch. The green moss of decay lay on its dank roofs, and the windows, set in deep cavities, peered blindly at the world as if through eyeless sockets. So forbidding was its aspect that boys, on approaching its cheerless… Read More The Closing Hand by Farnsworth Wright
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink as the palm of the flag-flower that flickers with fear of the flies as they float, Are they looks of our lovers that lustrously lean from a marvel of mystic miraculous moonshine, These that we… Read More Nephelidia BY ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
Ramblings of an Old Coot 