Tag: poetry
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An Introduction to Nocturnal Wanderings
Where did all this come from, all these words and stories? I look at the collection of poetry that is Nocturnal Wanderings and the answer definitely lies in the past. Many of these poems were inspired by my earlier experiences. The writing was raw and it would be years before it was ready to see…
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“This Devil Won’t Cry”
By Jason Zapata I plummet from the heavens in disgrace. In this bitter moment my shame is complete, As my body strikes the unyielding concrete. The powers that be have put me in my place.
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The Siege of Orléans
By Jason Zapata The war would be decided by the siege of Orléans, An isolated French bastion along the river Loire. Sought after by John Plantagenet and his forces, English usurpers who claimed the French throne.
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Dreams Of The Savanna
By Jason Zapata “Its better to live one day as a Lion, than live one hundred years as a Sheep.” My days are spent in torment. Ever prodded by a chair and whip To jump through flaming hoops. I hear their clapping. My soul dies.
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Death And The Cowboy
She was with me when I let out my first cry And she’ll hold my hand when its time to die All men are equal in her eyes or so they say She gets closer with the passing of everyday I grew up hard and I grew up mean Shot my first man at age…
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“Into The Night”
By Jason Zapata There’s no going quietly into the night. No surrendering to inevitabilities of time Or taking shelter in memory and old age. Not when there’s still something to prove. There’s no going quietly into the night. Dignity be damned. I’ll do what must be done. I’ll fight the tireless enemy that approaches To…
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I,Dracula: Part Six
By Jason Zapata Armed with stakes and rituals Helsing brought Morris, Steward and Holmwood entered the fight Filled with resolve these men attacked forthright The demise of all vampires Van Helsing sought So across London our secret war was fought My strongholds were exorcized and set alight In pyres that illuminated the fog swept night…
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I,Dracula: Part Five
By Jason Zapata In Mina’s loving company I became immersed Felt the pulse of her blood as I held her hand A temptation I intractably fought to withstand What remained human of me feared the worst So her friend Lucy served to quench my thirst Fearful men strived to disrupt what I planned Knowing nothing…