White Silk, Black Tails

White Silk, Black Tails – A Vampire Love Poem

I was a spirit

In white silk with pink roses

Bustle in back

You in black tails

Took my breath away

And a century later

When you realized

That I loved you

I could exhale.

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

White Silk, Black Tails

I was a spirit

In white silk with pink roses

Bustle in back

You in black tails

Took my breath away

And a century later

When you realized

That I loved you

I could exhale

 

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Cold lips touched with blood – getting ready for Halloween with comments from the peanut gallery.

Oh deathly pale

With cold lips

Kissed with red

The blood of the living

Brings your heart

Alive

For the night

So that you can love

With passion 

And desire

Tasting the life

Of love and dreams

that last a lifetime.

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“That poem is really bad mom.”

“Hey, I’m getting ready for Halloween. I’m thinking doing some really creepy drawings too.”

“Do it.”

“I will.”

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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Had you stayed the way you were

Had You Stayed The Way You Were

Had you stayed the way you were

The night would have seemed brighter

The day would have seemed longer

The stars dimmer

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Had you stayed the way you were

Another would have loved you

As tradition required

Married and content

Yearning for more

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Had you stayed the way you were

I would have loved

Someone in the shadows

Who could never have kept

My passion alive

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Had you stayed the way your were

You would just be a memory

An old photo for me to treasure

A dried carnation wrapped in lace

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Had you stayed the way you were

I would have loved you

A hundred years ago

And now you’d be a ghost

In my heart alone

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Had you stayed the way you were

I wouldn’t feel

Your kiss so cold

With the passion of ice

And fire blazing

With your dazzling fanged smile

My Vampire love.

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~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Poetry – A gift of the heart and desire of the soul. On the Plum Tree with Wednesday Corner.

What an honor for me it has been to have my poetry featured on Wednesday Corner on “On The Plum Tree.”

Click here for the blog post. Or go to: http://ontheplumtree.wordpress.com/2013/07/03/the-wednesday-corner-with-juliette-kings/

Thank you to Niamh Clune and the many talented authors, artists and musicians involved with The Plum Tree who make it a life goal to make the world a more positive place through the written word and art. They also educate us on the plight of children of the world – the poorest who don’t always have a voice yet deserve what all children deserve – a safe place to live with clean water, food, love and an education – and hope that they can grow up and live in a peaceful world free of fear and ignorance.

Writing

Writing Poetry is always a good thing to do – even when you’re the only one who reads it.

I’ve posted the article below several times. This is my view on poetry today – for myself and others.

A need you dare not admit…

People won’t admit they read poetry and are moved by it…but late at night they go on the internet and search it out. It is like pornography. I’m dead serious (no pun intended). It is a need that most people will not dare admit to.

It isn’t a good time for me to expound upon the history of poetry or what caused the American population (among others) claim not to like poets. But I would like to remind everyone, especially those of us who can remember the past several centuries that there was a time that poets were the Rock Stars of our culture.

Sometimes I pull out my old volumes of favorites and read in the quiet of the night or on a rain soaked day. In turn, I also look for the new. I marvel at the many voices I see with poetry on the internet.

Part of me believes technology with recorded music, radio, TV etc maybe brought an end to the poet as a popular icon. But in turn the Internet, yes the Internet has brought poetry back to life.

I see in the online communities poets being read, not ignored. I don’t read those words online “I don’t like poetry.” I see people who NEVER would read a poem, forwarding poetry to their friends and loved ones.

Poetry is a gift to the soul. Poetry is for everyone. Everyone needs poetry, like a vampire needs blood, like a hawk needs to fly, like a fish needs to swim. I know that wasn’t very poetic but you get the point – I hope.

Your assignment today is to READ, SAVOR and SHARE poetry with someone you love.

For some of the poetry posted on this blog (Vampiremaman.com) click on the links below. Enjoy!

With The Plum Tree Group:

~ Juliette

A Vampire Free Verse for the Next Generation

He waves his flag until the dawn,

A night of gathering

Of nocturnal souls

Spirits of old

Hunters of the night.

We danced and loved

Watched the storm

The reflection of the moon

High hopes

And desires fulfilled.

Wave your flag

Proudly with love

And pass it on

To the next generation

Of the night.

Why there is poetry on this blog? A need and a desire that we all share for expression, beauty and wine for our souls. A need you dare not admit. For links to more (and much better poetry) CLICK HERE.

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