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Nicholas Peter Poems
Olympus flash, A Zeus hurled spear, lighting the dark canvas.
Certain Types of Losses
I lit another cigarette, just to kill some stress, and maybe some time.
Japanese Death Poem
White kimono, flowing outwards like, purifying light-
Look upon my kingly empire, built on blood, on that thousandth lie, on the honest cheat,
Birthed anew in the mud, the disgusting snake pit of blood, and ash.
I sat on my porch, and watched the timeless warriors, Battle with their katanas, And kimonos,
You were, a fighter, of this there was no doubt.
Car after car after car, passes by us, speeding by under attractive streetlights.
I smoked the last cigarette, in the red Marlboro pack, of in-house body decay, and black lung birth canal.
A Scene From Nature
A cool wind blows through my hair, The tranquil sounds of water are aloud, the birds preach their morning sermons, while the fish arise for a simple breakfast,
We'll have Paradise this evening, another grand floral gift, radiates from your body, shining laser beam pleasure,
The sun goddesses, fuel their halogen lamp, fanning the flames, giving a kingdom to the day.
We used to sit around, You and I, And you would sing about the angels, and cry about the demons.
The retching echoes, In a sorrowful white canyon, filled with water, it bellows loudly,
Comments about Nicholas Peter
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
A Zeus hurled spear,
lighting the dark canvas.
The rain falls pitter-patter,
against my windows,
forming a small rhythm.
Another thunderous boom,
Thor's hammer strikes,
the rain becomes aggressive.
A wind gust,
of monsoon anger,
I find myself scared,
this hurricane weather,
reminds me of us.
A storm would rage,
inside my body,
a real typhoon.
I never knew why,
the rain clouds never left,
a real torture,
lightning quick and fierce.