The black penumbra grows
rising, rising, rising
greying forms its shadow
pages turn unclear
misled me from the light
penetrating screams are near
begs a blood curdling plea
from where I do not know
“before I’m bound, free me”
***
Pensive were my thoughts
trudging, trudging, trudging
to the mire my shoes brought
it’s written “I was here”
the scribe of evil’s night
rending through night’s fear
I am searching for her life
was she calling out my doom?
innocent, I am now in doubt
blood merged before this moon
***
Pensive are the times
extra, extra, extra
read me between the lines
misled by moon’s eclipse
body slumps, I cannot stand
listless I wait for someone
her pendant in vacant hand
I’m judged and by dawn hung
seemingly torn and cursed
the last chimes have been rung
***
Pendulum cold doth sway
left ,right ,right, left
endless sound so fey
will it never stop
no end to futile strife
tickings mark life’s blot
pending seconds of my life
swing to rope’s end
a hanging part of speech
death’s letter’s do portend
***
Penitent begs to live
“father, father, father
my transgressions please forgive”
echoes in my pent up mind
reams cast a shudder
save this memory and bind
“unjust” will this history suffer
last thing that I heard
a gasp , then
steel sharp against the word
***
Pen away my life
scribble, scribble, scribble
black against parched white
penult is lead etched
no sensible jot or tiddle
telling of penury’s wretch
timeless life once seemed
inking just a fool’s dream
hark, someone else’s screams
~ Leslie Moon
© Copyright 2013 Leslie Moon. All Rights Reserved.
Pen of the Damned 
Nice poem. I loved your word choice for the ‘pen’ effect and the rhyming scheme. Difficult to do, but very nicely done. Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks Jamie for your visit
i loved the way that the words with “pen” in them fit
This was a fun poem to play with
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Simply fabulous! Fantastic job!
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Thanks Hunter – this was a fun piece to concoct
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Im chewing on my pen / looking into the deeper meanings. Someone dies every day by the stroke of the PEN
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Indeed they do. I appreciate those who do it with ease 🙂
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Lovely poem, moondustwriter. My favorite words are:
‘Pen away my life
scribble, scribble, scribble
black against parched white’
So very true. You caught the cadence of emotion perfectly!
Blaze
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Thanks Blaze – this was one of those pieces that I knew any writer could feel (without the undertones)
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Any writer as well as any reader, my friend.
Blaze
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Wow, Leslie! I have to commend you for being able to ‘play’ (as you put it) with your words so well. I find poetry the hardest form to write as the specific scheme I am working on always traps me, but you do it with ease – and quite a bit of grace. I think I’ve read this six or seven times now and based on the moment I’m reading, have a different impression skittering through my mind each time. This one made me think quite a bit. Its beautifully constructed, and your use of ‘pen’ is extremely clever!! Very nicely done – she who thought she didn’t have a dark side! 😉
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this one really did take off on its own steam – dark angel. I also have read it from many angles and still am trying to decide what lies beneath
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I always look forward to your poetry here, Leslie. You perfectly capture the relationship between beauty and horror, which I find so appealing. Thank you for sharing!
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Thomas I thought of you when I finalized this as you are a master of many angles and a hidden message. Thanks for the support and inspiration
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Leslie, it seems you slip further into the dark abyss with every ‘penned’ offering to the Damned. ‘My Damned Pen’ was superb; as others have stated before me, your use of the ‘pen’ is quite clever without obstructing your poem’s flow.
Your choice of verbiage, as usual, is spot on. You’ve given your poem such elegance, all the while maintaining that dark, brooding aspect of it. The beauty is that it will read differently to all experience it.
Thank you for sharing with us, Leslie! Amazing as usual!!
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This, I have to admit, was a frolic with the pen and at one point I thought it might be too light- hearted for the damned
Each of you in your own form of writing inspire not just me but many others. It is a challenge to go deeper and darker
Thanks for the vision you have had for the Damned
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Such a clever pen
Damned shades of dark night delight
Pent up bloody ink
Fantastically elegant poetry. Dark and deep!!!
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out damn spot
thanks Sean
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Positively Enthralling Narrative in this lyrical piece. Love it!
~Chris
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Chris first I thank you for your support of the Damned. Your work is exceptional – I’m always expectant of what lurks in your dark corners.
I appreciate your encouragement
I enjoyed putting the pen to paper for this poem
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Deep, dark, and moving poem, Leslie! Keep up the great work, Damned one!
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Trying to keep up with you damned ones is a great challenge Tyr to be sure
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cleverly penned mdw
Im keeping my pen in check
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Hi Dani
good idea never know what those pens will conjure up
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