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Array ( [sid] => 16962 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Damsel in Duress [time] => 2003-05-03 20:45:00 [hometext] => This is easily one of the best poems i've ever written. Please read it. You won't forget it. This is one of my favorite styles, the grotesque, at its finest. [bodytext] => Weak with scurvy,
Syphilis,
And dripping sweat
Through salty mist,

A greasy hulk
With mud-slicked hair
And pustules where
His back is bear,

Grunting and lumbering
Over his friend
Who’ll never see home
Or her mother again

Who was stripped from her house
Round a quarter to three
At a time when the sleeping
Eyes could not see

And deaf ears…

It’s a damsel in duress
And a glutton overtaking
And the violence here tonight
Serving as some kind of slaking
And she’ll never sleep again
And her belly won’t stop quaking
Mutiny from the fetus
That her oven won’t stop baking

And she serves unholy causes
But she can’t get out alive,
And he wants her for her beauty
And he wants her for a wife

And he gets what he deserves
If he cuts it at the wrist
But she serves unholy causes
And her spirit is made whist.

So the sea and morning sickness
Leaves her in one crazy state
Where she leaves her room all fetid
From rejecting what she ate

And by some perverse bulimia
The fetus up and died
And her body is malnourished,
Eaten up from the inside

And she hangs there from her manacles
And kicks against the wall
And the rats consume her vomit
As the pirate ate her soul

And she goes into convulsions
From the horrors she has seen
Her infections won’t stop bleeding
And the rodents won’t be weaned

And the thunderstorms are dancing
With the waterspouts tonight
And our damsel in duress
Wouldn’t die without a fight
But she has no will to live
It was stripped away outright
So she curses her creator
And she bleeds away the night

And the ship is ripped to pieces
By the storm at nature’s best
And she floats beneath the surface
And she finally gets her rest
And she tastes the salty sea
And she feels that she’s been blessed
For the nightmare is now over
For our damsel in duress. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 318 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Damsel in Duress

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Saturday, 3rd May 2003 @ 08:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Weak with scurvy,
Syphilis,
And dripping sweat
Through salty mist,

A greasy hulk
With mud-slicked hair
And pustules where
His back is bear,

Grunting and lumbering
Over his friend
Who’ll never see home
Or her mother again

Who was stripped from her house
Round a quarter to three
At a time when the sleeping
Eyes could not see

And deaf ears…

It’s a damsel in duress
And a glutton overtaking
And the violence here tonight
Serving as some kind of slaking
And she’ll never sleep again
And her belly won’t stop quaking
Mutiny from the fetus
That her oven won’t stop baking

And she serves unholy causes
But she can’t get out alive,
And he wants her for her beauty
And he wants her for a wife

And he gets what he deserves
If he cuts it at the wrist
But she serves unholy causes
And her spirit is made whist.

So the sea and morning sickness
Leaves her in one crazy state
Where she leaves her room all fetid
From rejecting what she ate

And by some perverse bulimia
The fetus up and died
And her body is malnourished,
Eaten up from the inside

And she hangs there from her manacles
And kicks against the wall
And the rats consume her vomit
As the pirate ate her soul

And she goes into convulsions
From the horrors she has seen
Her infections won’t stop bleeding
And the rodents won’t be weaned

And the thunderstorms are dancing
With the waterspouts tonight
And our damsel in duress
Wouldn’t die without a fight
But she has no will to live
It was stripped away outright
So she curses her creator
And she bleeds away the night

And the ship is ripped to pieces
By the storm at nature’s best
And she floats beneath the surface
And she finally gets her rest
And she tastes the salty sea
And she feels that she’s been blessed
For the nightmare is now over
For our damsel in duress.

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Re: Damsel in Duress (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Saturday, 3rd May 2003 @ 11:05:42 PM AEST
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this was an excellent write,,riveting,,but rather disturbing
Shari

Re: Damsel in Duress (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Tuesday, 6th May 2003 @ 02:05:04 AM AEST
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wow! par' excellence at poetry's finest! ! !

truely an amazing poem, hugs n' love nessa

Re: Damsel in Duress (User Rating: 1 )
by exiled on Tuesday, 6th May 2003 @ 02:37:06 AM AEST
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All I can say is I absolutely love this. It is a lot like a lot of my poetry and I really connect ecspecially with some current happening in my life. Great Write. keep em coming, Please.

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