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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-
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.
I sat on my porch, and watched the timeless warriors, Battle with their katanas, And kimonos,
Bahia de Cochinos
The bullets fire, pistol shots ring loud and proud, across the beach.
Sun sensitive hazel eyes, looking up at me, from a hug.
March in step row by row noble men sent to graves.
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.
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,
Look upon my kingly empire, built on blood, on that thousandth lie, on the honest cheat,
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)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
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.