Dark Entries

Gonther


The following is a selection of my finest Gothic poetry. It also features some poetry by special guests. If you want to have a poem published here please email me. But, be warned: my poetry is of a terrifically high standard and only the best Gothic poetry will be considered. Any poem with 'cool' spelt as 'kewl' will be disqualified. Kool is OK though, because it kinda looks German. Or maybe Danish. Both are pretty Gothiqué languages.


Ode To Cryptie| Gothic Angst Trilogy| The Blick|
Oh, Fleur!| Bongi, Bongi| Theme From Blick|
Ode To Angst| Goth, Oh Moth Goth!| Unknown Pleasures|


Ode To Cryptie
Oh my humble Gothic friend Cryptie
How I would like to give you a twistie
The first Gothic forklift driver
A dark-souled box-lifting jiver!

Your forklift maybe a non-Gothic hue
and your boxes an ugly shade of blue
but you still you keep your face white
and your clothes black and ever so tight

Keep on trucking brother
work will soon be over
then you can rush back to your home
and let your dark soul finally roam
-blick
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Gothic Angst Trilogy
Bauhaus!
Bauhaus!
I wish my house
was Bauhaus!

The virgin undead
With my trolley of doom
Stolen from Newmart
Painted black
I am king of the Goths

One day I went to the cemetary
To emulsify the virgin dog
But it bit me on the arse
And fucked up my $500 leather pants
-blick
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The Blick
Oh God for the Gothic stench of misery and the black!
did i mention the black?
the blaaaaack!!!!!!
oh God for the dark shade!
dark dark dark
like the wings of the crow!
the hair of the rat!
black black black
paint thy body black!
hang thy black on the face
and on ze feet
and on the soft, throbbing chest!!
blaaaaaaaaccccccckkkkkkk!!!!!
always with ze blaccckk!!!
thankyou.
-blick
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Oh, Fleur!
Fleur
My dearest,
My darkest
Fleur!

the moonless nights
will be forever more
without your love,
Fleur!

I remember the night we first kissed
I was quite drunk, you were quite pissed
I put my hand on your breast
And you kicked me in the chest,
Fleur!

it's you I want to be with
without you my life is but a sieve!
i feel so angsty
i want you back Fleury!
-blick
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Bongi, Bongi
Bongi, Bongi
  Build me a barn.
Bongi, Bongi
  Down on the farm.
Bongi, Bongi
  Knit me an big warm quilt,
Bongi, Bongi
  Inside the barn you just built.
Bongi, Bongi
  Grow your beard a little bit more
Bongi, Bongi
  Till it reaches the floor
Bongi, Bongi
  The Amish's are so cool
Bongi, Bongi
  I think you're a fool...
-blick
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Theme From Blick
Who's the Goth poet laurette who's a
sex magnet to all the chicks?
Bliiick!
You're damn right
Who is the man that would
risk his neck for his brother man?
Bliiick!
Can ya dig it?
Who's the Goth that won't cop out
when there's angst all about
Bliiick! Right on
You see this cat Bliiick is a bad mother--
Shut your mouth
But I'm talkin' about Bliiick
Then we can dig it
He's a complicated man
but no one understands him but his woman
Bliiick!
-blick
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Ode To Angst
No one understands
the pain in my hands
I must go die
my mum is making me wear a tie
-cree
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Goth Oh Moth Goth
Goth
  Goth
    Goth
Oh i am doth
Merely a moth
To the flame to the flame...
Life is all a dangerous game
Until I hit the light
And sizzle loudly
Ouch
-blick
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Unknown Pleasures
Like a bad Joy Division song
You came through the night
Like old Lugosi himself
You gave me your bite

An addiction of love
A constipated dove
I gave you my worth
You returned it with a curth
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All poetry © 1998, 1999 respective laurettes.
Steal it and I'll cleaver your brian.

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