Black Poetry : Penny Dreadfuls

[cherryblossom]

I am but the ghostwriter
Penning dreadfuls
Worth no more than a penny
Searching for a world of plenty
Within my poems

Gathered and gummed
Trimmed & tailored
Raw, gritty, dysfunctional fiction
.....Gar Anthony Haywood, Bernice McFadden
Fashioned to fit the ordered diction

Peering through the mist
Of my mind's fog
As painful memories jog
And I preserve and log
Each hurtful choice and abuse
And so, my pen shakes loose
The long shadows of old sins

In each line
I privately converse
With myself
So, if any verse
Be worse
Than the one before
Blame it on Hamlet
For, I only mimic his soliloquies
Searching for answers
To life's capricious mysteries

And when the moon rises
Clouds
Shroud
Its brilliance from me
As if even it takes offense
Becoming incensed
That I would dare
To gaze upon its beauty

Seems unfair
But such, I must bear

Even though
I lyrically etch and sketch
Scribing for a
Head full of dreadful
Contemplations
Striving to atone
But my hands
Are not my own

I am but the ghostwriter.

 

[watzinaname]

And with this being so, I wouldn't suggest a mere penny for your thoughts. For all the memories, fantasies, places and spaces your lines take us, what you ponder and write can't be measured.

 

[cherryblossom]

And with this being so, I wouldn't suggest a mere penny for your thoughts. For all the memories, fantasies, places and spaces your lines take us, what you ponder and write can't be measured.

Awww-shucks, Watz!

Now you got me blushin'!

But I LIKE IT! LOL! Seriously, thanks a million!

Sometimes, we poets write for ourselves. Sometimes, we write for others. So, sometimes, I am just the "vessel," a ghostwriter for somebody else. And, sometimes, it seems, my hands know not where the thoughts come from. They just get it out there.

We're all "ghostwriters" in some way.

 

[$$RICH$$]

yes indeed sis we are at some point that ghostwriter

 

[Khasm13]

And when the moon rises
Clouds
Shroud
Its brilliance from me
As if even it takes offense
Becoming incensed
That I would dare
To gaze upon its beauty

dope lines poet....

one love
khasm