Meyran Kraus

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A poem in which each line (including the title) is an anagram.

Mey K.
English Ode of a Vampire and Subtle Seductions

Air-scape of one village; sunset bound, dimmed the sky;
Mute, Transylvanian dusk of homes besieged, policed.
A full moon, grey tease, snuck behind a deep void's mist;
Scouting for human notes, vile dead - like me - passed by.

Calm, as I seeked night-rubes, I found my past loved one;
I moved close ("Astounding!"), but she feared my pale skin.
Moments stole by, I spoke guile and fraud; she caved in.
Could she save me, spoiling my dark fate, bites undone?

...But miss a feed? My ears took heed: pounding veins call!
Poor contained mind - she gave me a kiss, fueled by lust,
As her divine neck's pleading me: "Blood feast! You must!"...
Spike-fangs came out; I then drained my beloved's soul.

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An anagram in the spirit of the poem, a very rude anagrammed version of it and a third anagram that paraphrases another poem by Rossetti.

A Daughter of Eve
by Christina Georgina Rossetti

A fool I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
A fool to snap my lily.

My garden-plot I have not kept;
Faded and all-forsaken,
I weep as I have never wept:
Oh it was summer when I slept,
It's winter now I waken.

Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warm'd sweet to-morrow:
Stripp'd bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.

A Son of A Pure Twilight
Mey K.

'Twas daft of me to nap en-route
And rise so late, in twilight,
As stars of dusk, unsoothing, shoot;
Too early ripped the poppy's roots,
Too early torn the lilac.

Oh poor neglected flowerbed!
Now took some damp appearance.
So many more tears I now shed -
All through my nap new mornings fled;
Soft snow flakes now where I glance.

Don't make up tales of vision green,
Of very valued weather;
Ah, woe is what I have within...
I make a vow: no croons, no grins.
I'll wait until I'm better.

A No-good, Fly-waving Harlot and her Poem:
Frown of a 'Lady of the Night'

I know it wasn't pretty smart
To suck in side streets scary
And then to pull these legs apart;
Oh, I sure was a low-fee tart
To go and pop my cherry.

This room of mine was oh-so clean;
Now reeks - sperm of limp losers.
I shoot two loads of heroin;
Not long ago I was a teen,
Now - poor bum, twat-ripped user.

No, don't wank me about some plan.
Portal to heaven? Fuck it.
I've got a new, warm, shiny gun;
I lived a hoe, I'll die as one,
Whenever I feel like it.

As I Pass, Oh Sweet Romeo
Christina Georgina Rossetti

As I pass, sweet Romeo,
Don't play me melodies.
Don't rest blue flowers by the grave;
Let no oak root near me.
Watch snow flakes move, lay over
The new weeds around that plot;
I don't hope you'd think of me -
Give up if you want not.

I'll tour gates of gloom palace;
Dark, wet storm? I won't shake.
A sparrow-flight won't reach my ear,
Nor will its tune of ache.
In moon-fog of an evening
I'll drown as in a pond;
Perhaps I will think of you...
And then, perhaps I won't.

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Winter Nightfall
by Robert Bridges

The day begins to droop,
Its course is done:
But nothing tells the place
Of the setting sun.

The hazy darkness deepens,
And up the lane
You may hear, but cannot see,
The homing wain.

An engine pants and hums
In the farm hard by:
Its lowering smoke is lost
In the lowering sky.

The soaking branches drip,
And all night through
The dropping will not cease
In the avenue.

A tall man there in the house
Must keep his chair:
He knows he will never again
Breathe the spring air:

His heart is worn with work;
He is giddy and sick
If he rise to go as far
As the nearest rick:

He thinks of his morn of life,
His hale, strong years;
And braves as he may the night
Of darkness and tears.

A Brave Kid
by Mey K.

When school's over, a boy aged ten returns home, grinning from ear to ear.
"What's that grin for, Ronnie?", his mother asks.
"I slept with my English teacher an hour ago!", answers Ronnie, still grinning.
She's stunned. "What's that?!", she shrieks, "Wait till dad hears THAT! He's gonna spank OFF that butt of yours! Ben! Ben! Get in here!"
"What's up, Liz?", the dad asks.
She frowns. "Tell him then, Ronnie!"
"I slept with my English teacher, dad!", repeats Ronnie lightly.
"There, see, Ben?"
But his dad is on cloud nine. "Got lucky, eh, Ronnie?", he cries, "You are a MAN! OK, Ronnie dear, go ahead, pick the highest gift! A bright, new shiny bike, perhaps?"
"Ah, dad... can I have a Lego-set instead?", sniffs the son, "That ripped anus is killing me!"

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