By Richard H. Fay
Dark thoughts
Never my own
Flood my bedeviled head —
Inhuman intellects control
My mind.
Monday, September 21, 2026
CINQUAIN "Taken Over (2026)"
By Richard H. Fay
Dark thoughts
Never my own
Flood my bedeviled head —
Inhuman intellects control
My mind.
POEM "The Dogman"
By Richard H. Fay
An entity of elemental rage,
A monstrosity neither man nor wolf,
A man with a wolf’s aggressive aspect,
A wolf having a human’s upright stance,
The dogman prowls the darkened countryside.
An animalistic shade of nature,
A spirit of the savage wilderness,
A beast possessing paranormal traits,
A legendary fiend made flesh-and-blood,
The dogman spreads terror across the land.
An incarnation of infinite fears,
A devil sent to harry humankind,
A manifestation of man’s nightmares,
A demonic menace on moonlit nights,
The dogman hunts the woods for mortal prey.
HORRORKU "Black Elder Tree"
black elder tree
bewitched leaves whisper
baleful spells cast
NEW POEM "The Nameless Terror"
By Richard H. Fay
In an unquiet house
Wherein restless wraiths dwelt,
During an uneasy night
When eldritch spectres stirred,
I found my heart tested
By a nameless terror.
As I crossed the threshold
Of my unlit chamber,
My unwelcome presence
Roused an unknown something —
I found myself assailed
By a faceless horror.
A frame of ragged form
Like a tattered black cloak
Swooped downward upon me.
Like a mailed knight of yore
I found the nerve to fight
‘Gainst a peerless rival.
A swirling ebon shape
Surged in my direction,
Then parted around me
Like a substanceless mist —
I found I had stood firm
‘Gainst a bodiless shade.
POEM "Being a Poet Is..."
Being a Poet Is…
By Richard H. Fay
Being a poet is
A relief and a burden.
Being a poet is
A pleasure and a torment.
Being a poet is
A credit and a disgrace.
Being a poet is
A comfort and an anguish.
Being a poet is
A solace and a distress.
Being a poet is
A delight and a sorrow.
Being a poet is
A calmness and a frenzy.
Being a poet is
A rapture and an ordeal.
Being a poet is
A godsend and a nuisance.
Being a poet is
A glory and a stigma.
Being a poet is
A saneness and a madness.
POEM "The Thread of Art"
The Thread of Art
By Richard H. Fay
Art is a multi-colored cord
Winding its way through life,
The weft of the whole cloth
Of each and every human culture.
Art is a polychromatic thread
Woven into society's tapestry,
An integral part of the very being
Of each and every human soul.
CINQUAIN "Abode of Memories (2026)"
Abode of Memories (2026)
by Richard H. Fay
Murmurs
From moments past
Echo in empty rooms;
Voices long silenced inflict pain
once more.
CINQUAIN "Bloody Redcap"
by Richard H. Fay
Gruff dwarf,
Malign goblin,
Hater of humankind,
Spills mortal blood to dye his hat
Bright red.
POEM "Poor Pitcher"
Poor Pitcher
By Richard H. Fay
Matthew Ball
Ain't on the ball,
His pitches veering
Well outside the box.
Curveballs fly straight,
Sliders never break,
Fastballs fall short,
Knuckleballs spin.
POEM "The New Slot Machine"
The New Slot Machine
By Richard H. Fay
Come one, come all!
Take your chances
With our image-generating
Algorithm-driven
Slot machine!
Feed in those tokens,
Type in those prompts,
Hope for the best of luck
Against coded randomness.
Ride that dopamine loop
Wishing to grab a few
Variable rewards.
POEM "Prickly Poet"
Background digital manipulation of image by Sabine Schulte from Pixabay. Free for use under the Pixabay Content License.
Prickly Poet
By Richard H. Fay
Being a perversely prickly poet,
So adroit at annoying diverse folks,
I pen plenty of pugnacious poems
Assailing an assortment of archfoes.
A warring wordsmith who e'er wields his pen
Like some viciously bladed vouge of yore,
I wound sundry enemies with my works.
POEM "Kleptocracy"
By Richard H. Fay
Flaunt the laws
To fill the personal coffers.
Take all you can
And demolish all the rest.
Enrich oneself
At the expense of others.
Weaken democracy
In the name of selfish gain.
Rape the nation
While letting citizens suffer.
Damn the people
To crushing impoverishment.
HAIKU "Misty Forest Rain"
"misty forest rain / patter of drops dripping / from pine needles"
POEM "A Caring Visitation"
While abed with the flu,
With blankets flung off,
During what I took to be
Merely a fevered dream,
A familiar silhouette
Of a departed loved one
Appeared at my bedside.
I awoke hot and sweaty
To discover the discarded covers
Had been pulled back over me.
POEM "AI Trolls"
AI Trolls
By Richard H. Fay
Jealous of creative brains and inventive minds,
Resentful of developed virtuosities,
Untalented losers demean those with talent.
Envious of creatives with enduring souls,
Indolent morons insult the truly gifted;
Trolling louts bombard genuine artists with hate.
POEM "I Prevail"
By Richard H. Fay
Others whisper
Contemptible things beside me,
But I abide.
Others direct
Detestable slurs toward me,
But I survive.
Other contrive
Condemnable plots against me,
But I remain.
Others perform
Deplorable deeds around me,
But I persist.
Others hurtle
Abominable barbs about me
But I endure.
Others commit
Despicable acts upon me,
But I prevail.
Others display
A damnable hatred of me,
But I still prevail.
POEM "Green-Eyed AI Bros"
By Richard H. Fay
Acting jealous of genuine creatives,
Treating creators in a callous fashion,
Failing to respect the concept of consent,
Scraping artists' works out of sheer spite,
Prompting slop-producing AI systems,
Glutting the world with shabby garbage,
AI bros revel in their green-eyed resentment.
Committing invidious acts of incivility,
Exhibiting scorn toward the exploited,
Spreading hellacious hostility and hate,
Fomenting dire disquietude and distress,
Feeding abhorrent algorithmic monstrosities
Producing sundry problematic grotesqueries
AI bros take joy in their jaundiced villainy.
Coveting the able craftsmanship of adepts,
Resenting those with imaginative ideation,
Hoping to propagate defeat and despair,
Dreaming of a technologically-driven Rapture,
Abetting the degradation of human culture,
Propelling society deeper into the abyss,
AI bros delight in their envious evil.
POEM "Wordsmith"
Background image above by Peter Bösken from Pixabay (I merely changed the brightness and contrast). Free for use under the Pixabay Content License.
Wordsmith
By Richard H. Fay
The flame of my creativity
Forms words into poetry.
The hammer of my talent
Shapes lines into artworks.
The spark of my inspiration
Yields artifacts of beauty.
The ingenuity of my mind
Crafts literary treasures.
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