Bete Poems - Poems about Bete

I knew she was poison, but as a young man with jug ears and pimples I gladly held out my glass for more deadly nightshade. She said she liked poetry but it was obvious she had no taste for mine, nevertheless I give it a shot and when I had done I sensed a door in her mind slamming shut She was a beauty and far...

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THE BETE Little children, You better be good. Pick up your toys Like good children should. Clean your plate And don't make noise Cause the BETE is waiting For bad girls and boys. No fighting or fussing, No throwing a fit. Do all your chores. No saying, "Aw ****!" And don't write on the walls, Cause if you do, The big BETE Is waiting for you! He's mean and he's ugly. He's...

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The Devil's Dead Roses A prelude to the Bete Noire Please stop Please stop Don't look at my face Please stop Please stop Don't look at my face. ...

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Bete Noire What is this What is this coming at me What is this coming at me Stop this coming at me Stop this coming at me Take it off Just take it off Take off your fuqqing mask Take off your fuqqing mask And everything hypnotized *********** What is this What is this coming at me Why you coming at me Why you coming at me Is this...

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Bete Noire What is this What is this coming at me What is this coming at me Stop this coming at me Stop this coming at me Take it off Just take it off Take off your fuqqing mask Take off your fuqqing mask And everything hypnotized *********** What is this What is this coming at me Why you coming at me Why you coming at me Is this...

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My sense of humors mannered an approach, That anyone that so likes can call a friend. It isn’t a dream killer or a snatcher but helps push. It isn’t a dream stealer or a watcher but makes meaning friends. It’s a dream maker and not a breaker. It’s an inspirer and not a bore. It’s a pixel that encompasses and projects. It...

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I try to scream but no sound comes, I desperately claw at the ornate velvet hangings of my bed with to no avail. My nightmare continues to consume me. Then She come the queen of the damned the devourer of souls the base of my the very base of my Bete Noir. I cringe and cower...

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tumbled symbols scream tongue-tied tussled bed wetter fomenter of torment. seeps dandelion seed shout unbound denizen of night angels guardian of sleep...

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