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April 30th - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge
I smiled as the
diabolical music grew louder.
Shall I welcome
this powerful spirit
that clawed at my heart
then preceded to command my will
to desire intense pleasure.
I’m useless under this ponderous bâton.
A stately conductor
of this bitter orchestra.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 58 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 29th - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge
Grimly they suspected
the presence of hate.
Their eyes pierced through
the unconscious wall
to search for any sign of life.
The pulse of the earth
beating to an end.
Awakened and wrought with fear
the lizard crawled back alone
and wished for a place
that was beautiful
without the weapon to destroy sincerity.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 57 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 28th - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge
Struggled in vain
As I search for the key
To carefully open my vaults
My sickly soul found
covered in gold chains
My examination ruined.
An empty discovery.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 56 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 27th - The Poeming - Dracula’s Death
Traces of sweet existence
A glimpse of the faithful dove
lighted in the morning sun.
Is courage possible
when warmth is washed away?
Eyes desperate to overcome
fatal chances of vaporous death.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 55 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 26th - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge
Hypnotized
by ghostly moonbeams.
Heart
wrung out of emotion.
Chilled
by the phantom menace.
Danced
away the hours till possession.
Doomed
to becoming a monster.
Locked
naked as the mass gathered.
Liberated
beyond the awful gloom.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 54 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 25th - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge
Floating somewhere in
the nebulous
May this calm
allow for consolation.
Whilst other dared
to scheme their return
their veritable quest
without luck
will be heard below.
A new criminal shall emerge
struggling to notice
the wickedness worn before him.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 53 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 24th - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge
Scraping along the edge of sleep
I pray for some piteous opportunity
to keep away every agonized thought
pondered in despair.
Should I travel beyond this path of villainy?
I’m tired off entreaty without pleasure.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 52 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 23rd - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge
Awakened in silence
he quietly tried to
obeisance death.
Unknowingly he stole
the sacred gold
whence consumed her vile heart.
He shall not surmise
the outrage that blazed
upon her dark secret given pardon.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 51 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 22nd - The Poeming - Dracula's Dirge
What dangerous toils
shall manifest
within this gathering.
Fain to countermand
the power that arose
from this religion
to create superstition
and nearly
escape the suspicion.
Prolong the anger
and refuse to admit
uncertain views.
Try to surmise
this rebelled state.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 50 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 21st - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge
The wind carried
the wail of a child
proof of the living
within this sanctuary.
As shadowy forms
passed outside the window
my mind
brooked no fear
whilst it tried
to deceive myself.
Aghast, I awoke
Daylight splintered
my unconscious
Destroyed the diary
of evidences
that I dreamt
Now fade to another mystery.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 48-49 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 20th - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge
Beware
the blazing wrath
of a woman.
Another ribald touch,
mirthless passion,
soulless laughter
imperious demons
whisper
a lurid promise
how dare
you awaken the storm.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 47 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 19th - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge
The silvery moon shone
like pale, white pearls
over golden honey.
Bitter sweet softness
piercing time.
A delightful truth.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 46 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 18th - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge
I’m puzzled by
footsteps in the dust
for certain a warning
whilst I’m quite alone.
Merciful
in this haunted place
my obstinacy
to soothe my mind
a remorseless feeling.
What wars lurk
in my foul future
I have no feeling
of repose
in the midst of lies
I have fallen
into madness.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 45 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 17th - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge
I hope for comfort
In the crevices of my sanity.
On the precipice of a mountain
disguised as a diamond
vengeance lay
in the cracks of wealth.
I tried to
deceive my senses
and preserve the quietude
of a moth
whose presence
does not kill
but old powers
ravage the living
to ash.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 44 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 16th - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge
Thus, the creature was the first
to emerge from the Abyss.
Spreading delusion
that feelings of repulsion
would not change.
My worn hands
grasp my cloak
studying the effect
of this dreadful trick.
As the shadow of the lizard
encompassed the man
with no semblance of fear.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 43 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 15th - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge
Once we were warned
the foreign secret
will be spoken.
The accursed prisoner
shall pay for freedom.
His compunction unsealed,
placed in the vast expanse
of unnatural dreams.
When handed the choice,
bearing a nocturnal will
a mere move towards
velvety darkness,
he was able to remember
home.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 41-42 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992
April 14th, 2025 - The Poeming- Dracula’s Dirge
Dishonourable affairs
a friend shall not be at liberty to boast.
Bitterness can arise over
such precious matters.
Heavy is the sword
that sought peace
and left blood stinted to illustrate
a warlike observation.
[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 39-40 in the source text.]
Source text:
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992