I had a really good friend whose name was Velvet Darkness. She wrote poetry and she was very good.

I have a selection of her poems that she gave me which I treasure. Some of them were written quite recently, but others were written quite some time ago.
I thought you might enjoy them.
So if you would permit it, I would like to share some of them with you.

I hope she reads this some time.

The classification of mankind

Tidy boxes and neat little slots.
Envelopes and drawers marked socks.

People are judged and filed away,
You are put in a box and told to 'stay'.

Allocated a space to suit the masses,
In colour, creed, race, and various classes.

You're told that it keeps you safe from all dangers,
Bound and chained by the perception of strangers.

The way they see you and what they think
Do you smoke? Do drugs? How much do you drink?

How sad that where you're born and raised,
Could determine the way you'll end your days.

It's a crime that they think they have the right,
To categorise you by weight and height.

If you don't fit in you'll never make it.
If it doesn't come naturally, bloody well fake it!

To them all I scream from the highest hill.
I don't fit in and I NEVER WILL!!!!!!!!!!!

Velvet. Jan 2007

Another of Velvet's poems for you to enjoy.

My Love............For You.

No blackest rose conceal it.
No darkest shadows hide it.
Blood to blood reveal it.
Passion guide it.


Fire and flame ignite it.
Eternal dusk defend it.
No mortal flesh can fight it.
Nor petty discord end it.

Trusting Kindred know it.
Abiding faith believe it.
Captivated heart bestow it
Tender heart receive it.

____________________Velvet.

Yet another of Velvet's wonderful writings.

In The Cellar Something Stirs.

Velvet Darkness wandering
out in the woods one day,
Came across a cellar door
and was heard to say

"I wonder what that's doing there,
without a house attached?
A cellar on it is own is odd
and look the door's unlatched!"

Now being quite a nosy sort,
she had to look and see.
she crept inside and down the stairs,
Rather her than me.

Down in the dark cellar
she found a little man,
he was stirring something ghastly
in a massive frying pan.

The smell was quite atrocious
and she couldn't help but ask.
''What IS that?'', in a wheezy voice.
The man paused in his task.

"It's dinner for the fellow there,
his diet is unique.
If you go, to say hello,
be careful of his beak"

She looked and saw a creature,
it's feathers brigh-*test*-('") blue.
He looked quite huge and fearsome,
And extremely hungry too.

With teeth as sharp as knives he sat there
chewing on a log.
"Blimey mister." Velvet said.
"What happened to your dog????"