An Ode to Robin

As many of you, I was shocked when I heard the news about Robin Williams. I really enjoyed his work over the whole of my life. He will be missed by many, MANY people. So I hope to honor his passing with these words.


Ode to Robin.

Oh Captain My Captain. What a tragedy this day.
For today, Mrs Doubtfire has gone away.
Never again will Roosevelt come alive at night
The lamp stands unrubbed tonight

Oh I long to hear “Na-nu na-nu,” from the owner of Zevo Toys.
Or be in a Birdcage where my parents are boys.
Tonight we roll the dice and get a stampede.
For now the Bicentenial Man is gone indeed.

Whether you reside in light or in dark of What Dreams May Come
Patch taught us to laugh when all else looks glum.
Fly back to us on some magic fairy dust.
For in Jakob the Liar we do trust.

Good-bye oh friend who helped us through MIT.
We miss your Flubber, oh so bouncy.
Farewell to the ducks from the Crazy Ones.
We now weep during Good Morning Vietnam reruns.

An Ode to Oblivion

I wrote another Cthulhu poem last night. If you thought my last one was dark, … well, you haven’t seen anything yet. Seriously, this one really goes off the deep end of dark. Consider before reading.

An Ode to Oblivion
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall,
Down into Cthulhu goes cradle and all.
How my heart longs for nothingness.
My soul, I hope he doth bless.

Crunchy my body, my soul is sweet,
May I be a tasty treat,
No more pain, an end to sorrow,
A freedom from life I’d love to borrow.

An end from this world I seek,
Sharing this gift, freeing this bleak
Exist’nce from starting again anew,
In my heart I know it true.

May my Master feast on me,
Turn my body to entropy.
Hair and skin and soul the same,
Crush this world with cleansing flame.

Now within the circle I lay
When it’s over my skin shall flay.
Candles around me all alight
Into oblivion, oh what a sight!

Peace of nothing, truth of all,
Opening the door for chaos to crawl.
This one gift I give to humanity.
Form and spirit are forever now free.

Some Cthulhu Poetry

So I was lying awake and realized I just needed to write. This is what came out. I thought I would share it with you. It is not holiday themed. This is by no means done. It definitely could use an edit pass. Enjoy.

They Are Coming
by Dale C. McCoy, Jr.

In the dark here I lay, unable to sleep.
All is still and quiet. In the dim light I see no movement.
The only sound is that of my own heart pounding in my chest.
For I know that they are coming.

I know not when they will arrive.
Perhaps it will be today or tomorrow night.
But no matter when, I know they will come for me.
Perhaps even now they are coming.

Their names do not matter.
They will dress in robes and carry wavey daggers.
I can fight all I want. It does not matter. More will come.
There can be no doubt that they are coming.

There is no where to hide.
They will find my safe shelter.
They have their people in with the police.
They will find me. They are coming.

They call upon dark powers.
They control many through the mystical dreams.
Great old ones are on their side. They wield great power.
How can they be stopped when they are coming.

I know they exist.
Discovery they fear above all else.
That is my crime. I know Cthulhu’s worshippers live on.
It is only a matter of time until they are coming.

A scratching sound!
Schuffling coming from the other room.
If this is my last moment, then they will fight to the end.
They will not take me easily now that they are coming.

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