Mark Stigers

Joined June 2021

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One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona

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Jack the Ripper
This poem is a fictional exploration of the historical figure known as Jack the Ripper, written to reflect on one of history’s most infamous unsolved mysteries. It is not intended to glorify violence or disrespect the victims of these tragic events. The purpose is artistic and historical, aiming to provoke thought and discussion. Reader discretion is advised due to the dark subject matter.
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
What Is Under the Bed
I woke up last night, was something under the bed? I got a shocking fright, and was filled with dread. I thought I heard a sound.
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
Alistair Crowley
Mystic, poet, philosopher I am. I took it to the hilt, or was it all a scam? “Do what thou wilt.” I believed in sex magick.
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
Nessus
I am half horse half man. The goods I deliver. I worked as a ferryman, Across the Evenus river. Can a centaur earn your trust,
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
Moth Man
I am 7 foot tall soul With a 10 foot wing span My eyes red they glow You’ll know fear at my hand I can fly a hundred miles an hour
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
The Invisible Man
You cannot see me, but I can see you. I will learn what will be by watching what you do. What secrets will I steal, because you don’t know I’m here?
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
Witch
To Satan I am bound, Before my dark lord you should cower. With symbols I made on the ground, he will grant me strength and power.
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
A Mini Monster
I have caused the death of so many. I carry a lot of disease. A monster small and mini. The black plague is one of these.
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
Hyrda
In swamp of Lerna deep and dark, I fill men’s hearts with dread. I am a warning stark, for I bear nine heads. If you cut one head off of me,
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
The Crawling Eye
I am in mountain mists, Hidden in the fog. See me, and you will insist that I am something gone wrong. Those poor souls I have eaten;
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
Lycanthropy
On the night of the full moon, I change to half wolf half man. Then I bring the wicked doom, from those of us who are damned.
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
Doppelgänger
A doppelgänger, yes, I am. How necessary are you here? Will anybody give a damn, if I grip you in icy Fear I appear as an exact copy of you,
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets

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Jack the Ripper

What Is Under the Bed

Alistair Crowley

Nessus

Moth Man

The Invisible Man

Witch

A Mini Monster

Hyrda

The Crawling Eye

Lycanthropy

Doppelgänger

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