The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

By Stanley Collymore



Rape, enforced incest, endangerment to the mother’s health

or life, or an early diagnosed horrendous foetal deformity

or recognized hereditary or other incurable disease

being carried by that foetus whose quality of life

would be seriously impaired or virtually

none, are all plausible reasons, if an

imposed or even an intended

conception occurs, to

logically and ethically

have an abortion.



But to simply or else lazily use it as a deferred

mechanism for contraception and callously

do so in an age and society replete with

a full range of highly effective ways

to freely obviate all possibility of

having unwanted pregnancies.



Or even worse having women and likely

mothers, of all people, either naively,

asininely or even willingly yielding

to the demands of men: be they

husbands or partners who

hubristically or else for

so-called cultural reasons

don’t want daughters

but have a twisted preference for sons;

is nothing less than the insensitive

and cold-blooded perpetration of

gratuitous and unpardonable

murder in my opinion!



© Stanley V. Collymore

22 February 2013.

By Stanley Collymore



You’re principally a foetus without a soul or any

moral claims on the rest of us; no voting rights

that are knowingly being infringed - in short,

you’re dispensable in every way and rightly

so. So why should anyone bother about

you, or care in the least whether you

live or die? Unless, that is, they

have a conscience, which

forces them to see your

callous murder as the

mindless butchery

that it really is.



© Stanley V. Collymore

18 January 1998.

By Stanley Collymore



All I keep hearing from you is what you expect of

me: a litany of your wishes, requirements and

even your fantasies gathered together and

neatly parcelled up in what effectively

is your personal shopping list of

selfish demands relating to me.

How could you conceivably have thought

that such egoistical behaviour would

remotely impress, let alone ever

persuade me to fall in love

with a compulsive control

freak and out and out

self-centred gold

digger like

YOU ?



© Stanley V. Collymore

30 January 2013.

By Stanley Collymore



Gott weiss, dass es nicht das leichteste Ding in der

Welt heutzutage ist fuer man echte Menschen sich

zu begegnen geschweige denn viele von ihnen

immer kennenzulernen, so es ist besonders

lohnend wann die Gelegenheit ergibt

sich so zu tun. Dies ist bestimmt die

Situation mit euch, fuer ohne Zweifel

ihr seid zwei der netten Personen

das jemand kennenlernen hoffen

konnte; und glaub mir die

Welt im allgemeinen

dringend viel mehr

von euch!



© Stanley V. Collymore

27 Januar 2010.

By Stanley Collymore



Blacks comprise just 13% of the US’s population but make up an

Aggregate of 75% of those incarcerated in its jails and 90% of

The grand total of those on Death Row. High School proms

As everyone but you it seems knows are in the 21st

Century in several states of the USA still strictly

Segregated, as evidently many Caucasian

Moms and dads, and their likeminded

Offspring too, obviously appear

To like things that way.



And long after slavery was officially outlawed and the white

Pastime of lynching Blacks supposedly practised no more,

A 60 year old white supremacist and company executive

With AGC, Joe Hundley only this month while on an

Internal, Delta flight from Idaho felt absolutely

At liberty to deliver along with racist abuse

A pugilistic punch to a 19 month old

Crying, non-white baby.



But that’s not all as I’m sure everyone who isn’t totally brain

Dead is well aware; and that includes Blacks too if they

Would simply stop hiding behind that convenient

Memory of theirs or the house nigger mask that

Unhappily so many of them proudly and

Sycophantically wear! Even though

Regrettably they’re not alone in

Adopting this ludicrous stance, since crime in the

US isn’t seen by those who comment on it as

The accumulative sickness of a brutal and

Largely immature society, but rather as

A matter of Racial Demography.



Worst yet is the Japanese-American community that collectively

Was interned throughout World War 2; something which the

Powers that be in the USA would never have considered

Let alone ever do to the German American one of 33

Million souls. This despite the latter’s unabashed

Affinity with Das Vaterland accompanied by

Strong Nazi sentiments that the civilized

World quite rightly abhorred. Even so,

German-Americans didn’t give a damn;

Their only concern being - and were it not for the

Japanese attack on Pearl Harbour would surely have

Succeeded in their endeavour - to impede US involvement

In what they expediently and dishonestly saw as Europe’s war.



None of this though stopped America when it belatedly entered the war

From spitefully setting off in typical uncultured revenge two thermo-nuclear

Blasts in a row: both of them in Japan, at Hiroshima and Nagasaki respectively,

Not Berlin or anywhere for that matter in Fascist Italy! Yet here we have in

The 21st Century two utterly moronic, female Xenophobes – ignorant

Perhaps of history and predictably so, spouting off about their

Country’s nationalism and pathetically being rather proud

About it too. And who are they? Why Americans of course:

One Black the other Japanese! Which aptly endorses what I’ve always

Known and concurred with! That realistically, there’s no possible

Way of accounting for what’s essentially extravagant stupidity?



© Stanley V. Collymore

21 February 2013.

By Stanley Collymore



You would like for us to get married, you say. What an

uncanny and utterly preposterous idea! And by the

way, what brought that crazy notion on? As it

couldn’t be anything I’ve said to you or

encouragingly have done; for you

know me well enough to fully

concede that I always deal

with realities not flights

of delusional fantasy.





Besides, what’s in it for me? For evidently you’ve no class,

social status, no background to speak of or any pedigree

that’s worth tuppance to me; and speaking of money

you’ve none to shout about as without a doubt you’re the

very epitome of reckless impecuniosity: a spendthrift who

embarrassingly relies quite heavily on me to always

bale you out financially. Furthermore, you’ve

nothing in this earthly life that credibly or even

remotely would make me consider you to

be an asset societally let alone seriously

tempt me to ever become your wife.





And when it comes to crucial matters of cultural enlightenment like

for instance basic education, yours isn’t the kind of situation I could

flatteringly or even boastfully casually bring up in polite conversation,

or without total mortification to me or fear of the consternation and

likely alienation that it would bring from those who I favourably

regard as friends or hobnob with in high society ever disclose

to them the full extent of this unorthodox relationship that

clandestinely but sensibly exists between you and me.





But undeniably you have your uses as we both well know;

for among the sheets you’re an indomitable livewire

and veritable dynamo. A fearless tiger on the prowl;

a man inexorably and completely possessed and

whose consummate zest cheek by jowl

easily unlocks, ravishingly stokes,

tormentently sustains and gratifyingly

sates the carnal passion in me, driving

me on amidst the indulgent atmosphere

of my unbridled lechery to

indescribable heights of

stratospheric ecstasy; as audaciously, dexterously

knowledgeably, quite diligently and with aplomb you

plunge yourself endlessly deeper and indomitably

into the swirling waters of my feminine dam.





Where spiritedly from within their aqueous embrace

and my impassioned ardour afire with an agonizingly and

wholly uncontrollable, pent-up lust; you oh so delightfully in

ferocious forays release apace the contents therein in a frenzied,

maddening and unstoppable rush! A customary, interminably

lascivious onslaught that deranges and quite literally

defencelessly tears me apart; and with my whole body

convulsively vibrating like a well-hammered drum it’s easy to

discern even in the midst of the enervating haze of my pleasurable

exploitation, which I most willingly and wholeheartedly support,

to amusingly appreciate and fully understand why in France

this thoroughly surreal and near death experience that you

habitually, efficiently and pitilessly provoke in me

attracts the apposite sobriquet of la petite mort.





But sex on its own however appealing or satisfying it

might be, and your delivery of it is undeniably the

best I’ll readily agree, just isn’t enough, I must

truthfully confess, to induce someone

like me, regardless of how disposed

I am to you sexually, to wantonly

divest myself of all commonsense,

social propriety or worst still my sanity

by gratuitously getting hitched to what basically is

a nobody; who furthermore, and let’s openly face facts,

is acceleratedly going nowhere fast, and we both know that!





And were I to foolishly yield to what you’re entreatingly demanding

of me know for certain that it would undeniably put me in the most

compromising of positions, creating an intolerable situation that

in itself would be suffocatingly wrong and also categorically

make me the laughing stock of everyone. So while I’m most happy to

have you as my bit on the side and uncomplainingly at anytime that you

wish provide you with those mouth-watering rides that deliver such

euphoric bliss to me, let’s be practical about this and stick firmly

with sex which is infinitely more appropriate for you and me,

and permanently forget all idealistic thoughts of matrimony.





© Stanley V. Collymore

21 February 2013.

By Stanley Collymore



Wahre Liebe ist viel mehr als die Faehigkeit

beruhigende Woerter wie „ich liebe Dich“ zu

sagen; hat die Eigenschaft und den Mut die

schadeten Gefuehle und den verletzten

Stolz, die wir gelegentlich hegen

wegen der Verunglimpfungen – real

oder imaginaer – dass wir wahrnehmen

wir erlitten haben ueberzusteigen. Fuer

wahre Liebe ist grosser und viel mehr als

alle dieser Dinge zusammenfassen

und, bedeutend, weiss wie und

wann zu verzeihen.



© Stanley V. Collymore

2 February 2010.

By Stanley Collymore



My weaknesses are nullified by

your strengths - yours by my

full understanding and the

greatest appreciation for

what I joyously know

you’re lovingly and

brilliantly doing!





© Stanley V. Collymore

25 July 2001.

By Stanley Collymore



Ridiculed and scorned it was you

That gave me the inspiration

To carry on – for in their

Intense hatred of you,

Your foes revealed

Too their innate

Fear of you!



© Stanley V. Collymore

31 July 2001.

By Stanley Collymore



How does it feel to take the life of

someone else; to coldly bring to a

violent and abrupt end millions

of years of evolution which

resulted in that particular man or

woman: an embodiment of dreams,

hopes, aspirations and ambitions;

all undone in a matter of seconds?

Is it really worth it; to destroy

all that in one mindless and

irreversible act spurred

on by untrammelled

racial hatred?



© Stanley V. Collymore

17 February 1998.





In lasting memory of Joy Gardner, Stephen Lawrence on the 25th anniversary of his murder and all other victims of racial prejudice and institutionalized racist legal systems everywhere.

By Stanley Collymore



I might not say it to you quite as often as

I ought to; and that I know is very remiss

of me. None the less, the abiding love,

total respect and unquestionable devotion

I have for you are still solidy there, except

that they’re immutably now reinforced by

the several years we’ve happily spent

together with the astutely sensible

and throughly splendid decision

we jointly made to become

husband and wife.



© Stanley V. Collymore

31 December 2009.

By Stanley Collymore



Patriotism is a profound love

and abiding respect for

one's own country

and what it genuinely represents –

nationalism however, which is the antithesis

of this and seeks to destroy other peoples

and their countries, is the full awareness

that the land you brag so much

about, neither boasts nor

deserves any such

recognition!



© Stanley V. Collymore

1 August 2001.

By Stanley Collymore



You were surprisingly in my dream last night

and embarrassingly I must confess caused

me unaccustomedly to behave in the

most immodest and quite unladylike

manner I can ever recall. What ever

possessed and ultimately came

over me I can’t really say that

I fully understand or can

explain at all, as it was

undoubtedly and

singularly the most

breathtaking and

agreeably novel

experience I’ve

ever sustained.



Then hours later after you’d gone,

me thoroughly undone

and my physical

though not my mental energy

totally but oh so gratifyingly

drained, I reflected gravely on what

I’d done, saw no need either for

shame nor remorse and instantly

fought quite hard to fall asleep

once more; blissfully and

longingly hoping that you

would immediately

reappear to thrill,

possess and

replenish me

as before with the most

wantonly ravishing of

your encores!



© Stanley V. Collymore

14 February 2013.

By Stanley Collymore



Is it really possible to love two men

separately and equally, but in

quite different ways;

to be married to one of them

but also love the other deeply -

living with the first, yet zealously

wanting for the other to stay forever

in your life and never depart from you?

You’ve told me persuasively that’s how it is,

and listening to you I must say I believe you -

for I would rather share you evenly than

lose you altogether and, in doing so,

live a life of total misery.



So whatever lack of principles that there are

arising from that assertion, and which others

might see in our actions and thus frown upon

or actually condemn - it’s us not them who

must face and ultimately live with the

full consequences of our deeds; for who

but a wholly sanctimonious hypocrite

or a thoroughly deceitful person

wouldn’t concede, that life is far too brief for

sacrifices which are made for their own

sakes and, therefore, no certain relief

to those who face the ultimate test:

between a life consisting of dull

conformity and strict duty, or

one liberally strewn with

bouquets of happiness?



© Stanley V. Collymore

6th March 1998.





Dedicated to all those who’ve ever been there before and survived it.

BY Stanley Collymore



It wasn’t my intention to fall in love with you or

anyone else come to that, and although it might

sound conceited or even disrespectful to

mention it, it wasn’t at all what I really

had in mind; which was that I was

quite happy with the way that

my life has been and therefore

saw no logical reason for

changing things from the

way they comfortably stood.

But obviously I’d not factored into this

emotional equation the incredible power

of love or the unlikely possibility of

meeting someone like you who’d

successfully, positively and even

significantly influence my

prior and seemingly fixed

opinion on matters of

love and, as it looks,

do so for good!



© Stanley V. Collymore

1 February 2013.



With an immense and intense love for English that has spanned my childhood, school and university education and afterwards featured hugely, and happily still does, as an academic practitioner of English in all its forms and at every conceivable tutorial level over a long and exceedingly rewarding professional teaching career, I regularly use my poems, which over the years have run into their thousands and deal with a diversity of topics but essentially constitute an engaging recreation and labour of love for me, as inspirational or creative incentives in specific areas of my English teaching like creative writing, subject analysis and discussion, or Teaching English as a Foreign Language.



This poem falls squarely into these categories; and with the fever of valentine in the air will, I hope, serve as a catalyst for openly declared as well as covert aficionados of this recurrent love-fest.