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Get a Grip

(For JHL's 'Hauntings')

I tempt my fate with tree branches. Each and every night
I walk home from my bus stop as darkness drains the light.

I pass by St. John's Cemetery and shoot a wayward glance.
Ominous rows of tombstones bewitch me in a trance...


I see them: people resting, strangers from our world
in peace together side by side, in death a bond unfurls.

I picture souls of children who died before their time
from some forsaken circumstance, severing ties that bind;

Bind them to their bodies, their families and lives
only to contract melanoma at tender age of five.

Are these children angry? Will they come after me?
As here I stand upright and tall, full grown and healthy?

Do ghosts even exist? Can I ever be sure?
This hallowed ground, crowded yet empty, contaminated yet pure.

There's no way I can know for sure what lurks behind those gates,
but all these thoughts fill me with panic...I'm through with tempting fate. 

My walk turns brisk and rapid, I shift my pace to run.
My run leads to a sprint, I pray the ghosts don't come...

My sprint gives to a dash, my feet can't find their grip
In darkness I am blinded, on a fallen branch I trip.

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  1. Date: 8/29/2009 7:58:00 AM
    Scary stuff-sounds like it could be in a Hitchcock movie. Guess I'm showing my age with that comment. The questions work well. You answered the challenge with this style! Sorry I missed this earlier. Thank you for your kind words on my poem. Keep on writing. Karen

  1. Date: 8/13/2009 3:42:00 PM
    you are an awe inspiring poet and a master of words i am very on point with my grammer im not sure what happened but thanks for the comments

  1. Date: 8/9/2009 4:05:00 AM
    Excellent poem Yoni, when i pass a graveyard, the hairs on my arms stand on end. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this, thank you for sharing>>James

  1. Date: 7/31/2009 9:58:00 AM
    "Im through with............Best one so far I've read dear....great JOB! Light & Love

  1. Date: 7/31/2009 8:31:00 AM
    hahaha.... lighten up Yoni, it's only people.... ya know what I mean, how we react is on us huh? Haunting truths in this write, I'm kind of like rudolph, cause I was not invited to any of these games.... where's santa at anyway?(humor humor.... )

  1. Date: 7/31/2009 8:27:00 AM
    sorry Yoni, wrote the wrong title, the children's book that will be removed in a month when it goes to edit is called blueberry Jam, so please share the story for free with as many children as would like to hear it. God blessing be with you always, Your friend with love, Lucinda (hey, just call me Lu for short (hawaiian, "love" though my middle name is love, never really used it as a line because it means something to me. :)

  1. Date: 7/29/2009 8:51:00 AM
    Love this one. Keep writing. Sara

  1. Date: 7/29/2009 4:20:00 AM
    Thank you for sharing your splendid but scary poetry with us today Yoni. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 7/28/2009 12:24:00 PM
    Yeah... that sounded like a teaser to a movie or something. A really great write and well written. Also check out my new poem as well called: The Soul, :) enjoy your day.

  1. Date: 7/28/2009 4:43:00 AM
    Scary--im just picturing the souls of children who died before their time,this is getting too much deep--it is scary,im so afraid of the dead Yoni and this poem can haunt my night very easy,i try to think of faries later or dream of PeterPAN:)--Bravo Yoni-once more--charma

  1. Date: 7/27/2009 9:51:00 PM
    Yoni, What a great haunting poem. It took me back to my teen years when I walked home from my after school job as a cashier at a nearby grocery store. Your poem described exactly the fear motivated increasing pace speed and the extra keen awareness of my surroundings as I fearfully walked home. Thank God, my brother met me half way. Great Poem!!! and SCARY!!!!! Love you, DAS-J

  1. Date: 7/27/2009 8:28:00 PM
    we all trip at times... and end up on the ground, close to the living and the dead.......whoosh!!!! this poem really twisted my brain! arrrgggg!!!! oh yeaaaa!!!! love it! GREAT HAUNTING!.... Yoni! the best yet!!! jimbo