Siphoned light gropes passengers
Hopeful for luminescent hearts,
Arching underneath bombazine drapes
Dusted with passionate legacies
Of original sin and the primogeniture son,
Wicked for nighttime plots savouring
Spicy love, exponential in a vivid darkness.
People who spend their time devoted to poetry
Optimistic people who can be pessimistic as well
Elegant writers throughout society waiting ever so slowly and patiently to be known
Those who utter their feelings in to a well thought out and admired poem
Spirits with a talent, and who are happy.
Pleasing to read, persuades others to write poems as well
Of all forms of literature poems seem the best
Eccentric writings that inspire, express, and inform
Modern society vs. ancient work
Supercilious poems that express thee
thank u for looking at this poem.
hope u enjoyed- WÖLF
Masonic rituals performed by dancing shadows
Inspired by the pale moons light
Demons tempting chaste virgins
Needing comfort in the chilling night
Incandescent spectres, like mist, crawl from the mere
Garnished in willow-o-wisp shrouds
Honour to the midnights guardians
That cry their allegiance, to the sky, aloud
Trapped within the tunnel vision
Harbringer seeks familiar ground
Granite bars lock in silence
Interrupted by the baying hound
Nwyvre seated on throne of stars
Deeming this the vision hour
Isis sits nursing dawns unborn light
Midnight; time of greatest power
Reaching to the sky in terror, another helpless victim of an
Inconceivable crime cries out for mercy. Blood curdles as screams
Pierce the night of London town. Who is the madman on the loose
Preying on the defenseless? The answer comes from hell…
Evil is lurking in every shadow. Do not close your eyes. The nightmare is .
Real, sinister, maniacal…No one is safe from Jack.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 10/16/13
For Russell Sivey's Everything Halloween Contest
...Formidable treat he stress
At the early hour of this day.
No pain, no gain- All is still well.
Centenary dream is a luxury few can reach.
Yours truly, let your fate decide.
30th of April, 2013.
Grey-robed ladies materialise at castles
Hideous red-eyed entities hover in woods
On horseback, headless riders gallop past
Silently, spectres watch and cause unease
Throwing objects at exorcists, spirits laugh
For Andrea’s 5-letter word Acrostic contest
T wo buildings once stood tall
W hen one day they would fall.
I n the sky the planes flew
N ot knowing what they'd do.
T oo many people died
O n that day we all cried.
W hat happened no one knew
E xtreme anger just grew.
R emembering the fear
S o keep your families near.
Gulf oil spilled
Useless big waste
Lives were taken
Oil will spew
In such turmoil
Loss no one knew
So much damage
People showed care
Like a nightmare
Let’s clean this up!
Darkness my realm of forever seals my place.
A world that delivers my minds perfect face,
Remarkably my fantasy I cannot tell a soul.
Known only in the recesses of my minds goal,
A shadow follows my every move each night.
Now more than ever the moon glows so bright.
Demons not exactly, just my dream contrite.
My dream is to be announced upon a star.
Yes to be exclaimed upon universe so far.
Sealed and granted upon mystery flight.
Taken freely from my unglamorous sight,
I am the one that centuries have sought.
Calling for my dreams, nature never fought.
All upon the night, fantasy continues to grow.
Listen to the eve of darkness, you will know.
Hooves, with majestic rhythm pound the ground
Off the beat'n path. Roam'n wild, roam'n free
Refined in grace, loyal, noble. So missunderstood
Stunning in appearance, with mane and tail adrift
Enchantedly each strand of hair, dances in the wind
Spirited, radiant, dynamic in every way.
I live a life in a place where alcohol violence reigns supreme/
over a dying culture split in se7en groups of se7enty times se7en of rival teams/
I hear my brothers hollers I hear my sisters screams/
I see people live among broken glass like that of many broken dreams/
I sometimes wish I could not see what my two eyes sometimes see/
I cant act blind as if it were just a brush off my sleeve/
The more I lose in life the more it seems the less I need/
I try and overcome my own selfish greed/
I got a child on the way I now look at what kind of role model I'd be/
I was was incarcerated so I must not take for granted for the simple fact that Im free/
But it hard with tattoos on my face in place where tattoos like mine seem a disgrace/
Lord watch over me as I take last place in this life game race/
It not a matter of being first second or third Lord cuz all I need iz your grace/
help me to better walk off this destructive road and slow my pace/
Just take me now if Im done with your purpose if thats the case/
Because I dont want to live like I got to look over my shoulder right around the corner....
H awthorne bushes wildly overgrown, line the mud and gravel driveway
A bandoned by a farmer years ago, sold to someone unknown to all
U ntouched by human hands, it now appears to be totally deserted
N oticeable is the large red barn that sits predominantly on the land
T rees and uncut crops fill the fields which roll down the hill to the river
E very night lights are seen moving around the isolated farm property
D iesel engines are heard rumbling over the wind very late at night
R umors spread about the haunted red barn down the country road
E ven neighbours wonder why a beautiful barn sits alone and empty
D aylight hours offer little explanation of its existence, no movement seen
B ut is it really empty - is someone being hidden there against their will
A larming questions arise in our minds on this country road, imaginations
R un wild and every terrible scenario is suggested until we get an answer
N iagara police bust this crystal meth lab- one of the largest found in Ontario
* This is a true story, for years we walked by this haunted red barn on our country road. November 2010 police from the USA, Canadian-American border, Niagara, Hamilton and Toronto police busted one of the largest crystal meth labs - now that’s Scary!
Written by Lee Ramage
September 13, 2011
For Constance ~ My Dear Heart’s
Contest “A Creepy, Scary Haunted House Poem, Please”
~A distant island still undiscovered,
nearing magnetically to its mystery,
distancing me from myself every moment,
remembering to forget the return path,
even my earth is puzzled,...revolve or rotate?
another blue sky beyond this one is calling.~
Leaves on the trees in my yard
Even now some are falling hard.
All of them have their own distinct look.
Very often we keep them in a book.
Everyone of them is beautiful and so grand.
Seeing that they were made by God's great hand!
For Carol Brown's contest "Leaves"
Bubbles, bubbles everywhere
Up the wall and all over the floor
Bubble bath in my toilet, I declare
Bubbles now heading out of the door
Looks like I'm having a bizarre dream
Every bubble perfectly clean
Spewing from my toilet like an erupting volcano!
All the time I was descending into that deep, dense cavern of a hole
Between my shoulders an uneasy crick appeared and seemed to slip into my soul.
Overhead, jagged, stalactites hung, daring any to allow this cave to be explored
Mystic webs floated within the shadows, trailing over rocks marked and scored.
Illusions I discovered, some buried, some cast by an evil mind, ate at my very soul
Numbing fear suddenly binds me and I am falling ever faster and deeper into the hole.
At the last minute I stop, hearing, angry sounds and howls in the shadows cast
Then I see a creature grotesque and ancient; a nightmare ripped from my past.
In the mists, the cloying stench of the mutilated destruction claws at my nose
Opting my brain to scream,'run', but too late the creature has come in close.
Nightmares everywhere fade, reality winks in and slowly I become aware
So maybe, I'll buy, just one more ticket, 'Abominations', is a really cool scare!
I unfold this truth shamelessly,
Will it cost me very dearly?
Ease each fear of my reality,
Your understanding won't be petty...
Mind if words are spoken quickly?
Ancient science launches research towards new technology
Learning new disciplines to increase the power of their patron
Creating new magics; generating spendable gold from lead
Hinting at greater knowledge hidden in the realms of men
Evolving sciences increase the expertise of kingdom soldiers
Machines, potions and tactics to defeat enemies of the king
Yesterday's mysteries leading the world toward today's reality
A legend that has been used and abused so much,
Deals with the undead, blood drinkers as such,
Many stories from all over the globe are told.
I have seen every movie, ever made and sold.
Real Vampires exist of this I am so very sure.
An evil form, well maybe, and without a cure.
Legends all begin with some sort of partial truth.
Can anyone definitely be sure there are no such things?
Ages have past and we still find new creatures on earth.
Realistically I cannot believe all the tales that clings.
Dracula the most famous Vampire for all it is worth.
Unites all the lore, that humankind has believed.
Listening and embellishing, has been what perceived.
A soul taken, by another has to be evil, they all sleuthed.
Victims of such a violent death are bound to be evil.
I would expect more from today’s world, less medieval.
written as an anagram for
Embracing Earth I write this poem
Me, looking at the morning glowing
Being lost in flowers and trees
Reeling from life’s mystery
Air all filled with sweet bird song
Clearly it’s where I belong
Inspired By all life’s mystic charm
Nicely filled with peace and calm
Gleaming, feeling free from harm
Embracing Earth, I feel life’s power
And all those magic colored flowers
Really, they’re so beautiful
The sun shines down as the rain does fall
While fish swim in the shiny pool.
5 July 2014 @ 1535hrs.
Written for Andreas 'choose your Acrostic' contest
Mystify my chronicle in your cloud of passion
Intertwine our humble universe in one ration
Slowly pass the time to make the ascension
Thus our love is the greatest invention.
Lovely is the face that smiles
On the verge of awful times;
Vigilant is the mind that has
Everlasting joy for lies;
Lonely are the ones that stay
Yelling at who contradicts their way.
Stretching, far as my eyes can see in the night sky,
Thousands and thousands of spaceships float by.
Again and again this dream taunts me, with no cry.
I have no delusion; I know this is a dream so dry.
Rolling across, heavens as in motion picture mode.
Was this an omen or just my mind, or some code?
Alien spaceships, different shapes and preparations,
Yes they continually traveled in parade formations.
To the stars I look at in infatuation and dismay.
Our destiny unclear, no aliens exist they say.
The stars have always had amazement and intrigue.
Hear my plea and thoughts without any fatigue.
Each day, discovering other species, beyond our league,
Stars are just another ocean to be examined even more.
Traces of life have already been found on our measly tour.
Arrogance is just a disease to portray, we are alone for sure.
Reality is, the most nearest planets, we should not ignore.
Serve not to abandon our journey, it is humanities door.
The truth of her was never told to many
She was to be a hidden mystery to even the old
To understand her there will not be any
For there is a secret in her heart and soul
She came here with a passion
She will not leave till its done
Her hands are blessed with every mission
She will look different to none
They will never know the truth
I gave her more than they even thought
She comes from my very roots
With greatness of many sorts
I know her inside out
And I know they will never see
There will be great power in her mouth
She is Him that was nailed to a tree
They were always blind to her ways
They never thought she was worth
In her is a number of days
That is crucial to this earth
She will go out and seek
She will bring to Me the lost
Her humble being will be meek
She is the mystery of the Cross
Her wealth is not of the flesh
I wrote her story before she came
She is a remover of stress
On her will be no blame
I gave her more wealth than all your cities
I know her heart indeed
She will take My name to many countries
It is for her that I have Bleed
They prayed to me for the answer
She held me high above
I sent her so they will know forever
It is because of my love
They underestimated her wrongly
I told her to see them through
I gave her power strongly
Yet still They Never Knew
She is here with purpose of Mine
She will do it with a great speed
She will show to even the blind
This is my child with whom I am well Pleased
She was created by me out of terror and pain,
Providing protections her job and Millie's her name.
Loosing track of serious chunks of time,
Inside the reality of an insane mind.
Trying to track every move I make,
Bracing myself with every step I take.
Erased the memories she didn't want me to see,
Tracing a portrait of what she wants me to be.
Wanting something real but my hearts now full of doubt,
Entering a world I know nothing about.
Existing only when I need her because life gets to hard,
Needing her only as my wild card.
Two minds, one body, it's a lot of weight to carry,
With no recollection of what happens can be pretty scary.
Overwhelmed, how do I get back that part of my life Millie stole,
Missing many pieces of my mind, my heart and my soul.
Intrigued as to what Millie has to hide,
Needing someone in who I can confide.
Divided within my life's literally broken in two,
Split between what's fake and what's true.
Beyond the open places dwell
Lavender traces of mystic spells;
Unto the slumbering child they creep,
Entering softly as she sleeps.
Daylight hours are far away,
Reveling sprites reveal their plays
Emitting wisps of bashful blue
Amidst a sky of saphire hues;
Magic flees the breaking morn,
Slips of memory it adorns.
Mazes and puzzles with anagram clues,
Yearning adventurers following signs,
Silver-tongued spies stalking in silence,
Thieves and murderers spreading their lies,
Every enigma is meant to be solved;
Read any story to see for yourself.
You never know what's in store for you!
Drain out the violence from the paintbrush and smear it to the canvas
Aggressive creatures scuttle into my expanding cranium
Memories of him echoes through the forest…into the atmosphere
Astonishing screams of misfortune filter the forest where he once trailed
Great solitude and rage tortures us all…we will not fall!
Everlasting breakage paints me a portrait of turmoil and what not
Tomorrow is another day
Outstretch your wings and fly
Milestones can be reached
Only if you beleive in thy self
Relic in the thought
Relax your mind and soul
Or it just won't happen
Will be put off and forgotten
Instead of achieving set goals
So bask under the sun
Ask for a little help from above
Never doubt miracles from God
Or question His motives
To make things happen
Hunger will disapate
Every plate shall be filled
Rejoice and sing aloud
Dance to your hearts content
Another sunrise is coming
You're going to just love to see
T The gift of Premium Membership
H Has brightened my day but need tip
A Anyone who has knowledge on how
N Now to get my pictures to come through wow
K Kool pictures of nature that are just waiting
Y Your eyes to fill with color poet's duty
O Open your heart to the bounty of beauty
U Universally available to all if only open your eyes and see
(Someone gave me a gift of Premium Membership...I want to say thanks for it
made my day...)Sunflower/Sara