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The Ballad Of Poet Destroyer

"The Ballad of The Poet Destroyer"

Destroyer, and creator of words
Flying high on the wings of a bird
Drowning every inch, by foes and friends
Where has she gone?

When push came to shove, 
She continued standing tall after every fall
Falling fearlessly like the falling star tapping the lips
Topaz, a star in the eyes of envy the enemy
A dreamlike, miracle mirage, fresh like mints
No reason in remembering yesterday's sad song
Slightly she moves in with the new barren breeze,
A maze in disguise, no way out
A feeling so good, you hate
The naming of names, that won't escape you 
Your eyes of lust, imitate PD's sweetest touch, 
Destruction, with pleasure
A new day, killed by the morning after pill
Everyone gone, shadows remain
Where, has she gone? 

A feeling so good, you hate
Your unmatched precision, wobbles your stability
She'll give you a taste of rays, despite your low self-esteem 
Happiness turns to sadness, making every jaw drop
Where has she gone?

She's not the painting of Mona Lisa, 
However, it does not stop you from spending your cash-
-To see a picture painted with a frown,
Look what you've done!

Never to return, what was, what is!
You say you love her, then you run
A dry barrel, an empty gun, 
Never will the enemy be number one, 
Nothing but a shadow, a rug for PD,
Like a dream, her imagery is haunting
Love her or leave her, her pen name remains
Poet O' Poet where are you?

Advocate of smiles, enjoy her copy paste kiss
Trace her silhouette found in the midnight mist
Blindfolded, indulge by the wind
Breaking, the Texas Hold EM' Hand
Her freedom, her land
Gone insane, she laughs, 
Untouched she remains, she lives
Inside of me

By; PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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Dullahan Rides

Walk with me in the dank moonlight
through the chill, rising, storm
so we can grasp the majesty
of Dullahan still born.

Without heads his horse and he ride
across the countryside
His head in hand they roam the land
none live where he abides.

A rush of blood, a gory spree 
will take the sight of man, 
then off they gallop wild and free
Dullahan, head in hand.

Here’s hoping he don’t call your name
for that would be worse by far  
your soul would flee and fly with he
a soul as black as tar.

Carry your gold for I am told 
this alone does he fear
and we can watch as he rides by
come give us a kiss now, me dear.

The winsome lass took his strong hand
and down the lane they walked
as in the distance hedgerows fired
and hooves clapped as they talked.

The sound drew near, a gate flew wide
the lassie shrieked and ran 
so only her randy lad was 
taken by Dullahan.

So, don’t think to woo by moonlight
near the shore in Galway
Dullahan hunts with cruel sight 
each wayward soul a stray.

*While no-one knows for certain how the Dullahan originated, it is thought that he is the embodiment of the Celtic fertility god, Crom Dubh, who was worshiped by an ancient king of Ireland, Tighermas. Each year, Tighermas sacrificed humans to Crom Dubh, and the usual method was decapitation. The worship of Crom Dubh ended in the sixth century, when Christianity came to Ireland. 
* music in About the Poem

Poet: D. Guzzi

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

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Castle By The Sea

There stands a desolate castle on England's venerable shore,
That once sheltered a royal line that ruled its sprawling realm.
Now, according to local lore, eerie things are seen and heard,
In that castle by the sea, in that haunted castle by the sea!

On blustery nights a spectral sentry is seen pacing its towers.
Clad in mail, armed with lance, he's heard to herald the hours.
His disembodied voice is heard e'en o'er the raging storm,
Atop that castle by the sea, atop that haunted castle by the sea!

On stormy nights as thunder crashes and the savage gale shrieks,
Lightning illumes a princess wraith, tears coursing down her cheeks,
As she waves to her handsome prince who goes forth into battle,
In that castle by the sea, in that haunted castle by the sea!

On moonlit nights a phantom hearse drawn by six ebon steeds,
Trailed by ghostly figures intoning haunting dirges is often seen.
As drifting clouds overshadow the moon, it fades from view,
Nigh that castle by the sea, nigh that haunted castle by the sea!

If only those barren, lichen covered walls could only speak,
But, alas, they now stand forlorn, eternally mute and bleak.
The haunting secrets they might reveal are forever buried,
In that castle by the sea, in that haunted castle by the sea!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Honorable Mention in Debbie Guzzi's "Jack OUT Of The Box" Contest - Jun 2011

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2011

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When I Stopped That Day To Pick Death's Rose

I heard a little rumor from
a stranger on the road today;
he wore a heavy veil of dusk
to keep the winter's song at bay.

His face was well concealed; although,
his shriveled hands had drawn my sight;
it seemed like they were withering
and, like the moon, a pallid white.

"A little further down this road,
there lies a curse'd patch of grass
obscured by trees to hide its shame;
for that, I know I am to blame.

The flow of time had left that place,
yet still the living wandered in,
until they saw that wicked plant
whose very growth was deemed a sin."

The frigid notes were ominous,
like most of what the old man said,
and quickly did his coal-coat flee
to leave but silence in his stead.

A trav'ler's prank is what I thought,
but further down the road I saw
an isolated trust of trees
with polished trunks and lively leaves.

Surveying past the tow'ring brown,
I stood in awe at Gaia's gate;
if anything, I had to know
how nature could intimidate.

The grass was like an emerald floor,
a regal rug for royalty,
and aromatic jewels stood proud
amongst the scattered shrubbery.

But then, I sensed a mournful soul
and heard a fright'ning tearful call;
at center grew a single rose,
left weeping within wooden walls.

Its petals were like chimney soot,
but had the most enchanting smell;
its stem and leaves were silver clad,
a gorgeous blossom spawned from hell.

Despite the omens I had heard,
there was a certain beauty here.
If such a flower bred disgust,
I'd shelter it, neglecting fear.

There was no trace of bitter cold,
upon return from curse'd land.
I left that world with fragrant sin
clutched tightly in my mortal hand.



My heart gave forth compassion,
when I stopped that day to pick death's rose.

Copyright © Michael Perriatt | Year Posted 2009

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A HEARTSTONE MOON

Silently the moon rose 
from, it seemed 
The Whispering Trees 
This, I dreamed 

When all is dark and silent 
A Heartstone Moon shall rise 
It's soft light illuminating 
All you meant 

So many things change 
Never a Heartstone Moon 
New seasons to arrange 
Queens, coming soon 

Such mysterious light 
Filled a castle with wonder and delight 
So close, it seemed 
Such a beautiful thing 
Can only be a dream 

Only an Eastern pink sky, 
can fade a moon 
So perfect 
Long, will it lie 
In your heart 

A Heartstone Moon 
Gathered her stars 
Let them play 
Above, a castle 
That will see the dawn soon 

A moon is for dreams 
Stars for love 
This is why... 
Or so it seems 
A starlit sky 
Castle below 
A Heartstone Moon, 
above 

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007

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Penetrating Portals

Your eyes arrive on me
like the whips of passion's urgency
wide with white smite encasing eons inflamed in irises,
I feel the tight temperature of they're heated hue, my lust crises rises,
brown autumn burning into ravenous red, seduction's takeover fast overhead,
you've got an angel in one eye, a devil in the other, teammates, temptation led
trouble in your stare and glory in your glare, there's a gamble on your lips
I get an adrenaline hit, I see the misfit, magic in those lids
beauty and banditry bound to fantasy,
hips and slits favoring me,
brash brows and lapping lashes
portals pivoting on our cunning chances,
flawless in flirt, a merciless miracle of attraction,
there's somethin lawless in you woman
got me comin for your lovin -

J.A.B.

Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014

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Haggis and Drinks Mi Luve (Mythology)

Let’s hve haggis and drinks mi luve
Find de bes ina de ole land 
Lay yu head on mi chest mi luve
Whilst wi dance musik wid de band

Dance wid de band in de Highlands
Backyard jig good fer de ole soul
Tickle mi nose with yu gold locks
Tigether wi bade ead to toe’s sole

Call Fionn mi Luve with his jug
Nice poems he read at de gate
Summon the Clooties with a mug
Aye, they will cum and bles dis date

We’ll sail de river on Loch Ness
Kelpies will protect our flanks
Goddess Scotia says we bless
Oh mi chamin' sweet Sidhe, tanks

Aye! Mi sweet luve; Boobrie will fly
He will fetch up the Salmon Ring
And a knot cross de land we tye
Red Caps our guard til cum de spring

Then wid haggis and drinks mi luve
Goddesses'pipes blow dem great songs
In the grey mist we skip and dance
Then like Boobrie we fly with doves

Scottish Mythical Legends:

1. Fionn is a Scottish magician, warrior and poet
2. Clootie is a Scottish name for the devil.  The name originated from the word cloot, which  
    mean a division in the cleft hoof of an animal.
3. Kelpie is a Scottish water devil who lurks in lakes and rivers and drowns its victims.
4. Scotia is a goddess normally portrayed as an old hag with the tusks of a wild boar
5. Sidhe (Shee) is the Gaelic name for fairies in the Highlands of Scotland and also Ireland. 
6. Boodrie is a wonderful water-bird from the Highlands.  It haunts and protects the lakes  
    and wells.
7. Red Cap is a sort of short, stocky old guy with long gray hair and claws instead of hands 
    and fingers. He lives on the Scottish border and guard the ancient ruins of castles




Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2010

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The Poem of Everything

With a mass influx of background radiation
Strengthens the idea of a cosmic inflation 
Ten seconds of magic starting with a bang 
Leaves religious hearts with a heavy pang 
What before was that of a mysterious bubble
Was to be unwound by the discovery of Hubble 
That creation is expanding at the speed of light 
Makes the naked eye struggle for a clear sight 
To only that of which our minds can observe 
Which some do believe is shaped in a curve 
Believed before that it was in fact much flatter 
For not in parallel lines can keep this dark matter 
In this space appears to be no electric charge 
Keeping Apollo at bay, and Armstrong at large 
What conditions would allow life of intelligent form?
Or withstand heat or the sweep of a galactic storm
Into the mass amount of scientific speculation 
The idea of which a metric theory of gravitation
Can imply through discovery of Einstein’s Ring 
Even light from a far, will make your eyes sting 
So even now we can see those many stars 
And some assume we could even have life on Mars 
But what about that gaping hole in the Milky Way?
That feeds on the mighty energy and light as its prey 
A region of spacetime where nothing can escape 
Hidden between the stars in its invisible cape
Through event horizon time ticks more slow 
To truly unravel space, that we may never know
 












Copyright © Faith Carmichael | Year Posted 2015

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From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME




Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.


Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.

Story: http://www.sloveniatimes.com/total-mess-in-state-owned-capital-asset-management

The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world. www.maria.si

Copyright © Julian Bohan | Year Posted 2013

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Fireworks Hill

Let’s go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

Long before 
The cynics arrived
Before the laughter died
And God returned the day to night

Where dazzling fireworks
Rained sparkles
On our lives
Two strange birds
Came together
And opened up their eyes

Let’s go climb 
We’ll move back time

Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill
Far from my mind
Never forgotten
Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill
We became one there
So very often

And there are vivid colors 
Blasting through the sky
Dancing rainbows 
I really want to taste
There is weeping smoke
Painting all the stars
Burning graveyards 
For the human race

Let’s go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

We’ll race to the edge
Fulfill our pledge
It was written in blood
The heat of our love

Oh, jump, baby, jump
We’ll fly away together
Jump, baby, jump
Our bodies joined forever

Let’s go climb
And move back time 
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

Fireworks hill, fireworks hill
I see the sparkles in the air
Fireworks hill, fireworks hill
I smell the dazzle of your hair
Fireworks hill, Fireworks hill
We flew to Heaven over there

Let’s go climb
We’ll move back time
(Forever…with you)

Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2011

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Endless Nightmare

In an empty world,
And a room with no space,
There’s a hidden door,
To a forbidden place,

A place with no voices,
No voices to hear,
A mysterious world,
If you enter to dare,

Where everything’s grey,
And dark colored walls,
With windows of stain,
And endless halls,

It comes through the night,
It’s a place in your dreams,
When you can’t wake up,
From a nightmare of screams.

Copyright © MARIO DILETTO | Year Posted 2013

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Back in time: A Space Knight blues

Before I stepped into this brave new Valley of The Tears,
My mother used to sing me songs of Knights all brave and fierce.

She told, as she was herself told by her own mother dear
That they came from far back in time, some millions and a year. 

These Knights, I've never seen but with my closed eyes in her womb
And in those days, they rode in holy circles in my room.

The circles went all up and down like in a whirling pool,
With lights and fires everywhere and seats as soft as wool.

These nights of sleepless nights, as I played witches with a broom,
I never knew the lights I saw were real witchcraft and gloom !

'Twas like a fairy tale to me, with engines swirling 'round
And angels white and brilliant surrounding holy ground:

The pearls of white and blue beryls and stones as red as wine,
and the gemstones, and amethysts and crystals so divine !

I used to travel back in time with windows open wide,
But one day, the Knights came and brought me to the world outside;

That's when I was born to my mother as a mammalian,
Until the doctors discovered I was a reptilian...

which means that for the human race, I am THE ALIEN... 

by Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday from Madagascar

Copyright © Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday | Year Posted 2012

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Where the Leprechauns Play

I tip toe through the darken forest
Shhhh! This is my favorite tune
Notes astray from a thickset underbelly hollow
It’s like gold on the wind that’s spun anew

A snap of fingers and click of heels
Beneath a toadstool where I see mighty movement
It’s a belly aching fiddler conspiring with wee laughter
And my feet begin to dance a merriment enchantment

This time I’m absolutely sure
I’ve found their little hiding place
Where all the Leprechauns go at night
At the rainbow’s end to drink green beer and sing

My legs won’t even begin to stop
As they jig me into woodland further and further within
Closer to those little devils and their hidden sacred spot
I knew the magic of the Irish music would be death of me yet

Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013

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Deadman Wonderland

Now that you're becoming Undone It's time to have some fun In Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao The setting Red Sun of Kali Shows it's time for your life to Pay We are the Kind to be feared -your friends We look like anyone you see Thuggee--Death's Devotees Face our treachery Bhowanee we must please She needs more--we have found our mark, our mark Won't you be the one to save humanity? Can't you see this is Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Sacrifice! For The Black-Skinned Queen Sacrifice! For Our Mother Kali Sacrifice! It's Not Enough Sacrifice! No Mercy! This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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The Ballad of Clifford Griffin

In the spring of 1880 young Clifford Griffin immigrated from England to Colorado.
The death of his fiancee left him bereft and he was searchin' for his El Dorado.
He settled in Silver Plume where he and his brother bought the Seven Thirty Mine.
Clifford and his brother Heneage became very rich from ore that assayed very fine!

With all his riches, Clifford chose to live in his lonely cabin above the town.
His only companion was his treasured violin which he played with some renown!
His melancholy melodies wafted down from his mountain aerie 'most every night,
To be heard by the whiskey-guzzlin' hard-scrabble miners to their delight!

Clifford always dressed in black, enjoyed fine cigars and was quite the dashin' bloke!
He seemed content with his solitary life and in business was as solid as an oak!
Alas, death cast its gloomy pall high above Silver Plume one moonlit night.
Instead of sweet violin music, a single shot was heard that left the town affright!

Next morn his mortal remains were found in a grave he'd dug for himself alone.
His heart-broken brother found the pistol with which his brains he had blown.
A grand monument was erected atop the mountain just above Silver Plume,
At the very spot where Clifford lay midst the ponderosa and Columbine bloom!

Mysterious events now occur on that lonely mountainside accordin' to local lore!
'Tis said on moonlit nights sad violin music is heard below on the valley floor!
Folks have seen a black-clad phantom smokin' a cigar and drawin' a bow,
Playin' melancholy music and a wraith in Clifford's likeness a-swayin' to and fro!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

Entry for Carol Eastman's "Story Poem" Contest

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2013

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Fog

I see you standing there through the fog looking at me 
Your eyes never leave my face 
What are you seeing?
What are you looking at?
You see me standing here in the mist but you don't come no closer
I can feel that you want to come to me but something's holding you back
Don't you want to hold me in your arms ? 
Don't you want me baby?

Mystery guy come to me 
Clear all this fog in your wake 
I want you 
My body achs for you 
There's so much space between us
Filled with this fog and mystery
Why do you just stand there letting the fog swallow you?

I cry out for you
to run but you just stand there like a statue 
Mystery guy come to me 
Don't stay here in this fog

I'm trying to come to you but someones holding me back
I can see that I'm starting to lose you to the fog
Even though I don't know you 
I can't bear to lose you

It feels as though Iv known you my whole life
Who are you mystery guy?
Fight don't give into the fog
stay with me

Copyright © tabitha colby | Year Posted 2014

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The Tale of the Man of Goat Island

Guests of Niagara Falls
A narrative stays untold,
Of which I can recall
Since the time I was 5 years old.

Between two cataracts
A strip of earth does lie,
A terrain of little impact
Found beneath the New York sky.

Upon this stretch of soil
A gentleman did live,
Fed up with worldly spoil
And with what it had to give.

Days were spent in solitude
Among the grassy plot,
From the world he did seclude
In this most congenial spot.

But oh how days are mournful
And nights are filled with strife,
A man becomes quite scornful
With no one to share his life.

His thoughts flooded with pain
He grew weary and forlorn,
Then one day they found his remains
A victim of bridal veil’s scorn.

The legend continues today
Rumors are told on the byland,
Of acute and utter dismay
The tale of the man of Goat Island.

Copyright © Michele Nold-Godleske | Year Posted 2005

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Empty Road

As the gentle winds flow
As the arrow left the bow
All is now understood
In my road I stood
While I'm waiting here
They are waiting there
Many things are give or take
Yet with my fate I refuse to play
I can see the end of the road
No happiness just a load
In the middle a coffin lies
May the gentle wind begin to cry

Copyright © kelvin omar | Year Posted 2012

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The Scream

A screaming comes across the sky,
Our cover now is blown.
For in a blink so fate did lie
Our destiny is shown.

The curtain pulled across the land
And in plain sight are we.
The cruel god holds the dice in hand:
To stand our ground or flee?

The screaming echoes through the hills
My future now unknown:
The enemy to try and kill,
But all my hopes are flown...
	
The scream continues from MY voice
my throat as dry as ash.
That fated scream, my cursed choice,
and down to Hell I crash.

Copyright © Ioana Thornburn-Winsor | Year Posted 2012

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My Immortal

As daylight fades away
When sun you cannot see
When the moon arises
It's then he comes to me

A face that never ages
His skin so pale and white
His eyes as black as thunder
That seek me in the night

My world is with the living
With food is how I'm fed, but
Blood is what he feeds on 
For he is the undead

As he takes me in his arms
My heart begins to thud
As his lips reach for my neck
I offer him my blood

With him I want forever
With him I need to be
I cannot make this happen
Without immortality

He’s everything I’ll ever want
He's all I will desire
The secret I will always keep 
My immortal  Vampire..

Copyright © Raina Hutchins | Year Posted 2012

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One wonders

one wonders ? i know not what tomorrow will bring not even the next hour , can one see for we may never know the reasons why? we are here to life and later to die the endless question from the day of birth, what is it that brings us here one wonders? and for all that it is worth ? an after life a heaven or hell, which is it to be is one already here ,one wonders to whom can we tell ?each day brings differance , its a brand new day for nomatter the weather ,one is always in wonder for you alone can only be you, in all that you think in all that you do, nobody else as been given your role, nomatter what the people say it is as its always been, we just keep one wonders ? how quickly time past to arrive at the point were all questions are answered to all that one wonders .

Copyright © ultan beare | Year Posted 2012

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Sarah's Door

My son there are fields you may stray 
With flowers to take hearts away
Where you can be happy all day
But listen to words I now say
Enjoy life mid kisses galore
But stay away from Sarah’s door
-
So into the world boy did go
And boy did the boy put on show
The flowers would wait in a row
In hopes to just bask in his glow
Truly this was what youth was for
Now who would dare a dream for more
-
The Joy of day ran into night
There never was a time so right
Another kiss lurked out of sight
An endless flow of sheer delight
Had sparked his mind to Sarah’s door
From somewhere he had heard before
-
He shared his longings with a friend
Who warned him of some evil end
It’s Sarah’s door let’s not pretend
Rich kisses here we must defend
Such crazy thoughts we must ignore
Abandon thoughts of Sarah’s door
-
But Sarah’s door entered boy’s dreams
From it imagination streams
What lies behind its golden seams
To push his passions to extremes
It calls him taunts him to explore 
What madness waits at Sarah’s door
-
Now there’s still fields for hearts to play
Where flowers wait to kiss the day
And youthful airs are on display
Except for one who went astray
Now they don’t see him anymore
Since he had knocked on Sarah’s door

Copyright © Martin Kloess | Year Posted 2013

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UPON THE SEA OF MOONLIGHT

My quiet reflection..........

With the coming of the night

My quiet reflection

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

My journey through the night

There is no darkness to fear

For, the light of the moon is here

 

Soft silver moonbeams.........

More than I can dream

Guides me through the night.......

My journey upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

The night wind blew.........

Filling my sail..........

Filling me too..........

On my journey's trail

 

The night wind blew

Far in to the night

The night wind blew

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

For, the sail never flapped

It remained steady

The night wind trapped

Every gust...........

Every eddy

 

Witnessed only by the night

The silent crossing

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

   

Within all our dreams

We all take sail

Under moonbeams

The journey's trail

 

The night wind blows

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

Darkest

Before dawn

Before the sun rose

The coming of sunlight

 

The dream world

Travelled at night

With the sail unfurled

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

For some...

The journey never ends right

For  some....

Time to leave the Sea of Moonlight

 

Your sail, to catch moonbeams

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

To travel, in your dreams

Pushed far into the night

 

My quiet reflection...........

With the coming of the night

Your quiet reflection

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2009

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Epic,,,Mysterious,,

Necromatic visions 
torment my innocent 
heart
Sonorous visions 
potraying matters of the 
heart
Arise! Oh ye dead hearts! 
Arise!
I see something 
awakening the forbidden 
hearts
Magnoliquently 
stupendous rivival  
striking straight to tha 
core
Evaporation all flowing 
tears, drying eye-sockets 
out
I say No More tears! 
when life is summoned 
out!

Patiently glare at the 
bright side
Weep no more, now tears 
may hide
I see a new kingdom 
come
Strong and mighty
Full of authority

Plants and animalia 
whisper into my ears
The sweet mild aroma 
that 
tickles my nose
A salvation message 
rendering hope in-
exchange for tears
Arise! oh ye broken 
hearts Arise!
Awake and show thyself 
to thy peers

Something powerful 
awakes all 
hearts
Rising from the 
underground
Rising from all ground
The power to rivive souls
At no cost unlike the 
Captcha
Something beyond 
architecture

Contest -
Epic,,,Mysterious,,,-

Copyright © Godwins Piyo | Year Posted 2013

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Yggdrasil

Beneath the roots of the Tree of Life,
The mythical Yggdrasil,
Live the Three Sisters of Fortune,
Three spinners sit weaving still.

Our fortunes favoured, fortunes damned,
Are spun to dusk from dawn,
The destinies of every man
Ordained before we’re born.

Spun threads of rope and threads of silk
And threads of finest gold;
With every one a path of life
The Spinners have foretold.

Embittered entertainment prompts
Their play with our distress;
They weft and warp our misery
With transient happiness.

Even the most blessed threads
May still incur their wrath,
Sometimes are spun through deeper roots
To weave a darker cloth.

The rarest threads, the bravest lives
Led so resolutely,
But as with gold debase to dust
Corrupted absolutely.

They spin the hopes we seek fulfilled,
And bring them dashing down
They weave our ways to where they wish
Then laugh beneath the ground.

Life’s choices are illusory,
And false we have free will;
Oh cruel Sisters of the Tree!
Oh fickle Yggdrasil!

Copyright © John Coopey | Year Posted 2010

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Insanity

Look to see where insanity breeds on the walls and in the corners,
Where so tranquil a lonely spirit holds tight all that is left;  
The cloud darkened heavens so thick up high, more streaked with black and gold
Waiting, waiting while what remains softly steals in

Bide the time and listen, while insanity grows in quiet places,
Though intolerant words of sympathy retain a weary man, 
His wanton breath strangely clutched between the heart and mind,
To break the mold his hand did hold to wither the hopeless past

In this place insanity breeds in the darkened corners,
Its silent breadth still tightly held in hand for what is left;
With the cloud streaked sky striped with black and gold
Waiting, waiting for what remains to softly steal in

Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2012

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Cap'n and the Wench -part the fourth-

Cap'n & the Wench *part the fourth* Says the Wench t'the Cap'n "Me thinks I'll 'ave me some White Lightnin' " So says the Cap'n t'the Wench "Go right ahead Me Dear~ Fer y've ne'er been quite so Frightnin' " With an Evil Grin & a Twinkle in his Eye~ So's the Wench did notice & then By & By~ & did say to the Cap'n "Be mindin' Yer P's & Q's!" "Fer Me's the Wench what Decides that which Ye Do!" "Yer no Grinnin'Porpoise & that there's no Danged Flipper!" "Har!" says the Cap'n ~ "I am though the Skipper!" The Wench danced along the Bowsprit of the Great Vessel that Night~ Whilst Mighty SeaWolf stormed along the Decks with all of his Might~ Sails which had lay flat now filled Fastly with Breeze~ Now came that night most Confused sort of Seas~ The Great ship did lay over as Far as she'd Go~ And 'twas the Wench who no longer Ran to & Fro~ Now did those geat waves Break o'er the Ship Not even the the Great SeaWolf could give 'em the Slip~ Upon the Great Ship and all Her Captain & Crew~ Had befallen the luck Uncommon to but a Few~ For the Great Ship No longer Sailed O'er the Oceans~ And the Mighty SeaWolf drifted toward other Notions~ Says the Wench to the Cap'n "Me thinks I'll rap ya up side o'yer Head!" So says the Cap'n to the Wench "Go right ahead Me Dear!~ Fer 'twas you brung young Mimi to Bed!" With an Evil Grin & a Twinkle in his Eye~ So's the Wench did notice & then By & By~ & did say to the Cap'n "Be mindin' Yer P's & Q's!" "Fer Me's the Wench what Decides that which Ye Do!" "Yer no Grinnin'Porpoise & that there's no Danged Flipper!" "Har!" says the Cap'n ~ "I am No Longer the Skipper!" The Great Ship is Never Seen Sailin' Agin on the Seas.... Spirits were Never that with which this Hardy Wench to Please! SeaWolf

Copyright © Caribbean SeaWolf | Year Posted 2011

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The Old Home

For Eve Senn
 
You may have never believed in ghosts
Smart people never do,
Or certainly they never admit
To others that it is true.
But I can tell you of a ghost
That's known where ever you roam,
And that is the spirit that remains
When at last you leave your old home.
 
You'll think that when the door's been locked
And you've said your last farewell,
That the book is closed, the story done
There remains nothing else to tell.
But in the stillness of the night
You'll awake in your home that's new
And catch yourself turning, or walking or thinking
The way you used to do.

 
Then you'll remember the mantlepiece
Where the old clock used to fit,
And the sunny patch in the garden
Where the cat would always sit:
Or the sheltered spot where the bench was set
So you could take in the view,
And you will remember how things are not,
Today in your home that's new.
 
And should you ever return again
In spirit, or one day visit,
You won't find a nook that does not have
Some little memory in it.
The answer you see is in your mind,
The phantoms are lingering there,
Waiting for something to let them loose
And catch you unaware.
 
When you think there's nothing there!



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Copyright © Neil McLeod | Year Posted 2015

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Phantom kisser-

A masquerade ball was in full concert when
A charming young man stepped in

He bore a green tunic with gold trim
Mask devilish with a wry grin

His mask bore five feathers atop his brow
In full view of the whole of the crowd

The music stopped and no servant bore his name
No mark of royalty or note of fame

Who is this man whispers a girl
A mystery man, man of the world

His eyes a radiant green breaching the mask
The music starts with a nod no questions asked

His manner quite and shy though confident
Both hands resting behind his torso defiant

Utterly refusing any hand placed before him
A mission is what makes him grim

One girl and only one is his treasured fox
She is sitting at a table near the clocks

A common girl young enough for school
A starving pain runs through him almost cruel

A slow melody is played by the maestro
The gentleman gaze at him to and fro

A hand his placed before her tired eyes
Shear delightful sounds as she cries 

An angry man in a red mask stalks toward them
When an older woman steps in front of him

“Let them go” She says
“Why should I” eyes furiously red

To the center of the dancing floor they stroll
The beat picks up with a flick from maestro

Soft beats sound as they come together
Then silence…..weightless like a feather

A dazzling dance wows the place
Enough so to put awe on each face

After the last step and last beat coincide 
Their masks come up no more reason to hide

Their lips meet and cheers break out
Like those at a fight awaiting the bout

The commotion was too much for the old man
He stumbled forward to greet the brigand

A chase commenced with the house guards
Even some of the house bards
 
The Youngman fell and was detained quickly
Then a sound arose from the courtyard sickly

The sound of a sword piercing flesh
A pool of blood and a mess

Unveiling his mask bore only a lad
At this the old man felt sad

The young girl never knew what became of him
Her father detailed his absence to be of a decided whim

In reality he survived after his body was left for dead
A long fever and a month in bed

A preacher picked him up and healed his impaled breast
With medicine and well needed rest

He awoke later to a dream of his lady fair 
When he smelt the perfume of roses in the air

A second chance the preacher stated 
Yes it was not to be he debated

Now he is an old man sitting and writing this tale
Letting my grandson know not to bail

For I will leave it in my will for his eyes only!

Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2006

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Reviled Castaway

A mom tucked in her child one night In bliss he fell asleep Her horror grew at day’s first light She could not help but weep A changeling lay in her son’s place With wings, large hooves and tail She scorned the babe who sought embrace “Lord, curse the troll,” she wailed For in the night a being crept Through her New Jersey home A fiend was left as she had slept A gift from Satan’s gnome Her handsome son, such envy sparked Now resting in a troll’s domain The changeling’s face by Satan marked And love she could not feign This curse she felt was envy pure She could not bear its sight A hateful child she’d not endure Such scorn did he ignite To Mother Leeds this thirteenth child Became a castaway It flew into the pines reviled And to this day seeks prey
*Based on the legend of the New Jersey Devil. Changelings are infants that are replaced overnight by devilish imps from trolls or elves according to Irish legend. Entry for the “Creepy Irish Creatures” contest.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011