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The Dark Poet

She writes of darkness like her soul’s been sold
But deep inside she has a heart of gold
Words brought on by a darkened past
At times she prayed that she would breathe her last
There was no one that she could turn to
When suddenly the light came shining through
Her life was changed from an endless curse
Now she puts her story in poetic verse
Overcoming her fears and the urge to kill
She used her poems as a coping skill
From an angel of darkness she ascended
To an angel of light completely mended
So read the dark poet, it’ll give you a start
But please be careful, she’ll steal your heart. 

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2010

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Escape


Running, running, get away,
move aside! I can't stay!

Time is gone and I must go
hurry now,  move too slow.

Heart is racing, pounding loud
press myself against the crowd.

Watching others hurry on,
ticking clock, move along.

Can't stop now I smell the fear
of those that stop and linger near.

Quickly, quickly, time to leave,
Father Time there's no reprieve.



Running, running, get away,
from my mind I cannot stray!

Eager thoughts that haunt my head,
every moment turned to dread.

From this prison, must escape
or leave to time my soul to rape!

Running rampant, eager thought
red streaked vision, can't be caught!

Heart is racing pounding loud
emotions seething, darkened shroud.

Mind will falter soon I know
melting dreams that ebb and flow.



Running, running, get away,
can't break free, must obey!

Vicious needs draw ever near,
fight I must against the fear.

Hands on me, the straps draw tighter
motionless I fight the niter.

Tightened crowd drawing closer
Leave me now, you saintly poser!

Help me not, no need to linger
take from me your putrid finger!

I can hear you softly speaking,
honey venom from lips leaking.


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"No outburst today Doctor, completely catatonic, although his eyes have begun to twitch rapidly like when he had the last one."
"Thank you, Nurse.  I'll be careful."
"What do you think goes on in his sick little mind?"
"He has no regular or discernible brain waves, probably nothing at all... Broccoli."
"What?"
"He's a vegetable."

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Let me out, anger growing,
veins are pulsing, head exploding!



09/20/15

Dark & Twisted Contest-HM
Nathan D.
10/16/2015

Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015

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What She Wears

I don't know where to start, but I need to find the words
To describe something of beauty, that surely needs to be heard

If heard is not what they are, then these words must surely be read
For these words are written with heart, either way my words are said

You must all be asking, what these words are all about
If I was atop of Hacha Grande, these words written I would shout

These words are written about beauty, amidst the clothes she wears
It's about a Spanish maiden, what she wears, I can only stare

No matter the colours, be they vibrant, dark or others
Either way they cloak my eyes, so radiant in perfect smother 

Captured within her aura, dark locks in appearance blend
Entranced are my eyes forever, for my mind my views do send

To describe something of beauty, that surely needs to be heard
My eyes can only be truthful, to see her, I'm never blurred



*~*

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2012

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The Murder of My Heart

Another stab, another wound, another scar to bear
I wonder if my little heart will find the will to care

It has been mutilated; its fibers have been shred
By all the hurtful things that to it have been said

Its beating is becoming faint, its rhythm is disturbed
Brought on by the rejection that on it was conferred

The blood is gushing out, a never ending stream
Perhaps it will finally stop while I sit and dream

The murder of my heart, was done without a scene
By the outer evidence, the job was very clean

The murderer got away, he left no fingerprints
No one knows his identity, for he left behind no hints

I buried my little dead heart and paid it proper due
The gravesite is a mystery that I’ll not reveal to you

Don’t bother to stop by and place flowers by the grave
Your pretentious act of kindness, your honor will not save

A murderer you are and a heinous one you'll remain
For though I have no heart, I still feel the phantom pain.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Interlude Of The Dark

I watch how your eyes flutter on the brink of waking; and here, as I think in the moon's reflection, I drink in the quiet, my confidence shakes while inviting your touch, and longing your smile to wrap me in warm arms, embracing my solitude; yet, I'm lost in the parchment, the pale of the light, as stars in a multitude comfort me tonight. My lonely heart, confused, reaching out, seeing you, a face bemused with careless abandonment. You are deep in the center of your own universe, asleep and leave me alone with notion that you willingly go... far away to your dreams, to places I cannot know: With each breath, private, and shallow, I'm left, lost, bereft, and hollow without you. This I know.... I envy you, loathe that my slumber forsakes, so I could be with you, in that distant reverie. I hesitate, to wake you, I can't help but wonder, do you stream away on a cloud and with the mistress of your dreams ?
________________________________________ For Suz's Contest:"Let's Be Open" 7/12/13

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

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Black Veils

Almost like wearing an eternal hat of shame
Black veils hide the blame
Shadowy onlookers dying to see under the opaque 
Their eyes deepened in curiosity expecting some day the veil would break 
Dawn never looked so dark before
Horizons under veiled eyes once more
Continuously blocking out your connectors to the world
Denying your difference a chance to be accepted 
Ashamed boy, Ashamed girl
However, credit to living freely, your body you’ll show
While in tack stays the veil; behind it, no people will know
Black tints faded into black shades, made
Partially reflective, partially transparent; one-sided mirror blades
Unveil and remove one trains of thoughts
To grab a hold of a world that lets you teach as you will be taught
Almost like wearing an honored hat of truth
No veil, just the bare nature of you

Copyright © Kira Price | Year Posted 2014

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Winds of a Frozen Wasteland

Winds blowing down the mountain silver capped so cold, 
Howling fiercely with a herculean ferocity rarely ever seen. 
 
A cold snap cuts straight and deep now to one’s very bones, 
As one’s body trembles tremulously teetering toward a fall.
 
Beloved baby black crows roost inside their snug warm nest, 
As a hail-driven breath spits its hardened bullets piercing now.  

On this frozen wasteland of one’s soul—a lone rooster crows,
Seeing, feeling soft sunlight rays stroking his proud chest pure.

He’s puffed up now breathing boldly the brisk cold morning air;
Singing with wondrous conviction true of daylight’s awakening.

This lone rooster knows the gifts of nature’s frozen wasteland,
As the warm sun’s ebullient eyes flash bright inside dark jewels.

A crystal fountain baptized with Heaven’s own purest light,  
Appears as the sun warms a land frozen nightly by the winds. 

Dewdrops cometh forth as those teardrops of life growing anew,
With brightest beginnings for God’s hallowed frozen wasteland!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 1, 2016
(Unrhymed Couplet)       

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

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The Agony Outside




                                  The Agony Outside


    Still sitting here wondering why my reflection always fades
        And how that the phantom me causes shadows in the shade
            Flying over thoughtless things as my sanity starts to slide
                Breathing in the toxic fumes from the pollution of moral lies...

                So intelligent but don't understand the things I contemplate
            Lonely boy in the corner scrutinizing his own fate
        Why is everything so confusing now brain activity losing pace
    Crying on the shoulder of the reflection of his own face...

    Time is running out tripping over the edge of being too deep
        Life is just one endless day going months without sleep
            The progress within killing me may be running a bit too high
                Still left with doubt and wondering whether to live or to die...



                                     bmdavey@04/26/16

Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016

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DANCING WITH THE DEVIL

Dancing With The Devil
Black postered silence as the shadows lights dance A dark and sadistic waltz with evils romance Unscented dead roses, bouquet of dried thorn Grave ravens site the night sounds of drifting mourn Underground dark chamber the evil buried listens in A world obeys in silent decay as death craves new skin Seen without vision for not all blind read by brail Run for the door, jump in the elevator, next stop... Oh! Damn it to Hell!!!!!
bmdavey@05/28/16

Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016

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Light - Shadows




                                         "Light - Shadows"


                                      Can't handle the glare?
                                      Stay out of the light!

                                      Can't handle the dark?
                                      Stay out of the shadows!



       

                                         WTA-IV 4/27/2016

Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

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across the dark

I chased the lightning across the dark
felt the thunder where the demons are parked
stood in the rain to let it cleanse
saw my soul through a crystalline lens

I rung out the drops but still stood wet
couldn't put it aside or ever forget
it's buried too deep and the cleanse isn't pure
no matter how many storms I endure

the morning comes and the sun shines hot
did you ever love me or did you not?
my spirit stays damp and will never dry out
when I think its gone...new thoughts sprout

I climbed the mountain and shout the words
they echo scaring the animals that heard
I stare at the valley stretched below
remembering more than you'll ever know

Copyright © J B | Year Posted 2010

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Halloween Eve

Halloween Eve is a time for most “grave” reflection,
When Ghosts, Goblins, Ghouls show us no affection!

On this Eve the veil between life and death merge as one,
And the wicked spirits laugh so loudly making us all run!

They sing, chant, howl, scream, and dance with much delight,
While we the living wait for dawn praying for no more fright!

Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Happy Halloween! Happy Halloween!
Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Happy Halloween! Happy Halloween! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, 
Germany (October 30, 2014) (Rhyme Couplet poetic format) 

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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Child

Before I even watched your birth,
I had already failed you first.

Collecting bones in closets damned.
To proxies labor done withstand.

Mistakes go down with Jacks and cokes.
A childhood ends in perished hopes.

The years apart we will to stand.
Regret to always catch the man.

My sorrow carving name in stone,
A Father never dies alone.


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Rob Carmack
Couplet : Iambic Tetrameter
10.26.14

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2014

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Spider Woman

Feel my body soft and supple, feel my hands that roam your soul Yield to me and lose yourself, then let desire take its toll Let seduction and my sensuous tone touch your body; hear my voice Grab your sweet chameleon girl while believing it's your choice Pull my hair and grind your teeth but I'll make you say my name Love me with your heart and soul but it's only lovers' game With your fluids pumping all throughout and human nature's gift You will lose yourself to love itself and your sense of self will drift I'll ravish you with promises, firm and made of dreams You'll drown in me and melt inside beneath my cold-blue eyes that gleam Soon you'll wriggle with denial that you're not within my grasp Yet where's your voice of confidence but buried by each gasp You'll splash and crawl and ache for air just like an animal contained And between the two of me and you I'm the only one untamed I'll admire the contour your will bends pliantly to mine Like a spider loves her lover then she's only there to dine You may think that you could leave today, but you'll be back tonight I'll release you as an empty shell. Your sweet Angel of Heavenly bright.
game over

Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2013

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So Nearly Everyday

A long single strand of hair.
Deep darkness of my despair.

Everyday is much like the last.
Waves of darkness are all that pass.

I need the light from somewhere beyond.
Anything to guide me from the endless dark pond.

Spare me the madness of these lonely dark days.
Desperate and alone without some light to clear this haze.

I walk in a fog of anquish and pain.
I grasp for anything solid or go insane.

My screams are unheard by all around.
I beg to be released but there's never a sound.

My screams rebound from the torment I feel.
Never to be heard by anyone who's real.

Copyright © Donald Williams | Year Posted 2013

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The Evil Jack O'lantern

Walking near the Old Dark House under a morose moon sky,
I spied a furtive glance at Old Demon Jack’s big ugly evil eye.

This Jack O’lantern is not by any means a friendly funny face,
For he makes your blood run cold with a leering gruesome grimace.   

While looking at people with a distinct Mephistophelian delight,
Both of Old Demon Jack’s eyes give all a quite palpable fright.

This Jack O’lantern sits perched by the Old Dark House front door, 
Waiting for each Halloween to seek its revenge and even the score.

Old Demon Jack’s spirit eternally lives on in this undying fruit gourd,
Annually resurrected for Halloween—one of the Devil’s own horde.

This Jack O’lantern is indeed a macabre physical object from Hell’s pit,
And Old Demon Jack’s spirit lives there possessing souls as He sees fit.

On Halloween beware of the Old Dark House there on Old Hob’s Lane,
As Old Demon Jack and The Devil, will cause you agony and unending pain.

Now you know this is not the house on Halloween to make a trick or treat,
For in the end it will be your final destination and you’re The Devil’s Treat!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (September 25, 2014)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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That This Beauty

Many take her for granted this beauty seen in our skies Isn't she such a wonder for us she'll never despise She glows when we are weakened by life's travesties No matter our human gloom, she's there for us to see Take a look back to her past, view her strife her life Being battered by her neighbours, leaving her rife Look to the scars she bears, whom does she declare She never ever will, but do we humans really care History has shown, to her out reach we shall travel Into her out there black, shall we ever ever unravel It'll take some years, but eventually we will find I only hope and pray, that this beauty isn't undermined .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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- Grey Shadows Never Dies -

The black side of a life betrayal and choked dreams 
Cries of pain that are locked into their souls 

Evil twistfate deals aches and screams 
Inside darkened dungeons filled with peril and woe 

In the trap, feels like stuck in of eternity madness 
Hands are not chained but mind is unclear 

Hidden away from the world today within darkness crying 
Nightmares of life's perils strike deep irons hotly burns 

Blowing with the wind, flying a hurricane 
Shamelessly all trying to live from day to day 

Frozen ice frosting bites cold deeds creeps inside scars 
Slowly from the scrapyard of life's twisted metal crushed 

They cried many tear, tears of hope - wanted life to last
 But life was not fair enough as the remains lay deeply covered 

Unraveling out savagery of an animal cold cutting steel beast cursed 
Piercing howls forgiving the past in order to be redeemed blessed


 A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 20.01.2015 -

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Black and white, white and black

Black and white, white and  black;
Is one something, the other it’s lack?
They go well together each piano key,
On the written page, and old photography.

White and black, black and white;
Doesn’t always look quite right.
Depending on your contrast setting,
Shades of gray might be all you’re getting.

White and black, black and white;
The presence or absence of light?
Manipulated by shutter speed and lens,
Or repetitive thatching with black pens.

White and black, black and white;
The artist must decide what is right.
On the page, what’s most reflective
Depends entirely on the viewer's perspective.


Mark Halliday/WarriorPoet
20150303

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015

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In A Dark Room


I sat and waited,  alone in a dark, dark room
Only the moon light to lesson the gloom
My heart beat frantically in my chest
Knowing I would soon be put to a test…
Then I felt a presence right next to me
Something reached out and touched my knee
I smelled the stench of death and decay
Eyes that burned bright and  hair of gray
I knew this horror could only bring death
And I screamed with the last of my breath
Its bony claws lifted me to my feet
Now my terror was nearly complete
Shaking, being shaken, I came awake
"It was a dream, stop screaming for heaven's sake"
So just a dream, such a dream on Halloween night..
Such a horrific, glorious dream state  fright…..
.



Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014

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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

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Into the Black

For me burning daylight invites me to the black It's not that I don't like daylight, for I'll never lack If I'm ever to prowl whether it's amidst the dark, light It's being the cleverest, within either I'm out of sight Have you ever walked behind someone oh so quiet Can you simply imagine, their strolling quiet riot To even stand beside, in an Otis lift, we're alone We in burning daylight, whom does whom belong Sitting in a restaurant, all alone with no chaperon Whether it's burning daylight, who does who own For me burning daylight invites me to the black To venture into the black, then I'll soon relax

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Life isn't a wish granting factory

Life isn't a wish-granting factory.
It's the sweet cover of open lip's mockery.
It's a house for all to live in - 
the liars, the murderers and the rest of the sins.

Life steals your childhood dreams,
puts it in a jar and makes it seem
as if it just gifted you a present
because you lived in its past and presence.

Then in the future - if Life gives you any,
you'll see that Life is playing games, at once, to many;
you'll resent Life for giving you puzzles and quizzes
that once resolved will just turn to mere bliss.

In the corner of The Room where broken things lie
are your wishes - once soaked with hope but now dry,
drained from the core as time goes on
flowing in the dumpster of Lost and Forever Gone.

But at the end of the day, you find
as you lay on your grave and memories rewind:
Life was honey, it was fun and precious but on the contrary
you recalled the simplest truth - that Life wasn't a wish-granting factory.




 "Life isn't a wish-granting factory" is a quote from the book "A Fault in Our Stars" written by John Green. 

Copyright © Celine Tran | Year Posted 2013

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Pain Of The Night

Pain Of The Night

There is a short story of Hemingway’s
Called “A Clean Well-Lighted Place”.
An old widower in a small Spanish town
Nightly frequents a café until it closes down.
Behind his back, some of the waiters deride
Him, because the widower had attempted suicide.
One married waiter complained repeatedly,
That because of him they couldn’t ever close early.
However one older waiter had more sympathy,
Because like the old man, he had no family.
The old waiter understood that pain in the night,
Could be held back in a place that’s clean and bright.

I remember when I was single and free to roam,
And later as a soldier deployed far from home,
That old message of Ernest Hemingway’s
About needing a clean well-lighted place.
Without love and family, life seems just sleep and work.
Solitude is most oppressive sitting in the dark.
Our connection to others helps keep us alive;
Gives us meaning and a reason to survive.
So if you have nobody, and feel the pain of the night,
Surround yourself in a place that’s clean and bright.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015

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The Frozen Ghost

The Frozen Ghost

All Hallows’ Eve conjureth yearly an evil of such a mythic yore,
As a ghastly icy specter walketh silently now through our door! 

This frozen ghost of yore giveth we the living his curses on this night,
With his blackest of eyes and icy hands delivereth he his horrid fright.

The frozen ghost’s unholy eyes mirroreth clear Old Hob’s very plan, 
To bringeth his fear, hate, and Hellspawn here to God’s divine land!

Mankind hath a sacred duty so true to fight Old Hob’s vile temptation, 
And to resist the frozen ghost’s message whilst praying for redemption.  

We prayeth now to Almighty God to send this frozen ghost on his way,
Back now to Old Hob, never to walk on this Earth another night or day!

We honoureth All Hallows’ Eve and thinketh of all departed souls’ wit,
Knowing the frozen ghost has gone now—buried so deep in Hell’s pit!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 7, 2015
(Rhymed Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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What Lurks Within

           What Lurks Within

Were it once a bright and honest form
Un-pestered by the flies now round it swarm
The purity be gone, though be deceptions fault
Un-blamed and yet desires could not halt
Offered such a power which man can only dream
And wore the coat, perfectly, seam to seam
Doomed to haunt and carry out the deeds
Unearth the weak and in them plant the seeds
Ease out the good that lives in every heart
Cause conscience and the senses fall apart
And with each take, his strength to reinforce
To change the destiny of human course
In plain sight, amongst us to reside
Familiar, has no need of us to hide 
Innocent his face to all appears
His presence is not felt, till mind he sears
The curious be tempted, least to take a peep
That instant found new blood has he to creep
He draws you there with his, and your own sin
I beg, I beg, never dare, to see, what lurks within
 

Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2013

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Drip Go the Children-A Halloween Poem

 
Drip... drip      drip... drip 
A gentle rain fell to the ground one beautiful Autumn day, 
when the children of the village went out to play.
Colored leaves were piled so high 
like soft fluffy mountains that reach for the sky,
in shades of Fall, green, yellow and red, 
the skeletal trees, so bare, seemed dead.
Loud and sweet they laughed and sang, 
too bad they missed when the church bell rang.
On that awful eve was it luck or fate 
when the precious young kids stayed out too late.

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The mask he wore was one of discord, all twisted and bent
much like his soul, nothing to redeem him, he was evil!

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Drip... drip... drip
The droplets ceased as they joked of the beast 
who was recently released 
from the psycho ward, 
they said he was cured,
but no one believed, 
had they all been deceived?
The doctors were sure,
but perhaps premature,
when they released him that day 
and sent him away.

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Back to the house where he was raised,
to live anew his ghastly remembrance
of how he was treated with his mother's harsh torment.

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Drip... drip
A fading sound as dusk arrived and the winds began to howl,
it was time for the ghosts and ghoulies to prowl.
From house to house the door bells rang, 
as trick or treat, to each person, they sang.
Candy was given to each little ghost 
by brightly dressed ladies and vampire hosts.
Hair raising screams were heard through the night, 
but no one suspected from actual fright.
Each little one managed to make it home safe
except for the lonely occasional waif.

~~~~~~~~~~

After each knock he looked through the door,
waiting so patient to meet a new friend.
But shy he was so he chose carefully 
the ones who needed a friend like he.

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Drip
From the ceiling, drip from the door, 
from the walls and the bodies of the kids to the floor,
The red viscus liquid coated the stair 
where hung three young girls from their long auburn hair.
Two boys like sconces were nailed to the wall,
another arranged like a porcelain doll.
The putrid smell that filled the air 
was more then even the policemen could bare,
and others were found throughout the place,
but, of the madman, there wasn't a trace.

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Drip... drip     drip... drip

He felt the moisture in his eyes as the droplets traced his chin
Wiping his face, the tears he cried dripped slowly to the ground.
His anger grew as each child was removed and he left his home.
Now he had to find a new place, 
and new friends!



10/04/15

Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015

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Going To War

The phrase, "going to war", has always had ominous and forbidding qualities that can 
reverberate to the very core of the soul. Experiencing such an ordeal has its own legacy. It 
differs from person to person in varying degrees and the anticipation is usually far more 
negative than the actual arrival into the area of conflict. Though each war has its own 
realities with which to deal, it is not the war addressed by, "Going to War". The poem reveals 
the war within when the psyche literally battles with the 'unknown' in its struggle to accept 
the actuality of an event feared and imagined.

The eastern sky grew dark with night, The west held light of day. A lonesome plane in westward flight Was taking us away. When orders came for Viet Nam And all the names were read, They may as well have dropped a bomb, Or shot us there instead. Some few had been to fight before But most of us had not; Had never dealt with death or war, Or fears of being shot. Our words came scarce and laughter naught, Concern was quick to grow. The doubts and fears we all had brought Seemed primed and set to blow. A wave of silence dashed our youth Against the rocks of war, And in its wake, the naked truth; We're little boys no more. The time had come to set aside The games of yesterday, To give our step a longer stride, To learn another way. Now doubt looms dark and ominous, A vulture from the blue, That preys upon what peace remains, From all the things we knew. We pray to soothe our fears and dread, For rest to ease our mind, For guidance through the war ahead, And mourn the 'world', behind; And that one day we'll understand Why people have to die... Still, time grows near when we would land, The miles were flying by. The windows fog with quickened breath In our descent to land. We all are sure a brush with death Is very close at hand. We watch Siagon come into view And wait to feel a blast; Then hold our breath, as if on cue, When wheels touch down, at last. The war, for us, has just begun; Our fates seem so unsure, But we are warriors, every one, Resolved we will endure. ©1971 by Jim Fish

Copyright © Jim Fish | Year Posted 2009

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Light and Dark

Light and dark
In the middle of the park
Where the shadows dance
With every glance.
The breeze goes by
With just a sigh
By trembling leaves
A spider weaves
To a silent beat
A web of deceit
Set in light and dark
In the middle of the park. 

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Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014

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Under My Dreams

                                 Wading through water as the level creeps up high...
                                      Chin stretched out as my pleas travel wide...

                                          My feet are moving to feel the ground...
                                        Like chasing whispers that are all around...

                                             The sun hides behind a dark silk sky...
                                               With frozen teardrops left to glide...

                                              With dark rooms that light can't find...
                                                I drown slowly in a place not kind...

                                         My eyes flicker open to a world under dreams...
                                       Where a fading shadow is never what it seems...

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012