It hovers here, a moon opaque,
obscuring mountain trails I take.
No other living things appear.
A moon opaque. . . It hovers here.
I follow on along a ledge;
below a swirling river’s edge.
In front of me, the canyon’s yawn.
Along a ledge, I follow on.
I see no hue when fog congeals.
Oh, doom of one who no more feels!
The moon has fled, as so have you.
When fog congeals, I see no hue.
Now all is dim; it matters not.
My dear one’s heart I have not got.
No use in living without him.
It matters not. Now all is dim.
At peace I’ll be if I should fall
to murky water from this wall.
Oh, yawning canyon, swallow me.
If I should fall, at peace I’ll be.
'for the Gothic or Romantic (old/new) Contest of Giorgio Veneto
and now for the contest of PD
See me in the shadows
I'm drowning in black ink
Slipping beneath the surface
Darkness informs the way I think
Within, a perverse pleasure
The tattooing of my mind
Words are my she devil
Her beauty makes me blind
She causes skin to tingle
Each word her form revealed
I reach and want to touch her
Yet if I do my fate is sealed
For the current of my mind
It travels and it flows
Carried down her river
Within this book that I have chose
So I choose to close the cover
Seal the pages of this book
I know you want to read it
But please I pray don't look
For she is a temptress
A devil in disguise
She'll sap away your passion
You'll drown, within her lies
Here under the cold winter sun,
Beneath the old, lifeless tree,
My winter mourning has begun,
When no one comes to visit me.
Left out here on the edge of town,
Underneath the gray and gloomy sky,
In a lonely cemetery, with not a soul around,
Where every lone wintertime, I cry.
As I lay here, frozen and numb,
Crystal snowflakes are falling down,
The dead of winter has finally come,
Like icy teardrops upon the ground.
The wind howls like a lonely, lost spirit,
Through grass overgrown this December,
And it still hurts me to hear it,
That nobody even came here to remember.
Icicles have formed on the iron gate,
And the days now become dark so soon,
Forever sealing in my forgotten fate,
My only friend is the bright, shining moon.
And so I'll just lie here all alone,
No one will come until the spring,
And while you are staying, warm at home,
No one has left me flowers or anything.
As you cry in the dark and your tears find the pillow
You think I don't know, those tears filled with such sorrow
Are for that long ago love, then comes tomorrow
I wish for today, your heart I could borrow
Dreams filled with the memory of her face
Wisps of her hair, visions of ribbon and lace
The look in her eyes, another time and place
I wish this from your mind, I could forever erase
But war time came and took you away
And never knowing your fate, day after day
Time took its toll, as time will do
She went on with life, her life without you
As I cry in the dark and my tears find the pillow
You'll never know, these tears filled with such sorrow
Are those longing for love, again comes tomorrow
I wish for today, your heart I could borrow
Smoke comes off the chimney tops
Trails behind the breeze as the rain drops
Hurdles under the clouds to seek shelter
Disappears in the vapor of a darkest winter
Snapped under my coat I ran to shelter
My steps tracing the trail of glass
Sweat dripped down my palms elevated
I lift my knees and walk agitated
Took a second to notice, a scarf hanging
Neck loose, head bottled, scalp dangling
Cold breath sneaked up and down my neck
As the lady grasped sight of her final dread
My gaze slid under her skirt
Her undone hair and bloody shirt
All climbed to intertwine juxtaposed above
Merciless, spineless, slithering gloves
Ice-clawed eyes stared back in horror
Hands clenched in fists flagrant in color
Put a finger on his lips and whispered
A tone that struck my nerves unhindered
Speak a word and you're next
Don't put my patience to the test
Walk away, disappear, 'cause if I find you
You'll pray that god take you before I do
I couldn't hesitate twice abt walking
Suddenly, he cringed and started falling
Branches broke as his neck followed behind
Snapping backwards, dispersing his spine
I slowly walked over and found a note
To whom it may concern, sloppy hands wrote
I am but a victim, of this woman's throat
the day she stabbed me, the day she spoke
I'm but a lonely spirit roaming free
Why has this lady followed me
To murder all that I loved and once cared for
To sweep off the little things I'd die for
She was Lady Death, the one we all fear
Seductively laying us to eternal rest
Drove me to heaven, doors slid clear
Her arms wide open, her warm loving chest
Then to hell I went for my earthly deeds
The torture I've seen for all those years
And you're next in a line of slaves
A queue of misery, a farm of graves
Your eyes have seen a deadly charm
Life as you know it is far long gone
Prepare for a sinfully long run
Here she comes, load your gun
Deep in the woods, a cottage lies,
deep in the core of it,
and gazing out with empty eyes,
twins by a window sit.
Deep in their thoughts, they sit, these two,
above their shack, a shroud
of limbs from trees block any view
of sun, or moon or cloud.
Deep in their hearts, they had to know
they shared a secret sin.
In dark, sweet flowers cannot grow
when jealousy creeps in.
Deep in the night, the cold winds gust.
The leaves from a fresh dirt mound.
The winds, as strong as two maids’ lust,
now move the leaves around.
Deep in the ground, lies one who came
by chance. He did no wrong
but put twin virgin hearts aflame. . .
then stay a bit too long.
Deep into sleep, each woman dreams
of the love she yearns for still
and shivers to recall the screams
of the man both had to kill.
for Skat's Dark and Deep (old poems only)Contest
Eve presents the fruit, the forbidden fruit
A special unknown fruit from that one tree
A fruit that God said one should never eat
Then the snake came to shower the fruit free
Nothing bad, he says, will come from eating
God didn’t want the power to be known
The snake explained that they would be as God
Satan showed his ploy so well, he has sown
We took the fruit and ate it and life changed
We now have knowledge, of good and evil
Pain and hatred also came along too
All that is bad sure did come to reveal
God cursed the snake, that of the devil’s tool
But we must carry our sin for all time
The curse from the first bite that we did eat
And it wasn’t worth the pain we aligned
God was quite disappointed with humans
Hating to give us our just punishment
But we were now found walking with figs on
Ashamed of not doing God’s commandment
To this day we are filled with sin each day
Starting right from the first couple’s mistake
Now we must wallow inside their bad choice
Suffering the punishment we did make
Hold my hands and sing me to sleep
Before the dreams sink too deep
Through the night walk me to the shore
To a land where greetings are peaceful snores
Let the moon talk about the day
Let it tell off our journey to the bay
Let the stars carry me with the morning breeze
Back to the fields, the empty willow trees
Let the wintersun embrace the darkness in my head
Let it lift my soul from beneath the bed
Down the beach and on the shore
On the clouds with worries no more
Free of speech, my mind sinks to sleep
Free of love my heart trembles to keep
Free of fear, my shudders float astray
Free of noises my ears chase away
To safety to nothing make me see
To claim a state I may never be
Take me to the old willow tree
Where the white snow buried me
puff of smoke.
or cruel joke?
First a bat,
then human form—
And in the mirror,
no image there;
it stilled my heart
and stifled prayer.
But Drac was old
and suffered so;
his timing off,
As he lunged
I stepped aside;
his chest I eyed.
He lay there stunned,
his big mistake;
I then asked how
he’d like his stake.
2nd Place, Poems from the Vampire, Just That Archaic Poet
In the night movement there’s a wary crow
Straight up into the blue moon it flies high
Cocking its flight to avoid its cold rays
Each night in the moon brings a large crow’s sigh
Elbows of their feet bend throughout the air
As the bird sings, a gorgeous sound to me
I can sense its flight near me, overhead
He’s flapping near to me, but I can’t see
Only if the moon is shining greatly
Can I see, tonight it comes in and out
But sure when it comes out of the darkness
The moon only brings shades that are about
Circling there above me cawing with joy
Listening do I hear his great power
Appearing now within the little light
Dips down on me as I stand and cower
Conquering my fear I reach for him near
I hope that he comes onto my dark arm
He does just that, I look deep in his eyes
He swallows my heartbeats without alarm
Now I move to the nearest tree and caw
Allowing him to fly to high branches
Power envelopes me, I seem to float
I must leave him to the highest reaches
I think feel a breeze
A breeze and a touch of horror
Something makes my breath seize
The stings of inner torture
The beast of the dark just passes
I hear the pings of its awfulness
Horrible snuffs complementing terrible masses
Something grip me here – oh fearfulness!
Now what – silence…
The quietness of the graveyard
I sense trouble in disguise
Only that worse turns bad
Oh wait, I can see
Slow approaches of eye balls
The burning eyes of the black beast
Monster, you, coming for me or my pulse
This is it my adventure fiasco
In the ever-dark ghost room
I would rather die like a hero
Behind this locked door with my rheum
As I’ll lay my back on this door
Oh beast feast, on me feast
I can hear quacks as I fall
…the door open at least
Massacre! Oh massacre of the beast
Sun ray-the enemy of the dark monster
Came in for its burnt feast
Because the door opened
She came out of the sea at twilight
Weak and trembling, bent with age
Her hair entwined with seaweed
The pounding surf a watery stage. .
She stood awhile and listened
then with the most frightful groan
Beaconed with a bony finger
To her minions in the foam..
Out of the waves they scrambled
Creatures from the dark and deep
Unleashed this one dark night
From their prison did they creep..
The danced the Funky Monkey
while the stars shown overhead
With abandon celebrated freedom
From their dark and watery bed...
So had the sun and stars aligned
Just this once in untold years
To break the spell they suffered
And dry their unending tears..
And with the light of faintest dawn
They turned from their heavenly shore
All crept back into the thrashing sea
And their likes were seen no more
Co-written with my grandson Jordan..9 yrs old
You’re not good for me
You’ve just got to go
You’ve brought me nothing....
Nothing but sorrow!
You’ve sapped all my strength
You’ve tortured my heart
You’ve crushed my spirit
You MUST now depart!
You’ve splintered my wings
You’ve wrung my soul dry
You’ve fed my mind’s beasts
You’ve made your girl cry
I’ve tried those potions
I’ve tried the fake priests
I’ve followed the rules
I’ve had sacred feasts
What else can I do?
What chant can I pray?
To exorcise you
There just seems no way!
You’ve made your own home
So deep in my head
I’m obsessed by you
Tormented in bed
Get out! Please, Get Out!
For I must go on!
Be exorcised NOW!
For my sake...be gone!
When I am all clean
With no demon trace
Posses me once more
With your angel face!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I know I’m going to die
It’s just a matter of time
Till my body catches up
With my state of mind
When the deadness of my heart
Will make its beating still
When my mind just shuts down
Almost against my will
When every living fiber
Like my soul gives up the fight
When my body finally slips
Into that endless night
The blood coursing through my veins
Is slowing down its race
There is that tinge of death
That's reflected on my face
Shutting down every function
My body is giving in
Sensing there's no desire
The battle of life to win
It's clear all of my tissues
Have finally come to see
That there is no breath of love
That can give life back to me
Eileen Manassian Ghali
In the mist of life, I have found myself
lost and alone in a wood dark and gray.
A chill to the bone, a fall to the depth
a longing to feel the warm rays of day.
There was but one road which ran to a church.
There was many roads that ran far in the wood.
Like a fool I have run past Elm and Birch
this lost road turned to a trail where I stood.
A dark cloud now forms a narrow cold sky
a wind from the North, which blows coastally.
My choice brings no answer only a sigh
it made years ago and so willfully.
Weary am I of a life on this path
wishing to visit my option again.
Fearing my Lord or fearing His wrath
I backtrack this road but only in vain.
Before me a puzzle of rock and stone
reaching far back before a road in time
planted me deep in a mist with no tone
searching for a life, that I could call mine.
This narrowing track turns back on itself,
the undergrowth soon will stand in my way.
In the mist of life, I have found myself
Lost and alone in a wood dark and gray.
In the green countryside of Wales,
A castle sits, dark and decaying,
It holds many ghostly tales,
That the locals keep relaying.
Surrounded by majestic, rolling hillsides,
Covered by a gray, misty shroud,
And cliffs high above the blue sea tides,
Where voices still ring out loud.
What was once a beautiful garden,
Where all the children used to play,
Has been left to whither and harden,
Just as the castle was left to decay.
Long cobwebs hang like curtains of lace,
In windows that remain dark and cold,
Someone still walks the crumbling staircase,
Just as they did in the days of old.
They walk the towers and through the halls,
Making the dusty, wooden floors creak,
Their portraits still hang on the walls,
Where the voices of the dead still speak.
The empty rooms will never make a sound,
But, if you listen hard enough to their history,
Stories of romance and love still abound,
Along with secrets of murders and mystery.
Written by: Kelly Deschler - August 8th, 2013
Giorgio V's contest - "In The Faraway" - the theme is gothic
I was set upon a wooden box
With strings fastened to my hands and feet
It seems she promised to make me dance
With her skillful hands I'd feel the beat
The music, I could hear really well
Sadly I was unable to move
That would change according to her plan
Her music had a sinister groove
My knees she crushed with a big hammer
All my other joints broken with such glee
It seems she needed another puppet
Why I wonder did it have to be me
When I screamed she skillfully broke my jaw
Then each finger crushed in her metal vice
She laughed and said, "Oh don't you worry,
I have stored up a whole chest of ice!"
Then she came close, to look in my eyes
Telling me that she much preferred green
Sadly blue was not her color of choice
She wanted eyes that exuded mean
I watched her return, with two glass eyes
And a sharp knife in the palm of her hand
As she got close, I gave her a head butt
she dropped to the floor like a bag of sand
On the very spot where her hammer rested
Thankfully the claw pointed up in the air
The crack of her skull was a lovely sound
I took much pleasure in her lifeless stare
Now there is no one to pull my strings
I sit here waiting with my puppet friends
The room is quiet none of us can speak
We all look like babies, wearing depends!
Rising from their graves,
Breaking through the ground,
Raised by radiation waves,
They are coming to your town.
Board up all your doors,
Nail them good and tight,
Or there will be blood and gore,
By the end of the night.
They tear down your walls,
Break through your window pane,
No one can help you at all,
When they try to eat your brain.
Those dead eyes make you shiver,
You scream out with alarm,
Zombies try to eat your liver,
And, chew on your leg and arm.
There is no point to tell her,
That it is just too late,
Go hide down in your cellar,
You cannot escape your fate.
Zombies are the living dead,
They do not easily expire,
So, cause injury to their head,
Or, burn them with fire.
Hungry zombies do not give,
Oh, you better run,
Or you will not live,
To see the rising sun.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
October, 11th, 2013
For Leonora Galinta's contest -
"Halloween-Only One Theme...Zombies!"
You sit in darkness, watching the lightning,
You listen to every clap of thunder,
There could be nothing any more frightening,
But, in your mind you still wonder.
The howling wind blows the curtains,
The falling rain taps your window pane,
There is nothing there, you are certain,
But, an uneasy feeling drives you insane.
Tree branches sway within the breeze,
Their shadows fall along your wall,
You find every explanation with ease,
And convince yourself it's nothing at all.
A black shadow darts in your direction,
There's nothing more menacing than that,
Two eyes are seen with the light reflection,
Suddenly, you realize it's just your cat.
But, then a cold chill races down your spine,
It's not the wind, your window is now closed,
You try to say that everything is fine,
So, what is it, do you suppose.
Listen, something is walking up the stairs,
You can hear it's footsteps on the floor,
All this tension begins to raise your hairs,
Do you dare open your bedroom door.
The Flame Burnt Hot.
The air was thin, standing looking out of the small window
Flying to Tunisia through a cloud level that was low
Stretching my legs and peering down the fuselage
From the flight deck, appeared the man who was definitely in charge.
His dark good looks struck me, they hit me like a blow
He came and stood in front of me and then he said “Hello.”
Dark limpid brown eyes, dressed in a uniform so smart
If we had been there longer, he may have stolen my beating heart.
Holding in his hand, a bar of dark chocolate
Broke a piece off it, and asked me if I’d like to partake.
Not being a fan of chocolate, but I am a fan of a uniform so grand
I let him feed it to me out of his large, strong, tanned hand.
The flame was burning bright as we looked deep into each others eyes
When my husband tapped him on the shoulder much to our surprise
The pilot turned and offered him a piece of chocolate too
I think you may guess the answer, and what he told him then to do.
The flame that burned oh so hot, was snuffed in just a second
A warning to all those girls, for whom a uniform may beckon
When a tall dark pilot offers to feed you from his hand
Make sure there’s no one around round so that flame can then be fanned…
Based very loosely on a true story lol
Note: Following a rash of local breakins, thieves murdered two people who happened to be
at home when they entered. This event produced a lot of anxiety for me and James was
kind enough to help divert my attention by joining in this write. Many thanks to James, Tim
and Dane Ann for their support during this difficult time. -- Carolyn
A hungry gray feline sees a mouse; quickly does she pounce
Instincts come into play as jungle creatures eye their prey
Natural selection rules the vast animal kingdom
By striking fast they earn the right to live another day
We read in the papers and we watch on the news
As I look out my window, and ponder man's thoughts
What do we see, through our eyes as we view
Our ability to kill and leave one's life nought
Complicated survival games play out each strenuous day
From the frigid Arctic tundra to torrid dark jungles
Beasts on the prowl are trekking nature's intended path
Another victim falls as distant thunder rumbles
Opportunists linger as the perpetrators dare
Man stalking down dark alleys and dimly-lit streets
Confronted, accosted in criminal stare
Where the innocents in danger, generally meet
Other members of the animal kingdom have no choice
They slay only to keep themselves and their families alive
But it's man who plays the most dangerous of games
Killing for thrill, politics or greed; how can man survive?
It's the evil of man who takes what he wants
With the blade of a knife, with his terror taunts
His escalation from flint to gun
This most wonderful world in masculine haunt
If man continues to develop harsh weapons
The skies may explode in carnivorous fashion
Consuming not just one animal species, but all
Leaving angels to mourn the death of God's creations
Waking up in the dark of night
barely four years of age.
My world is wrought with fright
not knowing my life would be a stage.
That little girl long ago
was innocent… pure…
but now she is who I no longer know.
My mind is a disease for which there is no cure.
At day I have no rest.
At night I can not flee.
Sanity is a rare guest
and when he comes I can’t see.
This is my curse so real:
I can’t forget
the dreams, and ‘reality’ surreal
is something I’ve never met.
So chirp, little robin, chirp and sing!
For today once more you entertain well.
So be merry, let the world its troubles bring!
For tonight once more you feast in sheer, bloody Hell.
Your ability to remember
will be your curse to flee.
Each year, January to December
You will wish you had not known memory.
Doth it not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art,
To feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart?
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,
my poems recite my plight.
As two souls mix heart stashes,
inspired of mastery might.
A precept building ahead of time,
TS Eliot dubbed the dark poet.
Poems compare the heart and mind,
T. was fearful human concepts blow it.
Listen, I recite God’s prophet poet,
the waste land be the human mind.
Eliot recites death as concepts sow it.
Valley shadows death, human kind.
Branches, the parasites of human rubbish,
as Eliot compares God’s precept dovish.
Sorrow and blood slaughter is unleashed,
as humans seek beasts’ minds for publish
The human shall not cease of beast,
mind-wilderness concept abominations,
until he return to origin of flourish east.
Hear wisdom of T’s dark connotations
“TS near quotes
Of roots that clutch of which branches grow,
of its stony rubbish is only concepts of man.
Broken images of rubbish, cannot flow,
for of the red rock is the precept grand.
“TS near quotes
The blood drained of the eternal red stone.
Fear is but a handful of flesh-turned dust.
Death shadow dust is swallowed of throne,
as the red stone shall bud of evergreen thrust.
For Dear Heart
And Contest The Passionate Reader
Welcome back Dear Heart
Without the dark, we could not see the stars;
Without some pain, we would not treasure joy;
Without some upset, none would savour peace;
Without some trial, none could faith employ.
Without the clouds and rain, we'd tire of sunshine;
Without some hurt, we'd never know forgiveness;
Without some battle, none would learn to conquer;
Without some mountains, none could upward progress.
Without the dark, the light would seem so plain;
Without the dark, it would not be as bright;
And so, my prayer for all who read these lines
Is that you'll see the stars throughout the night.
*Inspired by, "Without the dark, we wouldn't see the stars."
Written October ninth, two thousand and thirteen.
Contest Name: "Write with your Heart: 12 lines."
I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.
A well-worn path
of one lonely soul,
a solitary journey that
begins to take a toll.
A lonely soul that
was left an empty heart,
on one darkened day
when true love did depart.
A soul left lonesome
to live a painful life,
where a scar remains
like a cut from a knife.
Dark days turn to night
teardrops falling like rain,
no umbrella can shield
perennial tears of pain.
For a lonely lost soul
no comfort can be found,
there is no more love
when no light is around.
Hunter of duskfall prowls with sensation
The craving of thirst awakens mortal lure
Enchanted by taste of flesh, a night’s potion
His shadow rises upon needs impure.
Enticing one prey, he offers sinful blessing
To consume blood’s feast, the sweetness of nectar
Another creature now part of the Hunter’s ring;
Both enshrined by moonlight’s conniving star.
Consumed by earthy hunger, fangs devour
As seasons feed on eternity’s quest,
Not knowing the woman of morning hour
Or sunrise’s flavor, gently possessed.
He wanders again scouring for luscious bite
Transcending centuries gothic and old
Slow lament of own death, a rabid plight
Enough! His knifed heart spurts, his wish bestowed.
Poems From The Vampire Contest
by nette onclaud
From the time of the beginning
A blackness there has been
And though he sits there grinning
He can’t be touched or seen
A taste he’ll place upon your tongue
Sweet words he’ll whisper in your ear
And even though you know it’s wrong
You’ll sink before his scent in fear
He’s everywhere and nowhere
His art is finely tuned
He’ll choose his prey with utmost care
And then the prey is doomed
In the shadows he’ll be waiting
Temptation in his hand
A picture he’ll be painting
In the minds of the damned
He’s practise in his winning ways
He binds you in his spell
And then the soul of he who plays
Is on the road to hell
His aim, an army is to gather
Of bandits, tykes and ghouls
Wild eyed and whetted lips a lather
To reign on witless fools
And a message he sends out
Upon the slightest breeze
To those so full of doubt
That light nor dark can’t please
To the hunted, he says hide
For the hunter he has freed
Feel the hunter at your side
To fulfil his darkest need
In the quiet, the night to focus on
Dreams escape my head bringing dusty eyes
I follow its lonely steps to darkness
The moon begins to shine, starts to revise
Fog envelopes me holding me so tight
I can’t breathe, suffocating, I don't lie…
End of life forms before me, true as night
I finally suck in breath of the sky
Calmness enters my troubled head for once
Fog starts to recede, I see a home there
Is it mine, what is the purpose of this
My dreams, so lost, am I truly aware
Where am I to be in this dream, fancy
I delve into the space under this moon
Bewilderment occupies my shaved head
Smooth as silk, I follow nothing so soon
The fog starts to cast its way in again
I’m blinded only by the moon’s blue light
Now I must sit, I am tired, can’t go on
I hear the ocean, is it a new sight
I wake to the sound of my noise maker
To see thick fog covering everything
Every thought is clear, I can concentrate
I blame it on my dream, ventured seeing
Don’t play with my heart
You mischievous boy
I know what you want
You just want a toy
Don’t try to be cute
Don’t try to be sweet
You just want to eat
A sugary treat
Then lick your fingers
And be on your way
Well, listen up boy
Hear now what I say
Yes, I am yummy
And yes, I am FINE
But, please, do beware
Before you do dine
If you have your meal
And then disappear
I’ll give you a kick
A box in the ear
I’ll maul you alright
Make you worse for wear
Fiercer than any
Deranged mama bear
You can fight, but dear
You don’t stand a chance
I’ll cut you down cold
And over you prance
Then lock you away
And swallow the key
Oh baby, don’t mess
Don’t you mess with me!
With all that you know
Do you want to touch?
I’m standing right here
You want me so much?
Right now I’ll be good
And purr and be coy
Because truth be told
You are MY toy boy!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Inspired by Becca :)