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The little soldier boy

His daddy is fighting in Iraq.
His mommy is fighting tears.
His brother is fighting death.
He is fighting his desolation and fears.

Friends are but a dream
and companions are an illusion.
School is a concentration camp,
but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion.

His training school is loneliness.
His milestones are fears, thrust in lies.
His only weapon is faith
and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries.

Strength left his fragile body
and he lost the fight in life so coy,
yet on his knees he conquered agony
and I call him the little soldier boy.

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Count Dracula's Spell

A walk upon dark, icy ground
sends shivers down to bony spine;
spared from the choke of death thus bound,
breath comes whence love and hate entwine.

The count, their lord, doth rise at dusk
to terrorize blanched countryside 
His steely eyes slice trembling husk 
for drop of life, his brides abide.

The stench of corpse wafts from dead night
like sweet perfume on lover’s nape.
Enchanted by his starless flight,
he beckons with dark-wings of cape.

Then, like the moth to burning flame,
her fervor climbs for fangs drawn near. 
a scarlet kiss to seize with shame,
Greed’s appetite expels stored fear. 

In harsh rays of the waking dawn,
She curses beast, her longing’s doom.   
With conscience breaking charm and brawn,
She lifts wood stake above his tomb.   

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 1/12/15
for Giorgio's Sketch a Fictitious Character II Contest 
*iambic tetrameter

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Baby Brave

A boy lines up plastic soldiers 
In straight rows across his floor.
He knocks them down with callow ease
In a naive game of war.

Far across the deepest ocean,
In between rich, well-known places,
Little boys become those soldiers -
Grow hard lines upon their faces.

Guns weigh down their frail frames,
As they march in groups like drones;
Passing by jumbles of bodies -
Messy piles of flesh and bones.

One cries softly in the corner,
Another cannot bear the sound.
He takes the blunt side of his gun
And beats the other to the ground.

In the streets they pass right over
Mothers murdered, sisters raped,
Countless men whose limbs are broken,
But whose empty eyes still gape.

Narrow roads become red rivers,
Neighbourhoods go up in flames,
Backyards turn into cold graveyards -
Still they play this twisted game.

Far across the deepest ocean,
In the richest, well-known places,
Boys line up their plastic soldiers
With blind smiles upon their faces.

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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

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The tapered blade glinted in the fast fading moonlight
It slipped so easy between the ribs on this, another murderous night
Swiftly the body was denuded of all his earthly goods
As the bladed murderer slipped off, into the nearby darkening woods.

The tapered blade reappeared two nights from that deed
No one took notice, the warnings they did not heed
The blade did flash the body fell, gurgling sounds did rise
As the body crumpled the life blood gone, twas no real surprise.

A vigilante, they declared, was on the prowl at night
Two evil men had been attacked and given more than just a fright
The death toll rose week by week, but none could tell the tale
The man with the tapered blade, not once his deadly blade did fail.

The bloody murderer with the blade came to a crossroads in his life
He stood between three roads marked Hope, Despair and Strife
Onto his knees he fell, he prayed and asked “Which road do I take?”
I have done your bidding Lord; help me my choice to make.

Looking down from heaven on high the Lord was angered so
“I never told you to act as judge and everyone will know.
Behind you a fourth road is opening this one is called Retribution.
Take that one if you dare I say, but expect no absolution.”

The murderous vigilante, his thanks did express in supplication
He took the given road, not realising this act was in its self the causation
Of the opening of a doorway where stood the Reaper with his scythe
As the curved blade came down, he watched his victim writhe.

The Grim reaper did smile his daily task he did so enjoy 
To be given a soul to keep, would keep his devils in happy employ
So if you take the path-the one marked retribution
Remember at the end of it may not be the hoped for or best solution.

©5/11/2102 ~GG~

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Titanic Forever

My father had been out of work for way too long.
At night, I often heard him and mom weep
Food was scant, but love was strong. 
As was that hunger pain when I lay to sleep.

My little brother was too young to understand.
Still a babe in arms, he brought our only smiles.
I loved to play with him and hold his tiny hand.
It seemed to take away the hurt from life trials.

Then, one-day dad came home all excited.
He was talking so fast, grinning from ear to ear.
He said that our future was well fated.
That we were in for adventure was clear.

It was that new ocean liner, the Titanic. 
Dad had been hired for the maiden voyage.
We were going along as his sidekick.
A family destined for American homage.

In just five days we boarded that ship.
Immigrating was a dream come true.
Accommodations would be a hardship.
But it was worth opportunities…new.

Dad worked as a scullion in the restaurant.
We were housed on the lower deck.
It was a very crowded lodgment.
We stayed together until the shipwreck.

Sirens were screeching people screaming.
We could not find dad anywhere.
Was he locked up as a cageling?
Could it be true; was he trapped down there?

Lifeboats were being lowered.
Mom held my brother, crying.
Dad must be somewhere cloistered.
We all feared a dreadful dying.

Someone put me in a lifeboat.
I reached for mom as it descended.
The Titanic was still afloat.
But my family separated.

The water was freezing.
I had forgotten my coat.
People crying, sniffling, and sneezing.
The lifeboat soon became an iceboat.

Within a few hours, death began.
Shivering, I crawled beneath two corpses.
A young girl destined to live without her clan.
Hidden from polar breezes.

That was the last time I saw my mother.
My mind holds the image clearly.
She, calling for dad, was cuddling brother.
Oh, how I loved my family dearly.

When rescuers finally arrived.
I was the only one alive in the lifeboat.
Beneath those bodies, I survived.
Then, I was wrapped in a warm coat.

I never did see America.
I was sent to an orphanage back home.
Life had dealt a great trauma.
Forever had sunken in the ocean's foam.

© April 9, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  My heart will go on and on.... Free Poetry 
Sponsor	Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver

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My blood trickles
through the tip of my pen
as my soul is exposed
yet once again.

Naked, my words
slowly open the door,
and step into the world
largely ignored.

Fearfully, they
confront giants of hate,
bigotry, ignorance,
Thus fixing their fate.

So bleeding, I
press my pen to the page
and bear my soul once more
to cowards’ rage.

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Wintry night, the clouds were churning
While the lightning lit the sky
The old house it shook and trembled 
As the howling wind went by.

I put out the waning candle
Total darkness all around
It felt cold, in bed I snuggled
Heard the thunder’s drawling sound.

It took ages till I drifted 
Into rough and restless sleep
When at once I felt me falling
Down a tunnel deep and steep.

Chilly hands wrapped tight around me
Felt the breathing of a ghost;
In a daze it tugged and led me
To the open ragged coast.

Had no strength or will to struggle
The cold water dragged me down
Uncontrolled the helpless feeling
Of a man about to drown.

Then I woke all of a sudden
And I saw the dawning light
Found myself all wet and sweaty
From the dream I had that night.

So relieved! I felt elated.
What an ugly fright I’d had.
Then I looked and saw beside me 
Soaking seaweed on the bed!!

23rd October 2014
Contest: Ghosts Stories
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Placed: 4th

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Many voices from the past,
Always echoing in my head,
How long can it last,
I thought you were dead.

You always tell me what to do,
So I don't make a mistake,
Somehow you always knew,
How many I could make.

Because once I hurt you,
And you'll never let me forget,
But what can I do,
You're not quite dead yet.

Why won't you leave me alone,
Will you never forgive me,
I wish I could atone,
Please, just let me be.

The hollow echo of your voice,
Will linger on forever,
You've given me no choice,
It'll never stop, ever.

The sound of you used to make me smile,
But now it tortures me,
I will always be in denial,
So an end I'll never see.

Written by: Kelly Deschler

Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me 2" -  themes-gothic/spiritual

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Morning Has Broken - 1

Morning has broken as it has done for many years
Day to day we continue without the fear of fears
Then out of the blue their comes thoughts from long ago
Prophecies of a past, that could halt us humans flow

Tablets scribed in gold, have been uncovered in Peru
For in them they tell of the future, surrounding me and you
We await with fervour in the media, the radio and the t.v.
As I try to get my head around it, and what it means to me

The day that they speak of, it's a little over a year
Do we just laugh if off, or do the sensible in us fear
As I drive through my city, towards this impending day
The street corners start to fill, does panic have it's say

Speakers start to recite, of this doom that welcomes we
I see suicides in escalation, jumpers in front off me
Families leave their homes, for they no not where to go
Panic buying surrounds me, anarchy appears to flow

We now reach December 2012, as we gain on the scribed day
Can it be all that was written, have the ancient had their say
My eyes catch the clock, midnight is awaiting it's strike
It'll be the twenty first of December, are the Mayan scribes right

The minutes pass the hour, everything appears to be normal
Maybe the writes are fables, to them simply formal
To pacify myself, will it be the radio or the t.v.
Sometimes one has to ask oneself, to simply look and see

Visions on the screen appear, many screens my eyes do view
Reports from many countries are brought to me and you
They show events of nature, more fierce than naturally so
Rainfall in arid areas, deserts in metres off snow

The Polar ice caps start cracking, exploding ice in crying break
Mudslides now carry cities, everything caught in their wake
Bangladesh now no longer exists, the Maldives have disappeared
The Mariana Trench now starts to rise, her ridges in rampant rear

A bulletin catches my ears, Yellowstone has started to erupt
Is this what the scribes have warned of, our planet being so abrupt
A rumbling I start to feel, where I stand I feel I move
I'm in tumble across my floor, in fear of their impending prove

My apartment on the only hill, allows through my window to view
A giant fissure slices through my city, for into it, buildings spew
The free ways now broken and torn, many cars in tumbledown
From here I hear the screaming voices, I'm deafened by their drown

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The Mirrors Spoke

The fear of her looks
Became thorns in her side
Her images were shattered
Because the mirrors decide

This beautiful girl
Who sees a different face
She hears the world laughing
No matter where she is in place

In her bedroom at home
She faces her demons alone
Unknown to her family
For years she has roamed

In her dreams one night
She receives her wish
Surrounded by mirrors
She cuts her wrists

Because the fear of her looks
Had penetrated so deep inside
This beautiful girl
Who now, no longer resides

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I Wasn't Alone

There on that bench, here in this park
Was where I met God, alone in the dark.
He wasn’t adorned with riches galore.
He was a pauper man, not needing more.

He sat with me then, as I was so scared.
Just eight years old, and I got lost at the fair.
Separated from family, didn’t know where to go
I sat on the bench and waited there so.

Along came this man, scared of him I was
Until he sat next to me, I lost fear because
He spoke with a tone and offered a hand,
A sign to me that he would understand.

I told him my story. He said not to fear.
He’d stay with me until family was near.
I felt reassured and safe as could be.
His warm soft voice, it blanketed me.

Then in the distance, my dad had appeared.
He was right all along, I had nothing to fear.
My dad came up crying and hugged me so tight.
I then turned to that man to wish him goodnight.

He was there on the bench, I knew it for sure.
When I turned my head, he wasn’t there anymore.
I looked at my dad and told him of my tale
He smiled back at me and fell awfully pale.

He said, “Son when you need him, God does appear.
It’s not very strange that He was right here.
He serves and protects and loves us all much.
I believe He was here and gave you His touch.”

I was amazed at those words that my father said.
I couldn’t wait to go home and pray at my bed.
“Dear God up in the Heaven, I thank you, I do.
You sent me a savior and that savior was You.

You reached to this child, protected this night.
You offered him hope and provided light.
You took away his fear and made him feel warm.
Mostly, Dear God, you kept him from harm.

Thank you.”

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A Prayer of a Footballer

O Lord! Thou art my Coach
I shall never be defeated
 Strengthen me for this game
As I humble call on your name 

Invigorate my heart, mind and body
When I fall, pick me up and energize me
Grant me the tenacity to win every ball
And courage to stand whatever befall

Yea, though my opponents frighten me
Like roaring Lions out of their den
My great Coach always inspires me
Your pep talk! Your word! Uplifts me

Though fear and despair bites me
Like venomous snakes out of the shadow
My Lord is with me everywhere I go
You prepare a strategy to defeat my foe

When the final whistle is blown
And the team heads to the dressing room
May my Lord, the great Coach when He calls my name
Say “Gideon! You played like a Lion, you played the game” 

And surely victory, glory and goodness 
Will hunt me all the days of my life
And I shall look up to my Coach forever
Walking with me now and ever!

The Poet Preacher © 2014

Ps 18:39 My Coach has fortified me with strength [energy, power, strategy, capability] for the battle [big game, contest, combat]: He has subdued [vanquished, beaten, massacred, overpowered] my opponents.

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Night Of The Living Dead

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!"

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You Know Something Is There

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.

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Aboard The Titanic

Today I am about to embark on a journey
that I have waited for, for so long,
they say that this one is the safest ship
were nothing could ever go wrong.

As I stare down at the crowd, I think,
here I am, traveling on the R.M.S. Titanic,
this is the most exciting day of my life
and yet I feel a sense of anxiety and panic.

I calm myself by breathing in April's fresh air
and the sea's waves begin to roll and rock,
I close my eyes and feel the warm sunshine
as the ship finally departs from the dock.

Even though I'm not a first class passenger
I admire the grandeur of the White Star Line,
my few luxuries and the kindness shown to me
are enough to warm this heart of mine.

For Carolyn Devonshire's Past Lives Contest

I'm very interested in learning about the Titanic, but sometimes when I look at a
picture of the ship, I get this tremendous feeling of dread and fear. So much so,
that I cannot look at the photo any longer. I don't know where my fear of this
ship comes from. I have never been on a cruise or had any kind of traumatic
experience on a ship. Sometimes, I think that I may have been on the Titanic
in my past life. I don't know if I would have survived or not.

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(Let us do whatever we can to stop it!)

As the clock of war is ticking
Broader the smiles of death become
Cause the untimely passing away of souls is thinking
Onto the oblivion’s horrific land!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   02 SEPTEMBER 2013 

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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.

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Aboard The Titanic - Part 2

I stood alone on the ship's deck all afternoon
just to watch the sun sinking low on the sea,
the Atlantic ocean is so calm this evening
but, that old feeling of dread still bothers me.

I slowly exhale to calm myself once again
and my breath comes out in a white mist,
the air is slowly turning cold and frigid now
as the night's darkness pulls me into it's own abyss.

There is nothing that I can see out there now
except clear-white burgs of ice in the distance,
another odd feeling hits me that I cannot deny
but, how could ice play a role in my existence?

The sun's rising on April 15th will warm me
and I will escape this feeling of an early fate,
my entire body shudders for the very last time
as the sounds of breaking ice and bending iron reverberate.

This poem was inspired by Paul Callus, who suggested that a sequel
to my poem, "Aboard The Titanic", might make for an interesting read.

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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."

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Never Erased

Eternal faith;
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
Never erased.

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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!

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Not The Same Without You

It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.

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Follow your heart

You've heard it said... "follow your heart"
For relentless desire bleeds for craven want
Yet when indecision weighs on life's many parts
Those opposed abandon not incessant haunt 

Pin pricked light shines brighter 
Through onyx colored scene
Weakness revealed when life is darkest
Specks of defect in the fortress of our need

Ones heart can be a complexity
An up hill struggle when obscurity feels blind
A quandary of perception in a house of mirrors
Reflections twisted by perplexities of the mind

Follow your heart yes live your dreams
Leave not your mind unreasoned
To walk the path less traveled leaves
A consequence of actions completed 

So it is with indecision 
To scale the weight of what's to come
When precious life hangs trembling in the balance
A calculated measure of the hearts true sum

Can we really overthink those choices we make
For somewhere every road has an end
Rugged or velvety destinations take root
And blossom where choices were stemmed 

I've heard of double minded fools
Tossed like waves in the sea
Perhaps it's simply this woman's folly
To think it couldn't happen to me

Oh to measure the value of dreams
Which to follow or leave for not
Simplicity frowns on passions extremes 
Such answers must be skillfully wrought

I pray that with my every tomorrow 
I'll be wiser than today
Knowing when it's time to seek the dream
And patient if I must wait

For now I wish but only
To know my own heart in truth
And weigh the scales of value correctly
Then follow with greater wisdom when in naivety's youth

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Oh Great And Powerful Future

Oh great and powerful future
What will you do with our past?
We’ve labored over the years
To make sure our photos last.

Having filed hundreds in books
Where they’re somewhat organized
By event, by year, but by god
When we’re gone, will they still be prized?

Oh great and powerful future
I know I’m a simple man,
Without powers of prophesy
My life has a limited span.

But please remember these photos
Or if not, why do we save.
Can’t a record of memories
Have a future beyond the grave?

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Dark Lullaby

Go to sleep little child;
Close your eyes and shut them tight,
For we do not know if day will break
And be swallowed up by night.

But for now, worry not, my dear;
The dark's not as bad as it seems.
Though darkness looms over the future,
You can still escape into your dreams.

Lie still my darling baby;
Breathe calmly and breathe slow
Enjoy the quiet of the tranquil night
And the moon's hypnotic glow.

Worry not about the closet
Or the things under your bed;
Escape into Dreamland, my dear,
Safe from all the things you dread.

And if tomorrow fails in coming,
At least you will not be here;
Fly away my child, to the Land of Dreams...

Or be consumed by your fears.

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Whats Your Fear

The fear of my heart stopping, when I first say hello.
But worse would be if yours stopped, what a way to go
The fear of not seeing you after all of this long time
That fear is the greatest, that would surely be a crime

The fear of you not liking me, I’m a disillusionment
A fear of you finding, I was not from heaven sent.
A fear of something happening to stop me meeting you
A fear of all these things, what would I now do?

The biggest fear of all would be liking you too much
What would I do then, if sparks flew when our hands touch.
The fears they are just growing to proportions that are phobic
Perhaps I should concentrate on certain things more aerobic.

Deep breaths in to calm the heart, reduce the blood pressure too
And rubber gloves to catch the sparks, if I ever do meet you.
They say face your fears to cure them, that’s what I intend to do
Looking forward to that day whenever I meet you...
© ~GG~2?11/2102

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Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.

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Fear The Night

Darkness steals the day’s fading sunlight
as the moon opens his bright eye above.
Stars begin to spray the ebony night  
that grips the still earth like a glove.

Streetlight burns through curtained window 
casting shadows along my painted wall.
Exhausted eyes commence to grow
but laggard body tends to stall.

Body at last yields to cool sheets
as exhausted mind transcends overhead. 
Eventually vigor within depletes
feeling as though I’m living... dead.

Springs beneath start to creek and move
as strong weight engulfs a motionless stiff.
Core sinks deep into mattress groove
as eyes search for something to biff.

Time lapses; frozen body fights to free
resisting an opposing force unknown.
Managed to scream let me be, let me be
before drifting off to sleep on my own.


Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey

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I saw you in my dream.
So I wanna scream.
'Cause you stuck like a scar.
And now you're so far.

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For I Had Lied

Dada was everything to our youth
Our wide faculty was his help
Our recognition was his sooth
Nobody does it than his rep

Many youth he carried up there
Without seeking any penny
Many services he rendered
For free. All of which we did see 

He was not a king or a prince
Perhaps he was just a God sent
To his community, king and prince...
He begot not but was begot

Mindful of his predicament
But dare not showed it on earth
Till that Friday night he drove out
Of town and took to a scar oath

The next hour we heard he had died
And left us belated letter
"Don't cry for me, for I had lied.
...I'll die now before later"

*cry for...: Mourn


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Darkness lies in silence, an ethereal stillness therein,
A wave of fear flows through you, you start to shiver within;
Your heart it beats so crazy, you cannot stop it from its fright,
From all the things imagined, that might go bump in the night.

So you start to wonder, is it just your imagination running wild? 
Then you hear a twig snap, and you revert back to a child;
all the fear within you, escalates beyond your control,
and so you start to run, yet it seems you run so slow!

All the while behind you, something's on your trail,
You lumber on in the madness, of your own created hell;
Every branch on every tree, seems to come to life,
They reach for you with bony fingers, into your soul they slice!

Suddenly the day breaks, the darkness fades away,
You see the trees for what they are, as their branches gently sway;
Then you laugh at yourself, for all the fright you felt,
As you follow the path before you, and your fear begins to melt!

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The Brick Path

Down the torturous path lies a brick path It’s dismal, with only the moon for guide It’s not possible to walk without fear All you want to do is go run and hide The darkness eats you up thus bringing tears Pain is, suffice to say, sure terrible You walk onward, slowly as not to scare Just a little wind would hurt horrible You then make it to the end of the path You start to jump for some pure excitement And the wind stirs the trees frightening you You run to your house with bewilderment You sit in your house, breathing heavily Knowing you made it through the devil’s path Where evil resides, looks for anyone But you escaped the devil’s hurtful wrath
Russell Sivey

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What is Love

Bending with the wind,
     Burning under the sun
Sitting in the breezes
    The rain drops on everyone.
We are like the grass,
    That rustles in the breeze
Then when love hits us
     Who is it we please?

When those little arrows
     Find a pathway to your heart
What do we do about them?
     Where is it that we start?

The raindrops fall, but when in love
     They are like kisses falling down
When the sun is beating on us 
     We can just wear love like a crown

When the lighting strikes 
    And fear comes knocking at the door
Love is there to shield us 
     Then fear can get to us no more

Love is all encompassing
     Love is what we need
When that love arrows strikes home 
     It also plants a little seed.

The seed of love that’s nurtured
     It grows no matter what we do
There is no protection
    To stop love from hitting you

Open your hand and open your heart
    Don’t duck and dive in fear
If love comes flying on cupids dart
    Grab hold and keep it near

Love is what will pull us through
    Love of all and each other
But to the special one that loves us so
    Remember not to smother

There are so many types of love
    From agape to romantic
Just make sure of the love you have
     Try not to force it or become frantic.

Love will find its way
    Through history this we know
So to all you lovers out there
    It’s time to send kisses to your beau. xx
© 4//02/2013 ~GG~

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All time and effort lay, all that's best prayed
My one last say to be at last safe and paid
Though I got strayed and had been left to right swayed
All that's best prayed, all time and effort lay

Outcasted without trial, dismissed with deep vile
Grins taste of bile, nerves a fluttering volt of riles
No one to take hold with those futile ill revile
Dismissed with deep vile, outcasted without trial

They kiss without goodbye to free one last sigh
Forgiveness: legion of solitude, don't defy
Careful to tell not a lie, speaking with mind's eye
To free one last sigh, they kiss without goodbye

A hot stupid pride, a dip to cool in a tide
With turbulence, I still stride and take the ride
Indefinite guide, even nebulous hide
A dip to cool in a tide, a hot stupid pride

Too scared to give a try, too scared of break and cry
Bended knee, juiceless but I don't like to die
Tumbling to reach solely the wide ocean sky
Too scared of break and cry, too scared to give a try

(c) Olive Eloisa
2:15 am
June 02, 2014

Contest Name: Scary Moments
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
5th place, to God be the greatest glory!!

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Video Games

Video Games
My children were reared on video games
Not my choice I know, but I take the blame 
The hours they spent on a computer screen
Sent spears through my heart and caused me to scream

A necessary evil, my husband did say
They can learn from these things that they want to play...
How can that be, its nothing but blood and gore
His answer, I don’t know what you are looking at but try it some more

The games that they played were frivolous and fun
Not the one that I heard of that annihilate everyone.
No that came as the boys grew in their understanding
And hid them away in the blanket box on the landing.

By now though our boys are well rounded men
When road kill is on the road they won’t look at them
They are sissy’s with blood of any and all kind 
They know the difference in a game and real human kind.

They have mastered parts of foreign languages
By playing on line with all races and ages.
Their knowledge is far more than they learnt in school
So I am not so afraid now of technologies new tools
© ~GG~ 28/09/2012

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Behind this door

I found something
Closely hidden
Behind a door
That says; forbidden

Behind this door
A room full of mystery
Unknown desires
Ready to become history 

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Future Shock

Future Shock
Scheming together years ago, before the weekly executions,
dreaming of days we'd lift the fog of ignorance from the masses
and paradigms of stagnation shifted with cerebral solutions.
To no avail our heady course in theory only passes.

We knew the day, the hour, the minute how texts would be rewritten.
The generation of our spawn in classes they would read it.
History so enthralling, with learning would they be smitten.
Instead the propaganda beast so ravenous and we must feed it.

The old men while away their time with tales of a foiled coupe,
and students smile and avert their stare, it's better to be a number.
The One he loathes such minions who wish to think or do,
so all the day of arduous labor leads to fitful slumber.

Yes you and I, my loyal friend, matyrs in the making,
outwitting cowards that march us to the death of liberty.
But threats and greed lead to your word finally forsaken.
In brutal death at least my soul will wonder this world free.

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The Shovel

Golgotha seemed no risk to view, As the Place of the Skull beckoned anew. My heart hammered for I saw no escape From the man with a shovel and tattered cape. His shovel waved, as if to attack, And he gave the ground a wicked whack. He shoveled some dirt and filled a hole, Then I recalled the story told. After the Crucifixion, like one possessed, To fill every hole was this man’s quest. He said, “I caused His death, to my shame. The hole for the cross was my blame!” I replied, “Sir, he died for you and me, To fill holes in our lives, don’t you see?” As he stood weeping, his mind in shock, I said, “Sir, we need to talk.”

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 It may be the common one, but they still scare the be-jeepers out of me.
I can’t sit in a room where - I think a spider may be.
I often see their footprints where they’ve walked across the floor
And when they take their boots off you won’t see me about no more.

They say kill a spider is to save a thousand flies
That a load of rubbish I hope you realise…
Remove a spider you remove the fear, flies are just a pest
They don’t have great gnashing teeth nor do they have 8 legs,

My spider senses tingle, my radar fixes on
I know when a spider is about even if-you can’t see one
They wander round in great big boots as if they own the place
All I can do is scream and run with a pillow over my face

I need a man to get them and chase them out each day
My blood pressure can’t take the strain, I nearly faint away
So if you’re not scared of spiders you are the man for me
Just come right in on your white horse and chase them out so gallantly...

~GG~ 4/09/2012

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Wrongful Imprisonment

Here I live in darkness
Dreadful fright and fear
Kept from all my fam'ly
And friends that once were near

Why am I imprisoned
What has been my wrong?
Why this dreadful sorrow
Instead of happy song?

Naught has been my trespass
Innocent am I
Robbed of all life's goodness
Condemned in jail to die

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Fatality Of Fear

How fatal when we let fear win
We destroy what we could have been
God's plan no more for we're in sin
But Jesus is here and Love's gonna win!

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Sorry, But

He is there again, the Cardboard Man.
I’ll drive away as fast as I can,
Or maybe I’ll throw him a single buck.
If I’m out of change, he’s out of luck.

He says that he will work for food.
I’d take his challenge if I could,
But I fear that this could be a scam.
He could be a convict on the lam.

His sign says he’s a homeless vet.
Surely there’s help that he can get.
One who deserves our admiration
Should not be abandoned by his nation.

I carefully avert my face
As I wish he’d find another place
To display his misery and woe.
I have my own tough row to hoe.

How much can one lone woman do?
My cash is short, resources few.
In fear and shame, I drive away.
May he live to beg another day.

Written 10/22/11

A no. 3

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Memories Beyond The Door

Can it be? After all this time?
In my dream I float through a home.
Here, where I left my soul without a shrine in grime.
This corridor... my heart turns to stone.

My feet won't turn around
nor will they stop at my bid.
My mind conforms to chaos, yet my body is sound.
I seem to be in some monotonous state of allure so timid.

The darkness illuminates the sorrow
of the disintegration I threw away, in vain.
I reach the door I locked years ago
and my panic boils at what I can't face again.

Behind the door would be all I lost.
Everything I left behind not to stagnate.
Now a haunting voice sings to melt the frost
of the decision I made in the countenance of fate.

To my horror I possess the key to the past.
The lock is rusted and welded, to  my relief.
Now I recognise the ghost's song, and joy is engulfed fast...
Memories erupt... I remember... I murdered her in grief...

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Cape Fear

...inspired by BOTH movies!

Cape highway, speeding, the radio full blast,
pitch black with only his headlights to flare
on the pavement, it's slick, for there's been a light shower,
hazardous drive but he doesn't much care.

He's a loner of sorts and he lives with his mother,
a Man of God, goes to church every week;
he's been to the movies to see the new feature,
a drama with action, seductive and sleek.

His name is Joe and he has some issues,
time spent long ago for committing a crime;
the District Attorney, a man named George Sherman,
sent him to prison to serve out his time.

On the road up ahead he eyeballs a pedestrian,
a young teenage girl and she's thumbing a ride;
his vehicle's a mess, it's just base transportation,
she'd better not mind the condition inside.

It's OK , she knows him, it's Joe from the diner,
(he cannot believe that he's having such luck!)
for it's Lindsay, the daughter of attorney Sherman,
who's sitting beside him curled up in his truck.

She's calm and relaxed, feels protected with Joe now,
sure beats walking around in the rain late at night;
she takes a cig and a swig from his Pepsi
and sits back, it's great, now her home is in sight.

But he takes the access road right of her driveway,
heads into the woods so forbidding and drear.
Joe isn't looking to ensure her safety, 
poor Lindsay, she has every reason to Fear.

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Guilty as sin
Because sin is past tense
The deed has been done
And not far hence

What measure of you now
Have been newly made
To what pleasure did you bow
Where vanity was paid

How shall men see you
For what you have done
Can time someday heal
What was seen by the sun

Or is there someone waiting
Who will remember the truth
Is there someone hating
Who would set your secret loose

Guilt is an emotion
Difficult to explain 
We name those two emotions
Sometimes fear and sometimes shame

Can you desire repentance 
Just for fear of God
Has shame touched your conscious
With feelings that are odd

A soul that runs from justice
Haunted by a past
Always checking your shoulders
Tell the lie told last

Many years may pass
Before the string in your labyrinth is found
Those that matter will find the truth
That your inextricably bound

Will guilt and shame clear your name
Or evil face appear 
When truth and facts finally attach
After so many years

We blame fate for so many things
Especially our human flaws
But still when things really matter
We ignore our own laws

Secrets, we should keep them
For sometimes truth brings death
Because blood is thicker than water
And all that we have left

We may give time all our secrets
And wonder if time will forgive
But time knows all our secrets
And the fateful time to reveal

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I held back when I could have gone forward 
Since I was a child I felt cornered and tortured
And every attempt to change was a bluff, since
On my hands and feet I put the heavy cuffs –
Because of fear

I said ‘yes’ many times when I could have said ‘no’
What my life would have been like I will never know
I remained seated when I could have stood up
I willingly lapped up the poison oozing from my death cup –
Because of fear

I went left when I should have gone right, and 
I shut my eyes when they should have been open wide
I smiled silently when I should have cried, and although 
I have not met my death yet, many times I died –
Because of fear

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I am but human
I began to live when life created me
I live to love, I live to hate
I live in pain, I live to gain

I am but human
I am good and bad
I am sane and mad
I live in fear, I live to dare

I am but human
I am bond but free
I am healthy but sick
I live so poor, I live in wealth

I am but human
I am judged by me and judged by all
I live to give, I live to hoard
I live in despair, I live for hope

I am but human
The good, the bad; I live to see
They come and go, wolves like sheep
Light and darkness, they co-exist

I am but human
Life is cruel, humanity is mean
Perfect is God, human is me
I bruise, I cruise and life goes on

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Surround by snow covered mountains
Glitter in the sun as if sprinkled with diamonds
A beauty worth seeing at least once in a lifetime
Takes you to a place of peace or even a slice of heaven

But that beauty is deceiving
Upon your beautiful landscape Mr Taliban awaits
Nightly raids of incoming incoming, horns blaring
Awoken heart racing, trying to remember your steps through fear and confusion

Two A.M. and I sit here shivering
Fully geared in my pajamas and military TA50
The cold of the snow seeps through my shoes
For in my haste I forgot my socks

I looked around at my fellow Americans
Ranging in ages from twenties and above
The man to my left could be my grandpa friend
And I wonder is this the night that I meet my maker

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Halloween Dare

I found a trail, one of lit pumpkins here Which is leading up to the haunted house I followed them as I am truly dared Then rain started to fall, quite a good douse Just then a werewolf howled in the darkness While the full moon is unblocked by the clouds I make it to the porch, there’s no kindness Claps and bangs from inside are all aloud Lightning flashes showing a great dead tree On the dark side yard of this fearful place There are seeming loud whispers wanting me When I turned around there’s a fearful face I run, as fast as I can, through the yard Looking over my shoulder as I do I then trip over some wood that is charred And fall in a grave with a ghostly boo I try to get out, screaming as I try Fearfully knowing I might be stuck there And I find some roots that gets me out high Avoiding headstones now, I left my dare
Russell Sivey

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In the span of a moment

In the span of a moment
A word of caution
Destiny alters
Those fragile components

In a moment a seed 
Comes forth to fruition
Or it dies with no one to grieve
No pause nor slight intermission

In the span of a moment 
Fate awakens 
Mysteries that seemed unimportant
Ones that had rested perfectly dormant

In the grand scheme of life
Those moments seem trivial
A roll of the dice 
But they are really indivisible 

For the human condition 
Is fragile at best
On guard to vague contradiction
In the constant it heeds it's rest

In a moment you can catch
The gleam of an eye
A flash of anger subdued
Or a clarity replaced by confused

The tiniest speck of time
To a life interrupted
Forever can find
A heart too corrupted

To trust in another
Or even ones self
Much more when those moments
Cluster and swell

In an instant your eyes
Can behold perfection
In the passing of time
Reveals a cruel deception

Moment by moment
We fall or we stand
Trying to control every component
Its like holding sand castles with only your hands

Yesterday everything seemed perfectly right
Today my love, he went away
Like ocean waves when tides crest high
The mornings new landscape gives way

I cry with every forsaken moment
The moments by my side he's not here
I've already endured the many moments
All those that turned into years

At times I want to go back
To what was before I met him
The level of empty contained in the past
Was fuller than his presence rescinded 

There is no exaggeration 
That without him I cannot breathe
In this lies the danger
When he became the fabric of me

My true love I gave only
to one other this way
He held it long after he passed away
In truth it paled if portrayed

In moments such as these
I want to scream
No matter to whom be displeased
Cross valley and mountain it's rivers and streams

How long my darling
how many more moments
For something so right
To feel so wrong so alone

For what is lonelier 
Than a moment alone
A timepiece which knows no hour
In the span of a moment unknown



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Not Afraid of the Dark

It’s improper to say 
“I’m afraid of the dark,”
For it’s not the darkness you fear,
Rather, it’s the creatures within,
They come when the darkness is here.
But political correctness matters little
When running from fears of the night.
Stay inside; heed my words:
Turn on all the lights.

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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.

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Math can be confusing,
With numbers, equations, and more
Hard to understand,
Try to break it down to the core

When there is no where to turn,
You wonder, does math involve lore?
Probably not, but it's worth a try,
Since the stress makes you sweat through pores

Math can be confusing,
With numbers, equations, and more
Hard to understand,
Try to break it down to the core

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In imagined corners of her darkened room
My child sensed  insensible terror
And her fear conjured danger and gloom
Since she knew not of her error :

For fear is the only darkness  -
So we set about befriending the black
And understanding the starkness
Of mere  light’s  lack

With stories and tales of a burrowing  rabbit
And other creatures feathered and furred
Who live in the dark out of habit,
Singing the songs of the sightless bird

Or  of  dwarfs toiling in a black mine
Deep down in the pitch
Looking for gold and diamonds fine 
And not even seeing which is which 

These leaps of her mind 
Were the start of the light
Which helped her conjure and find
Imagined friends on the darkest night.

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The Government's Poor

The Government's poor depressing me.
Depressing me with looks.
Their lack of spirit just angers me.
My happiness gone to crooks.

They're vagrants at the corner stop
with cardboard signs in hand.
And begging for my money saved
that I'm more shamed than grand.

The government's pets surrounding me
on leashes made of shame.
When passing me out on the street
have made me feel some blame.

They're bumming things from everyone
and never seem to rest.
And still I'm saying no to them:
to every governed pest.

They're gathered 'round the city shelters.
Huddled into groups.
Confused as to just where to stand:
desperate longing snoops.

They're smiling with their wretched teeth.
Neglected broken smiles.
They haunt me like it's Halloween
and dare me with their guile.

I brace myself for more to come:
the government's poor collection.
In truth I must concede to them
as government forced inflection.

Now, I myself can see in them
the need for preservation
To keep the price of housing down
and save from reservation.

But truly; I can speak my mind
and make my money count.
While government's poor are scaring me
and I as soon surmount.

By chance I swear to knowing them:
my soul a governed roam.
That one day I'll redeem in them
the poor that I call home.

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Daily Despair

another day seeps down the drain,
I cannot find the leak.
what am I if not insane?
my thoughts too dark to speak.

the daily flogging of my spirit
is more than most could bear.
my fate reveals that I should fear it,
yet it's jaws cannot ensnare

my mind and will are still my own,
despite the efforts of big brother.
the path less traveled I'll take alone
only to find there are always others

who dare traverse the same dark trail
and challenge the righteous rank
whose morality is a living hell
for those who choose to think.

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I Don't Know What To Do With My Life

When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.

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There we were, four in the same place
where the only thing one could do was pace
you could pray from morning until night
four men surrounded by fright

to the left was a hard right to the chin
to the right was a man about to remove your grin
straight across was a threat we all ignored
but he was, for a good reason, called “The Lord”

he wasn't the son of man or born of a virgin birth
but everyone knew to respect this man who seemed to own the earth
it was four against fear and fear was winning
four in the same place because four had been caught sinning

it was a quiet summer afternoon with nothing to do
then we had a brilliant idea that came out of the blue
alas, we were all four of us were charged with the same thing for defying the law
because what junkie can resist robbing a mom and pop convenience store?
     © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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Three Haunted Houses

Everyone’s heard about the three houses That reside at the end of the dark street Seems just candles are ever lit inside And shadows wander all about this beat There is always some sort of ghoulish sounds Coming from the confines of this building Ghosts are said to come rampaging the street During all hours of the night, house stalking It is said the residents of these homes All committed vile suicide one night Halloween night, done in a ritual So they may live always and scare with fright Ghosts of their long past, they may kill at will Thus all the residents of the street fear The group of evil beings that just prowl On Halloween nights, their souls do appear The neighbors all leave on Halloween night For they know the ghosts will kill them all there In their sleep or even awake they’ll strike All the lights are out this night of terror But they can be heard at any distance Their voices of anger and pain exist Only by the next morning is it safe Evil has subsided leaving a mist
Russell Sivey

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Keepers of THE MAN CAVE

Keepers of the "Man Cave"
A revelation dawned today
I've seen the refuge built
Where the boy in a man be saved

Sandbox space with trucks arrayed
Standing guard your sacred forts 
Battles wars and raids dissuade 
Your hearts from changing their course

Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Protectors of cyber space
Guarding testosterone sanctuaries 
This teenage "sacred place"

Slaying your dragons on congenial battleground 
Plastic guns hunt the miles cross hemispheres 
Where the sound of "what the hell" resound
Joyfully filling the hours of your years

Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Fantasy football and Game Day paraphernalia 
Seduction and booze hanging on your walls
Left women thinking it was life dysplasia 

When in truth it's not that at all
The weight you carry O'the strain of man
Under constant burdens fearful you'll f
When In the joy of being boys you could stand

Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Filled with reminders to be young
Hotties looking desirously toward you 
Your reprieve from things still undone

Some of us know and even understand
Your right to the "Man Cave" anomaly
And the necessity for which it stands
The place to bear up under all life demands

Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Your work it never ends
And on YOU your family relies 
Your eyes and shoulders shrouded in strength 
But it's a long row to hoe for you guys

So when the weary comes to patronize
Let the boy in you have his day
It's a right of passage signified
A man can stand if he's given to play

Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Keep guard against perilous fight
For that boy in you keeps our man tender
And in your arms all our world is right

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Warning Signs

The bank sign blinks its message late at night, 
two types of information for the indolent, 
the traffic light is cycling, though there's not a car in sight, 
alarm clocks disinter the drugged and somnolent. 

Newspaper delivery is the only game in town, 
'til early morning merchants raise their blinds, 
dogs are let out, leashed, and led to do what they must do, 
first shoppers disregard the warning signs. 

Men in trenchcoats congregate on corners, 
they speak into their sleeves in muffled tones, 
in grey fedoras, all dressed up for secrecy and stealth; 
they question early birds about their loans, 

political affiliations, clubs, and weapons owned, 
they formulate a blueprint of your life; 
what you thought was private isn't private any more, 
they follow you, ask questions of your wife. 

Two weeks ago John Dixon disappeared without a trace, 
the authorities had nothing to declare, 
Jim Dean and Charlie Watson were imprisoned in disgrace, 
their families are shocked and in despair. 

The net is growing wider and the fear is closing in, 
what happened to the notion that we're free? 
their numbers are increasing and the hour is getting late, 
yesterday at ten they came for me.

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The Unknown Demon of Halloween

Writhing, wriggly slimy maggots

weaving through her hair,

her black heart  the embodiment

of repulsion and despair

A malevolent wicked demon, 

many tales do foretell,

she’ll ravenously stalk you Halloween night

and drag you down to hell.

No-one knows her identity

but surrendering to fear,

most turn off lights and keep doors locked

when Halloween is near.

The blood of fresh kill gushes

as she’s feasting on her quest,

she’ll devour your brain, pick your bones

and throw away the rest.


She’s diabolically deceptive

her look she will disguise

this vicious, raging  evil will

paralyze you with her eyes.

So when venturing out on Halloween

Best keep her in mind

beware, take care... you never know

what mask she hides behind!


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Give up - The Ghost

Bidding tearful adieu,
I sat on his grave,
And his spirit stood beside me,
Consoling me to return home.

As I opened eyes to my conscious ,
Ghosts encircled me in black attire,
Their orange faces wore a smile,
Greeted with shriek sounds they proffered.

No life to be seen in full moon,
Not even as dark clouds passed by,
Palpitations that anyone could hear,
Chest went airless for a minute, 

Eyes were dry and reflexes dampened,
Shiver that followed down the spine.
Scare of dying never before,
Traversed my nerves to a faint,

Darkness all over and silence of a mourn,
I found him standing next to me,
Both breathing into the same air,
That was a farewell to my life !!

New for Contest- Everything Halloween 
Written on 22/10/13

Old for contest on theme- gothic and romantic both

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from antiquity of the Peruvian Inca mountains
'til today's unsheathed bladed Java buttons clicking
the numbers add up to incessant discounting counting
to sacrifice our own graven image sown sickening

if she floats - she's a witch and frankly must die
if she sinks, well, obviously she's sufficiently pious
when down on the bottom, we can't hear her cries
of sacrifice, still, very little can get by us

filed and defiled is all the better all the while
as the former digits click off of our palms
fingers and toes, complete legs fall away, as do 
whole heads mounting kill count without qualms

virgin girls, citizen children, soldiers of play
their sacrifice is for civilization after all
us, uh, i mean the gods, won't have it any other way
they must have their place on our wailing wall

the altar so sacred, so blood red royal
C-4 strapped around plain white-robed torso
from handlers who assure they have the will of God
sending heavenward, pink clouded supplication - more so

for the sacrifice of the body than of the soul
robed theocratic surgeons who cut off our noses
in a perceived attempt to maintain their control
of those around them that might be opposed to

notions that they need not explain themselves,
or that God demands carnage for reasons unknown,
that their actions should beget peace in our time
that they shan't pick up, to cast, the first stone

that we all could be better humans I suppose
if we sacrificed our pride, instead of our fear
if we worked hard not to be taken for a ride by
admitting things aren't what they might first appear

dunno, but if there is a god for us to pray to
then maybe we could pray to not be preyed upon
and sacrificed for that bloody old world view
time to cook up some whorled peas - and move on

© Goode Guy 2012-08-02

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Fading Anguish

Forced down onto the thick mud
the stench of this rotten blood
Determined for this to be surreal
My fate would change if it were real

My life begins anew In my head
From the time mother put me to bed
Father took me to my first Yankee’s game
Where I was inspired by their fame

To keep the kids soundly in bed
My blood, I fear, I must shed
Not knowing whether I would live or die
the anguish is consuming my thigh

The pain is slowly dying out
my destiny is nothing but a doubt
Laying on the red infested loam
Guadalcanal, you are my last home.

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A Living Paradox

My life a living paradox
a face for all to see…
A total fabrication of
who lives inside of me…

An image crafted carefully
perfected over time…
A stealthy preservation for 
this tender heart of mine…

The dreadful insecurity
a mask that hides my fears…
I've juggle two identities
for far too many years

It’s time for me to walk out from
behind the hidden veil…
To give it everything I have
no matter if I fail…

All Rights Reserved J. Arno 2014

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Adoration's Price

Of lavish love the poets write
to whom their love bestow
But what of love 
and what it's like
to be the one who is adored?

I've known this staggered heart
an adoration one yields divine
and of this sacred sacrament took part
then retreated from its faith like mine

Once, before illusions of protection
veiled by confident speech
crumbled wholly thou innocent projection
of the visions it had seen

Showered with waters sweetened earnest
till it's naked wells drank tears like rain
yet the soul of the one who's heart was burnished
now reflected fear that must flee all impression of pain

An object of worship at the core
'twas meant for The Lord on high
of men and angels a gift explored
for the imperfect begs the question of why?

And yet once loved with adoration
furnished with a reverence meant for God
what hope remains to know raptures imitation 
but for the masquerade of a clever facade?

Perhaps this explains why poets express 
extravagant love only given
such devotion transgress's the love it profess's
and this prison is a high price for the wisdom

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Red Lights


With one last sip, she starts to slip
her mind is gone, she's lost her grip.
An image came she'll not forget
of hellish anquish in a pit.

She drifted back to childhood years
when she would often play in tears -
her brother's pranks that stranded her
on creekbed rocks,  became a blur.

Still farther back in mem'ry past
she saw herself as sinking fast
into a tub of pouring rain
afraid of swooshing down the drain.

And now her mind's eye takes its turn
she flags, unable to discern
her left from right nor up from down;
no color left, all things are brown.

Her hearing's next to take a dip
and then her heart begins to skip.
Her cup was laced with lsd
or opiates in poppy tea?

No real harm done, she saw red lights,
and learned a lesson, learned her rights.
Was it just luck she did not flip?
She never took another trip.

Paula Swanson's contest And With a Sip
4th place:  4/30/12

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My Fear

Say their fool you are just a tool
I’m the monkey on your back
From the day you were born
I have cut you no slack

Your deepest fear I’m always here
Just one shot away
To slide that needle into your vein
Spinning the world away

Your wooden beast, I’m your feast
I know you feel my call
I just live here in the shadows
Waiting for you to fall

Write your write trying to fight
What is a part of you
But in the end know my friend
You and I are not through

The hell we aren't, never again. 
I have no idea if a monkey is a 
Wooden beast but after being a
junkie inside and out for over
twenty years this is a fear that 
is a part of my everyday. I praise
God for another day clean. 
Written for Matt's contest, mj

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For the Sake of Birds

Why are only birds blessed with wings,
Those itchy, twitchy, mindless things,
While humans are stuck on the ground
And in machines to fly around?

Perhaps there is a reason for
Our legs (NOT wings) being so sore...
Perhaps there is a reason why
We can not freely roam the sky...

Maybe it's 'cause we drink so much!
Drunken drivers are bad enough.
We'd fly in constant fear and fright
Of drunkards hitting us mid-flight!

With this, I worry of the most
An inconvenience vile and gross.
Imagine if we lived if fright
Of vomit rain on weekend nights!

Maybe it is our flatulence.
So near the ozone, there's a chance
The fast food gases we secrete
Cause global warming to increase!

Maybe it's 'cause we fear great heights,
Or 'cause we'd tangle strings of kites!
Maybe wings would be cumbersome
And block the usage of our arms!


Maybe it's for the sake of birds...
Mankind with wings does seem absurd. 
For even birds need their own space,
And everything must have its place. 

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Natural Disaster

Demolished cities; citizens panic
Liquidation is here; leaders are manic
Casualties increase; hope is diminished
Faith is lost; Life is finished

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Fear Factors

Collect the fears you have in place ,
stare them down face to face ,
take a stand to end duress
or life may breed unhappiness.

Indiscretions have a way,
of stalking you from yesterday,
apologize for each one
then move on, what’s done is done.

If present chaos turns to fear,,
money, family, home, career,
in a world of options, make a change
simplify or re-arrange.

Tomorrow’s outcomes? Just a guess,
plan a future devoid of stress,
what’s yet to be is yet to be
cast fear aside, claim victory.

Psychologically it’s  clear,
the biggest thing to fear is fear.


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Life in General

Did you know?
Life comes at you like a sword
Slashing, Crashing, Thrashing, Slice
Heads t'wards you without a word.

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Demon Cursed House

A young family entered their new home A beautiful house, seemingly a steal Went on sale just weeks before they found it They immediately jumped on this deal Their furniture was already shipped here Waiting for them to move right on inside They never questioned why the price’s so low But they found out who will surely abide Family goes to lay down that first night Looking for a nice quiet, peaceful sleep Right after the couple’s eyes closed they found Sounds scraping and hearing a baby weep The father gets up to check the noises And walks down the hall to the children’s room They were all asleep, but a noise wakes them All of them walk the hallway into doom In front of them a demon walks the floor With a crooked, wry smile on his dark face A noise behind them shows some human ghosts They surely wanted to run from this space The family screams as they close their eyes Then the sounds abruptly vanish near them They look around, the daylight filters in They all are wishing this house to condemn Frantically they get ready to leave As the father is packing his suitcase He notices a photo on the wall Not of his family, it’s an old face When he looked closely fear enveloped him Seems they are the fearful ghosts from last night Demon was the old man in the picture They are still afraid even in the light Surely knowing now why the house’s so cheap They ran fast as they could away from there Never to look back at this evil house Let someone else live with this intense scare
Russell Sivey

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In dreams I go hurtling through the night Snatching at jumbled images of my past Running but always unable to catch up Then falling down, down..awake at last My pillow drenched with perspiration With relief I breath a thankful sigh But there will be no more sleep tonight For the devil might catch me if I try

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The Fortress

This fortress is coming down;
It's been a long time in the making.
This bastion can't hold its own;
All these walls are shaking.

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Love Awaits The Souls

All are we

One half of a soul

Traveling through this life

Once again to be whole


In the heartbeat of another

The rhythm to our rhyme

Long ago, a dance started

Shared again in this time


In their eyes found

Love's light returned

Reflection of the self

Many lessons have been learned


Touch do they deep

Core of all you are

Though separate may you be

No place that far


Feel them can you always

Never far behind

In every breath, every moment

Always on your mind


Find can we many

Ways to block our path

Defined by perceptions

Risk not ego's wrath


Short is our time

In this world spent

Return to your purpose

For which here, you were sent


Follow your passion

Once again, be free

Others opinions matter not

For, your truth cannot they see


Close your eyes, feel the rhythm

Continue does the dance

Love awaits the souls

Willing to take the chance

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Confrontation With Evil - Part II - Fear

Part II - Iambic Tetrameter aabb rhyme

Part II

Concealed in dreams, revealed at dawn,
The dark brings demon things thought strong.
No morbid mood can now contain
Feigned pride residing there in pain.

The dreadful dark of dreams means fear,
As shades and shadows now appear,
In early morning forming light,
Selecting scenes and stealing sight.

No pill can fill the empty will
Consuming and seducing still
All brevity and clarity
Of ones own personality.

To realize reality
Is nothing more than what you see
Inside the prism of your mind,
Confirms the evil there to find.

Each day may start and part in fear
(relief is just belief made clear)
When life's confounded all around
Your ears will hear and fear all sound

From days when all you thought was true
Depended on a vision view
That took the book of facts and claims
And mastered making names and games.

The fear that clears your dreary dreams,
Will float around your moat of schemes
And leave you neat but not alone
As fear is near its final home.

Now so confused, bemused and used
These needy dreams leave you abused.
What light or might or higher sight 
Do dark dreams seem to glean each night?

Now lost inside you cannot hide
Forsaking all your waking pride;
What curst incursion must be made
To take and make you not afraid.

Fear will hover over sorrow,
Reaching, leaching living marrow
Deep within the bin of bone,
This fear will reach but not atone.

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Stubborn Strength

Gritting my teeth
Swing low, swinging high.
I've come too far to break
not again, not this time.

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Confrontation With Evil - Part III - Bin Of Bone

Part III
Iambic Tetrameter
aabb rhyme scheme

Bin Of Bone

The fear that clears your dreary dreams, 
Will float around your moat of schemes 
And leave you neat but not alone 
In terror of your bedside phone. 

So now confused, bemused and used 
This need in dreams leaves you abused 
But bright the light of second sight 
Where truth did glean unto the night. 

Now lost inside you cannot hide 
Forsaking all your waking pride; 
Incursion of a cure now made 
Will take and make you unafraid. 

Fear hovers over cloven sorrow 
Soon to reach and leach out marrow 
From deep within the bin of bone, 
The fear will reach but not atone. 

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Sleepy Sasquatch

Sasquatch; please don't follow me.
Turn away; and go.
Take your shaggy hair away.
You frighten me:  you know.

Please don't growl about me,
stalking me so far.
Try to keep your distance.
I have no wish to spar.

Where have you come from?
Far; from in the bush?
Hiding from us humans:
eating swamp-like mush.

What has brought you out here
circling me from far?
Have I ticked you off,
or where your nestings are?

Here I come to shoot you.
I'll fill you full of lead.
And if it means I kill you
you'll be the proof as dead.

Wake-up sleepy Sasquatch.
I didn't mean to shoot.
I'm sorry that I shot you
and filled you full of soot.

Only now; we know you're real.
Your body final proof.
And when they stuff and mount you
we'll growl at you and woof!

Wake-up sleepy Sasquatch.
Why won't you speak as proof?
Don't make us tease and taunt you.
It's not the same to spoof.

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The Culinary Asylum

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink
All my friends have left me behind.
I know not what I want or what I think
I have a dark and empty mind.

I fled to the outskirts of sanity
And I found I was not alone.
For I’m wont to be just a vanity
On the marbled desert we roam

How can one be sane in an insane world?
It’s much easier than you think.
Just remember that we can all be pearls
Our ever-changing world is pink.

So now I think this predicament is
Not as bizarre as it may seem.
And now I must wish you a good night miss.
Safe travels in this land of dreams.

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Cold as ice ,
she tossed the dice
Knowing where she lay ,
all the sixes came in her way

Violet lips those noticeable blues, 
rosy roman ,important cues
That put on smile no one could miss
fighting that one evil hiss,

For who could curve up that line
when there were others all across in the opposite sign,

Wonder as you may the meaning of these words
but only those superior ones can understand,
those one in a million among their herds..

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Nothing is quite as alarming as white.
It gives an illusion of purity
when it sinisterly scorched away sight.
Leaves existence lost in obscurity.

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Monsters are Real

When darkness falls upon us
After the sun has fled,
The Monster comes a-hunting;
Its hunger must be fed.

It stalks you from the darkness
It lurks beneath your bed
It hides inside your closet and
It is the thing you dread

You may think it's just a sweater
Or your jacket blue and red
You hope the monster isn't real
And just bad dreams instead.

But you can't make it leave you
Despite what Mother said;
Monsters are really real and
They live inside your head.

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                  HUSH, ‘TIS FEAR I HEAR

Yes, I fear
I fear fear 
I fear fear is near
I hear fear’s voice speaking fearfully and fearlessly
I cannot bear fear anymore 
Or the fright that fights its way from the fortitude of night
And wrangles itself from the wrists of darkness 
into the light that languishes in shameful shadows
Because fright often sheds light on the subject of fear
And makes the torment of terror clear
For panic often portends pain
And dread can be found in the most comfortable bed
While horror haunts one’s head
And alarm outweighs the luckiest of lucky charms
While apprehension and tension walk arm in arm
And trepidation trespasses on the truth of solemnity denied
As anxiety becomes a pitiful priority
And phobias forecast a fortress wherein fear hides
And worry scurries into darkened corners of concern
And the edges of a silken fabric are frayed by being afraid
Because I am scared
As the fangs of fear are bared
Yes, I fear
I fear a spear
I fear a tear
And I fear yet another year of fearing fear
                        © 2012…PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~

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Don't Think

Don't really know how to start this
Not every boo-boo will get a kiss
Life is a really fast trip
Don't blink, though some things you want to miss

I skipped graduation, it was no fun
My 'friends', the boys, everyone
Was out to get me, yea I'm the victim
Of the horrors of people and it's just begun

Used to think my greatness shone
Used to think that I wasn't owned
Used to think that I wasn't alone
I thought too much, this was known

Don't really know how to say this
Power is in more than a fist
Control can come from a simple kiss
Influence is something of a gift

We climbed our mountains and slid back down
Through many trials, being pushed around
Only through fear is loneliness found
It's hard by human nature not to be bound

Used to think together fear could be overthrown
Used to think together love could be grown
Used to think together we could be a home
I think too much, this is now known

Don't really know how to show this
Patting and powder won't cure the itch
If only life didn't have so many twists
Even the thought makes the slightest breath hitch

They were propped up by others' work
Never dealing with things that would hurt
Around concepts of action they'd skirt
To them, we are merely dirt

I'll still think they have no more space to grow
I'll still think they don't earn a cent they owe
I'll still think they need to get up and go
I'll be thinking too much, this I will know

Was a girl who couldn't keep in touch
Her mentality pushed oftly rough
Don't think, it hurts too much
Well, at least for me it does


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I ain’t afraid
That’s just the way I was made
simply allow all this madness to fade
when all my final debts have been paid

I ain’t frightened of the unknown
Like what happens to my body and bone
When time and the elements decide what to do
I ain’t afraid of what may go askew

The world can go awry and I won’t ask why
It’s easier to ignore silence than what screams will defy
I don’t fear the final curtain sinking from up high
I don’t even give a sh*t about any final goodbye

I giggle from those who fear the final fire
And those who shy away from a funeral pyre
With one whisper my troubles are made and declared dire
And when I say i'm not afraid of death I’m a god-damned liar
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The Plan

These days my heart pumps slowly 
For fear of faling too fast
It clings to what it desires
And hopes the feeling will last

My spirit has taken a detrimental glide
And I'm free falling on faith alone
I am learning to trust God's will be done
And to live as he would condone

Days are rough and I can't help but think
Of you, your thoughts, your heart
I'm trying to be strong and with God I can
But I've missed you from the start

Little things we've done and the good times
Are all I seem to recall
I know had we done things accordingly
God would have ensured we'd never fall

You have a great heart and gentle spirit
Some recent things I don't understand
But I know it's not up to me to fear it
Because somehow, it's part of God's plan

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Just beyond those tall trees
Lies my father’s humble hut
If we embraces a little speed
We’ll be there without delay

I feel so much weakness inside
I think no more of going further
My legs bleed; I’ve lost much blood
Dying here or there is all the same

Speak no more of death Alluyah
You’re not dying, let’s move on
Lest, they come and meet us here
And we both be killed for this attempt

If we did not, what we have done
Would we not have been killed the same?
Do I now fear death for making a move
And following the lead of my own heart?

I do not wish that you sit and speak
But walk and cover some distance at least
That’ll take us farther than closer to them
That we together may rescue the rest

Go ahead; I don’t think I still can
If indeed I close my eyes in death
Make sure from here, you leave and live
That you may tell the story to all

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The Weight of Angel Wings

The Weight of Angel Wings By Rick Rucker Whenever I see you, Strange things happen, not a clue About how they could be, Far too magical to see! When you walk down the street, All the songbirds choose to tweet, Could this be merely random, Or a case of rabid fandom? Could my judgment be that clouded, As my heart is way too crowded, With the exploits of your spirit The darkness you traverse, though you don't fear it! You're amazing, through and through, Your tales of accomplishments are true You told me secret things, Like the weight of Angel's wings! I'm sort of sorry that you're now mortal, But now you can show us all The Portal To a blessed, brighter day, In your own inimitable way! To those of us that could never fly, Can see only the underside of the sky The Laws of Reason are quite formal All of these things seem quite normal. To a being not often earthly bound It must be torture on the ground. Dealing with petty troubles Most of which are less than bubbles On the winds of Divine Reason To Whom, all of time, is as a season. Our skirmishes, quite base Seem to jeopardize our race We are rushing ever faster, Toward what appears to be disaster, Unless compassion is soon felt, Our whole planet will we melt? A burning question all this begs: Don't we all have arms and legs, “Us versus Them” seems to resonate in our brain “Wipe out the others,” a far too common refrain! Could this be our human Fate To crawl around, in fear and hate? Will there be a time here soon, When we won't fight over THE MOON? Or some other place That brings us all disgrace? Wouldn't it be very nice To recreate PARADISE? To do it, we need a Vision True Held by one just like you That must be why you were sent here To free us all from Hate and Fear! Can you do it, despite the lack Of your wings, will they grow back? Or are you to be a GUIDE, Not in the conflict, but on the side? Please forgive the silly questions If you would but give me suggestions How to deal with one like you, A Heavenly Wonder, an Angel true!

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Jeffrey, Interrupted

You picked a path when met with fork
And trod it bare so oft you walked
Into a tunnel so wretched and corrupted 
You slipped away, Jeffrey interrupted

Wednesday’s child is full of woe
But my May child has far to go
A decade times two your sacrifice
Fool’s gold for that roll of dice

Your values anorexic, almost starved to death
In the winter of your soul I cannot see your breath
Countless earnest declarations to all that you are well
But still you keep on walking through the raging gates of hell

Mephistopheles offered you a bargain so appealing
It mattered not to you to know that he’d be double-dealing
His sly smile belied the fingers crossed behind his crooked tail
You’re at a losing table, out of chips, and you’re no whale

Your dreams were long forgotten, and sadly never stoked
If I hadn’t watched this happen I would have thought it a sick joke
Something else seduced you and it surely did beguile
Enough to make you believe that your life was not worthwhile

You saw yourself in visions, amber glass contained your poison
False idols tempt with silent gestures - like a sailor lured by sirens
You go through good intentions like a sieve, like sand through glass
Earnest promises, years gone by, crises survived, but more forecast

For years I have done so many things to save you from yourself, my Jeff
I’ve run out of ideas to keep you whole, I’ve really nothing left
Like any loving mother I do not wish to see you in a tomb
And if I could, I would place you back into the safety of my womb

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What effects of Anger in our soul

Anger begets in our souls impatience
And too often habit of cursing

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I was trudging with deep thirst amid scorching sand dunes,
when suddenly the desert wind
hurled me against an ancient tomb;
and as the swivel door swiftly opened, my fear increased.

What was this mysterious, mystic place...
beneath one of the Great Pyramids
embellished by massive sphinxes? 
Why did the Egyptians believe in after-life?

Scary mummies in long, beautiful 
hand-painted sarcophaguses appeared,
and the foul smell induced more dread 
than an imminent vomit...I screamed!

And into that labyrinth of adorned walls,
I couldn't find an exit...painted faces 
and sacrificial eyes hunted me all the while...
was I going to be their next victim?

I heard chariots wheels screech...
they were coming for me, I panicked,
a pang pierced my chest encroached by hands...
and glancing at those mystical frescoes, I fled!

And running faster than a tiger, trying to catch my heavy breath,
I collapsed into the coldest corner crying out,"God, please help me!"....
No human voice echoed but mine in the hallways of the Pyramid;  
how would I have been been able to combat anxiety, fear or even death?

I found myself by the tomb of Tutankhamun's,
he didn't seem dead, but vividly alive and well...
and he kindly smiled, handing me his scarabe necklace...
saying, "Take it and end the curse of the robbers!" 

Why didn't he punish me for disturbing his peace?
Sudden death could have been experienced by me!
What ever happened to the Anubis guarding his tomb
and treasury? Did the Pharaoh send it away to warn me?

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Youth seemed an eternal joy
for a gorgeous and happy boy...
no worries over necessities,
with desires without sequence.

The fear of dying was far from pondering,
only beautiful days ahead for the youngest heart....
longing for a tenderness other teenagers never sought,
and sometimes sleeping away the afternoons was invigorating. 

Like glass sheding water, his soul was pure and epic
and he never shook his fist to seek revenge;
he never shillied to shin a tall tree with panic...
always used pragmatism whenever on perilous edge.

He lives miserably, living on a day-to-day existence,
but the fear of dying is to exemplify weakness,
not to exert himself and to better before he hits dead-end;
yesterday God was his sunrise, now that light is glimmering instead.

He justifies his misfortunes with an inadequate story,
while his friends enjoy a happy life, he frolics like a sky-lark 
feeding on what people discard in a garbage pail daily...
and weeps occasionaly, instead of coming out of the  dark.

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You may have guessed from my face
That I'm not very brave
It's not my fault, I'd like to think
Because that's how I'm made.

And it's not like I've given up;
I really have been tryin'
But even though I can pretend,
I don't feel like a lion.

I've got a brain, and I've got heart;
That's not why I sing my dirge,
But rather it's because I lack
That hidden thing called courage.

If you could get me some somehow,
I would bravely sally forth,
And forever I would revere you
As Good Witch of the North.

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To Poe

He stole my precious and betrothed
to have and claim as his own mate,
and now I plot, my dark soul clothed
with blackened rage and clouded fate.

The flames that burn within me lead
toward an every fiery gate.
Dark, evil thoughts have cast their seed
on embers, my soul burns with hate.

My feral eyes now cast their gaze
upon my foe, who nears his gate.
I skulk amid a trellised maze,
anxious to make him lie prostrate.

Each footfall now, he nears my lair
and swift my blade strikes true its mark.
He gasps and stumbles, falling where
his life ebbs in the breathless dark.

Too curious to run or hide
I stand and watch his life abate.
'Twas then that guilt spoke in my ear,
"Now know yourself a demon's mate."

A dark, cold cell is where I bide,
wrapped in a prisoner's striped cape.
I'm filled with dread, I long to hide.
My soul knows there is no escape.

The hangman's gallows have been built.
Soon, one short walk up steps I'll take,
to feel the rope's rough knotted quilt,
and drop to death with one quick shake.

To Poe

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A New Man

I shall take my pen in hand
Though it is late at night
A single man making a stand
Trying to do what’s right

Which is something hard for me
Though I cannot place why
All the skies, tries and alibis
Just spill the tears I cry

I never knew where they landed
Nor did I ever care
All I knew these words are true
There was nobody there

A fear a tear and a thousand beers
Could not wash them away
Before I even said a word
I had nothing to say

Fight the night and live the light
Always be who you are
Today I was wrong is the song
I should not go so far

A bigger man a stronger stand
My anger just erupts
My love for my friends
Could fill a trillion cups

All the years spent in the pen
It’s hard to let it go
Nickel a dime it’s all just time
Buried inside my soul

I would die for you it is true
I have no fear of death
Held those I loved in my arms
I tasted their last breath

The pain, strain and awful game
Just keeps on spinning by
Even though so many years ago
I just stopped getting high

Now who am I, I am the sky
The salt within your tear
Darkest threat and worst regret
That you will ever hear

I think awhile and crack a smile
Because inside I know
That the words I write are my plight
And now I share your soul

Written for Kristin's contest, God Bless

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Loved Invaders

What festers inside the minds of these
No matter who you are, ignoring your plea's
A father, mother a relative a friend
It beggars belief that I can't comprehend

To ogle and leer until their time is right
Await their chance in the day or the night
These loved invaders decided your theirs
Not a care in the world for innocent youngsters tears

Sodomised, beaten raped and degraded
Do they think for a moment of who they've invaded
When they walk away without a care in the world
Realising the damage to either a boy or a girl

They awake to their tomorrows all innocent and pure
Never in fear of being caught, or even a cure
Whilst I and those others have to live with this fail
It can be the end of some as their lives finally sail

When they are done with you, it's a sibling a mate
Their evil transcends to continue, to desecrate
Multiple victims as we have already heard
They plead their innocence, saying it's totally absurd

The hurting fear that's left in the mind of the taken
Where love once was is reft to forsaken
The brave speak out, I wish I was one of those
Then the fears are released or they internally grow

Society must cleanse these scum of the earth
Allow kids to live, and deliver them to earth
It's where they belong, every single one of them
As it's stopped boys and girls, turning into ladies and men

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What effect has sloth upon the soul

Sloth begets in a soul
A spirit of indifference
In our spiritual duties and
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Locked Away

My husbands actions locked with my soul and remained at our frount door,
He reenlisted again and had left for the Afganistan war.
My eyes became swollen the tears begain to pour.
Then all of a sudden, for some reason, one day I wasn't mad at him anymore.
I inwardly waited to hear his keys rattle and his duffle hit the floor. 

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at the altar

what do we bring to sacrifice,
to the altar of our fears
will the fear, itself, suffice
to wipe away these grieving tears

here, a satchel i take in stride
through the machine, my will to cede
and here, too, a bag of my pride
that it turns out, i didn't need

that old man has a video camera
and a young one totes a backpack
can we turn them outta here
for the bravery that i lack

and the child so innocent beside her,
that woman there with righteous shawl,
are mother and child vengeful saboteurs
would a flash of hate burst my wall

do i send my firstborn far away
did the world change to get more hate
is that the price my dread must pay
is that all my fright can relate

when i stand on this serene beach
is evil banished from my sight
is the violent tsunami out of reach
if i waive some liberty, some right

should land's crust pull asunder
and an abyss drop before my feet
would relinquishing fear pull me under
would, then, i go down in defeat

my god, what must i do to appease
when i stand before some conflagration
to vindicate, to assuage, to please
must i change my life's foundation

or can i only fear fear itself
to live as those i remember might want
take life day-to-day from off the shelf
without hate and fear, my dreams to haunt

Armageddon might be without love
but my world today is more than this
i refuse to live life devoid of
love and empathy and a bit of bliss

© Goode Guy 2011-09-08

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I was raised amidst thieves, thugs and rats
Not the rodent, I’m talking about snitches
I grew up next to the rotten, rebellious and the skinny one is always called “Fats”
I was brought up by Broadway, by boosting and a bushel of b*ches

Ain’t nothing new to me, where I now exist
I am immune to the horrid places I go
There’s so many places I hate it’s too long a list
Suffice it to say that I know that which I know

My father was fifth avenue whereupon the rich dwell
And my mother was Madison Ave. where only the chic congregate
Both of my parents gave me a map straight to hell
And that’s why I don’t even have time to hate

Thieves were my tutors, and my teacher was other people’s blood
Yet I saw angels above my head revealing what I needed to hear
Listen, my friend, I fear boils, locusts and flood
But I’ve tried to dissipate and mitigate all of my hate

And then you ask me why I have aching f*****g feet
Because I wasn’t raised up I was dragged up and honey, that’s for true
And there are certain people and relatives you don’t want to meet
But fret not for I don’t fear the government, I don’t fear the law and I don’t even  fear men in blue
                           © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~


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Name in Glass

I see my name frosted in glass,
A portrait of me and some friends,
An image of the graduate class
Where friendships came to an end.

Many relationships will break and rend,
Our ideals and thoughts change, alas;
We still have losses with which to contend,
Will our names be all that will last?

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Fear and Anxiety

When I walk alone, nobody’s around. I fear the unknown if there is no sound. When I do not see what is ahead of me, that anxiety grips me quite strongly.

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                  HUSH, ‘TIS FEAR I HEAR

Yes, I fear
I fear fear 
I fear fear is near
I hear fear’s voice speaking fearfully and fearlessly
I cannot bear fear anymore 
Or the fright that fights its way from the fortitude of night
And wrangles itself from the wrists of darkness 
into the light that languishes in shameful shadows
Because fright often sheds light on the subject of fear
And makes the torment of terror clear
For panic often portends pain
And dread can be found in the most comfortable bed
While horror haunts one’s head
And alarm outweighs the luckiest of lucky charms
While apprehension and tension walk arm in arm
And trepidation trespasses on the truth of solemnity denied
As anxiety becomes a pitiful priority
And phobias forecast a fortress wherein fear hides
And worry scurries into darkened corners of concern
And the edges of a silken fabric are frayed by being afraid
Because I am scared
As the fangs of fear are bared
Yes, I fear
I fear a spear
I fear a tear
And I fear yet another year of fearing fear
                        © 2012…PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~

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They laugh, they smile, they share their words,
A crowd of friendly faces, yet there’s uncertainty.
What do I say? How do I act? What do I share?
I really do not know or fear how to be just me.

I stand, I stutter, I fear every word I may say
Knowing I am completely different from each one.
Yet, they seem like a whole, connected in a way
So tightly, that my thoughts are to just run.

Friends? Friends? Can one truly define that?
I have no understanding of the concept, or just fear.
I know what I want, need or maybe just dream of,
But, yet think about leaving when people are near.

Why is it difficult when others make it seem easy?
It can’t be that hard, they’re not that different at all.
I don’t know how to start or have high expectations
Or is it that I truly find comfort on this wall?

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Why fear the ghosts of those who passed?
I ask you, were they not family or friend?
If loved ones were to come one day back,
wouldn’t it be good to see them again?
There’s no danger, ever, from those you loved.
They returned just to say a few things.
Don’t run in fear while screaming aloud!
Listen to the message that they bring.
Perhaps they came to shed some light.
Perhaps they came just in order to say,
that they can see you from where they are
and you better just change your ways.
Ghosts are just those memories
that manifest themselves over time.
For, if you believe, I mean really believe,
it isn’t just all in your mind.
I, too, have spoken with those who have passed.
They had come with a message from above.
They told me that I should not ever worry
and just take care of those that we love.
There really is a better place, they said,
that we all can look forward to see.
They will go back and prepare us room.
There would be no better place to be.
The next time a ghost appears before you,
take the time to listen and truly hear.
For will be a message that they will bring,
from a person you once held so dear.

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John 4:18

John 4:18
There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do 
with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love

Love freely, be happy
Fear not the true love
For giving of it freely
Is a gift from above

He made us in His image
So, try to be pure
Love happy, love longer
Fear not anymore

If you are fearing
Of the person, for whom you feel
Love’s not on the horizon
Least not one that’s real

So cast out the feelings
Of the doubt and of dread
Love freely, be happy
Do as I’ve said