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Siphoned light gropes passengers
Hopeful for luminescent hearts,
Arching underneath bombazine drapes
Dusted with passionate legacies
Of original sin and the primogeniture son,
Wicked for nighttime plots savouring
Spicy love, exponential in a vivid darkness.
People who spend their time devoted to poetry
Optimistic people who can be pessimistic as well
Elegant writers throughout society waiting ever so slowly and patiently to be known
Those who utter their feelings in to a well thought out and admired poem
Spirits with a talent, and who are happy.
Pleasing to read, persuades others to write poems as well
Of all forms of literature poems seem the best
Eccentric writings that inspire, express, and inform
Modern society vs. ancient work
Supercilious poems that express thee
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Masonic rituals performed by dancing shadows
Inspired by the pale moons light
Demons tempting chaste virgins
Needing comfort in the chilling night
Incandescent spectres, like mist, crawl from the mere
Garnished in willow-o-wisp shrouds
Honour to the midnights guardians
That cry their allegiance, to the sky, aloud
Trapped within the tunnel vision
Harbringer seeks familiar ground
Granite bars lock in silence
Interrupted by the baying hound
Nwyvre seated on throne of stars
Deeming this the vision hour
Isis sits nursing dawns unborn light
Midnight; time of greatest power
...Formidable treat he stress
At the early hour of this day.
No pain, no gain- All is still well.
Centenary dream is a luxury few can reach.
Yours truly, let your fate decide.
30th of April, 2013.
I live a life in a place where alcohol violence reigns supreme/
over a dying culture split in se7en groups of se7enty times se7en of rival teams/
I hear my brothers hollers I hear my sisters screams/
I see people live among broken glass like that of many broken dreams/
I sometimes wish I could not see what my two eyes sometimes see/
I cant act blind as if it were just a brush off my sleeve/
The more I lose in life the more it seems the less I need/
I try and overcome my own selfish greed/
I got a child on the way I now look at what kind of role model I'd be/
I was was incarcerated so I must not take for granted for the simple fact that Im free/
But it hard with tattoos on my face in place where tattoos like mine seem a disgrace/
Lord watch over me as I take last place in this life game race/
It not a matter of being first second or third Lord cuz all I need iz your grace/
help me to better walk off this destructive road and slow my pace/
Just take me now if Im done with your purpose if thats the case/
Because I dont want to live like I got to look over my shoulder right around the corner....
Hooves, with majestic rhythm pound the ground
Off the beat'n path. Roam'n wild, roam'n free
Refined in grace, loyal, noble. So missunderstood
Stunning in appearance, with mane and tail adrift
Enchantedly each strand of hair, dances in the wind
Spirited, radiant, dynamic in every way.
~A distant island still undiscovered,
nearing magnetically to its mystery,
distancing me from myself every moment,
remembering to forget the return path,
even my earth is puzzled,...revolve or rotate?
another blue sky beyond this one is calling.~
H awthorne bushes wildly overgrown, line the mud and gravel driveway
A bandoned by a farmer years ago, sold to someone unknown to all
U ntouched by human hands, it now appears to be totally deserted
N oticeable is the large red barn that sits predominantly on the land
T rees and uncut crops fill the fields which roll down the hill to the river
E very night lights are seen moving around the isolated farm property
D iesel engines are heard rumbling over the wind very late at night
R umors spread about the haunted red barn down the country road
E ven neighbours wonder why a beautiful barn sits alone and empty
D aylight hours offer little explanation of its existence, no movement seen
B ut is it really empty - is someone being hidden there against their will
A larming questions arise in our minds on this country road, imaginations
R un wild and every terrible scenario is suggested until we get an answer
N iagara police bust this crystal meth lab- one of the largest found in Ontario
* This is a true story, for years we walked by this haunted red barn on our country road. November 2010 police from the USA, Canadian-American border, Niagara, Hamilton and Toronto police busted one of the largest crystal meth labs - now that’s Scary!
Written by Lee Ramage
September 13, 2011
For Constance ~ My Dear Heart’s
Contest “A Creepy, Scary Haunted House Poem, Please”
Gulf oil spilled
Useless big waste
Lives were taken
Oil will spew
In such turmoil
Loss no one knew
So much damage
People showed care
Like a nightmare
Let’s clean this up!
A legend that has been used and abused so much,
Deals with the undead, blood drinkers as such,
Many stories from all over the globe are told.
I have seen every movie, ever made and sold.
Real Vampires exist of this I am so very sure.
An evil form, well maybe, and without a cure.
Legends all begin with some sort of partial truth.
Can anyone definitely be sure there are no such things?
Ages have past and we still find new creatures on earth.
Realistically I cannot believe all the tales that clings.
Dracula the most famous Vampire for all it is worth.
Unites all the lore, that humankind has believed.
Listening and embellishing, has been what perceived.
A soul taken, by another has to be evil, they all sleuthed.
Victims of such a violent death are bound to be evil.
I would expect more from today’s world, less medieval.
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