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Gettysburg Hauntings

Gettysburg Hauntings

When General Meade met General Lee
At Gettysburg in 1863

Sons of the South battled Northern brothers
And neither side has ever recovered

Fifty-one thousand lives lost in three days
Of a summertime swelter, July haze

Souls rose not to heaven from bodies piled
On blood-soaked battlefields spanning 40 miles

An on-scene photographer moved fallen men
To snap better images with his lens

Hats off to Alex Gardner if you please
Today picture-takers’ cameras freeze

At a large bouldered site called Devil’s Den
Sharpshooter hid, killed unsuspecting men

Travelers at night on Pennsylvania roads
Claim they see soldiers, hear cannons explode

A century after the Revolution
United our states to wage war as one

Virginians were forced to choose blue or gray
Mason Dixon Line divided that way

If only Tom Jefferson’s wise notion
Had not been struck from the Declaration

Slavery, the impetus for war and hate
Would have been quashed before State versus State

Gettysburg might have been a peaceful farm
Where soldiers had never succumbed to harm

But restless spirits, faces pale and gaunt
Never retreat from their Gettysburg haunt

Our nation’s darkest hour plays out each night
And passersby still marvel at the sight

Where sons of the South battled Northern brothers
For neither side will ever recover


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Jack

I saw him on the highway
Thought he was insane
Standing with his thumb out 
In the pouring rain
I don't usually stop for hitchhikers
But something said I should
Besides, it was raining awful hard
And the wind was blowing good.
I said, "Hop in, it's cold out there.
Where you headed on this stormy night?"
He said, "Down the road, I really don't care
Just somewhere else will be all right.
I ain't got no license, so I'm travelling kind of slow
They just left me out of prison a few nights ago."
I might not have stopped had I known
Now we were on this dark road all alone.
I didn't know if I was in any danger
But as I drove, I listened to this stranger
He spoke of life and of acceptance
He spoke of sin and of repentance
A story of gratitude and saving grace
And I saw a smile come on his face.
He asked if I'd take him a little farther down
And drop him off in another town
I was already late but I said okay
And I listened to his stories along the way. 
When he was getting out he said, "Thanks for the hand.
God will bless you. Soon, you'll understand."
There was a new feeling inside me that I found
And I began to turn my life around.
I stopped at the prison to find out about Jack
And tell him how I got my life on track.
The warden listened and he shook his head
Saying, "I have a hard time believing what you said.
It couldn't be Jack, I'm telling you so.
You see, Jack died this day, eighteen years ago."

Angels come in strange forms sometimes.


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Soup To Go

~Soup To Go~

This summer~ all I want is a bowl of soup 
A secret flavor that combines every veggie group 

                   
An outcast taste of ancient granola herbs
All kinds of extracts that create different verbs

I will leave the table only to dance out in the rain
Round and round in wonder catering out my sweet refrain

I will visit mother and tell her I forgot her recipe
Brag about my soup and how I used and stole her ecstasy

Paint about the life she gives the grounded trees
Think about the sugar that makes me surrender to her sweet debris

I will order me a special~ with the right poetry breeze
Exchange my cookie dough with mothers pollen seeds

Hide behind her oak tree and listen to her endlessly
I can even cook myself a picture making nature my enemy

Close my eyes and smell the mist of self control
Hold on to my emotion and take a sip of my soup bowl

Add extra salt and pepper to every line I manipulate
Swirl my spoon around and smile at every thing I hate

Come sit down with me and collaborate
Lets cabbage out on mothers nature's plate

Wakening up to her blossoming sauce that drips with a certain flow
Driving by her White castle, and stare at another soup to go

Order me; a soup of all the things I see
Order me; a soup  made out of mystery
Order me; a soup out of the things I wanna be
Order me; a soup made out of the sadness found inside of me

Order me; a coffee to go with my poetry soup
Type me a funny comment that will add a smile to my food group:-)

by;p.d.


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When I Leave This World

Inspired by the song "Last Kiss" by Pearl Jam


You had just gotten your first car, a 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air,
We were only seventeen years old and neither had a care,
You came over after school and asked me to go for a drive,
We longed for freedom of the road, we never felt so alive.

Always the gentleman, as you opened the powder blue door,
But, after tonight you would be doing this for me no more,
I remember how the moonlight shined off of the chrome,
When you picked me up and I would never return home.

I cannot ever stop thinking about and replaying our past,
I still remember your soft kiss, and it would be our last,
Because, this tender embrace would never happen again,
There was no way that either of us could've known it then.

The impact was so sudden that I felt almost no pain,
As the car swerved out of control into the other lane,
It all happened so fast, there was no time to scream,
Now my existence is a nightmare, just some bad dream.

My body grew cold fast, but I could still feel the heat,
Of the warm blood dripping down onto the leather seat,
I lay there silently, nearly lifeless, held against your shoulder,
It was then I realized that I would not be growing older.

The radio faded away as I closed my eyes for the last time,
What happened to me was an accident, and not a crime,
I will wait for you on this spot, by the very same tree,
Where most people don't notice, but some of them see.

It's an anniversary, it will be 58 years around midnight,
The misting rain and lingering fog will keep me from sight,
As the headlights go flying by, shining from modern cars,
I'm hoping one of them will be you to take me to the stars.

When I do leave this world, side by side we will stand,
And this bad dream will finally be over as you take my hand,
I am waiting to go to heaven, only you can bring me there,
In your brand new, powder blue 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air.



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The POW's Escape

POW confined in a cage
Through Viet Cong jungles bullets raged

No sweat from his pores in unrelenting sun
Dehydration, famine, yet his needs were none

A tepid river so foul with blood’s scent
But the outcome of torture was not as meant

He tasted cool ice as his spirit soared
Freedom came fast once the war was ignored

Hovering o’er killing fields his soul’s eyes
Saw not the wounded, heard not their cries

Though his weak body lay crumpled below
Pain free he reveled on clouds, heaven’s snow

Through astral projection he’d been set free
Each day he survived, taking this journey

When rescued at last many months gone by
The US militia did not know why

GI Joe felt no hate, seemed so serene
And not one of his rescuers could glean

Why this soldier survived, what kept him sane
For they’d not escaped inside this man’s brain

The awareness he’d achieved spared his life
So he could return to his son and wife

Who’d prayed everyday that he would come home
Only to say they’d never been alone

Their spirits communed on another plane
And life as they’d known it would never be the same


*Entry for Caties Out-of-Body Experience Contest.


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THE SCENT OF YOUR SOUL

It is said that when she was alive Marilyn Monroe wore Chanel Number five Yet in death there is doubt New information has now come out She ordered 6 bottles of Floris Rose Geranium Scent For Floris to find this in their records was heaven sent It was delivered to her hotel when recording ‘Some Like It Hot’ Was this really her favourite scent or not? 10~11~14 Contest: the Scent of Your Soul Sponsor: Anthony Slausen


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The Mystery of Men

My car is equipped with maps and a GPS
With a great fear of getting lost I am obsessed
 
Men seem to have a different navigation system
Asking for directions is too far beneath them
 
Tony and I embarked on a cross-country tour
Didn’t start out that way, just took multiple detours
 
Tony didn’t like the GPS talking voice
Rather than listen, he turned it off by choice
 
Each time we stopped for gas, I wanted to seek help
But if I approached someone, Tony’d let out a yelp
 
The White Mountains should have been a hundred-mile drive
With two days on the road, I thought I’d not survive
 
“Turn right now, make a left, heck just keep going straight”
Commands from the King of the Road did not abate
 
But it wasn’t until we saw the first palm tree
That I’d had my fill and let out an urgent plea
 
“Huh,” he replied, “guess YOU drove just a bit off course
Those Canadians will want to see our passports”
 
“That’s the Mexican border patrol up ahead!”
I screeched, turned around and away I quickly sped




*For Francine's "Whatever You Say, Dear" Contest


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Breathes

Some lives are like a stone quickly skipping over the ponds top, forever tossed.
My life is below the surface trying to reach upward with each breathe lost.
But there is still beauty, deep down here in the great depths below…
For the solitude holds me in its grip as I dwell with what I know.

My occasional trips to the surface leave me vastly wanting more…
Still, my life below the surface doesn’t scare me as it did, once before.
And the breaths will come when given, as my life continues to flow.
True it is dark but beauty lingers, everywhere the currents move below.

At times, the surface reflections seem surreal, as if it’s a place not to go.
Comfort comes more and more to my soul, as the deeper I glide below.
Here I dwell within myself, with words, and thoughts, that carry me along.
Perhaps I have found where I truly belong, as I sing my siren songs.


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Cult of the Bone

The cult of the bone 
the bone
the bone
Chalky and porous and white
as a stone
crushed in a cauldron
in flames in a fire
brewed as a potion
to cure my desire.

Inspired by Anthony Slauson


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Never Tell

He smiles in my direction as he walks in the door
And laughs at my heart, now a puddle on the floor,
The people walking by turn, point and stare,
I repeat over and over, “there’s nothing there…”

Rains of passion, waves of homicidal angst,
You can’t look backwards and still walk straight,
A million signs are screaming out at you:
Stop-danger-watch out-you’re running too

Quickly, swiftly your friends all walk away,
I’d like to say something, but it’d be so cliché,
Silently you sit and watch them go,
Hoping inside that they don’t know,
Maybe they won’t know, but everybody knows…

I think of you and I think about stars,
Captured fireflies in marmalade jars,
Beautiful reminders of what may have been,
But the fire goes out, and they lay there dead...

He says, “The poison doesn’t do it for me anymore,
I need a pain to leave me lying gasping on the floor,”
My eyes go cloudy as he looks to yesterday,
I say, “I never meant to hurt you anyways...”

It broke my heart, I almost cried
To see you hurting, so broke inside,
Twist, plunge deeper, lemon and salt it so,
Some suffer in silence, I’ve come to know,
You’d rather be alone, you asked me to go...

The colors flew around the walls,
How I got here I don’t recall,
He handed me the bottle and I didn’t think twice,
"Just get rid of the pain, whatever the price..."

I think we danced, at least we may’ve,
Silly boy, to think I’d misbehave,
He said, “I bet I can change your mind,”
Slow down, stop, (learn to) rewind,

“Hold my hand,” I pleaded, to who?
I don’t think so, that’s not something I’d do,
Stop, not there, leave me alone,
I don’t want to be touched anymore…

A glance at the reflection as I pass a mirror,
I thought I saw a smile, but it disappeared,
Spin around and around, a crystal ball,
Reality’s a mist that surrounds us all…


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Time to be twisted, following suit with maurice using jans twist

Thump. Bump. What is that noise inside the wall?
Bump. Thump. The echoing in the empty hall.

Silence, it hums and drums in searching ears.
Voices, inside my head, creating deepest fears.

Thump. Bump. Eyes react to the pitch black.
Bump. Thump. Spiders crawl from the ceiling crack.

Screams, the vibrate through the empty space.
Fingers unseen, sticky they claw at my face.

Thump. Bump. A fly lands on my nose, I can't smack it.
Bump. Thump. I twist around in this straight jacket.

Coldness, of memories, to nudity they made me strip.
Experiments, I endured on the aliens mother ship.

Thump. Bump. This implant under my skin itches.
Bump. Thump. Next time please let me get abducted by witches!



10-03-2014
casarah.altervista.org


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THE RUNNER AND ME

There was a little boy so blue.
Amongst the pain of life he grew.

He wondered where he'd be one day,
so, Satan helped to lead the way.

He longed to walk home in the sun,
but evil forces made him run.

The Fallen Angel's sick revenge
was to use children to avenge.

He made them bullies; very cruel.
"Persecute this child to - and - from school!"

No one to trust to teach him well,
so evil led his pride to swell.

There was a little girl as well.
Who grew up in a different hell.

She was abandoned by her Mom.
Her life was anything but calm.

She was adopted by a frigid pair,
but she longed for love and truth to share.

Nobody seemed to fit the mold,
Consumed with lies that she was told.

Satan also grabbed this chance.
She ran through life without a glance.

A player; she could not commit.
Her soul-mate had to be legit.

Now, he's my husband; I am his wife.
I finally took that chance in life.

For I was ready to forgive,
But he had never learned to live.

How ironic, that these two should meet.
I'm ready to ground; he runs in defeat. .

Now here I sit back at the start,
While my  "soul-mate's" going to break my heart.

See, he's still a runner and I'm here to stay.
Two people can't grow if one is this way.

He promised to give his soul to me,
But I am still one in this unity. 


We have since decided to compromise and things are much better. 


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SheBouncedRightOff

          She bounced right off of Saturn's rings
                 nnnnnnnnnnnnnweaving through the stars.
     She had her fill of earthly things.

                  Like cantelopes and cars.

               She only yearned to start anew,
        she only meant to try,
   to do the things she couldn't do,

                     Like look me in the eye.

                       She treads the silver surface,
   twinxt Jupiter and Mars,
                          The Ether's cold but she grows bold
     and relishes the scars.

                      She navigates the cosmos,
with glitter in her hair,
                             The stardust lands,
       on all her hands,
                                 but still she doesn't care .

                       She won't bring back a Moonstone,

      she won't bring back a rock.

                                  She flies alone
        out on her own............

                            I think the girl's in Shock.


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Pterodactyls Thriving

Pterodactyls Thriving

On steamy summer days as warm waves lap the shore
     The pelicans pass over in perfect V-form

Their silhouettes appear dark beneath yellow sun
     An eerie reminder of a species thought gone

Pterodactyls, you see, first came to mind
     When as a small child I looked up to find

Winged creatures with long beaks like dinosaurs
     Angular features, pteradactyl norms

I knew nothing then of evolution
     But marveled at this species' procession

Casting shadows on crystal sands below
     Sparking a child's imaginative flow

Watch closely; can you see the resemblance
     Might pterodactyls thrive in the present tense?


Friends, at Yoni's suggestion I am providing the following link (just one of many) regarding 
modern-day pterodactyl sightings:  
http://archaeology.suite101.com/article.cfm/do_pterodactyls_still_live_today


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Beautiful Day

Adoration grows tenfold, sublime serenity convenes
Above the starry skies I see legends meet
Cloaked in a whisper of a mist delighting the mind’s eye
Gently gliding towards my sight I draw a deep sigh
Contemplation of wispy memories long said
Succumbing to whimsical, perhaps unheeded shred
Great beauty insistent in its plight
Grips my very haphazard sight
Alas I cry but I look anew
Surrendering to wondrous view

Conjoining eves amid midsummer’s bathed conviviality
Intensely gorgeous plateaus encounter mystical assembly
Magnificent sceneries encompass still untouched milieu
Astonishment weathered by saturating the view
Stilled backdrops sprouting splendour inspired
Awed by intimate fervour the mind remains wired
When days have dawned and dusk has drawn 
Pray hear me do not grow untimely forlorn

For the day may draw to a close but know
Another so splendid will surely grow


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The Arc of Time

Magicshow..........
.....
 Token
 title
 to disguise,
 memories 
from stranger eyes
than the ones who see you now
tip your hat and take a bow.
you have fooled the greater masses
with your cape and opera glasses,
I ,
however,
know your name,
and the source of all your fame
Great Magician,
hocus pocus,
try to keep your world in focus,
you have found us through the ages
wielding warlocks and their sages
you desire to see the ending
of the arc of time you're bending,
Armageddon,
fades to black
you face the ending of the track,
come now 
Merlin,
your disguise,
can't hide the darkness
in your eyes,
angels tremble in suspense
to watch the last of grand events
the stage is set,
the players rise,
the Dragon faces
his demise
and you must face 
your own disaster
if satan truly is your master.





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Unfaithful

 From his pocket 
    stardust fell
on the beach she knew so well,

 In his eyes the moon
still shone,
where had he been?
and not alone.........

on his skin an aura
glowing...
something secret
overflowing

phosphorescense
from the sea....
scales of silver...
one two three.........

clutched there in his 
dying hand.......
the mermaid left him 
on dry land.


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Sweet Carmel

The taste of homemade Carmel so sweet/ everyone I know desires the treat.

After one night in the kitchen covered/ half the pan gone, next morning discovered. 

 Is it my beagle Lily whom loves any food? / she seems in a hyper beagle mood.

 I know I heard a squeak in the night / a dream ? No, for low was the kitchen light.
           
 T'was my husband, for he can't resist/ soft , buttered brown sugar , a Vanilla twist.
           


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Night Awakes Fear

Walking alone in the middle of the night
Holding hands with the cold in the pale moon light

I hear more than my footsteps; look over my back
The shadows from the trees were on the attack

I walked a bit faster, my heart began to race
The mist from my breath teased the skin on my face

Should I make a right? But I look to the left
In between my imagination and reason sat a cleft

I began to panic, but what the heck for?
Because fear was of the essence and nothing more

Sounds ricocheted off of who knows where
Like a scene displaced from your worst nightmare

Something was watching or following me
I was just waiting for something to jump out of a tree

Or grab my shoulder or touch my back
Causing me to urinate before I have a heart attack

I took a deep breath and leaned against the next street light
It must be my mind playing tricks on me tonight




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Moon

Mysterious orb of silvery light
please shine down on me tonight.

Fill me with your wondrous light
whisper to me your secrets this night.

Do not seek the cover of clouds
I need your light with all its shrouds.

Paint the world with glorious light rays
and light up all the deeply hidden bays.

Moon, oh dear moon blessed you be
always light up the right way for me.


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The Arduous journey

I was wandering barefoot in the snow
What a journey I had to sow

I knew this wasn’t something I would normal indulge in
A strange kind of winter walk without a coat in the wind 

But I continued my lonely trudging anyway
The skies where a dire dark gray

Somehow although it felt cold it didn’t feel wet or unbearable
Perhaps this was the end? Some kind of parable

I was somewhere I didn’t want to roam
My mission was clearly to find my way home

Every passageway I strove to push through came up empty
This was not the happy land of plenty

Why couldn’t I find the end?
Was there some impending trickery around the bend? 


I felt a strong frustration descend over me
I saw the strange face of an unknown banshee

Screams and tears plumed out of loss and shame
I was repeatedly calling out my husband’s name 

Distorted, destroyed no one spoke 
Thank God it ended I woke 
 




Inspired by the “I dreamed contest”




 


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An Aqua Reverie

The great mystery of the House of God
Within the aqua reverie of a facade 

A choice He gives to us- of evil or good
All we ever do is divinely understood.

An apparition of Heaven held in a hand
Given by the Creator, for us to understand.

Glimpses of euphoria and merriment we envision 
Heaven- the reward bestowed for the right decision

The great mystery of the House of God
Be worthy in this life; and at the Gate you'll get a nod.

There are but a few things He demands
You, alone, carry the power in your hands.



Honorable Mention in the "The Power in Your Hands" contest by 
Carolyn Devonshire.

A. Green



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Mythology of Fire

In the beginning thus Prometheus who loved mankind
Stealing fire from the Gods of Mt Olympus 
Then to Earth he did resign
Man marveled at fire’s glowing light
Finding comfort from its warmth at night
Rocks which surrounded the campfire pit
Melted their metals into the ashy spit
Man’s observant brilliant idea dawned
A forge a hammer a chisel and a spear
Once ferocious King of the beast who roared death
 Learned to tremble with fear
Bellows of goat skins did man blow across the red hot coals 
The white hot warmth thus saturated the metal into hammer and fold 
Pound the copper beat the tin-
So man did master the fire therein
Shields and weapons- tools and blades 
Due the love of Prometheus made friend
We the man did gratefully accept
To Prometheus we are in his debt
And for his trouble did Zeus make plain
To steal from a God is unforgivable and disdain


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Turtle Soup?

Some call it an aphrodisiac.
They say it gives a man a strong back.

Like a good woman, turtle soup makes no sense;
 Can something so delicate be so intense?

Like a woman, the flesh has several delightful flavors.
Remember, each mouthwatering sensation should be savored.

When you taste her, bask freely in the sapidity,
Acquire the feel for this pure tortoise delicacy.

Don’t rush, familiarize your taste buds.
There is no such thing as a first sight love.

Recognize, there is a mystique behind that hard shell.
Did someone say turtle soup? That does not ring a bell.


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3rd Glorious Mystery


Third Glorious Mystery 
The descent of the Eternal Holy Spirit


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Mysterious Love

Love is a mystery with excellent archery shoots at a stance making the heart dance when souls meet creating memory sweet days transpire at a pace as if time is at race when cupid strikes who dare cross? for it pricks with a sharp dose. © Nadiya (14 Jan '15)


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In Cinderella Fashion:

Imperative to see what fits familiar feet
with slippered glass and sand blown memories
of times which swift occurred then swept away
the remnants of a luscious perfect day
to wishes in the wells of self-defeat
and tragedy too painful to complete
the harmony eclipsing shadowed moons
to cool the concrete footsteps sunken hewn

It's with this feeling that I trace your steps
and hope to feel emotions that are left
like elements unmoving, set in stone
I feel them beat my heart when I'm alone
and in this solitude I see your face
as real and as alive as my disgrace
from blowing passed integral memories
imperatively set beneath your feet.


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Ted Bundy

He was young  and attractive and quite debonair,
An upstanding young man who was going somewhere.
Or so it would seem if you knew not his history.
To we in the know he’s repulsive dark mystery.

When I think of it now I feel chills descending,
He went to same school my child was attending.
But as far as I know, he hadn’t yet killed.
At that art, with practice, he became very skilled.

In 1974 women were disappearing.
While Ted with his studies was still persevering.
He had way of asking for their sympathy
By pretending to have broken arm or bum knee.

By now the police knew their suspect was called Ted
Clued in by some girls who escaped being dead.
Many others who listened were not seen again
And parents were left with unbearable pain.

Not born in our state, had moved here at age five
So much better if he’d been born dead not alive.
Wherever he went there was death visitation.
The mysteries were a multi-state-wide sensation.

Nita Neary came home and found her door ajar.
She saw a man carry a log to his car.
What she found in her home were two roommates dead.
Each was bludgeoned to death in her very own bed.

He was stopped by police for traffic violation,
What they found in his car was a gross aberration.
There were handcuffs and ice-pick, crowbar, and mask.
He was questioned by those with right questions to ask.

He was arrested and tried for his various crimes
But somehow escaped from justice three times.
Wherever he went he was brutal and bold.
His last victim of all was just twelve years old.

Ted Bundy died in the electric chair
The most hated man that ever went there,
A hundred dead females at least was the count.
Other lives shattered, unrecorded amount.

Written May 26, 13    A true story.














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Is anyone there

Step outside and feel the cold
Daily routines seem much to old
Walk the drive, get in your car
Drive to work, it's not too far
Check in early before the sun
All the machines begin to run
Drive around to scattered spots
Look on the moon and see the dots
Turn around no one is there
Paranoia brings a heightened scare
Just shrug your shoulders, look away
For every minute comes ne'er the day
Your hands are cold, nose is numb
Hear that noise, sounds as a drum
Turn around no one is there
Shrug your shoulders if you dare
Your time has come, can't run away
Never shall you see, the light of day


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Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places

<        this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written
          like the smile upon her face that looks nil and somewhat smitten

          and lochs of hair hanging instead of with bows and lace
          tell me my angelic angel have you fallen from God's good grace

          has your garments of thread gone out of time
          has your dance with the butterflies gotten out of rhyme

         have you been cast from your lovers heart
         or are you just looking to start over with brand new start

         has clouds silver lining rained upon your dreams
         has leafs dance gone frozen in crystal streams


         time stands still amidst wondering thoughts
         time stands still when lovers cant be sought 




Written By Katherine Stella 7/4/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's 
The Unwritten Contest
G.L. All