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Details | Haiku | |

Enlighten Me

"Haiku of enlightenment"

all explanations 
a perceptive, world of green
mocking the land

summoned bird calls
tantra and morality 
zestful garden-----------------  in waiting 

by;pd


Details | Free verse | |

THE HANGING TREE

Dead men tell no tails, or so the winds of 
Destiny’s say.
On judgment hill from on high, 
Voices do echo downwards, as the 
Noose does sway, back and forth, on the
Hangman's tree.
These gallows, of oaken branches, act as tethers,
 Shackles, holding the forsaken, souls prisoner.
Ghost phantoms cling, to it's rotten limbs,
That break beneath times endless rampage.
Regrets fallen horsemen, of the old west, 
Stand guard, sentinels on horse back,
Wearing a tarnished tin star.
God's law keepers, are  branded, sworn,
By their honor, to protect even after death,
The gates of heaven, from this spawn of hell.
Beware evil desperadoes, no mercy will
This the lord's posses show unto you, 
For these riders bare a different mark.
A silver cross of justice, given by
The Almighty’s hand himself.
Say thy prayers, all lawless men,
For on this day, does the rope tighten,
Around your neck, there is no reprieve,
No salvation for evils deceit.
Hell bound are thou, the devils breed.
But beware, there is no escape,
From this grave site.
At dawns first light, as it spreads
 Across the western horizon.
Know that yee, are one of many spirits
Doomed, to be weaved within the
Tangled limbs, called the hang
Mans tree.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


 


 

 


 

 


 

 


 


Details | Rhyme | |

Water Wall


As he slept in tranquil dream, 
Suddenly he flew, it seemed. 
Thrown and landing on the floor, 
Shaking walls and splintered doors. 

Just as quick, the room grew still. 
Distant tremors he could feel. 
Out the door, and up the rock, 
There he stood in sleepy shock. 

How could oceans disappear. 
Then a hissing he could hear 
And a trembling, heavy roar 
Headed for an empty shore. 

Sunrise turned a greenish hue, 
As he climbed, a better view. 
Seeming far too large, he saw 
What must be a water wall. 

Thought of ancient stories told 
Of a wrath that could unfold; 
Sucking oceans with a breath, 
Spewing endless waves of death. 

Instinct quickly cleared his mind. 
Panic now, he clawed and climbed. 
Up, despite the screams he hears, 
As a village disappears. 

Once an evil came to call, 
Scooped them up and took them all. 
Now he's old, his stories wane, 
Of the morning Satan came.


Gene Bourne 
08-18-14


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Details | Rhyme | |

Blade

The mighty steed was black as night.. (Cobolt was his name)
His rider, Blade,  a Warrior Knight
Swiftly through the dark forest he rode
A realm he ruled with an iron code
He was in search of his  magical blue amulet
Stolen he believed by a raven.. his enemy's evil pet

Blade was aided in his search by his gray owl
Who flew night and day as for the raven he prowled
His enemy,  Prince Zoxi, waited at the forest edge
To kill Blade he had made a solemn pledge
As Blade neared the end of the forest
He drew his sword , which glowed with a fiery zest

The two warriors met at the break of dawn
A fight to the death now began
The battle raged through the early morn
The swords echoed with each clang
Deftly,..  Blade sidestepped a thrust.. and  his fiery sword found its mark
Prince Zoxi fell to the ground
The Warrior Knight of the forest dark
had inflicted the fatal wound

He ripped his  amulet from Zoxi's neck
And on his mighty steed he made his trek
To his dark forest haven
And his gray owl overhead, and in his talons,  the evil raven
The caw of the raven was heard no more 
And over the dark forest the gray owl soars

A new enemy from the west,  Bomani,..  The mountain warrior, drew near
He shudders when the the thunder of the mighty steed he hears
And riding boldly to meet him as with speed his mighty steed explodes
Is.. BLADE..  The Warrior Knight of dark abode


  


Details | Free verse | |

SIN CITY-LAS VEGAS

On the streets of sin city, on the high roller's main drag,
Known as the Las Vegas Strip, a gentlemen phantom
Does stroll dressed in all black attire, striding forth with his golden Cain,
Flipping a silver chip into the air, and mocking at its power.
The devil's agent of deception is he, retaining a list of names
To collect upon, this gentlemen bandit of the forsaken.
He is here on the dark master’s behalf, ready to claim on
The I.O.U's signed by the greedy, and innocence fallen.
Quietly, moving amongst the crowded venues, he waits
Until his lord calls the name of the unlucky, to be reposed.
Dance do the neon lights, flashing towards pleasure dens of iniquity,
As ladies whom belong unto the night itself, offer their
Tokens of favor, for a working man's paycheck.
Black jacks twenty-one, cut those cards, and pass them out
The first timers dumb luck, will deliver him unto evil,
On this walkers dead man's list tonight.
Against the loaded dice, no soul is left unsanctified,
On the sacred green velvet altar, the wheel of fortune
Spins out of control, then hitting the baccarat tables
Wooden wall, someone screams snake eyes. 
Then all is lost, faded are the dreams of illusion, melting away
Into the harsh desert soil, along the road side leading to sin city.
Beneath the arid sandy duns, lies the grave yard
Of the unknown unidentified, a missing persons
Smorgasbord of the rich and infamous, lying right
Beside, the unreported poor man corpse.
This is the Grim Reapers play ground, taunting
And tormenting, those begging for redemptions
Last chance to gain a reprieves pardon.
But when tapped by his golden cain of death,
Your life's essence has wagered it's last bet,
To the winner goes the spoils, and now you
Belong unto the devil.
People say what happens in Vegas stays
There, and rightly so will he agree, with his blackened
Heart and soul, for after all is this not
The capital of hell on earth, known as
Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada.
The populations of the undead just added
Another’s names tally and the gentlemen
Dressed all in black, is sent a wandering
Again amongst the crowed streets, to claim
Another victim in the dark master’s wrath of
Vengeance.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rotten

Analysis read—and wronged—and pulled
Lulled into our idealistic mess
Words no longer ours but hung distress
Farced in carnality—they are ruled

Soundness remains what we will believe 
And all else is but tethered nonsense
Clinched tightly in unfriendly absence
Overcome in overwrought relief

The judges judge on behalf of tongue
When ears and eyes close achingly tight
And perhaps in woe we find them right
For witches sought and bound must be hung!

Lower than the softened dirt that cures
Where worms in halves blindly come to eat
The higher crush with tormented feat
And the suns scorch what is left of hers

Answers never tried—and cured to hide
They look to superior sources
The rotten are the strongest forces
Ripened and toughened with bequeathed pride

-Iambic Tetrameter
Contest: Metrical verse
Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto
Laura Breidenthal


Details | Rhyme | |

Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…
 
 
Copyright © 2013
 


Details | Blank verse | |

Whispering Night

In a strange 
environment under gross 
darkness and whispering 
night,I found myself with 
a companion.
 We walked an endless 
journey across the 
woods..eerie sounds we 
heard,a crack! then the 
undead resurrecting from 
marshes,we ran seeking 
for cover.
  These creatures howled 
as they drew near with 
blood dripped 
mouths,my fear 
deepened,I called out to 
my friend a flesh eater he 
became.
  Under the whispering 
night I stood alone, 
seemed the world stood 
still,as these monsters 
encircled me,I closed my 
eyes wishing I was not 
born.
   Suddenly,a bright light 
shone,dispersed 
darkness,repelled these 
zombies-then eerie noises 
ceased, and the world 
revolved once again. 
  A knock,I realized I 
drifted to sleep as my 
companion entered my 
car.
  We zoomed off towards 
the horizon under the 
bright sky.


Name:ifeanyi B. 
Ekechukwu.
Date:24/10/2013


Details | Sestina | |

Dark Woods C F H

I have this story of the garden of evil I saw.
Darkness called to me, I was drawn inwardly.
Walking, a glimpse of beauty came into view.
She intrigued me as to why she was inside.
When I stepped in front of her she smiled.
Not an ordinary smile, one of pure wickedness.

She spoke to me calmly at first, as my eyes did view.
Transformation began as her beauty faded inwardly.
I swear to you that I felt like darkness had smiled.
Her shape changed and now a devil my eyes saw.
Beckoning me she said come with me inside.
My soul captured my mind knew now wickedness.

She told me that I was hers now as the demon smiled.
That I had to take my place beside her in wickedness,
Which the garden of evil was now placed inside.
That the evil call had embedded my heart inwardly.
As she took me aside to a mirror where I could view,
What happened to me, undeniable is what I saw.



I was changing outwardly, as well as inwardly.
My eyes were blood red and horns came into view.
I had become her male counterpart, we both smiled.
Within a couple of moments, I was lost in wickedness.
Then out of darkness other creatures came from inside.
More and more demonic creatures are what I saw.

She said, Meet our armies that mankind cast inside.
That she had waited for me, again her lips smiled.
Upon wave of her hand a mist came into view.
It was me in previous form, yes, you were evil inwardly.
Your whole mortal life you felt you had no wickedness.
Suddenly I knew she was right, this was a prediction I saw.

My destiny was sealed; garden of evil will keep me inside.
A consort I will be to her evil heart, fulfilling wickedness.
Thinking back in my dreams I could have changed what I saw.
Though forever and beyond, darkness grows inwardly.
As we held each other, a vision cast came into view.
We looked deep into each other’s eyes and we smiled.

What we both saw, within her womb something was inside.
We knew we shared wickedness, as the birth came into view.
Love, lust held inwardly, looking on, our baby demon just smiled.

Note. This was part of a dream I had and I feel it was a release to write this to help me fight my personal demons that have always plagued my mind and dreams, maybe I watched to many horror movies when I was younger, I have seen almost all of them more than once


Details | Tanka | |

Where They Are

Zeke Gunn is his name.
Killing perverts brought him fame.
In jail with a shiv?
That is an affirmative.
Got to kill them where they are.


Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | Epic | |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


Details | Narrative | |

Desperate Measures (Complete Version)

"No!!!"-- that was the first thought that popped to mind-
I was in complete denial. 
I honestly thought I would be safe!
I did everything that I possibly could,
I laughed bitterly. But here it was...
Funny how your life can turn around in just a day--
My own personal demon was now mocking me to my face
 and slowly killing me. 

Inexperience made me struggle. Should I go for the kill or not?
 Either option would ultimately result to death by mortification. 
The former to a lesser degree though. 
So I decided to go for it, stepping inside a place where
desolation would meet impending horror.

I was now in familiar territory but my fingers still trembled. 
Touching on porcelain smooth surface, 
goosebumps~ as I saw that red, angry, stranger, giving me the evil eye.
 I was still contemplating on what I was about to do. 
Pain was inevitable but I was willing to sacrifice my comfort.
 Desperate people did this all the time, 
all without a care--why was I so nervous? 
It was now or never...

It didn't belong in this world, and absolutely not in my personal space.
Slowly, I closed in on it and tried to put a hole through its heart--
I started to pump the life out of that repulsive alien.
It was surprising though how silent everything was,
I did meet with some resistance, and it just didn't want to give in to me easily.
It was still mocking me in its own, evil way. But I was determined--
I was mentally willing it to die and my heart raced in a fiery flutter.
I was clenching my teeth, my fingers were turning white,
 and I was silently screaming in pain.
I didn't know I would get hurt this bad. 
I kept the pressure on until finally, it exploded-

Its life juices just splattered everywhere. 

I felt something sticky and warm on my cheek-
so I touched it and looked at my fingers. 
There was blood on it. Oozing blood and pus.

When I was finally able to breathe freely, 
I cleaned myself up and checked the damage. 

There was hardly a nick on my face after all. 
That wasn't too bad...
nothing a little foundation and concealer couldn't fix.  
The important thing was, my pimple was Dead~
and the Drama Queen was going to survive Prom after all.


**1005/June 2009---posted an incomplete version of this for the 
"Leave me Hanging Contest" here's the entire write :)
though did some editing today ;) --submitting this for
Paula's Bedevil contest :)


Details | Ballad | |

darkness at noon

the blue sky turns darker
as the Sun leads the wars
against dark moons 
and dark allies
that take over our world
leaves become snakes
and theives rule the land
in the battle for days
our nights are in our hands
trees and flowers grow in sleepy cars
seas roam the galaxy seeking new ways
of light
birds fly away in search of warm blue days
and all that remains are people and wishes
of fruit, love and wisdom


Details | Rhyme | |

Living Without

I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it. 
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it. 
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. 
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found, 
I have never really lived.


Details | Narrative | |

From Rotgut To Hell

Bart Coleman is my name.
Five Card Stud is my game.
I had ridden into Rotgut two days before.
It is a small dusty rundown nowhere town.
I spent most of my time there in Salty Sam’s Saloon.
I had taken the local yokels for a tidy little sum.
Then, to my shock and chagrin,
Zack Waverly walked into Salty Sam’s.
I had taken most of his dough down in Abilene
three months or so before I wandered into Rotgut.
Zack spotted me, called me a dirty rat,
drew his fancy Colt pistol and shot me in my chest.
I didn’t even have time to draw a breath
and I was stone cold dead before my body
hit the the creaky wooden saloon floor.
The sheriff had a couple of drunken prisoners
bury my body in a shallow grave up on Boothill.
In a flim flam flash my eternal soul was in the pit of Hell.
I would have cried, but a soul cannot shed tears,
when I was informed by that old serpent Beelzebub himself
that there is absolutely no gambling allowed in Hades.
Now I truly understand why the netherworld is called Hell.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Beast of the Cave

When I was young, and adventure routine,
With excitement and newness still unforeseen
I was eager to spread my wings to the world
And seek more adventures as those wings unfurled

Within my long travels I happened to meet
Two other men, with friendships replete
One was named Beckett, the other one Flynn
And better friends there never have been.

We’d been together, ‘t was our sixth year,
And still our adventures made us cohere
To every madness – to every rave …
Until we decided to enter: The Cave.

With our ropes and lanterns and other such gear
It was into The Cave we then disappeared.
The light from our lanterns speared into the dark
We spoke very little - made no remark.

We found a small dry spot and then we assessed
This was a place we could stop now to rest.
I set down my lantern, and took off my hat,
When Beckett said: “Hey.  Did you just hear that?”

I moved not a muscle, and my ears went to strain.
All I could hear were cave droplets, like rain.
Then … from The Cave’s bowels came a loud din
I continued to listen – then heard it again.

We looked at each other, but said not a word
Confused and startled by what we’d just heard
It wasn’t a moan, it wasn’t a gasp
But more rather like a guttural rasp

Then from The Cave’s deepened black hole
Came again sounds from a source with no soul
The sound was menacing, and one I despise,
I watched the fear grow within my friends’ eyes.

Instinctively then, we three moved as one
In that instant – our re-ascent had begun
I had been last in the line coming down
But first in line in this turnaround.

The lamp on my hat pierced through the black
And I looked for our markers to lead us back
To save our strength, nothing was said
Again - that loud sound which filled me with dread.

Somewhere behind me, then snarls I heard
Loud and vicious, run together and blurred
Close … so close … the Beast was so near
Adrenalin rushed through me to react to my fear

‘T was then I was hit by an overpowering stench 
My stomach turned and my bowels went to clench
The odor blew past me, and I knew t’was the breath
Of the Beast of The Cave – its’ stench of Death.

I was near running, but down on all fours
Sweat was streaming from all of my pores.
Then I heard those terrible screams
The ones I keep hearing in all of my dreams

It was Beckett I knew in his shocked agony
Midst the snarled snapping of jaws I can’t see
I heard bones cracking and squishing of flesh
And my fear within gave new strength afresh

My fingers were raw from grabbing the rock
But on moving forward my mind had its’ lock
My stomach still queasy from the stench of the beast
I knew it was finishing its’ beastly feast

I screamed: “Flynn!  Catch up to me!”
But took not the time to look back and see
For the beasts’ crashing against The Cave’s face
Told me it neared – and was upping its’ pace

In less than an instant, Flynn was there too,
His face in my hat-light was of a strange hue
And as he helped me get back to my feet …
Flynn turned around – t’was the Beast there to meet.

The stench overwhelming, but the sight was much worse
There standing before us: The beastly curse
Of layered scales in shades of dark gray
The rest of its body concealed in umbrae 

But its’ eyes … its’ eyes … I’ll never forget
Rheumatoid yellow, and deeply inset
Its’ reptilian lids blinked just one time
‘Fore its’ lips peeled back - revealing the slime,

Glistening yellow over dagger-like teeth
Then oozed from its’ mouth to fall there beneath.
The beast reared up, we then saw its’ claws
Sharp and deadly within its forepaws

Towering above us, no sound the beast made
On beams of our lights had his gaze stayed.
Unexpectedly Flynn then turned to face me
… With less blinding light, the beast could again see

Why Flynn had turned I never will know
For the beast bit him in two, at his torso
And I was looking at Flynn – direct in his face
When the beasts’ bite his life did erase.

I screamed, and instantly away did I run
Away from the beast, and dead companion
Through the price of Flynn’s life, more time had been bought
To reach The Cave’s entrance – the goal which I sought

I heard its’ clawed talons scraping the wall
And prayed I’d not again stumble and fall
Then, up ahead, a small opening I viewed
And I saw my chance, to hope there exude

Twelve feet … six feet … then it was three
But the beast and its’ stench was there behind me
I dove through the rock-opening, scraping my head
But better that injury than ending up dead

I was elated, and about to rejoice
I then heard a scream – it was my own voice!
In my leg erupted intense blinding pain
Looking down I saw the bloodstain

My leg, through the opening, still was stuck out
There was but split-seconds,’fore I’d lose it no doubt
I pulled my leg back, and in but a flash
My shoe was removed by a clawed talon slash

I crawled back from the opening, then I could see
My wound was deep, from ankle to knee
Then suddenly through the opening came
A clawed talon whose aim was to maim

I quickly withdrew out of its’ reach
As claws shot through the openings’ breech
The opening too small for continued rampage
And the beast began then to voice its’ outrage

Its deafening roars assaulted my ears
Echoed Cave chambers and to my mind did adhere
I began attending unto my grave wound
Knowing I now was no longer marooned.

Another two hours ‘fore I crawled out The Cave
And many more days ‘fore I’d shed the shockwave
Of what had transpired, and what I had seen
But my damaged leg was lost to gangrene.

Now sleep evades me, for my horrible dreams
Show beams of light, and unearthly screams
Of Beckett and Flynn and The Cave we were in
I know tonight, I’ll re-live it again.

So, now you’ve the story, you’ve heard the deed
I swear is the truth I’ve herein decreed
And Beckett and Flynn are enslaved in their grave
And I lost my leg to … The Beast of The Cave.


Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.


Details | Narrative | |

Spoiled by Carson Eelman- 7th grader

A tribute to Ray Bradbury's The Veldt


Spoiled
by Carson Eelman


The nursery is a curious place
a place where dreams came true
inside lied an African Veldt.
In there the leaves would sway,
as the grass danced in the wind,
the lions roar, the sun beats hot,
it seems so real but know it's not.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

The power of imagination,
can be a wonderful thing,
full of magic, fun, and wonder;
but it can turn to darkness as well.
The nursery became corrupted,
with thoughts of death,
becoming real to Mom and Dad.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

The called a man
to see what's wrong
but honestly he wasn't sure.
He said they should take a break,
and so the father said,
"Shut down the house,
     we are ready to go," 
         but the kids said "Please No!"

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

They couldn't let it happen,
so they locked both inside.
The parents screamed and banged,
but to no reply.
The lions came and they were gone.
Peter and Wendy flashed a wicked grin,
then settled down and ate a meal.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.


Details | Ballad | |

Sir Archibald and the Black Knight - Part 1

Let me sing you a tale, a story of old,
Of a man without fear, of a knight brave and bold,
He sought out adventures, whenever they called,
And the name of this knight was Sir Archibald.

Whilst out riding his horse, a steed of great power,
He saw in the distance a creepy old tower,
At the top of this tower lived a pretty young maid,
Who was cold and was lonely and longed to be saved.

“Oh Sir Archibald, won’t you please rescue me?
I’m stuck in this tower and there’s nowt on TV.
I’m forced to stay in here, and wash all these socks,
While the evil Black Knight holds the keys to the locks.”

Sir Archibald loved the maiden so fair,
With her glittering eyes and her long golden hair.
“Of course I will save you!” was the knight’s brave reply,
“Or at least I shall give it a jolly good try!”

Sir Archie rode onwards, as fast as he could,
Until he came to the edge of the wood,
And there stood before him a terrible sight,
The tall, strong and mighty, the evil Black Knight.

The Black Knight was massive, someone to be feared,
With a scar on his face and a huge tatty beard,
Our villain’s description is only complete,
When we mention his dark eyes and big smelly feet.

“What do you want?!” called he with the big booming voice,
Of a man you’d avoid if were given the choice,
“You’ve got a young girl there, who you must set free.
Let her go now, or else answer to me!”


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Mournining Earth

Pardon me bleeding piece of earth
I see your excruciating pains
Like a pregnant woman in labour date
Loosing her beauty along with stains

Creatures atimes welcome evil as fair
Slowly quelling nature in nature rage
Visiting souls in journey not fare
Mother earth our boat through age

O' remember us in your days 
For you are still our home
Good or evil you richly repays
So lets find her freedom

Come, come the earth is crying
Lets find a way to stop her dying


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Violet Eyes

 The werewolves came at us full force, such is the course of war. We charge with great speed at the front lines of warriors, sensing a secnd of hesitation i seize on the opportunity. Gripping the first fool to stand in my way i shove him into his brothers. That shall be my mothers greatest success the creation of me for i will be king.  Battles wage on many of my fellows have lost their lives this day, i will not let it stand. I burst into a trot then  savagley i rip apart one unlucky wolf mans head with my bare hands. Without lossing speed i dive onto the guy next to him and rip his arm from its socket then proceade to bash him in the head with it until he is no more. The dogs retreat with great hast before i can slate my taste. Milky cream treat made for the lean marine. Five of my undead survive this day so we begin to leave for the crypt. I make one last fleating glance back at the old catsle i just escaped glad to have survived the day. Never will i forget the violet eyes of the pack leader, he should pray we never meet again.   


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Embers Red with Yellow Fear

Firelight ghost stories entertain the dark starless evening. Young eyes plead, tell me a ghost story please!

On a dark moonless, starless night much darker than this night, four young teenagers were cruising in dad's car on a deserted back road. The car made a pop then ceased to ignite. The teens were stranded in a dark lonely spot eery and too quiet for comfort's sake. Upon considering their options the youth decided to walk back to the last house they had passed SEVERAL miles back. 
Together they took out on foot in the pitch black; stumbling sometimes running hoping for a miracle. When they got closer to town the old Mauk graveyard was a short cut to home. They decided to take their chances in the grave yard. Many years ago unknown to the youth. Bart Blame was hung for his murderous ways and buried in an unmarked grave toward the southern darkest corner of the cemetery. Bart swore to take all the souls he could into the firey depths of hell. Bart vowed to not go alone to the firey pit. 
As the teens walked along, one youth John stumbled and fell into a hole up to his waist and began screaming. "Somethings got my legs, they're on fire!! Help me!!" His friends grabbed him and pulled him out of the hole and discovered it was an old grave.
There was a red glow that morphed into a boney hand then a full skeleton rose up out of the grave with and evil laugh said, "You dare disturb me, Bart Blame! I will not go back to hell alone. Your souls will accompany me tonight" The boys took off running
trying to find their way to safety.  They ran until the red burning skull was in front of them laughing. The boys began to retreat away from the evil when they noticed only three running through the woods. Fear overcame the boys and they split up. John decided to cling to the church cross calling on the name of Jesus all night. He clung to the cross calling on Jesus to save him. In the mornig light John was the only one left and the other's bodies were in the grave of Bart blame burned beyond recognition.


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The Settlement of the Four Ligures

The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds 

The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second 
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable

The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone  
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast

The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs 
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink

The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked  
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound

In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone 
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate 
And only He can re-move these ligures

-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-


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Introduction

hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.


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A Fairy Tale Heroine


The big, bad wolf wears a suit of gray with a snide smile. Standing upright, he believes himself to be debonaire as he takes his comb from his breast pocket and slicks back his hair. Why does he flash his pearly white fangs and file his claws 'til they're razor sharp? He smells the fear of docile creatures; he taunts the weak, stalking his prey while vultures circle overhead in waiting. The face of evil in a fairy tale with girls wearing red cloaks and shepherd boys watching their flocks on hillsides. Flames like daggers from his yellow eyes pierce the pastoral images. Clear skies become dark by his phantom-like shadows. He walks tall in black boots of Italian leather towering higher than treetops in their eyes beyond the echoes of his menacing laughter. The woodland creatures cower in their hiding places, yet hope for a glimpse of the beautiful princess in her dazzling horse-drawn carriage crossing the forest. Through the darkness, the ancient land shines like an emerald with fragrant flowers in bloom; the petals strewn her path in a storybook from a child's shelf between rainbow bookends. Surely, heavenly showers shall rain down on the land and good shall overcome evil with rainbows coloring the pages as an enchanted princess in a shimmering gown rights all wrongs, though her strength is not immediately evident. Melodious birds fly on the outskirts of the tale, orbiting the forest without fear, searching for the light. The princess, oblivious to danger, dances amongst the trees calling the shy creatures from their hiding places. She ignores the wolf's hideous laughter in a dream-state. Looking for her prince, she kisses a frog to no avail then spies three little pigs with curly tails and fearful eyes. They know the wolf too well. His gray suit coats the dreams of their happily ever afters. Our heroine, the princess, wipes their tears, rolls up her sleeves, and builds a brick fortress. She bravely changes history to her story not giving in to fear. Fear only fuels her adrenalin rush 'til the job is done. The wolf huffs and puffs, bites and claws unable to infiltrate. He eventually sulks off on all fours with his tail between his legs and is never heard from again. At least, not in this storyland. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for Fairy Tails contest (Debbie Guzzi) *the wolf is personified


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White dove, Cowbird, and the Crocodile

Long ago a cowbird was raised in a white doves beautiful nest.
But there became a time when together the chicks no longer fit.
The cowbird came to a choice to either come out on the branch…
Or he could simply kick someone out of his warm, homey nest.
Now, he knew, if someone was thrown out, they probably wouldn’t live.
Decisions, decisions: he knew his future would be changed by this.

Mama white dove sensing his problem, had a talk with her little chick.
You were put in my nest by God, but can still choose what you want to do.
“I can never be God’s messenger of peace”, cried the little cowbird.
“I’m not a true white Dove,” he cried… with tears streaming down his face.
Mama dove intently listened… as her wings wrapped him in her warmth… 
She said, “It’s your choice in what you do, that will make you who you are.”

See that crocodile below, sunning on the river bank below…
He lives alone because he destroys anyone and everything, that comes his way.
He’s mean, malicious, and hateful. He’s become what evil can truly be…
His heart, intentions, and choices sent him to live alone in a dark, muddy cave… 
It was him who left God on one fateful day… not the other way around.
By how he lived his life, his decisions, and his actions… he decided his own fate.

The cowbird now realized there was a choice to be made on what he wanted to do.
He decided he wanted to be a messenger of God in the beautiful, blue sky above… 
Than to live alone in a dark, muddy swamp cave, disgusting and evil to the bone.
So he moved out upon the branch… Then later helped the others slowly to the sky.
The moral here is easy… It’s not what you look like that makes you who you are.
A good heart is all it takes… to be a beautiful peace messenger of God.


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Cap'n and the Wench -part the fourth-

Cap'n & the Wench *part the fourth* Says the Wench t'the Cap'n "Me thinks I'll 'ave me some White Lightnin' " So says the Cap'n t'the Wench "Go right ahead Me Dear~ Fer y've ne'er been quite so Frightnin' " With an Evil Grin & a Twinkle in his Eye~ So's the Wench did notice & then By & By~ & did say to the Cap'n "Be mindin' Yer P's & Q's!" "Fer Me's the Wench what Decides that which Ye Do!" "Yer no Grinnin'Porpoise & that there's no Danged Flipper!" "Har!" says the Cap'n ~ "I am though the Skipper!" The Wench danced along the Bowsprit of the Great Vessel that Night~ Whilst Mighty SeaWolf stormed along the Decks with all of his Might~ Sails which had lay flat now filled Fastly with Breeze~ Now came that night most Confused sort of Seas~ The Great ship did lay over as Far as she'd Go~ And 'twas the Wench who no longer Ran to & Fro~ Now did those geat waves Break o'er the Ship Not even the the Great SeaWolf could give 'em the Slip~ Upon the Great Ship and all Her Captain & Crew~ Had befallen the luck Uncommon to but a Few~ For the Great Ship No longer Sailed O'er the Oceans~ And the Mighty SeaWolf drifted toward other Notions~ Says the Wench to the Cap'n "Me thinks I'll rap ya up side o'yer Head!" So says the Cap'n to the Wench "Go right ahead Me Dear!~ Fer 'twas you brung young Mimi to Bed!" With an Evil Grin & a Twinkle in his Eye~ So's the Wench did notice & then By & By~ & did say to the Cap'n "Be mindin' Yer P's & Q's!" "Fer Me's the Wench what Decides that which Ye Do!" "Yer no Grinnin'Porpoise & that there's no Danged Flipper!" "Har!" says the Cap'n ~ "I am No Longer the Skipper!" The Great Ship is Never Seen Sailin' Agin on the Seas.... Spirits were Never that with which this Hardy Wench to Please! SeaWolf


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First shaman encounter

Coming ashore at the island of Trunyan to its teeth of bone eyes to four directions tongue bloodthirsty - what do you want this late at night? surely to seek help from the moon black chicken sticky-rice flower baskets : baskets a frozen kris at the tip of my shoulders suck the remaining portals of shame at the split of banana leaves I look at her purple sweat. her white kebaya sodden pura gede pancering jagat temple as foreground my name once again my name once again - that pot of authentic China rolls like a cart speeding out of my body like the shameless envious souls of jealous skeletons: “look ma, my soul reawakens, I am no longer dead” two baskets black chicken one o’clock that night the island of Trunyan rolled its tongue in laughter its tickled eyes stripping all bare its hoarse voice splitting the eerie road I want to go home soon – my boat is moored by the lakeside!
Notes : Kris – a dagger with jagged edges. Kebaya – traditional shirt that ladies wear in Indonesia, typically made of see-through cloth or brocade.


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O Halloween Night

Upon this night I worrie about this sight
It is to dare be in fright
All the thing will be among the souls to tell run from here to scare us all to hell
Now we must try with all I might to not lose our faith upon this night
For the gates of hell will surly open up and send among us all evil demons 
This I am sure will animal and humans both give a fright
Please we all need to take heed tonight
Stay indoors tonight out of sight
Lie the morning light come so bright
Right her might so all the demons will lose their might 
So they will return to hell with out the right
No more souls did they take this night


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JACK THE RIPPER

The London fogs camouflage,
Conceals the gentlemen assassin,
Blending him in it's gray clock
Seamlessly, he walks along unnoticed
Unchecked.
Carefully choosing a mark, it dangles itself
Before him as raw meat in a butcher window.
Misfortune’s lost damsel presents 
A disgraceful example in her
Shabby clothes and broken English
Giving gentility manners no credit
To her own sex.
Hey love come here, I've got the cure,
For what ales ya.
The shadow man answers not?
In black gloves palm a silver
Coin lies, as pleasures payment.
Under dim lights dingy ambiance,
It falls unto the murky gutters street,
And is quickly snatched back.
Two figures move in sequences motion,
Into a darkened archway.
In the blackness of night let the dirty
Deed be done.
Metal's sharpened edge shimmers,
Crimson red it's a cheap price.
For a shy token for a misbegotten life.
As he relives his latest kill in his mind,
The devil's fiddle plays in eerie tune, 
A sweet lullaby of cautions awareness.
He lies waiting amongst you, desperation’s
Ladies of the evening.
Playful fellow is jack,  toying with
Human dolls. 
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, 
With silvers flash out comes
His knife so slick.
Rip, rip goes Jack the Ripper
Tick tock goes his pocket watch.
Beware to those whom dwell in
Histories bowels,
Searching for answers hidden
Deep within archival walls.
You may not like what you find their,
The beast known as
JACK THE RIPPER.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Confession

The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.

Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him, 
Waiting until eyes grow dim.

Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.

Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.


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HOUSKA CASTLE

In the shadow's of the Gothic Renaissance period,
 In this age of beauty's enlightenment, and free 
Thinking for men, Houska Castle was built.
Not as a fortification to repeal invaders, nor for
Strategic positioning, nay it's thick stone walls,
Were meant to keep something locked within.
Steeped in folklore's mystery, it's sheer cliffs
Drop upon jagged edges unmerciful rocky
 Points beneath.
Surrounded by thickets heavy forest, in the 
Czech Republic mountains, it's eerie appearance,
Gives one a feeling that you are being watched, by
Something unnatural.
As the sun light breaks through the trees, 
The dawn's rays push back the nights dark
 Embrace, exposing this a shunned forgotten
Place.
The ancient aristocracy commissioned it's
Construction, by royal commend, not to be
Blessed within but only outwardly.
Called the gateway to hell, beneath a deep
Holes abyss does exist, and misshapen animal
Bones remain untouched.
No human souls are known to walk these 
Unholiest of grounds.
Here only the devils breed stalks, any intruders,
So step ever so lightly, if thy choose to visit,
For you may become it's quarry, and never leave
It's darkened realm.
Pace yourself, brace yourself, child of man,
Listen to the inner spiritual voice within,
And run for your life itself.
The eyes at the windows of Houska castle,
Bang their ghostly hands, against it's glass pains,
 Keeping rhythm,
With thine own human heart beat.
All adventures beware thy journey’s end,
Is it truly worth the price, this quest for the thrill,
Or a physical adrenals rush, the cost thy very soul.
Leave this corner of darkness, unexplored, and well
Enough alone.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
02-28-14




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Devil in the Desert

So many travelers in caravans have witnessed
eerie sightings of men’s bodies torn apart
and buried halfway by desert storms.

“The sands are cursed by an evil sorcerer,
who had a spells book, coated with human skin
as a book jacket,” some say in trembling whispers.

It is said that in the night of a full moon,
a beast wakes up from its slumber in the dark dimension,
and gets into the desert, changing human blood to diamonds.  It is a cross-breed 
of a lion and serpent; only the daylight it fears.

A prize has been put on the monster’s head,
but only the bravest assassins are daring to lead
their souls to the darkest of the dark.

A roar is all the desert’s visitors hear,
filling their souls with fear.


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Repeat

This is a collaboration I had been working on with a friend a while back. We might change the title. Her name is Rebecca Larkin. She started the poem with the first line and from there we switched back and forth. Wrote it at the beginning of the year sometime; forgot to date it, oops! Anyway, enjoy! ------------------------------------ Like dust in the wind, we are doomed to repeat ourselves Mingling past with present, we collect on the grimy shelves Of past’s hard keep, falling on repeat We gain from the pain and strange bittersweet Taking in the reality-split dreams The etching pangs of truth bursting at the seams With every glistening drop of clarity We engorge on the reliefs of now—a rarity Thoughts pool in a sludge of black, gleaming like oiled silk Denials spread like fires; saturated, we bilk Pain and tragedy strike their resonating, dissonant chords A darkness and sadness we can only desperately afford Pain. . .strife. . .repetitious like a swinging pendulum Achingly perfected rhythms gainst the beating death drum Slivers of silvery hope shine through darkened clouds Only to be covered again in menacing, smoky shrouds Faith is left dying in a pit of despair As the rest of emotion looms helpless in the air. . . Nothing seems fulfilling anymore The replay button fools my mind and cuts me to the core Round and round it goes again like the jagged tick of a clock Striving for purpose—screaming for love to find the lock But only silence escapes, beneath the skin torn lips- nothing remains The aftermath of quietude aches, scraping against endless pains hope falls away into a deplorable state; waiting—hoping—for resurrection And the painful power of truth is forced to gaze at its reflection Questioning whatever has happened to faith and belief? And why are the cliffs of sorrow so steep? Like settling dust we merge our present with the past Leaving the future on the shelf—too empty—too vast Squandering the sand of time with nothing left, nothing left


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OFF THE PATH

You've stumbled off the righteous path, into the hushed
Wilderness of the unknown, beware for salvation's sake,
Go back nomad; travel not these paths of no return.
But nay this is the domain of the shades, little is
The light, allowed to seep through the thickets, heavily
Forested canopy.
You hear the under brush cracking, braking, and freeze.
It's too late for you nomad, for this is death's sacred land.
A place of shadows and darkness, and you are the pray.
It is the scent of fear, drawing these demon dogs of 
Damnation's lost, unto your path
Run nomad, for the devil's hounds lie close behind thee,
Those whom need no rest, the depraved, hungering for 
The taste of raw flesh, cravings lustful, with an insatiable thirst,
Nay never to be satisfied, instinctual beasts on a blood hunts 
Trail.
A packs brethren of the undead, dwelling along the fringes 
Of humanity, ever watching, ever aware, just waiting for
The innocent to be caught off guard, than attacking without
Mercy.
Run no mad, for the bastard's of hell's keep, have sensed
Your presence.
In keeping with thy hearts rhythm blood pumps, in unisons
With thy breath,
As exhaustion's limbs tire of this chase, for your life's own
Survival, run nomad, you must move onwards, at any cost.
For the howl of the white fanged, nip at the back of thy heels,
Flee do not take time to gaze behind thee, run nomad,
Refuges salvation lies not far a head.
A primeval moon glows above thee, illuminating this spectral
Land of the forbidden, it's just than, that you truly realize, the danger
Zone you've entered, as yellow greenish eyes pierce
Through the thickets wild, nomad your surrounded.
Climb to the highest point of observation, as primitive instincts kick in,
But these creatures have all eternity to wait, patient are the kin
To the dead, slippery is the branch, on which humanity grasps,
And beneath lie the tongues of the hungry beast, drooling with
Anticipation feast to come.
In the forest does anyone hear the falling of a tree, 
Or the screaming of a nomad, who has lost his way,
Maybe it was just the wind that you have heard,
I wonder, what the noise really was, as it echoes
Deep within the forest of the unknown.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN









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Ode rise of poetry death of the owl king part 1

Never make deals with devils or run from them                                                               fight tooth and nail strike the root kill the stem                                                              who rides Dark wooden trails poet’s wild hunt                                                           crossing paths light shatter the cold front                                                                        riding a goat, great red beard with goat's hooves                                                          evil’s king many cloven slippers behooves                                                                      storm of lies hold truth as bosom’s bride                                                                        showing as angel of light but death hides                                                               Beneath the willows of time in alder realms                                                                dark past under the flowering wicker’s elm                                                                    night rituals try to reclaim what is not theirs                                                              hounds run devil-may-care Harlequins dare                                                                   krampus jolly olé nick Binding birch whip                                                                       eight legged lies bloody tongue does drip                                                                        *                                                                   -  based upon Erlking, Der Erlkönig and his supernatural death 


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THE VOICES OF SALEM

Through the whispering pines,
Down the rolling hills,
Beneath the moons illumination,
Hear them calling, the voices of Salem.
From the cold ground, vengeance’s spirits,
Seek justices revenge.
Innocent blood, beseeching the truths,
Knowledge to be told.
Whom are their judges, honest man,
Nay corruptions greedy thieves.
Land mongers, mongrels seeking
To feast upon the down trontan, and poor.
Witches are they, marked by the devils
Own imprint of evil.
Yet in reality simple farming  folk, toiling for
A better life, caught in a webbing of deceits lies.
Be accursed generations whom with hold,
What was done unto them.
For God's wrath shall be swift and without
Mercy.
In the winters solstice, as the season of death
Takes center stage.
Unmarked tomb stones lie disturbed, by
Ghostly images, cryin out for their atonement's
Liberation.
Ancestral names held on bondage’s list,
Without resolutions resolve.
The innocent retain the stains
Of legacy’s branding mark.
The shackles of history, hold these
 Spirits hostage,
Release these souls, dearest lord, most high,
Let the honest know freedoms cleansing air.
Write the wrongs done unto them, 
Let the voices of Salem be silent at last.
To rest in peace forever, along side their
Beloved kindred.
In the sacred earth of their mother church,
With blessings words spoken ever so softly,
Over them.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



 

 


 


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la la la's just killing me

about who does or not does in literature
we meet so many dogs
barking dogs
biting dogs
all kinds of dogs
some with pedigree and those collars
with shiny medallions
or stray dogs for which
leash is their salvation
and their freedom has the effect of a yelping…
for whom saw Hitchhiker's Guide intergalactic
they know
rezistance is useless!
for others it can be a mouse literature.
white one 
sitting quietly in the closet
and nibbling on paper shelves.
what's behind the paper does not matter
it could be a trap
and literature not possibly be a rat
no!?

I do not know what is about with all the literature lately
But sure it's not the girl in the fourth grade
that girl who runs and
her panties always fall
or her teacher's fault?

finally
 [I pray]
rezistance is useless
could be hell on earth


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Ancient Evil

Sponsor FRANK H. Contest Name WHAT ANNOYS YOU Ancient evil never leaves us, returning constant as the rain, slave of the 2 horned demon, using people,weak of brain, causing pain for the many, pitiless, so wreathed with smiles, bending truth, beguiling any, truth, will have to wait awhile, have you seen his glassy eyes, glistening with his evil will, destroying lives, of the many, soulless, yet, black hearted still, bare faced liar so deceitful, dreadful words, of awful lies, owned by the evil master, cloven hoof, till eye 4 eye, common man is so despised, brainwashed & so hypnotized, media owned by these guys, though ‘white of light’ is a rising… Don Johnson


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Wizards of Fire and Ice

Once upon a time, many years ahead,
In a land close by, on an earth nearly dead,
Humans had evolved - using much more of their brains,
They could command ice and fire,
Where good and evil reign.

But this power they developed
Did much more evil than it did good,
And wiped out most the humans,
Leaving wizards where they stood.

The battle continued to see who might rule;
Mind-balls of fire and ice
Were the only weapons they would use.

Fire beats ice,
But ice is more plentiful -
To create balls of fire
Much more brain power must you use.

The young wizard Glaffin, in robes of brown and green,
Fought for the good side, ruled by a Wizard Queen.

Ice was thrown at him by the evil palace guards,
Protecting King Faustus the most evilest of them all;
But Glaffin summoned up fire faster than any wizard before,
The goodness inside enabled him to produce it much more.

Could good conquer evil?
Could Glaffin win this fight?
Could wizards live in peace?
Could the Earth come back to life?
Could fire and ice be used for good?
Could our brains be free of hate?
The end of the story, I do not know -
I guess we’ll have to wait.

But which side are you fighting for?
Which side do you hope wins?
Perhaps if you choose right now you can influence how it ends.

Inside us is ice and inside us is fire,
To create them in balls outside takes a powerful desire.
We have not developed that ability yet but in our future we will,
As the wizard part of our brains, 
Right now is sleeping still.


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Arthurian Legend Part 4

Now Sir Mordred was an evil knight
and always causing trouble and strife
He seeked to destroy Arthur’s throne
and take it from him, for his own

He was full of hate and jealousy
towards the king who became his enemy
Taught by the evil sorceress, Morgan le Fay
Arthur’s step sister, who led him astray

There was a court hearing for the Queen
but Sir Lancelot was nowhere to be seen
The judges decided to burn her at the stake
Sir Lancelot discovered his darlings’ fate
As the execution proceeded that day
Sir Lancelot swooped down and carried her away

They escaped to Brittany in France
Sir Lancelot’s home town, where he trained to lance
Now Arthur was in such a rage
he gathered his army to engage
They travelled to France in hot pursuit
ready to punish the deserted two

Now Mordred was left all alone
in Arthur’s kingdom, he took the throne
He would have inherited the whole estate
but he was greedy and couldn’t wait

He told the people that Arthur was dead
and he was now king and do as he said
He brought off the people with money and gifts
and raised an army, a rebellious rift
Now Excalibur was hidden away
but the scabbard gone, stolen by Fay

Arthur found out about Mordred’s rule
and returned from France to confront the fool	
So Arthur and Mordred went to saddle
both armies’ Gathered ready to battle

But Merlin was nowhere to be found
the evil sorceress had him bound
Enclosed in a crystal cave
Unable to cast a spell to save

At Camlann they fought with spear and sword
a fierce and bloody battle, roared                                
The fighting lasted all through the day
high losses on both sides, bodies now lay


© Copyright 29th December 2010 K.C.Leake


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Naked and Ashamed -Part 2-

I need some time to reflect
To dive into my imagination…to ponder as I sink
Into my sea of thoughts and paradise...
I'm on a mission... 
To discover a previous prize
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
If I could, I could surely give it to you...and fulfill your fantasies
If I could, I could invite you inside my mind...
If I could, I could make you fly away from the world's anxieties 
If I could, I could find
You treasure... Beyond measure 
This feeling has no name...it has no specific label...
This feeling hunts me down like game...but I must remain capable 
Of saving myself and you of course...
Baby, don't get outtah course... You know what I mean
Baby, I want to know what's on your mind...I don't want to force
To answer me immediately...but I want the answer...

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
They all say it's greener on the other side of the barbwire fence...
Don't fence me in...with your powerful actions and love... I know you...I ain't dense 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day? 
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
I wanna make you happy for the rest of your life... And delete the strife
From your stressful, fast-pace life


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My End

There was a day where i met my end
A cold truth i can't pretend.
Since then my world is dark, not bright
And everyday is one long night.
I can't see the day when I'll be right.
Until I make up for that day.

So early one day I left from this
To where I could rebuild me.
To the place where to go I swore I'd never
To the mountain cave where he rests so evil so clever
Holding my soul in the room that he sever.
Where I met my end.

I was going to take my life back from his hands
And change myself, expecting no demands
For soon I would be leaving this horrible land
From that place where I met my end.

**an Imitation poem of where the sidewalk ends**


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Queensland hero

Queensland hero Vain-glorious, evil too, Little Hitler is it you, Sacking thousands for a lie, Poor as Spain is his cry, But Spain owes 50 billion blue? (We owe twenty seven and sixpenceJ) Secret watchers dob you in, Informers tell of your sin, If you stop for lunch, you do, Pimp on a Public servant, do you, Bosses crawler, is your due! The crawler never wins! Legal aid gone by decree, Pay the judge now, money comes from thee, Win or lose, dearer for, The often sacked, poor bloody poor, What will become of me… Retarded me, pushed down the tube, Walked all over, bloody rude, Caravan parks sold, people dumped, Handicapped cast out gazumped, The homeless I include… A thousand police he does want, His army to fight the union, Liberal voters to applyJ For government or miner grooming, Better well kept the lie? Of peaceful time is all we need, Persecution from the grinning weed, Evil is as evil do, Eye 4 eye will get you 2, YHYW judges the deed… Don Johnson


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The Unknown

My name is darkness
They are afraid of me
I am associated with evil
Nothing can be seen in darkness
Darkness and Light God created them both
But light is well liked, darkness is well hated
I darkness, the devil has used me to deceive and scare people
I wish I can be understood that nothing evil resides in me
It is just my nature that I am dark and fear of the unknown follows people who encounter or see me
When people die they think that darkness holds their loved ones
OR they are resident there 
Rooms and houses become desolate because it is dark
Darkness or night I am just as friendly as light or day
God created us both not the devil
Crying does not only belong to darkness even joy brings some tear
People even celebrate at night
It is deception and ignorance that brings the fear of the dark
I darkness am not evil God created me. 


Details | Light Poetry | |

MY DARK SIDE

its under stood
i can be good
also can be bad
if i get mad
but 
arms or open wide
tho i have 
ME DARK SIDE


Details | Free verse | |

escaaping

I see you 
stand around
looking confused
being useless

you might come 
my way
maybe I say
, but you don't
and just walk away

I then see you
stopped dead in track 
you pull out your phone 
to give me a text

try to get away
you  say through
your letters
I reply okay
because I know I better.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

MONEY AND FRIENDS

theyer hard to fine
kept this in mind
when you win
some have a grim
until you can't spend
thats
MONEY AND FRIENDS


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Untying the Knot in my Stomach will take much more than Guts

I’m looking for the world,
 
But the world isn't looking for me.
 
I thought I had the answers, sitting by a tree.
 
Like Newton did when the apple came suddenly.
 
Everything to me is just a big meloncholy.
 
I wish I could make myself feel something else.
 
But instead I just feel like ice that will melt.
 
Nothing in my life makes any sense what so ever.
 
I go about life as if I were actually clever.
 
Nobody cares to listen, whatever.
 
My words are pointless, and you never cared for better.
 
I have created a trap in my conscious, stitched like leather.
 
It's permanent and I feel like I can't change my stormy weather.
 
 
I have learned to deal with the reality that was given.
 
But I refuse to let go of my story, how unfitting.
 
I am not surprised that I am failing so miserably.
 
I almost had it all, yes, almost in synchrony. 
 
One piece at a time, like parts of a Christmas tree.
 
Decorating my life, ever so slowly.
 
As I see myself in the mirror, so lonely.
 
I put on a smile and say "forget you, Jeromy."
 
I was given every opportunity to advance.
 
But God didn't save me so the Devil took his chance.
 
And won.


Details | Light Poetry | |

BLACK WOMAN AND MAN

together  for the better
both has a hook
so take look
its not to late
we all make mistake
stop the dis repect
you only regret
have a plan together pround stand
BLACK WOMAN AND MAN


Details | Light Poetry | |

AM TRAIN TO KILL

from very small
I break thur wall
what I hit falls
don't like trouble
I cam handle it brother
its not my will
to lay any one still
I
AM TRAIN TO KILL


Details | I do not know? | |

UNICORN IN A BAG

Unicorn in a bag


A long, long time ago 
In a land as black as pitch
An unholy alliance was formed
Between a Wizard and a Witch

No one dare try rival them
In there castle way up high
The magic that they conjured
Even Satan could not vie

Until one night out on a hill
The Wizard heard an evil shrill
The Witch’s screams were all in vain
By a Unicorn she had been slain

The Wizard swore upon this day
“All Unicorns I swear Ill slay”
He would capture them one by one
And kill them all till there are none

Knowing to hunt a beast of light
It must be done on the darkest night
For alone these beasts he could not best
So he’ll do the deed while they do rest

Using his magic he tracked the beast
The trail he followed lead to the east
There in a cave on a mountain side
The battle began and the Unicorn died

Now on his belt he carries a bag
In it a horn that is wrapped in a rag
The first of many has fell to his hand
His quest just begun as he travels the land

So if you see an evil old man
Carring a box, a bag and a can
Move away quickly give him wide birth
For he is the most powerful Wizard on earth

By Mr. E. Jones



Details | Light Poetry | |

FAMILY AND HOLLWEEN

we do ths we don't miss
we dress a mess
some as  a clown
some fat an round
some ugly face
its how we pace
but its all make up dream
its
our
FAMILY HOLLOWEEN


Details | Light Poetry | |

LOOK ME IN THE EYE

don't look away
here what i say
i can't tell if you lie
it won't pass me by
LOOK ME IN THE EYE


Details | Light Poetry | |

LIFES WHAT YOU MAKE IT

its well understood
it can be good
or hard as wood
you make  try
here's  why
ithis is know lie
its do or die
you have to fit
LIFES WHAT YOU MAKE IT


Details | Light Poetry | |

NIGHTMARE

its seen real
this was a deal
in my mind
it  had me blind
nut was a dream I scream
it wake a wake up stare
was a 
NIGHT MARE


Details | Light Poetry | |

DEEP

its way down
i hear my heart sound
no longer your around
 i fell like a clown
cause youe love i seek
it know me off
my feet
it made me alert but hurt
very
DEEP


Details | Light Poetry | |

WHY JESUS WAS BORN

this had to be
he was the key
to beat
and defeat
the evil deviel
this was a must
the world was torn
that's
WHY
JESUS WAS BORN


Details | Light Poetry | |

HALLOWEEN IS FUN

its spook mabe coo
its all fake
for heavensake
just a fun task
with those funny mask
make some you run
HALLOWEEN IS FUN


Details | Light Poetry | |

JUMP AND BOO NIGHT

on this city street
they walk the beat
under whit sheets
on  in the dark
where cars or park
they get bump
make this jump too
there no street light
some scream its hollween
on
JUMP AND BOO NOGHT


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Halloween

Once, on a night so dark that even the owl could not see,
There came to be,
An evil entity.

It was so evil in fact,
That not even the night could hold it back.

The night tried and tried it did,
But entrance to the land was finally bid.

So evil romped and stomped across the place, 
And it would not be erased.

The people fought and battled,
But it continued to eat the cattle.

It consumed the stock and the place,
The people had not the time to pace.

Now the evils belly was filled,
And the valley of Hallowed Een was tilled.

This is the story we all celebrate,
On October 31, when open is the gate.


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Sir Robin Of Loxely

 
Outlaw Robin Hood, and his band of men 
Hidden in Sherwood Forest, they had a large den 
His deeds were known all over the county 
On his head there was a large bounty 
They were feared by the bad, and evil 
Loved by the good, honest, and feeble 

The Sheriff of Nottingham, was an evil man 
He taxed the people for all he can 
He knew Robin, robbed the rich for all he could 
And gave back to the poor as they knew he would 
In local inns, posters could be found 
'Dead or Alive', and you will be crowned 

The Sheriff had an ally, King John, self made 
Who's brother King Richard, was on a crusade 
Had bold and brave men fighting on behalf of his aid 
The Sheriff's men they always tried to evade 
Robin Hood's men, were strong and brave 
Making friends of the people who's families they saved 

On return to his home land, from his grueling crusade 
Discovered the true intentions, in the way Robin, behaved 
So off to Nottingham, to pardon Robin, and his men 
King Richard, back on the throne content and pleased 
Maid Marian, to Robin, her hand was bequeathed 
Now 'Sir Robin', of Loxely', was given his land, title and deeds 	 


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ALONE UPON THIS HALLOWEEN SCENE(a fictional Tale)

Stepping out into the Autumn night of Halloween
It is the Witches and the Warlocks turn to dance
Their air of mystery and mystic is all around
The zombies or the Undead cannot speak
but,their presence seems to be abound
Ghouls of the Men
Vampires within the Ladie's evil grin
It is out here on this Night
When old wives tale frighten us with delight
My footsteps carry me beyond the hill
A cemetery there which omits a deathly thrill
We(meaning a friendly spirit beside me)know the Cackle
Inside many tomb,ready to come out like a babe from its mother's womb
The moon is full and the Old Man paints his smile
Trick or treaters are out,,having fun for a little while
Tonight all Halo as strange yellow mist creeps from behind a boulder narrow
Dancing amidst the moaning dead,darkened shadows surround this timid Head
I feel like Ichabod Crane,strolling,with terror,upon the Midnight Domain
Ghosties
Goblins
Maybe the old Headless Horseman
Perhaps,the wretched creature of a certain Frankenstein
Many of these apparitions could be just a figment or Reality having a smile
The Corridor of the dark as I wander through a deserted Schoolyard park
An evil happened there,just a few moons not  long ago
Halloween Night..1980 when I was ten
A grade schooler was being hazed upon
He was locked in a decrepit old trunk,tucked,not so sweetly away,in the attic of 
this old place..his peers left him for the night

They came back the next morning before the session began
after lifting a set of keys from the sleeping janitor,they went up to the attic to see
The trunk was open,HOW COULD HE HAVE GOTTEN OUT??
tip-toeing near the open trunk and peering down with trepidation..
only to find,a bloody handwritten note,written with EXTREME AGITATION

It said:YOU LOCKED ME AWAY BEFORE YOU DECIDED TO PLAY
BUT..I WILL COME BACK UPON THIS LAND AND MY VENGENCE WILL HAVE 
HIS FINAL SAY!!

The school was beset by this horrible deed,and it was closed forevermore 
because the children confessed and the Pain would never recede
some say..the spirit of the little lad still haunts the old school
Laughter could be heard if many,who dare,decide to explore it and play it cool

Pardon me,my weary Halloween reader..it is TIME for me to head back before
I become no more,by an ominous Night Creeper(or the Ghost of The Attic Child!!)


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BE WARNED!

There was a time in my life, when my interests did sway.
I studied the darkness, and all the dark ways.
Tarot cards, rune stones, palm reading and such.
Past lives, witchcraft, even had healing touch.

I wanted to know them, to see if they were real.
I just wasn't aware then, just how serious the deal.
It all started as fun though, and the future read good.
But soon evil enveloped, covered life like a black hood.

Everything became twisted, good spirits turned bad.
It didn't take long then, to realize i'd been had.
But, to get out's not so easy, evil doesn't like to let go.
It will follow you always, and mess up your life so.

Now, finally i've made it. I'm now back in the light.
Yet evil is sneaky, so each day i still fight.
So PLEASE heed my warning, stay away from the dark.
It will eat at your soul, like a man-eating shark.

The darkness will tease you, and pull you right in.
Then IT runs your life, your soul lost to them.
It will trick you and use you, and throw you away.
Please be warned against evil, don't turn to it's way.


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The Place of Slumber 3

It seems, the beast within the cave
has been stealing from the land.
The lives of fellow animals
were taken by its hands.
The beast, unseen, stalks its prey
And forages from the earth.
It even eats the living offspring
Of animals, just after birth.
Pure evil dwells within its heart.
The animals scurry in fear
That is why the maiden came
To protect and just stay near.
Her goal; to kill the evil within.
Just how? She was not sure.
She would slay it, so she thought
With her heart of gold, so pure.


Details | I do not know? | |

Terrorist's

Killing & Mameing makes you happy,In the eyes of the free world you
are seemingly Whackey!Terrorist's who love to toss the Grenade,Running
and hideing like a true Renegade. You love to instill anguishing pain
in'st your fellow man!, Cutting and slashing as a real demon
can,getting your way no matter what,Killing and hurting with guns and
even a cut.You single Americans out of all men as God is watching,
He'll make you pay for your sin! Blood and torture be's your main
theme,Killing and pain your only dream! If demonstrations you had
tried instead,The world would be happy minus bloodshed! Quit being
selfish, trying to reach your evil goal,Violence and death T'will put
you in Hell as body and soul!! Look out Terrorist's and beware!, the
U.S. of A, ye shall no longer scare as long as you try your evil way,
all free men shall make you pay!