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Details | Free verse | |

THE VAMPIRE

For I am death, the personification of pure evil,
The grand godfather, of legions of unnumbered generations.
Behold thy disciples, baptized beneath my crimson waters,
Of blood.
Then reanimated as the living undead, in mine own image,
These are my forsaken children of the Night.
Kissed by the angel of death, I'm resurrections insurrection,
Spawned in hell a creature devoid of heart or soul, yet do I
Exist, biting at the exposed throat of humanity, leaving it
Drained completely dry.
Does not the white lily turn ember red, within this the
Valley of damnation.
My throne is a black coffin gilded in golden refinement,
Residing beneath the wooden lid, the beast sleeps,
Waiting to be embraced by the darkness of night.
Slowly, emerging from mine cryptic mausoleum,
I'm famished for the taste of the living essence
Of mankind.
A gentlemen reaper of the fallen, deeply do these
Fangs penetrate into the soft flesh of humanity,
Tis a dark blessing's supernatural gift, have I been 
So given, to take life then to restore it.
Raw beasts of instinct, clinging to the ethereal
Moon, that hangs above illuminating this,
Our unholy abyss.
Welcome to a shadow nation of the unseen,
Whose roots extend backwards, to an older country’s
Unconsecrated soil, called Transylvania. 
On mine legacies crest, a red dragon with talons
Extended reaches out, grappling for powers control.
For I am Dracula, born of royal blood in life,
But in death I am a king, let these castle walls
Bleed on forever, and the hounds of hell,
Sing outside my rod iron gates.
But beware mortal flesh if you so enter,
For I will enjoy every trespasser,
Whom dares to venture within my
Sacred territory, with a fiendish smile
Upon my hungering face.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet | |

To All Of You

There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope

Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care

About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you

We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace

And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive

As you pick up the pieces of your life
Without your mother, father, husband or wife

And some of you God forbid
Without the love of your kids

We must band together with a brotherhood
Show that in this world there is some good

Because we are together in this deal
We try to help each other heal

We seek in each other good advice
And offer each other sacrifice

We hold each other in prayer and song
As we continue to re-build the wrong

Because what else in the world can we do
Except let the light of good shine through

The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care

We want you to know you are not alone
Think of America as a giant cone

And all of us are funneling through
Our prayers and hopes to all of you


Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse | |

THE HEADLESS HORSEMEN


On the black stallion of death,
Its red crimson eyes pierce through the night,
And the hell's beast breathes its hot brazen breath
Blazing against the darkness's chilling air!
Does he ride, this phantom of the dead,
Wielding vengeance's sword.
With one hand on the hilt of the blade,
The other arm reaching outwardly,
One finger pointing at his intended victim!
Screaming with a blood curdling howl,
Give me your head vermin, or I'll cut
It off myself, than laughing at their fear!
Beneath crimson fire moon, this hooded and caped,
Death's stalker, hunts down the innocent
Taking that which he desires the most
Their essence of life!
Run to the bridge's safety salvation lies
At the other end beyond.
For these waters cleansing baptism,
Could swallow him whole.
The headless horsemen cannot cross,
These blessed waves of sanctuary,
Or banished is he, hell bound for eternity.
This highway man, rides devastation’s
By ways, of the unknown.
Seeking to restore mind and body,
This Hessian with aggression,
Yearns for justices revenge, to what
Ends bequeath, he cares not, the price
To be paid, in human flesh and blood.
On Saint Hollows Eve, the horsemen
Gallops, across dead-man’s boundary,
Awaiting the stray trespasser, to trip into
His well-hidden trap.
Than striking without mercy's sake,
With its sharpened edge, steel slices
The mortal flesh, taking his prize,
The headless horseman rides away
Into the night.
Yelling, I'll return next Hollows Eve, be thee
So warned, for your salivations sake alone,
Don't tread in Sleepy Hollow after dark!.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

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


 


 

 


 

 


 

 


 

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haibun | |

1140 Royal Street

The first time I met Madame La Laurie, was in 1832 When she and her third husband (Dr. Louis La Laurie) purchased me. My first impression of Madame La Laurie was that she was soft spoken, of fine breeding, and very beautiful.  

Upon her arrival, she wasted no time filling every nook and cranny at 1140 Royal Street with the finest furniture and china that money could buy. No one looking at the  plain exterior of this house, would ever expect such opulence within it walls.

She wore the latest fashions from Paris with a flare beyond rival, even by the most inducted social lights of the hour, which did not go unnoticed.  Both men and women, would stop in their tracks to gaze upon this regal beauty as she strolled down the main streets of New Orleans.

Soon, with the aide of her husbands connections through his practise, she, gained  acceptance into the higher circles of the community and began hosting what would become, the most sought after dinner invitations in all of New Orleans.

This was the one side of Madame La Laurie that the world saw, but it was I, who bore witness to the other side. NEVER could anyone have ever imagined the atrocities this women committed in her chamber of horrors on the 3rd floor as she maimed, tortured and  murdered any slave that displeased her. 

                                           ~~~

I was burned badly, when one slave, wanting to end his misery, set a fire in the kitchen, finally bringing her reign of terror to and end, where upon she  fled in her hell driven carriage, into the night, never to be seen again. 

Today, I stand here at 1140 Royal street, completely unrecognizable. I have a different face now. The only thing left one would recognize from that day, would be the old path that runs between me and the adjacent house.  

Lush green foliage now grows along its edge, in what I like to think, a remembrance to the tortured souls who died here.

Between these brick walls
Bright light filters from above
Old seeds bloom again

BUT...IF YOU DARE to walk between these walls, you...like me, THAT OLD HOUSE IN NEW ORLEANS, might see the apparitions of the tortured souls still residing there.

                                                ~~~


Poetry form: Haibun

For the contest, A House In New Orleans, sponsor, Lin Lane

PLACED SECOND

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

War Mentality

They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong

they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.

fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you

we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews

racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did

amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive  as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy

yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before

todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed  to instill pain 
and un-trust to drain our resources from us 
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers

you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq

Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war 
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time 

and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him


Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2007

Details | Couplet | |

Civil War

This evening I listen to a Rock 'n' Roll band
Their track is Civil War, as our world now expands

To us it's the same size but to others they despise
For the want of greed exists in their killer hungry eyes

Where do I start, to say of their evil spread
A different starvation leaving the world in evil dread

It's not our today's but our yesterdays years
That our history tells us, of our everlasting torn tears

Cambodia, the Lebannon, and Sri Lanka's Indian sun
Rebels who demand better at the end of a gun

Guaetamala and Peru with their Shining Path
Villagers in terror decrying it's ever last

Democracy is our power in it's controllable exist
Like the Shining above, how long will our future paths persist

Recent news in the Arabic World, has taken tyrants by surprise
For decades they have stolen with their torturing infidel lies  

I could go deeper and deeper to describe these evils acts
In wanton blood spillage, to increase civil war torn facts

For this is the world we live in, it appears we determine to live
Maybe in our lifetime it will be on our doorstep, we open, our lives will sieve










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php


Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet | |

In Vanity, They Sing Hollow Tunes

In Vanity, They Sing Hollow Tunes

Shall we march: into nights so darkly bound;
And within storms raging the foamy seas;
Rests the power of dark fury unbound,
And desperation in the Fallen's pleas.

Bitter sweet the glories the gods have sent
Small solace unto man's eternal quest,
Wherein the stones dropped are the punishment
And prideful glory is lukewarm at best.

The Valiant are led down a blackened road
In vanity, they sing hollow tunes.
Upon false mountains, lies their sad abode
And truth lay buried in their black sand dunes.

Where age turns their shining armor to rust.
Roams, a dark beast nobody can dare trust.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2015

Note- Tis late night--my muse cried out, shut up and write!
A sonnet, to ease a grieving soul and truth takes its toll.


Syllables Per Line:	10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 N/A
Total # Words:	102

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

THE CITY OF LOST SOULS

Beware, out-Lander for thy tread on the sacred ground,
Of Louisiana, guarded by the ghosts of the Mississippi,
And here the dead tell know tails, of the living's returning,
After adventuring into the darkness of the night.
Rattle them bones, sister voodoo woman,
Black magic's high priestess, cast asunder the 
Ivory teeth of the white devils, across the streets
Of old New Orleans, behold the ancient city of lost souls.
Hidden beneath the glittering mask, of La Carnival,
It is the celebration of the dead, my friend, and faceless
Figures, do toss the beads of evil, to the lustful
Crowds gathering, for Mardi-Grad's extravaganza.
Phantom walkers, without names or emotions, spirit stalkers,
Roaming the old French quarter, seeking to catch the
Innocent traveler unaware and unprotected. 
A wall of realism and illusion, thin is the veils that divide
Light and darkness, sheer vaporous mist of transparency,
Existing in this the forgotten realm, where southern
Comfort invites the living to visit, but never allows them
To leave alive.
As the flickering rays of twilight fades, swallowed whole
By the spectral invaders, the creatures of light seek refuges,
Holy places, as the church bells ring, calling unto the innocent
Make heist to salvation's shelters of grace.
In he city's center, lays a dry leathery organ, sunken
And misshapen, feel the rising, the awakening of the
Heart of evil emerging, its veins arteries made of 
Cobble stones brick, thus are the webbing's of streets leading, 
Unto the deadened heart, metamorphosing it alive once more.
Slowly bloods spiritual essence rushes through
These ethereal veins, reaching this source most
Evil, it owns this city of lost souls, unto the tolling
Hour of dawns first rays of light, crossing the horizon.
Red bricked buildings lay side by side one 
Another, in a design of Gothic manipulation, feeding
Stations made cozy for the living and dead to reside
Within, as the crimson curtains blow freely from the 
Inside out, welcome my friends to the French quarters,
The threshold's crossing, between life and death.
Hear the low thumping of the Jamaican drum,
Mixed with African tongue, chanting in rhythm's
Echoing breeze, softly spoken in whispers are the spells
Of misfortune, a vow's crimson promise, written in blood
Long ago, a demonic pack made between the spiritual native
Inhabitance and the dark heart of the Cajun Bayou.
On bloods throne the Grim Reaper does so sit, next 
To his bride, the Queen known as Mrs. New Orleans,
Both laughing in tandem, with the musical chorus
In this requiem of the dammed.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

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

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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 © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

THE OUIJA BOARD


The shifting of many corporeal hands move across this dead cell,
A vacuums vortex, a psychic sponge, charging this battery of
Energy called the spirit board.
Paranormal phenomenon striking plate to enter realities plane
Of existence, for the ethereal challenged in crisis, seeking the
Threshold for spontaneous release, unto our spiritual realm.
Witchery’s board of trickery left in a polarized stance it
So entices the living with its tempting whispering of lies,
Incantations gate keepers wait on the other side of evils
Door way.
Memorizing the human sensory functions into a false
Sense of harmless mystery of the unexplained, it lures
These victims ever closer to weaving its spell of the demonic.
These capture being lost unto the hypnotic effects are
Transfixed unable to hit their override switch that controls
Their mental powers of persuasion, disabled is there strength
Of will power, they belong to the Ouija now.
Clasping do all for sides of the curtain of reality, times
Displacement begins in earnest, without hesitations
Momentary loll this dead cell bursts to life.
Black magic key has been inserted within the wooden
Door way’s heart and soul, a bizarre power bank draws
Forth the energy of the spiritual lost, swinging hells
Kept wide open.
The pancetta spins out of control, smashing against
The barriers of humanity, darkened ebony light shines
Through this doorway of evil and the flickering candle
Turns to a shades greenish blue wavering in the odious
Breeze.
The voice of a thousand screams echo in sheer delight,
We have been freed at last, broken is the trance, the boards
Hypnotic effects are dashed by the light of the dawn.
Dazed in bewilderment the voyeurs are chilled to their
Very inward bones, shaking, staring in awes amazement,
Wondering if these events really happened at all.
Then within these tented walls a voice responds to their
Questioning, laughing, as if a jackal at a fresh kill site!
Foolish mortals you know not what you have done, this
Night, but I promise thee this, laughing once again,
In a demonic under tone, none shall leave this domicile
Alive.
The entry doors lock without the human touch, the
Curtain windows pull closed, a momentary stilled
Scream, then all is silent, what remains is left up
To my readers to visualize, as the final candle
Blows out!


BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Pixel Wars

Tingling toes
of the megabyte cavalry
callouses scraping
along private roads
Cascading matrices
on the plasma periphery
peasantry bleating
on official commands
Stewing a cauldron
a festering foment
watering nations
from acid-soaked cans
BE SAFE!
say the oracles
so buying a check
but electing the cavalry
leaves the infantry wet

Copyright © Aron Jacob | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

The kiss of betrayal

I heard about a name
that gave it all to the evil game
taking in vain - the son of man
a few silver coins and little bit of fame.

eternal shame
for the main event 
of his evil deeds 
for ever be a slave in chains

thrown down to the deep
away from the earth
his name was revoked  in a heartbeat - from the book
and the devil gave birth 

to the betrayal of JESS
he implanted in his heart
treason with a kiss
giving up the light for the dark

good  for wrong
life for death
and for ever he is gone
from the life giving breath

damned is he who will follow
evil man with a evil walk
so we all should swallow-the holy spit 
when GOD shall speak

don't be like the dark prince
traitor with evil deeds 
perhaps false messiah 
having sex with 7 years old kids

do forgive me if I'm wrong
but at 7 years old-still a child
at nine she gave birth to another child
another creature that has to stop being a child - for a while

mean while
emotions are running wild
thinking the messiah was reborn
somewhere in the wild

as a animal
humble eyes and fake smile
slaughter with cannibals
messiah's favorite carnival 

you could call me Hannibal
so I'll recruit another Army
to defeat the madness
and live in peace and harmony

Copyright © Diogenes Zuniga | Year Posted 2009

Details | Munaajaat | |

NO ANSWERS

WRITTEN 25TH FEB 2001



I love you all with my whole entire heart
 every second, I'm left to wonder why we're apart

I try to work out what I must've done wrong
 how many mothers sing this sad song

But there are no answers to my questions

Every year we have spent together
 is now embedded, in my heart forever

I think hard and long
 does this pain really belong

Still...there are no answers to my questions

Strength I once had to carry on 
 is nearly dead and gone

I say a prayer every night
 to give me strength, to stay and fight

I still ask, "why us"
 were we on the wrong bus

I weep a tear with every second
 how do I live, like everyone reckon's 

Still...I get no answers to my questions

I stay here fighting, for just one more touch
 am I really asking way to much

I love my babies with every beat of my heart
 please I beg you, stop keeping us apart

Still...no answers to my questions

I'm only left to Guess, that God's reason's 
 are truly his very own





I would like to let you know that this poem has actually be transformed into music which was mastered by Hollywood hits music production for the ongoing journey to be played in a movie or tv production. Far out I am gobsmacked.

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cowboy | |

Ringo's Last Ride

                        

It’s way back in the eighties, of  the eighteenth century,
the bad man Johnny Ringo, did stalk Arizona free,
from Lukeville  to Sonoro, he dealt his darkest hand,
and sought to take the silver, from outlawed Mexican band

With Curly Bill and Scott Corley, he ambushed smuggler’s
band, their heavy bags of silver, sure lookin kinda grand,
gunshots smoked the many, some were kept for sport,
tortured in the hot sun, without a kindred thought

Now Ringo took to spendin, his gotten gains with glee,
and tabled games of poker, he played while he was free
but Wyatt Earp got wind of  him, or so the story goes,
and shot him thru the head one day, sleepin peacefully

Now many’s took the claim, for shootin Johnny thru,
but others say he took his life cos drinkin made him blue,
and if you want to see the place, they laid his body down,
he’s in West Turkey Valley, on the other side of town


Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

SWASTIKA

        SWASTIKA
What danger's now beneath our very eyes
born of forgetfullness? 0! Time it flies!
and before long, lays to the past
the very things we should have last,
but much too soon, all memory it dies;

and then the xenophobic nature shows,
from places where you'd never think it grows
and nourished by the futures' doubt
we feed on it, and let it out
until it's grown beyond what heaven knows;

all blame is layed to any who remind,
that they are grouped into another kind,
and when we need to symbolize
what's here and plain before our eyes,
a crooked cross is all that we can find.
© vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic | |

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.

Copyright © Miche Ulman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain | |

The St Bartholomew's Day Massacre

Oh bloody and evil Catherine de Medici. The queen has acted impetuously. Thousands have died because of her demands. Witness her red bloodstained hands. A wedding is a time of joy and jubilation. Instead, there is death and devastation. She thought the Huguenots would seek retaliation. It started with an attempted assassination. An attempt was made on Admiral Gaspard de Coligny. He led the Huguenot protestant party. Catherine took some Machiavellian action. She wanted to eradicate this rebellious faction. There had been widespread death throughout the land before. Peace brought an end to civil war. Margaret de Valois had married Henry of Navarre. Once again, hostility permeated the air. Killing spread from Paris to the countryside. In just a few months, thousands had died. No bloodier episode had ever been seen. The culpable party was the evil queen. I thank Wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Cease Fire

The Crusades Began a Holy War
Which Continues to this Day.
We Kill, and Kill, and Now it Seems,
This shall Always be the Way.

One Side Scores, the Others Die,
Then the Cycle is Repeated.
It never Stops, It’s never Done;
The Battles Grow More Heated!

The Way to Peace, it Seems so Clear,
Is not Through Senseless Slaughter.
I Appeal to All, “Please Quit the Fight!”
Save our Sons and Daughters!

To Find Our Way out of the Dark,
We Need only Seek the Light.
A Solution Lies within our Grasp:
Forget who’s Wrong or Right!

This God or that, it Makes no Matter.
This Truth I have Acquired:
Be they Different, or the Same,
The Gods would Preach Cease Fire!

Copyright © Steven Gadberry | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

THE LEGEND OF LEAP CASTLE

THE LEGEND OF LEAP CASTLE

In the dark shadows of the ancient past,
Creatures move within the kingdom of darkness,
Hidden illusions of faded forms of existence, roaming the hallowed
Halls in echoing’s of delusions, royal tombs shudder beneath
The grounds at leap castle in Ireland, for here the haunted remain in
Silhouetted ruins of life ethereal! 
It started with the slain royal holy priest, slain in the midst of the
Lords words of Spiritism, at his own brother’s envious sword arm,
Greed’s fever driving him with the madness of fortunes purse strings!
But a deeper evil bore itself within the bowels of the castle hidden
Keep, those murdered by impalements sharpened point edge,
Then left for the courts rats to feast upon, three cartloads
Taken by the future were these skeletal bones removed,
Unknown by names thus so buried in a mass grave of the
Undisguisable!
But this sacrilege awakened something horrid, an unnatural
Entity, a supernatural beast known as simply the elemental,
Or thing, residents in residence in this unholy place of the
Hauntings ethereal displaced!
Whom knows for which it came, this vile creature of the
Demonic darkness, oozing with the foul odor of burnt flesh,
And molds decay, the beast roams without mercy’s reverence,
Tormenting the living, driving them utterly mad at the sight of
Him!
Wrapped in the shaggy hair of the untempt dog, it has the
Piercing eyes of the hell hound, yet the boney fingers of death
Touch at the living to torment, with a playfulness of a family pet,
Smiling in a seething temperate with its wide griming sharpened
Fangs, the thing awaits for the screaming to begin!
Within this castle of pain, many lucid men and women
Have gone insane, trying to escape from this venue of evil,
But hell’s accrued castle retains a heavy toll from the mortal
Souls of humanity!
In the storms of the ages it’s been battered this collision
Clammily of stone and mortar, built and rebuilt until the
Living left it to rote and ruins ultimate decay, no priests
Words of holy resistance, can save those spiritually trapped,
But time and nature, vengeances is a force even the supernatural
Cannot resist!
But some men never learn, and have rebuilt what should
Have remained left alone, and it, the thing awaits once more
In the shadows of the past, ready to emerge at the right
Mishaps turning, and beware the evils rebirthing in the halls
Of Leaps Castle!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN









 


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic | |

Sept 11,the day the world stood still

It was a day like every other day, sunny and warm they said
New Yorkers smiling and happy, looking for their daily bread
Taxis were darting here and there, planes flying everywhere
Children were going to school, parents laying down the rule.

Plans were made for later that day,
Meet you at 7, no, make it 8. I'll do my best not to be late.
Don't worry baby, I don't mind at all, Just please, remember to call.

Who could have known that waking up that day,
that things would happen in an unusual way.
To change forever, the way we think and feel
The events we saw, yes, they were real.

No way to deny it, it was on the news,
With our own two eyes, there were hundreds of views.
over and over we watched, hard to believe,
what we just witnessed, what did it all mean?

What an unusual sight, that plane in flight,
just before the ninth hour, when it hit the tower,
How terrible we thought, answers we all sought
Like, why did that happen, how could it be?

That a plane hits a skyscraper, in plain sight,
In broad daylight, not the dark of night.
Was it pilot error? How could that be?
The tower was right there, for him and all to see!

That moment was special, that moment in time,
when the whole world was watching, yes, stopped on a dime.
We saw the flames burning, our hearts they burned too,
would there be any survivors?... Who knew?

Calls were made, to say I love you,
Life's been good until now, it's been good loving you.
Say goodbye to the kids for me, tell them be strong,
Tell them daddy loves them...goodbye, so long.

We saw a man falling, from way up above,
Who was that man? Did he not feel loved?
or was he just desperate, to escape the heat?
We all watched in horror, as he fell to the street.

So many were dying, it was too hard to bear,
Many just couldn't get down the stairs.
Some just stayed put, thinking help will come,
What they didn't know was, the damage was done.

The bravest ones, I saw that day, firefighters, on the way,
into the fire they would run, climbing higher and higher,
To save others lives...from that raging fire.
They did not know then, it was a tragic mistake,
All they knew was...lives were at stake.

Many escaped from the tower, running for their lives,
we saw them running with terror in their eyes.
So many people were running just like the others,
They were their fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers.

...And then suddenly another plane appeared!
Was it coincidence, orjust something weird?

When it hit the second tower, at that very hour,
it became crystal clear, that it was just as we feared,
It was not a mistake, someone asleep at the wheel,
It was an attack! that one and all, we would feel.

From that day forward, everything would change,
The world was unrecognizable, suddenly so strange.
Innocence was lost, and war came at great cost,
We learned that terror, was more than just a word,
It was what we all saw, felt, and heard.

So now here we are, so many years later,
Is your pain, grief and fear, lesser, or greater?

Only God can help us now, with all of our fears,
It is he, who promises, to wipe away our tears.
And pain, death, and all of our sorrow,
Will all be gone, in what will seem like tomorrow.

Yes, God will surely help us, I know he will.
But, still it's hard to forget, Sept 11

The day the world stood still.

John Derek Hamilton   
December 20,2012 
Final revision October 13,2015




Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Sekhmet ---Evil Goddess of Egypt

Listen to the sound of a terrible roar
Gnashing of teeth, a rending of flesh,
Singed is the desert, with the dust of her breath
Seeking revenge, with arrow flamed death

She is a warrior goddess, even mountains have cowered 
Daughter of Ra, spewing lightning storm fires
Thunder and clouds, are crowning her head
Mistress of dread, brings on trembling slaughter

With the body of woman, she wades through the waters
Her head is of the lion, with devil in eyes
Eyes of a diamond, where a demon resides
Claws and sharp teeth, sits among Satan's brides
Death and destruction, are the things that will please her
The joy of the kill, is what birth has conceived for

Stalking the land, she is the warrior of sands
Lost in the wrath of her furious path
Egypt remembers, and quakes in the rubbles
Her breasts small rosettes, ruthless whims of her wiles

Intoxicated she is, by the lust of her dread
Dressed in the red, of the blood of the Nile
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme | |

THE PHARAOHS



THE PHARAOHS
by

JOHN M. ARRIBAS

		


It wasn’t the Pharaohs that ruled the Nile
It was the priests that sanctioned  their style
As long as the Pharaoh kept playing ball
The priests insured that he’d never fall
To make him acceptable to poor and unshod
They elevated his position to a living god


Scams have existed for thousands of years
They prey on ones greed and mortal fears
People have been duped by the glib  tongue
Like Lenin, Amin, Castro and Mao-Tse-Tung
Cultures are swayed by the gifted speaker
Obscuring the facts from the reality seeker


Elections are  stolen with factual distortions
Twisting the truth  into diametric contortions
Demagogues and tyrants have little to fear
They just say what the masses want to hear
Independent thought can be a risky proposition
A word in the wrong setting can send you to prison


That kind of oppression can’t happen here
We’re a democracy with nothing to fear
They follow the polls ,the trends are clear
Our leaders will say what we want to hear
   







Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet | |

In Defeating You, I Slay The World You Live In

In Defeating You, I Slay The World You Live In


Stoning you, I slay you , cut into you 
with hatred in my rapid surging heart
Such is very deserved and more is due 
I try to break your body all apart 

As you cry for sweet mercy try to think
you that lived and wallowed in darkest sin
Gleefully you drove me into the brink 
as you grew the hate that I once lived in

Beg, graven coward for any relief 
as I break another bone for sweet joy
Deriding my every moral belief 
claimed power over me as a mere boy

You shame me so, my dark and evil twin 
I defeat you, sink the world you live in

R. J. Lindley, 1973

Poetry Form:  Sonnet


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Total # Words:	111

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Gabriel

Boy the things throughout the centuries that I’ve seen.
I’ve been around a long time watching in the wings acutely aware and keen.
I was there when Nimrod proclaimed to the nations he was God and built the tower.
Ignoring the Father as he abused his nation and his power.

Going on in mans history came another tyrant his name was Nero.
He was absolutely insane he watched as Rome burned and his gain was zero.
Going on into mans future I observed another tyrant come to the scene he was Napoleon,
A dictator who became an emperor his personal war on Europe was obscene.

Being here for a long time mans history evolved to Adolf the mass murderer Hitler.
With his thugs he brought Germany death and destruction; he became the ultimate anti-Christ and a dictator.
Over ten million people died in that last World War.
To this day you can still see the deathly scars.

So far as I looked back all I see is mans nature to fight, make war, and to kill.
The wars started by these evil men have tried to break mans will.
Now in the present day a trend is continuing man knows no other way.
Their habits, their evil deeds are still here to this day.

Now as I look from the heavens an evil presence is rising again in the Middle East.
Only this time it’s different, it's the Prophesied rise of the beast.
You think carnal man would see this evil trend, because history is repeating.
The way of man is about to end, Our Father is angry, He’ll be seeking.

Our Fathers legions of angels will be returning to end mans reign on this earth.
Stopping mans madness and to stop them from annihilating himself, it’s all been predicted long before are births.
You might be thinking who is this speaking this way. Speaking for the Father? Who is he to say that God will prevail?
Well I’ve been around here waiting for God’s summoning since Adam, my name is the angel Gabriel.

We have been waiting in the heavens to fight the battle against the evil one.
Waiting for the Father to say it’s time, mans judgment has finally come.
The earth will be God’s spiritual kingdom and He will reign amongst men.
His truths His ways, His love, will prevail and all worthy will enter the kingdom.

Copyright © Robert Ball | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku | |

Haiku x Two

Humble angels implore
Kaffirs unsaddle holy alms
If Kings underrate

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tanka | |

Evil Came Calling

                                                 evil came calling
                                               creating devastation
                                                     unholy fury
                                            unleashed on the innocent
                                         the world stood still in dismay
                                                     




For Carolyn Devonshire's
"Remembering 9/11" contest

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

Silent Lies and Deception

Silent Lies and Deception


In the silence of murky waters
There slithers oily snakes of the night
Wearing masks of deception
Beware of fools singing with Stalin’s tongue

The KGB shall set you free
Drowning you in the river Volga
The cold water keeping your lips tight
Whilst the silent ones spread their deceits

Lies, lies their dirty little lies
I wonder how their tongues wag and loudly sprout
So righteous, like imams with out a doubt
I call for radio silence

When comes the clique of hate
They say they have none, and
Maybe this is true
They run out at times, spreading it to you

Those who truly have good will and peace
Growing like flowers in a botanical heaven
Never spew the bloody insecticides here on earth
That alters the genes of peace in me and you

Beware of white sheep
That howls like the wolf at the full moon
A wise man knows the meaning of silence
Silent ones simply slither sneaky prose in the night

The Caspian Sea
Holds many ghosts who if not for death
Could tell you many silent tales
Of those with a million smiles and twisted masks

Seekers of the Silent Lies and Deception

	Dead Sea and salty tombs

		Silent in womb

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016