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Details | Free verse | |

A Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon

A cold dark yellow unhallowed moon smiles beguilingly
In the pitch black starless and cold empty night sky 
Suckling upon the blood and the very life force of 
Pure innocence, light, and goodness . . . .

Fear stirs eerily in the forlorn sound of a fog horn that’s
Blowing and crying a sad echo haunting far in the distance
It warns of the imminent arrival of a malevolent Hellspawn 
Force of absolute unmitigated evil . . . The Phantom Vampire.

As the Phantom Vampire materializes from nowhere in the 
Darkest shade of night blanketed in the thickest of fog and 
The coldest of night air . . . One can sense with utter fear 
And foreboding shivering sounds touching from the shadows
Creeping softly cold fingers down the spine with walking 
Fingers crawling inside a prism of frozen ice and in a mist 
Of souls crying in the presence of demons while yearning lust 
Of one blanket covering the sky’s face painted showing 
Hell’s own hideous face—an exquisite evil and a spirit
Drunken and moaning in an eternal fiery abyss of 
Suffering and howling sounding their own lust for pain 
Great darkness grips them who walk this troubled Earth
Without joy casting happiness to the lepers always and
Forever chained to the darkness and eating out hope
In the very end . . . . 

From this spider’s web and nest of dark perpetual evil
The Phantom Vampire transforms himself from ethereal
Form to his human form quite frightening indeed for
Any human being gazing at his grim countenance and
His most fiery red eyes glaring intently whenever he
Encounters an unsuspecting soul . . . and the sight of 
His razor-sharp canine teeth bring on convulsive fear 
In the hearts and minds of his intended victims . . . .

The Phantom Vampire’s ritual on the foggy nights of the
“Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon” is to drink the blood 
Of as many young innocent people as he can all the while 
Destroying their lives and tormenting their souls in an 
Unending Existence of evil and debauchery as minions of 
The Undead . . . . 

As a servant of Lucifer himself, the Phantom Vampire’s 
Principal charge is that of a “Soul Seeker”— and seeking 
Them he does quite successfully while destroying lives  
This unending process is interrupted only by the dawn of 
The next day’s morning as the bright rays of sunlight warm 
The Earth and purify and sanctify the power and purpose of 
The Almighty Lord God . . . . 

As a priest . . . a man of the cloth in this bucolic Irish village
Along the sea coast, I hold my head in shame and revulsion
At the evil escapades rendered by the Phantom Vampire
During his nocturnal visits to feed on the blood and souls 
Of our innocent people . . . .   

I always turn and talk to God while earnestly praying for their 
Blind souls through their gossamer eyelids and seeking the 
Lord’s divine protection and delivery from this most dark and 
Wretched evil . . . May the bright sunlight show them the 
Road to true happiness during the Feast of All Souls and to the 
Gates of Salvation . . . .

With no fear and with most clear purpose in mind and the divine 
Support of our Almighty Lord God in Heaven . . . I shall be the 
One fulfilling God’s charge in driving that long wooden stake— 
Blessed with Holy Water and Angel’s Dust—through that 
Evil dead putrid heart of the Phantom Vampire! 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 6, 2014) 
(Free Verse poetic form)


Details | Sonnet | |

Blood Moon

BLOOD MOON
Tis not our fare to see the face of God
Nor speak in tounge to those who never hear,
They dare not come and go, is this not odd
as some would please, forgetting how to fear?

And also, let us hear it, one more thing,
we'll tremble to our end, if gazing on this moon,
some say is painted blood, to look will bring
an agony that won't leave us too soon.

The eyes must turn away, or die the death,
and leave one bitter cold from just the dare
to look on it, to see the dragon's breath,
'twil bring one to believe what's never there.

And lunar madness never calls to mind
the evil waiting there for you to find. 
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Lyric | |

The Darkest Hour

From the time the sun sets, the time moon came, the time world sleeps, the time nothing remained same... the hour before sunrise, the little time left for the end of the nigh .. the visible last star, tells the story of that dark hour.. the seem less sky, the rustling winds, the eerie thoughts, whistling to me , my sins, it was the time clock stopped, the world became quite, the cold sets the room, it happens every night.. the rain drops on my window, making faces in the dark, for i , i am laying down the bed, hearing a dog bark.. the past , sleeping beside me, staring at me with its eyes red, all these years have passed, still those blood stains, haven't yet shed... i hear them scream, i hear them speak, which is enough , for me to freak.. the night is terrifying, more than knowing my doom, the crackling noises coming from the outside, gives chills to my room.. just then i saw a black mist, not that afraid now, it came closer to me, i was ready to welcome it with a bow, for the mist could kill me at that time, which is better than the memories killing me all the time, suddenly,there are no more audible voices, the dreams became peaceful and serene, i finally found my way, i am coming clean, now that the hour has passed me by, and i can say it with a sigh.. i was the savior, i had the guts, to walk the tallest tower, to live that darkest hour.


Details | Rhyme | |

Contrapuntal Moon - Parts One and Two


Part One.

A silent yawn, the moon awakes.
Compels its patron planet's shape.
As oceans shift by its command
And with its might recasts the land.
 
Below the lunar rings of mist,
A strip of cloud, a stolen kiss.
The harvest yields a poet's line
on hay-rides of forgotten rhyme.



Part Two.

While far beneath the grain we reap,
Magnetic powers guard our sleep;
But in this source protecting Earth,
It warps the minds of some at birth

A missing foresight of control,
Malignant thoughts that urge, cajole.
Your moonlit steps they wait to hear;
A twisted grin, as you grow near.


Iambic Tetrameter / Cateletic.
Rhyme / AA-BB

Gene Bourne
02-02-14




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Details | Free verse | |

I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.


Details | Terza Rima | |

Cast of a Full Moon

There are screeches from the door of the coffin That reverberates throughout the graveyard There is a fire nearby that acts as a beacon That infiltrates the undead, the great diehard Ones that obey the commands of the witch The creatures of the night roam the courtyard The place of a warlock, a man that is very rich One who rules all this evil by his beck and call Where the powers goes off without a hitch A scarecrow hangs with his pride quite tall That scares all creatures nearby, bringing fear Eyes that blaze fire, it makes all those near fall The spider webs in the mist come and appear Glowing vividly within the cast of a full moon Black cats are going to go spread some evil cheer Halloween is when these things bring their doom
Russell Sivey


Details | Free verse | |

A Cold Dark Yellow Hallow Moon 2

continued 

The Phantom Vampire’s ritual on the foggy nights of the
“Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon” is to drink the blood 
Of as many young innocent people as he can all the while 
Destroying their lives and tormenting their souls in an 
Unending Existence of evil and debauchery as minions of 
The Undead . . . . 

As a servant of Lucifer himself, the Phantom Vampire’s 
Principal charge is that of a “Soul Seeker”— and seeking 
Them he does quite successfully while destroying lives  
This unending process is interrupted only by the dawn of 
The next day’s morning as the bright rays of sunlight warm 
The Earth and purify and sanctify the power and purpose of 
The Almighty Lord God . . . . 

As a priest . . . a man of the cloth in this bucolic Irish village
Along the sea coast, I hold my head in shame and revulsion
At the evil escapades rendered by the Phantom Vampire
During his nocturnal visits to feed on the blood and souls 
Of our innocent people . . . .   

I always turn and talk to God while earnestly praying for their 
Blind souls through their gossamer eyelids and seeking the 
Lord’s divine protection and delivery from this most dark and 
Wretched evil . . . May the bright sunlight show them the 
Road to true happiness during the Feast of All Souls and to the 
Gates of Salvation . . . .

With no fear and with most clear purpose in mind and the divine 
Support of our Almighty Lord God in Heaven . . . I shall be the 
One fulfilling God’s charge in driving that long wooden stake— 
Blessed with Holy Water and Angel’s Dust—through that 
Evil dead putrid heart of the Phantom Vampire! 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 6, 2014)


Details | Quatrain | |

Pumpkin Head Scarecrow

Dark clouds trying to cover the full moon Creates an eerie feeling all throughout An old farmhouse sits upon the great height And haystacks sit down the hill and about This is where the great fearsome scarecrow sits Awaiting strangers that may come to view Ravens fly about his glowing pumpkin head Evil face exudes what it wants to do When you come face to face with this scarecrow Your days will sure come to an abrupt end A scythe he carries he surely will use And the ravens will take your soul to send Owner of the farmhouse won’t mess with him For the fear of death that’s within his bones He works around him during daylight hours Avoids him in the night within his zones Scarecrow has more power in the full moon And his alluring calls just isn’t right The great pumpkin head scarecrow glows fiercely He rules the dark fields, prowling in the night
Russell Sivey


Details | Ghazal | |

GHAZALS OF RAJAT 1-6

Words are beads O poet, in your rosary, for counting tears
Who else can but you to make strings of clouddrops of tears?


Promises are fulfilled, days departed, my eyes dried like parchment
Caravans move on, the desert road, who will wipe a bird’s tears? 

Let me go back to my island O lord, to live with my people, with peace
Who wants dark days dropping like evils on the lake of tears?


Friends are funny until their claws scratch the widows of my love
Have you got friends those have not loosened your teeth or made you shed tears?


Moon is like a golden dish full of egg poach, fried fish, succulent meat and pulao
Beggars say its god’s wish; they have to keep their hunger aflame; does a fakir shed tears?


Merchants do business and cross thousands of miles to sell their wares
Only God knows how many shadows wait for their return and shed unaccountable tears.


Details | I do not know? | |

PEACE

Basking in the sun on a warm summer day
Closing your eyes and drifting away
The day melts into a web of thought as the moon gently masks the sun

Spiraling downward towards the menacing dark
You search your soul for that life giving spark
A hope of love to guide the way to your childhood fun

As the stars move in to greet the moon 
Your inner peace rises to croon
A lullaby to sooth the soul and heart

All negative thoughts scream as they pass by
You’re in control of this wayward ride
Keep humming for your destination isn’t far

How much you desire to live this life of peace
A wish upon a star, some hope, to please
that wondering mind so full of discontent and hate

You hear and see a familiar face
It’s you at age ten just hiding away
in the dark and alone begging to be saved

You reach out to the boy to embrace him
The two of you become one again
Exhilarating this must feel to know you are one

The light behind you shines to show the way
You peacefully walk towards the light with no desire to stay
in this dark and disgusting web that the evil of your mind has spun

You greet the morning sun with love
You gaze upon the sky above
searching the heavens for God’s glory

The skies don’t open as you sit and pray
But a tingling in your heart gives way
to the feeling of peace ending so much pain to your story

This may happen to you my friend
A feeling of loving thyself that never ends
So open your heart and let the blissful peace take over your fear

It won’t be easy to block the evil and negative thoughts
But the alternative is to allow it to fester and rot
Within your heart and soul you can hear the screams come near


So, steer from this evil place you call home my friend
And accept the love, peace, and hope that never ends
It’s your world to conquer not the iniquity of pain!




Details | Prose Poetry | |

Your Face Eclipsed

Bad news eclipses sun
Like the moon orbits your face
As we grow together, rooted
This garden displays variety, its fruits
So don’t overrun simply because you can
Robbing future diversity defrauds us all
And you don’t have to love me – no
Just accept mine as encompassing
To protect from blinding madness


Details | Rhyme | |

Sulfur Crown

You’ve got a key in your pocket, black salt in your hair. Smoke in your whispers, and rust in your stare.  Tears run down your cheeks and your gaze goes cold. Face facts lil’ mama, we’re all ganna’ grow old. Left hands’ reaching for a heart of stone. Don’t you know as above, so below.  
I’ve read your palms, a tempest ruin most foul.
 Crows ganna know, and wolves ganna howl. 

The sword and the serpent, the ways of old. Stretch the flesh and visions told.
Imprisoned in heaven’s skeleton, these ghastly visions keep me awake.
2x Cut your teeth on surgical steel.  In the dark nothing seems real. Can’t shake the nightmares out of your bones.  

 Prayers unfold from my finger tips and ashes fall to the soil.  
The bleeders and believers,  it’s An acquired taste
Crows ganna know, and wolves ganna howl. 
Jesus ganna weep, when this man’s on  the prowl.
Step outside your circle.
Lost in oblivion. Step outside your circle, let the spirit take hold. 

"I feel you in my glands, echoes in my spine. Whose dream am I procuring, is it yours...is it mine? There's devils in the chimney, whispers down the hall. Eyes are getting heavy for the sand man comes to call. Rest weary brow, and slumber divine. We'll dance upon moon beems,... beyond human design."- P.C. 


Details | Quatrain | |

All Hallow's Moon

Oh souls that brave All Hallow's moon
whose shadowed face would bid us swoon.
We stare upon your ghostly veil
a-flight on twilight's empty trail.

And yet, we delve where darkness daunts
to fathom mystery, know what haunts
our souls when comes October's tide,
where fear and anguish both abide.

Each hidden passage, road or rill
we spy while walking makes us chill.
Gray shadowed wings on ghostlike trees
make heart and footsteps quickly freeze.

All pathways lead where horrors thrill.
The heart is numbed as is our will.
Frail steps draw close toward the lair
where phantom talons might ensnare.

How long until we're safely home
free of this mental catacomb?
These questions spin within our head
as we trek fully gripped by dread.

How do souls flee such grievous fright?
Oh moon, postpone such dreadful plight.
Deliver us to warmth and home
from black enigmas in the gloam.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Light

Darkness can only exist where there is no sign of light,
That’s why God created the moon to shimmer in the night.

The moon reflects the light that the sun lovingly provides,
Leaving very little room for darkness or the evil that it hides.

The Father gave his son to us to be our guarding light,
And entrusted us to do His work by providing us with sight.

To do the work that He has for us, He keeps us each one clean
In order to reflect His light until what’s hidden can be seen.

Then the evil will fall away as it withers in His glory,
And another page of righteousness will be written in His story.

A single one of us reflecting his love can be an awesome sight,
But when we band together we become a blinding light.

You are all called to do your part, each one adding to the measure,
And the shine that you’ll reflect will become your greatest treasure.


Details | Crystalline | |

Moon Blood Creepin'

Leapin’ lizards up in dem gizzaeds, we call it the creepy crawl. Moon blood creepin’ like rust in my lungs. A greasy beast lies deep amongst the carrion. Blessed bitch hog. The poltergeist of Bethlehem with the sweetest Lobotomy eyes. Shards of heaven digest slowly, lynched by halo…none so holy.  


This feeling washes over me in a cool wave, something that I am not familiar 
Within this life, it is strange Deja vu. A familiar yet vague feeling. I know 
Your scent. You've put life back in the rickety bones of this ol' devil. I'm 
Overwhelmed, I have yet to stop Trembling. My goose bumps have goose bumps. You 
Truly are magickal in more ways than you could ever understand. I have tears of 
Joy in my eyes and an undying love in my heart. This is an alien notion. I'm 
Perplexed, I'm enthralled by you. You're real. I know you. I've always known 
You. Are you the memory of the Celtic goddess Dea Matrona? You are the fertile 
Soil. Towards the Pantheon, onward driven up the mountain. There was you. You're 
The furthest from a stranger. I want to reside within your bones. I'm the bird 
in you rib cage. It’s all true. The scrying pound speaketh of you. Your lips. 
Your flesh... My worship. My praise beset by an unworthy tongue. I hold no court 
For your true glory. Your light Burns so bright, I feel my atoms shall combust 
With a mere interaction with your divine gaze. I'm a simple creature in the 
midst of holy notes. My mind and body could never fully decipher. Fodder of 
spirit. Honey of vibration. Water of color. I haven't any fear. I welcome you.