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The Grim Reaper Cometh

As All Hallows’ Eve approacheth my thoughts turneth to darkest dread,
Whilst in old age I harboureth a deep fear of seeing this one’s grim head;
Methinks the Grim Reaper cometh this time with his scythe in hand,
Which striketh maximum fear in me and maketh him feel quite so grand. 

Death and darkness doth pervade this spirit’s intent from that great beyond,
And bringeth one a chilling fear if one’s destiny be unending Hellspawn;
All Hallows’ Eve is the image I conjureth of my imminent departure,
But I hopeth for divine intervention and protection during this departure.

For I shan’t want to feel the fear and malediction of the Grim Reaper’s gaze,
As he eerily walketh in the deep mist to bringeth my soul into that darkest haze;
I prayeth then Oh Lord God, haveth an Angel escort me on my final trip beyond,
And spareth me the Grim Reaper’s terrifying visit and his image of Hellspawn.

I asketh thy divine power and all goodness in protecting my eternal spirit and soul,
And delivereth them to Heaven on All Hallows' Eve most sound and quite whole!

Amen!  Amen!  Amen! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - October 25, 2014
(Shakespearean Sonnet)


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Paradise Lost

Before the days when man first sinned
Angels traveled upon the wind
Everything magic shone in the night
Fairies fluttered, wings shining bright

Eve was perfect with long flowing hair
Sensuous body, delightfuly bare
Adam's body strong, he was a sight
They played by day and made love at night

Everything perfect, living in the trees
Yet trouble called upon a gentle breeze
The serpent said taste, this fruit so grand
Eve so entranced, she ate from his hand

She saved fruit for Adam, he took a bite
The garden went dark, no more magic light

A sonnet in The Wind Contest.
Written September 9th, 2013
Sponsored by: Poetess Darkly


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A Demon Confesses

A Demon Confesses


I shun the light and do so cast the stone, 
rot the meat , ravenously eat the bone
Cut my way deep in every man that falls,
eat my thrills as my victim mercy calls!

Shadows, adorning my cloaks worn with pride,
once entered I rot the mind as I ride
Pain and agony my pets serve so well,
my purpose, sending 'em all right to Hell!

Long claws my daggers I do finely shine,
accept my gifts, your soul then is all mine
Dark laughter is my sweet joy letting loose,
long is you wail, your head is in my noose!

I too, serve my dark master very well
loyal demon, freed from the bowels of Hell!

Robert Lindley,
 no date- Edited today, shortened to a sonnet 
written so very long ago!

Note: 
A taste of dark,
demons a reality so very stark,
I write safely within this brilliant light
spewing truth out to win another great fight..-08/24/2014


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Stones In The Honeyed Ring Of Time


Stones In The Honeyed Ring Of Time


Sitting here dejected, mere pile of bones
pleasure, just memory in the dark past
Strip out each lie one polishes and hones
facing truth, nothing can forever last! 

Stark reality of deeds soaked in slime 
pain, a racing bird sent to torture me 
Memories in the honeyed ring of time 
everything costs dearly, nothing is free!

Evil are the chains wrapping my crushed Soul 
Time, a sword cutting so deeply my heart
lost hope of any future winning goal 
sad truth is ripping rest of me apart!

Pile of bones, only treasure I have got 
smelling meat even after a slow rot!

Robert Lindley


Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Dark River That Sought To Flood

Dark River That Sought To Flood

I tamed the dark river that sought to flood
spreading darkness invading my blood
Battles raged for years every painful night
no victory ever won that dark fight

Tried to forget by being lost into my lust
a folly that gave all so much grief
Years passed before my learning what I must
find only source could give relief

A death leaped out into my sad, wicked life
a healing gift sent from high above
Healing to overcome all sadness and strife
mercy gifted from God's sweet love

Years have now passed into time's eternal realm
I thank divine mercy that removed "Me" from the helm!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-21-2014


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Circles of slumber

The amaryllis yawns in bed of white 
The fall of day paints shadows on the rose 
Each flower is a ward of solemn night 
Their gentle sleep upon which none impose 

Beyond the halls and down the drowsy stair 
Into the hallowed stillness of the lake 
Illuminating every pebble there 
The moon believes that no one is awake 

Yet bittern watches all with eyes of gold 
Alighted new in absence of the light 
And with his lusty call so clear and bold 
He breaks the quietude and then takes flight 

A ripple in the water seeks the shore 
It meets the rocks and ripples there no more 


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Choices, Voices and Bad Company

Choices, Voices and Bad Company

Bang , bang , gunshots in heated night air sang 
jump back , be careful where you nightly hang
Fun, fun , going where the night action stays
danger waits hidden when nights replace days!

Kick it, kick it, time to chase the gals
beware safety gone if you hang with pals
So carry a shooter , step up your game
name in the paper soon may be your fame!

Hold on, hold on, your future life has game
you grab future rejecting drugs so lame
Stand up , a man that carries his own weight
yield not to greed, lust and all useless hate!

Live on, living to find your star and shine
Live on, love in life ,  love so very fine!

Robert J. Lindley  08-24-2014

Note: A sonnet that presents today's life choices are 
often far more serious when made than young
people can realise. Seeking action and thrills 
always come with a cost. Quite often a deadly cost!
Don't freely decide to get yourself so lost!
Been there, down that, long ago..


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Light In the Dark

Life can be such a cruel thing at times
We should all have a little bit of faith
We all have our own personal form of crime
But I don’t guess that is always the case

Even in dark light will shine
No matter what it will always break through
At some point we must all find our own kind
No matter what we should always stay true

Even in the dark always keep a smile
The light inside will find a way to shine
To find it we walk the endless miles
When we find it, it will be so divine
Surely it shouldn’t be this hard to find
We do what we can to not cross the line


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The Dark Poet

A waking up, do I, Dark Poet, need
to shake my creature core from sheltered sleep.
A seed has taken root as bitter weed
that sprouts from disappointments buried deep
inside me, where a well-hid wild thing
with armored skin lifts groggy head to breathe.
No fire escapes its mouth, for it must cling
to courtesy although its blood should seethe.
If roused, the beast could overstep its bounds
and though I’ve tamed it well, I sometimes hear
in dusky dreams its melancholy sounds.
Before the dawn its murmurs disappear.
On bitter weed subsists my dragon child.
Oh, should I let it rest. . . or wake the wild?


For Irma's Dark Poet contest


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Broken

I cut to see if I feel how it's like being human,
I cut to see the pain relinquish inside,
I cut for all the memories that remain to drain down in the sewage
What symbols life runs with death in that rusty pipe.

A slash here and a slash there,
What happened in the past?
A slash here and there,
Soon the memories don't last.

Scissors, knives, razors and sharp edges
keeps a bloody smile, no more weep.
Slice and dice, trim more than the hedges
And I don't care if I go to deep.

One scar closer to a never ending dream,
I don't care if I go to deep.


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The Real Fear


The Real Fear...

The fear of darkness seems to threaten most
When one is lost and groping in the dark
Of self.  One blames unknowns—the devil, ghosts
Or even God—for fright that comes with stark,
Cold, empty blackness.  Courage will depart—
Just like a pearl dropped in a sea of ink,
Its glow will die—while fear's black magic art
Revives despair between each hurried blink
Of eyes which stare at shadows that incite
Imaginary monsters of the mind.
But oft these visions are the mirrored sight
Of what one sees within when eyes are blind—
     For darkness lights and magnifies the whole
     Dim panorama of the troubled soul.


© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~NA~
Contest: Dark and Deep (Old Poems Only)
Sponsor: Skat
Judged: 05/03/2015

~6th Place~ 
Debbie Guzzi's Contest
Judged 10/14/2014


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Dark Angel

How intricate your mind. How it can vex! A labyrinth that offers no escape, its walls are glazed with patterns that perplex. I glimpse inside. At times I stop and gape at murals which reveal an iridescence. But shallow are the joys you sometimes feel. I turn to find I’m facing evanescence. Intense emotions swell; become surreal. They swirl with thought; descending, they exude through dark partitions winding through your head. The maze becomes a spiral to seclude you from the world and me. I feel your dread. Dark angel, trapped in strange and endless gloom, to stay with you would mean to share your doom. For Nathan's ......."INSANITY or DEATH"......Poetry Contest Theme: Insanity to Darkness


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In a Dark Dark Room

The moon is full and white, and chill, this night, 
it cascades past my open window sill, 
and all the color fades to dark from light,
a monochrome of gray which can't be stilled.

The armoire's oblong shadow strays across the floor.
I watch it from within my canopy bed. 
A nightmare gallops through an open door,
a Pooka black as coal with eyes that bled.

Its jaw agape and gore froths from his maw,
as it slowly paws the cover from my bed,
a scream freezes in my throat, a bird-like caw,
he dips down for me to mount, and I am led.

Upon this demon spawn, I scour the moor
'til dawn descends to belay this foul glamour.



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Wretched Wishes

I hope one day your heart knows sting of pain
I hope to see you writhing in your guilt
I hope to God your tears are acid rain
I hope to see your blood on alter spilt

I hope to be there when you cry for love
When lonely and confused your long for care
I want to hear the silence from above
I want to see your heart lie crushed and bare

I hope someone rips out your every dream
And makes you lie on thorns instead of bed
I hope one day to hear your anguished scream
And see you look to life with living dread

For you have turned my life to misery
I hope you taste the bile you’ve offered me 

Eileen


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Revolution

When the air that we breathe becomes air we choke,
and the fires burn and consume all of our hope,
in the tears of anguish a nation will soak,
no longer could we the people hear the pope.
The skies will burn an angry crimson
and the corrupt will pay their dues,
pay for their crimes of atrocity and treason
with their lives as the revolution ensues.
But sometime in the future new problems will arise
with more people oppressed in all new ways,
cutting people down to their appropriate size,
all the way to the end of man's days.
In the cycle of humanity all will end in blood,
one day welling up in a world ending flood.


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Feeding the Birds

My morning retirement ritual,
Provides breakfast to the birds on my street. 
Food for fowl, silencing bellies that growl,
Watching the many hundreds gather near,
Huddled together on branches they meet,
With a calm patience we’ve learned to revere.

Feeding the birds of every pedigree,
Flying things, all sizes, colors, and shapes.
Hungry beaks, vibrant feathers, sharp clawed feet,
Small Finches and Wrens, large Sparrows come round.
Harmoniously singing us awake,
Their only care: yummy seeds on the ground.

My morning retirement ritual,
Feeding the birds of every pedigree.


1)  Sonnet written in Anapestic Pentameter


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Dark Temptress

Near the lobby in the great room
We first make our rendezvous
A breathy trip up to my stateroom
And I am at last alone with you

I breathe your fragrant muskiness
As I tease off your tenuous cover
And reveal the lustrous duskiness 
Of your dark body to your lover

As your wrap falls to the floor
And in all your glory you disrobe
The hungry demon waits no more
And I encup your tempting globe

I cannot think what may transpire
Shall I regret today's caprice?
But I cannot vanquish my desire
And sweet passion will not cease

Deferred until tomorrow all guilt trips
And now, oh chocolate truffle... to my lips!

February 10, 2013

Inspired by Jon Cavanaugh's "Ode to Chocolate".


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Dark Coat-Tails

Naked as the day of my birth, I lay upon the floor
coverless and chill, eyes fluttering, closed, yet aware... 
inwardly I stare, counting chest rises, in despair.
My fear of onward life is more than I can ignore.
Outside, a fluttering of wings seeking to explore,
the haunting howl of wolf, whose mating call taunts, beware,
both harbingers of death; I grasp with each breath of air,
sending scorching ripples through a shaking fearful core.

Moonlight cloaks my sentient form, and heaven guards my plight.
Covers tossed, comfort shorn, I search for ribald tales
to return to me a bit of warmth and playful light.
A hoot, a yip, a chirping melody, which prevails
reminding me of the paths beyond the pale that invite,
for I am just a dreamer tossed, on night's dark coat-tails.


Date: 9/26/12
Contest: Dreams


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Love

Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love








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OBLIVION

        OBLIVION
Your head is dead a chamber vast and void
and nothing's what you think on anymore
forgotten are all things you once enjoyed
and are replaced by life the constant bore.

Your brain's been drained you sit alone and stare
all hope's run out, your heart is solid stone
from night to day and day to night it's there
the wish to be forgotten and alone.

You think and sink into Oblivion
not caring if you fade or if you die
but only that you shed the shell you're in
you've gone beyond the questioning of why.

You are the death, the dark of greatest fear
the song of life only the dead can hear.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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Daylight Saved

Dusk, the end of day, the soften bed of moonlight,
brings wild thoughts within its sultry shadows musing.
Belle Lune, fair damsel, bringing love and fright,
release my tongue-tied self, please allow my crooning.

Troubadours have strung the onyx sky with comet
tails glittering white, and bowed each string to unite 
the pensive poet's heart and that of his fair coquette;
see them sway, a dance displayed amour in the moonlight.

Shadows deepen, have they left, thought hard, grown contrite
or has the moon, amused, drawn shadows 'round as gowns?
Will he rise at dawn, curtains drawn, write of the night?
The maid, the moon, the well so deep, the heat profound

calls to him in memory, now cooled by harsh light.
For now, there is, but the empty page of daylight.







 


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Paranormal

The Clock ticks loudly in my mind
A 6th sense tingles down my spine
As i feel i venture not alone
Perhaps it's the aura of ones dead sole

I stare in to the darkness looking for something
Although i know I'm going to find nothing
But faintly i hear a scratching sound
I immediately sit up and look around
Idled I sit, Froze in confusion
A ghostly presence is my only Conclusion

I turn on the T.V and turn up the lights
My heart beat slows as the room is now bright
Feeling a comfort because it's no longer dark
Until my dog awakens and randomly barks

The way the dogs spooked theres something you can tell
The presence of something i fear from hell
6 minutes gone of nothing but shaking
But a miracle happened and I feel the air changing

The room gets brighter! My dog sits and stares
A manly like shadow appears and draws near
Forth comes a Broad man, I feel his glow
And blinded I am by the shine of his Halo.

"An angel I am, Your Guardian " he says
Fear not any evil for the danger has fled
Protected you are, you can now rest
There will be no more of this satanic pest.
 


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Last Breath

You were a shining Star.
Few of many in the sky.
Looking up so very high,
Not knowing why you are.

Close and set you are far.
Spinning flames  knot a tie,
I note a pattern just like pi.
Colliding with me you spar.

So burn it up and burn away,
Sow your heart upon a plane.
Chart your distance in the clay.
Burn it all up then call it sane.

The explosion in the sky is His death.
All burned up He has no last breath.

(R) Registered:  2013  Ann Rich


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The Day Will Come

You’ll come to me one day and beg for love
Reminding me of heights we reached above
The dreams we shared and love we made so right
And how our passion burned till morning light

The day will come when you will need my bed
A haven was it then for weary head
You’ll come to me and beg to be led there
Where not just bodies but our souls lay bare

The day will come when you will ask of me
to take you back and give you constancy
You’ll beg of me to love you like before
But you don’t know, the lock is on the door

You laid me low, you broke me, and I died
The one who loved you, does not here abide


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Cold Pillow

I turned and find the pillow now so cold
You are not there now for me to hold
Was it only through night’s dark hours?
Is sleep so cruel to wield such powers?

To take you from me though you were not there
Dreams so cruel not to answer my sweet prayer
You felt so real and you held me so tight
My special dream lover through the dark night

Entwined together as one, not parted
Not a thread between love uncharted
To sail the hours on waves rising high
Hearts in rhythm souls touching and sigh

To turn and find that you were not there 
Left me bereft incomplete not one of a pair. 
© ~GG~ 30/12/2012


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Who's Afraid of the Dark

Oh mother, dear mother, come make my bed,
for the sun grows tired and has lost its shine;
come bless the place where I will lay my head,
surround it with angels, all that’s divine.
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Oh mother, dear mother, come bar the door,
count the slow clock's chime as shadows descend.
Eve's breeze is now listless, birds sings no more,
all the land lays in silence , till night ends.
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Oh mother, dear mother, sing me to sleep,
drown the foul voice of fears infestation;
let us join strength, to one another keep,
safe here in your care, and consolation.

Dear father, please protect us through the night,
save us from all harm, till dawn brings us light


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In A Hotel Room

In A Hotel Room

In a hotel room, she lies, literally to herself.
Their meetings filled with desire are brief.
How can she put her dignity on a shelf
Lost, between the crumpled sheet.

As a friend I helplessly watch 
As her happiness turns to shame 
All the joy before is lost
Falling for this hoodlums game.

There is no love in a hotel room
Used for trysts and rendezvous
As she leaves she's filled with gloom
Not the girl that I once knew.

Players play for keeps 
no conscience they can sleep.


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Death In the Cesspool

      Death In the Cesspool
Forget the dead, there faces never smile,
nor do they fret about life's uphill climb,
but if one must, 'tis good to cry a while,
remembering they've died from age or crime.

Or if you're of a mind to dance and sing,
while laying dead down to their resting place,
the world should never say a single thing,
as life goes on in its redeeming grace.

And if you think you'll never be the same,
what manner of a fool would want to stay,
here in this garbage heap and stupid game;
here in the pits of hell and death's decay?
        We'll sanctify the church. Nativity.
          The temple mount. The wall.
             And drown ourselves in pee. 
© ron wilson


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Black Dog

Oh, yes indeed, you thought you had lost him.
All was well, you thought you're on easy street.
Your pathway was strewn with flowers and then
nothing to look forward to but to greet
grandchildren at the door, parcel out love,
forbearance accumulated in a
lifetime. Live life orderly and above
the board you built from illusions just a
little and dreams just a lot. One dark night
you awoke. That dark canine of chaos
and despair was back, sniffing, scratching right
there at your front door, the side of your house,
indomitable and stupid and near,
drawn like a dog to the heat of your fear.


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Angel Dust

The creatures that could fly, flew out this night They brought forth their powers, with them their might The black dragon is largest on the list They are the strongest, waving their clawed fist Next would have to be the fairies so trim Wielding dark talents purely on a whim The dark gargoyles fly around with great ease Spreading the fear of death and dire disease As sure as you think the darkness would win An angel flies high, way up in heaven She saves the Earth from all evil around Drops down some angel dust right to the ground And quick as a flash evil leaves this place Angels left to sing the beauty of grace
Russell Sivey Entrant into Gail Doyle's "Angel Dust" contest 10/9/2012