Diane Lefebvre Poet Rhyme

Fearful Things

I walked on by a graveyard, very late, alone one night.
No ghosts sprung from their moldy graves: no evil ghoulish sights.

It seemed no vampires lurked about, to sip my blood like wine.
And any hulking werewolves must have previously dined.

I watched in vain for zombies, with their gruesome, bloody stares.
But they seemed to be as plentiful, as wayward teddy bears.

Yet, I would duck behind a tree, on guard quite through and through,
At every car that passed me by . . transporting who knows who?

While I recalled what mother said, no doubt with some misgiving:
It’s not the dead you have to fear . . but watch out for the living!


© 2015 Diane Lefebvre

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Lindsay Laurie May 29, 2015 at 2:04 AM G'day Diane... your mother was wise with her quote. It is the living that often put us in our grave - Thank you Diane - Lindsay Diane Lefebvre May 29, 2015 at 7:38 AM Yes, Lindsay . . Mothers are the wisest of all. Just wish I could convince my own kids of that, but somehow this fact just seems to escape them most of the time. Thanks for you nice words for my late mother. Diane l.

Lanette Kissel May 28, 2015 at 4:21 PM This poem was good fun. I really enjoyed it. Lanette Kissel Diane Lefebvre May 28, 2015 at 4:25 PM Thank you Lanette, It went together so smoothly, it was fun to write!

Samual Ronthorpe May 28, 2015 at 2:04 PM Awesome couplets! I REALLY enjoyed this work. The ending was spectacular. Very good! -- *Sam I Am* Diane Lefebvre May 28, 2015 at 2:24 PM Thank you so much for the really nice praise Samuel. A fun piece to write. Last line came first. Took about 15 minutes.

Skat A May 28, 2015 at 1:15 PM very true the biggest monsters are humans Diane Lefebvre May 28, 2015 at 1:27 PM A true reply from you SKATA and a true warning from my mother, long gone and in her own grave. Thank you for agreeing . . but sadly, with the world the way we see it presently, who could disagree?