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Ghosts

In a dismal old fashioned cell at our ancestral home, Wherein coconuts, new and old, heaped like a hillock dome; Kid-butterflies, we're often asked to pick some for curry, Finding phantom-forms we ran as scared as rabbit bury... Ghosts of the dead, cloud-looking, appear before the living, Like quirky grey fogs, smokes, or polar creatures, fear-filling! Great buffets - Necromancy holds - of hosting for the ghosts; Thirst of restlessness of souls could be quenched- animism boasts... My logician friend, at the name of ghosts, like thunder, laughs, Scared, like a mouse, at celluloid ghosts; impulsively coughs! My alienist neighbor mocks at the poor ghost-affected; He, in anger, shouts and yells, like a spirit-infected...! Returning home from Saint Jude Shrine, my grandpa narrated, Ghost - a monstrous muddy vulture - flew after me, dread spread! Helpless, like a lost, at that odd hour of snoring slumbers, I genuflected; made signs of the cross, countless in numbers... Ghosts got into human beings, like, termites in the wood, Jesus, chasing them away, their cruel power, withstood; He worked, as on war-time haste, erasing, greatest evils, Did the traditions allow him to nail down true devils? Merchants and money-makers bake ghosts- cakes and sell gently, Spreading tales on ghost-havocs, they hoax humans kindly; Holocausts, burnt offerings, and slaughters they delight in, Cannibalism, for ghosts-sake, in their eyes is not a sin... Fire-walking, hooking the flesh, live animal wedding, Cow-trampling, hanging in the air on hooks, hand-hair plucking... Goety, Bruja, Lamia, incantation, witchcraft... Aren't all such mountainous magic and myths great ghosts-updraft? Phasmophobia, like death-knell, is a fright alarm, Like illness of body, it hurts the spiritual realm; An equilibrium of body, mind, spirit, and soul, Could free us from false fears, molding us integrally whole... Humans are ghost-angel amalgamation in nature! Loving and hating themselves and every common creature! Each thought, word, and action can turn into a ghost in life! When morals derail from the tracks of existential strife! 17 October 2021 (Missed the Contest)

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Date: 10/19/2021 6:46:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your knowledge of ghosts, as well as your well-thought analysis of their existence in your awesome poetic style. God bless you.
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Christuraj Alex
Date: 10/19/2021 9:27:00 PM
Thank you very much.
Date: 10/18/2021 8:01:00 AM
It's too bad you missed the contest. It's very well written
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Christuraj Alex
Date: 10/18/2021 9:18:00 AM
Thank you so much.