Charmaine Chircop Poet Couplet

Ghosts In the East End of London(John Loving Iii's Haunting Pass)

1888 the year of terror and fear
throats slitted open from ear to ear

JACK THE RIPPER  preying on the road
He 's spooky and wears a black coat

In the evenings his skills paint red lace
so good at his job,he kills as he plays

In Croaky Moors hiding his shadows
roaming in alleys and meadows

Five victims ,Five whores slasshed to death
Breasts thorn apart,their hearts on the bed

a stalker,a cannibal in East End of London
drinking in bars,His hiding a dungeon

The prostitutes tongues pulled  out from their roots
sending the killer in the best of his moods

Years passed come and gone,each dusk cover dawn
five ghosts are heard aching in one brutal moan

Jack's name still an echo in the narrow back streets
Soul's blood is still shedding,for justice it pleads

Scothland yard officers were being fooled
from "Hell" and "Dear Boss"letters,Jack ruled


Ruben and i tried to capture this cold blooded guy,
but we'll pass it on to J.R, Investigator with Style


Go for it  John...
  
-------------------------CHARMA

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July 22, 2009 at 9:26 AM Yikes! This indeed a scary tale. You certainly rose to the challenge. Good job! Karen

Debbie Guzzi July 21, 2009 at 1:43 PM most excellent and blood curdling recounting! Light & Love

Jared Pickett July 21, 2009 at 8:33 AM AWESOME write about the maniac mass murderer "Jack The Ripper"...........:JP)

John Freeman July 20, 2009 at 10:13 PM Great narrative Charmaine, should be enough gore. Ha, God bless Moses

Carolyn Devonshire July 20, 2009 at 7:26 PM Great take on Jack the Ripper, Charma! I have seen some documentaries on his killings and there was some speculation that "Jack" was actually a member of the British royal family. Of course, we'll probably never know the truth. All that remains are the stories -- and the one you tell is awesome! Love, Carolyn

Carrie Richards July 20, 2009 at 6:07 PM Yikes.....I WILL NOT SLEEP TONIGHT!! Great job, Charmaine !!!

John Rhinem July 20, 2009 at 5:11 PM Ps. "Excellent Job Here! Very Ghoulish & Gory Indeed!!!" ~ Why, I have met a couple of people just like Jack before....Yet, its a little bit different, when you face them eye to eye; especially, when one of them begins to cry...."My Love & Warmth, Always To 'You & Your Loves,' (Until The Ghost of Jack, Faces His Final Damnation, Forevermore!) Eternally, John!!!" ~ "Beautiful Dreams To 'You,' Beautiful Charma Charmaine!!!!":):):) Smile, "Goodnight, 'Princess of The Ball, Princess of Them All'" ~

James Marshall Goff July 20, 2009 at 5:04 PM MAGNIFICENT! Charmaine!!!! "souls blood is still shedding" cool!! you have never frightened me before! Charma! ....but I'm "shiverin' me timbers!" now!!!! great work! jimbo

John Rhinem July 20, 2009 at 5:01 PM Smile ~ Oh, I have only played once in a game within this place at Poetry Soup before; and that was over two and a half years ago....But, "For You, My Dear Beautiful Charma Charmaine, I Shall Again!!!" ~ Smile, and I am thinking initially, of "The Zodiac;" since he was, but a home town, "Boy!"...."Thank You My Dear, And, 'Beautiful Dreams To 'You,' Wrapped In Warmth & Love, Always, John!!!!":):):) Smile, "Have A Gothic Night, My Ghostly Writer" ~

John Loving Iii July 20, 2009 at 4:10 PM WOW! you did it. this is a magnificant piece for the game. and it ranks up there with the top two, good work. john h loving iii