Carrie Richards Poet Rhyme

Haunted Poet's Society Continued

With shivers cold upon the hill
Words chill my heart much colder still

With tempest howls or'e chimney tops
Such howling sounds forgiving not

   Angry screams and threatening shouts
   The poet's wrath..he cries he pouts

      He gnashes teeth without his pen
      With wailing words he can't begin

         The slumbers chain has been forsaken
          By day his story will not awaken

            Who can I choose to heed the call
            For saving fate of poets all?

                Too swift upon the shadow lies
                We need your help or VERSE WILL DIE !

Please poet guest, Miss Guzzi's best
will save the night.., in this contest!





Continued from James Goff/John Loving lll

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Sue Mason July 23, 2009 at 2:25 PM This is awesome, Carrie!! Also, congratulations are due to your win in the music contest. I missed out on this being off train riding but it all seems beyond me anyway ... LOL ... you are too good ... smile

Sandra Hudson July 22, 2009 at 7:17 PM You mean there were rules? LOL...shhh...did you hear that? Listen, sounds like scratching, oh...wait.....my dog wants in...whew! this spooky stuff is great! Absolutely loved yours!-AA

Charlene Bird July 22, 2009 at 8:07 AM Great flow and scare through this piece here Carrie. Well done with the game!

James Marshall Goff July 21, 2009 at 7:52 PM you've got mail! Carrie

James Marshall Goff July 21, 2009 at 7:31 PM thank you for your kindness and support, Carrie, jimbo

Vince Suzadail Jr. July 21, 2009 at 1:08 PM I'll have to check the game rules out as I wrote the vampire one when I got mail from Jim. God Bless. Vince

John Loving Iii July 20, 2009 at 1:47 PM now soupers we have a special treat. souper ghost JMG has divided the troops one went to Malta and the other went to carrie. but that ok we want to scare everyong. ok carrie you had a job on your hands. and as usual you finished on top and passed the ball to another great souper. we thank you. John H Loving III

Carolyn Devonshire July 20, 2009 at 5:47 AM Awesome "haunted poets" poem, Carrie. I kept thinking of Edgar Allen Poe's mind slipping away as he experienced angst and endured noises in the night while writing "The Raven." Excellent work! This game sure is fun, isn't it? Love, Carolyn

Sean Kelly July 19, 2009 at 10:18 PM Great catch and pitch , Carrie . Well spooked !!! ....

James Marshall Goff July 19, 2009 at 9:16 PM am chuckling again! really a fine poem! jmg

James Marshall Goff July 19, 2009 at 5:04 PM hooorayyy! you nailed it! I am howling with laughter! this is exactly how it went!!!!! jimbo!!! 3-cheers and 3-pints for Carrie!!!!!