Them Or Us

My crypt door was open, I found myself walking Out into darkness that Halloween night Encumbered by dread at the sound of the living I sensed that they knew I was out for a bite But why when they think that we dead are so creepy Do they shun the daylight and seek us in gloom For with the moon high they must hunt silhouettes And once it’s descending they all meet their doom * My tale has been told but there’s more to be read For “at least fourteen lines” is what this contest said So… The ‘living’ with all of their smart intellect And juices that flow warm and red Will find that I’m neither polite nor correct When I suck their blood till they’re dead 25 October 2022 Contest: Halloween Sponsor: Emile Pinet

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Valsa George

Date: 11/30/2022 8:08:00 PM

This first hand narration of a spirit out from his crypt is quite interesting. He is out for a 'bite'. Who can stay without fear when he sucks blood of his victims till they are dead? Well deserved win Terry and Congratulations !

Terry Flood
Date: 12/4/2022 10:46:00 AM

Thanks, Valsa. Appreciated. Terry

Heidi Sands

Date: 11/30/2022 11:40:00 AM

Congratulations for your win :)

Terry Flood
Date: 12/4/2022 10:45:00 AM

Thanks, Heidi.

Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 11/30/2022 10:38:00 AM

HAhaha LOLOL Congratulations on your win Terry! :)

Terry Flood
Date: 11/30/2022 11:02:00 AM

Thanks, Linda. Hadn’t noticed the 14 lines rule at first. Managed to sort it out… do you reckon they spotted it?

Emile Pinet

Date: 11/30/2022 9:49:00 AM

Congratulations Terry! Your poem earned a distinguished place in my Halloween contest, this contest was all in fun, and your poem was a good example of that. You should be proud of your placing, there were many good poems submitted, yet your poem caught my eye, well done my friend, Emile.

Terry Flood
Date: 11/30/2022 11:05:00 AM

Thank you, Emile. It’s so rare that I write a concise poem that I was astounded to have to come up with half a dozen extra lines. I seem to have got away with it. Terry

Sand Blown

Date: 10/24/2022 5:31:00 PM

...mmmnnicehahahaaa....the 'm' or 'you's thee m r us....andt them...ore us as their blood oars our veins.....mmmmhahahaaa ...cofcof....haaa.......stans sand

Terry Flood
Date: 10/25/2022 2:49:00 AM

Er… thanks (I think).