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Details | Free verse |


It looks like a simple brownstone building,
Not much different then any other but it’s residents,
Are of the haunted kind, not made of flesh and bone.
In every window a wind chime stirs, gently caressed by
A chilling winds icy finger tips, after all this is known as
The house of spirits.
Witchery or voodoo’s domain, it is a place of salvation for
Spiritual challenged, listen to the beautiful music they make,
Singing within this their walled cage of brick and mortar, these
Ethereal victims lost.
Here in peace they wait for the light to find them, a waiting chamber,
Of the lords misstep souls, those whom walked off the righteous path,
Yet are not without redemptions wanton of need.
Wanders of limbo’s astral plain, seekers whom roam blindly until 
Finding a doorway threshold, then crossing over, into this the house
Of spirits.
A corridors slender passageway, a way stations layover for those tired
And weary travelers to rest until their final journey’s end comes for them,
Sanctuaries power house of the supernatural.
Behind these red doors dare not the mortal flesh clasp the gilded knockers,
For within are things of the unspoken variety, creature protectors waiting at
Bay for the stray intruder to wander forth upon this sacred ground.
Angels kindred brethren whom seek out evil, destroyers patrolling the
Darker shadows for night stalkers whom wish to feast upon the forsaken.
But light’s white power is a mightier force to be reckoned with, and vanquished
Will the devils spawn into the depths from which they came, into the bowels
Of hell shall these demons be thrown into the blackened pit from which they came?
In the twilight’s ethereal hour, a mid-ways breaking point between light and dark,
A shimmering glow strikes this standing watch tower of abandonment’s forgotten,
And heaven’s flood gates are opened unto them, calling these the lost upwards
Towards nirvana and at last know true peace.
It looks like a simple brownstone building,
Not much different then any other but it’s residents.
Are of the haunted kind, not made of flesh and bone.
In every window a wind chime stirs, gently caressed by
A chilling winds icy finger tips, after all this is known as
The house of spirits.



Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

The Bell House Tower

We saw a dim light upon top of the Bell House Tower
a scream echoed out and then a dark shadow slipped 
by the light, in the midnight hour.

What was that? I asked my friend, I don't know
she said, but it sounded as if something has met
it's end.

The wind was blowing with such a strange howling
and all the city lights were off making it dark for
mysterious prowling.

A loud, maddening laughter rang through the air and
stood on our arms, every one of our hairs. We ran like
crazy down the alley way and never looked back until
the light of day.

The next morning a crowd had gathered at the Bell House
Tower and every one was shocked to see it was the bell
ringer who rung the bell, hour upon hour.

Not a sign made anyone sure of what happened, but we know
what we heard in the midnight hour, mad laughter from upon
top the Bell House Tower.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Buried Beneath

When the moon smiled crimson
weakness departs...
Set, you're the storm darkly clouding skies
across a red desert stained
in an ancient evil being
one spawned recoiled serpent deceiver
under the sands hides
bringing disorder mixed with violence
creating war destroying all good
where nothing else matters...

I turn around looking into your eyes
soulfully held captive with shadows
helplessly falling to the knees
as watchful eyes dart
to old desires pulsing ruby red,
perfect prey captured and held
forever in her clutches 
drags hearts to their fates...

Sapphire seas churn, storms pass the centuries
light years from now
when the breathless flame burns blue
an eclipse totally takes over the heart
once upon a time
weakness you fall by the way side
as strength is held
within a union of crowns
for she reigns as queen of the heart
owns every key to my demise...

Buried beneath the sands
and times forgotten
names and dates written
on the surface by her finger,
then blown away
on the same winds she rides,
free to prowl once more.

(A collaboration by Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler)

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


Dead men tell no tails, or so the winds of 
Destiny’s say.
On judgment hill from on high, 
Voices do echo downwards, as the 
Noose does sway, back and forth, on the
Hangman's tree.
These gallows, of oaken branches, act as tethers,
 Shackles, holding the forsaken, souls prisoner.
Ghost phantoms cling, to it's rotten limbs,
That break beneath times endless rampage.
Regrets fallen horsemen, of the old west, 
Stand guard, sentinels on horse back,
Wearing a tarnished tin star.
God's law keepers, are  branded, sworn,
By their honor, to protect even after death,
The gates of heaven, from this spawn of hell.
Beware evil desperadoes, no mercy will
This the lord's posses show unto you, 
For these riders bare a different mark.
A silver cross of justice, given by
The Almighty’s hand himself.
Say thy prayers, all lawless men,
For on this day, does the rope tighten,
Around your neck, there is no reprieve,
No salvation for evils deceit.
Hell bound are thou, the devils breed.
But beware, there is no escape,
From this grave site.
At dawns first light, as it spreads
 Across the western horizon.
Know that yee, are one of many spirits
Doomed, to be weaved within the
Tangled limbs, called the hang
Mans tree.










Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


Down deep beneath fathoms icy keep, where deadmen’s
Scream in utter silences aquatic hell, amongst the devils
Graveyard of wreckage's carnage, there exists a ghostly harbor
Of phantom ships!
Anchored are the souls of the undead, and vessels craft for which
These commended rode upon, tethered by chains forged in the
Fires of the demonic, each linkage a sin committed by greed’s
Deceit or murderous deeds done in life!
Many ominous flags wave within the shifting under currents,
Thus rippling in tides of infamies eternal, but none compare
To those eternally feared, as the pirates of the bloody
Skull and cross-bones!
By the pegged legged dead man’s rotting corpus, or the
One eyed zombie sailor, there is no name more feared in the
Whole seven seas as that of the pirate known as Black Beard!
Just the sheer mention of this cryptic Captain of larceny,
Sending a shivering’s chill through the briny depth, into even
Davey Jones skeletal remains, buried within his timbered lined,
Entombment’s burial locker!
It lies completely frozen in a block of glacier ice, perfectly preserved
In death’s never yielding grasp, the Queen Anna Revenge, all hands
Of the unrested crew awaiting for their Captain’s supernatural orders!
This hell cat of the seven seas, still railing against the devil’s final decree
Of death, Black Beard stands at his captain’s wheel, screaming in defiance’s
Rage, cursing in balsams tongue of vengeance!
Demons child spawned from mortal flesh, died in the smoking guns aftermath
Of battle, but the grim Reaper held his spirit in bondages bloody contract,
Signed in the x mark of youthful innocence, the captain of darkness,
Gave him the dirty deed of the final inquests executioner!
At the calling of his dark master of purest evil, the Queen Anna Revenge,
Is released from her frozen ice prison, slowly drawn upwards to
Emerge from the depths of the deepest abyss, of the Barring Straights!
This dead man’s ethereal craft, bursts unto the surf of the living,
Ice cycles of monstrous size hang from the sails and mast!
An icy covered death vessel, with one mission to undertake,
And to collect the souls of the dammed or forsaken,
By the hated and dread pirate, Captain Black Beard,
Scourge of the Seven Seas!
The living cling to life, in shadows fear cast by the
Queen Anna Revenges shadow of death, as her heckling jackal
Captain Black Beard, steers at terrors spinning wheel, “By hook or Crook,
Nay none shall escape my vengeances wrath, “Says this notorious
Doom master of utter evil!
As his shark infested disciples arrive, for their bucket of bloods
Chummy festival of human flesh, and bone banquet, Black Beard
Summons the life essence by naming’s hailing aboard, laughing
At these poor mariners pain and agony, until the last
Screaming’s echoing ends beneath the briny deep!
In the chilling breeze, phantom souls hang downwards from
Crow’s-nest above, while others are forced to walk ethereal plank
As one last torment, just to please this black captain of death!
Then the Queen Anna Revenge, returns beneath the cold waves
Until she is called upon again to fulfill her never ending quest,
For Black Beards thirst for ultimate revenge is quenched,
With the souls of one thousand dead men!

Dedicated to Linda the Poet Destroyer

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |


Tiptoe into my room
and hide behind the curtain;
You wait to slither onto me
and be my demon.

You lurk in the shadows
waiting to pounce upon me;
You seek to capture my soul,
and you do so through my body.

Hallucination or reality,
you make it hard to comprehend;
you show me a starting line
on the dead end.

Tearing through my flesh
you bruise my bones;
clenching on my nerves,
you make my sanity moan.

Flowing through my veins,
you want to poison me;
suffocating my being,
with your invisible brutality.

Would you make me yours
and never let go;
Or would you destroy me
and throw me down the road?

Copyright © Amrita Jha | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Whistling Past A Graveyard

whistling past a graveyard Devil may care, but I have no regard I walk among granite tombstones six feet below are boxes full of bones I find myself in a dark, dark room only to realize it's a witch's tomb gravedigger has bodies to retrieve on this night, Saint Hollow's Eve

Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |


There was a little boy so blue.
Amongst the pain of life he grew.

He wondered where he'd be one day,
so, Satan helped to lead the way.

He longed to walk home in the sun,
but evil forces made him run.

The Fallen Angel's sick revenge
was to use children to avenge.

He made them bullies; very cruel.
"Persecute this child to - and - from school!"

No one to trust to teach him well,
so evil led his pride to swell.

There was a little girl as well.
Who grew up in a different hell.

She was abandoned by her Mom.
Her life was anything but calm.

She was adopted by a frigid pair,
but she longed for love and truth to share.

Nobody seemed to fit the mold,
Consumed with lies that she was told.

Satan also grabbed this chance.
She ran through life without a glance.

A player; she could not commit.
Her soul-mate had to be legit.

Now, he's my husband; I am his wife.
I finally took that chance in life.

For I was ready to forgive,
But he had never learned to live.

How ironic, that these two should meet.
I'm ready to ground; he runs in defeat. .

Now here I sit back at the start,
While my  "soul-mate's" going to break my heart.

See, he's still a runner and I'm here to stay.
Two people can't grow if one is this way.

He promised to give his soul to me,
But I am still one in this unity. 

We have since decided to compromise and things are much better. 

Copyright © Astrid Ivy Gibbs | Year Posted 2008

Details | Quatrain |

Something Evil Will Come In..........

  Shake the snowflakes 
from your shawl,
throw it there across the chair,
come and sit down with us all,
we have stories we can share,

  Solstice time is coming on
we are gathered here tonight,
that no soul shall be alone,
we will hold each other tight,

 lean against the door my son,
barracade us all within,
for before this night is done,
something evil will come in.

  screams and moans 
may sear your soul,
but you must not turn aside,
God will aid you in your goal,
Keep the Windigo outside!

  Hark ,my son,I hear him howl,
on the ridge above the creek,
Windigo,oh fiend most foul,
you shall not gain what you seek!

were you all afraid?
did I spin a scary tale?
well "tis just a joke I played,
oh my,but you're looking pale.

  Horror stories are the thing
sitting late before the fire,
don't get mad,
come ,let us sing,
no, I'm really not a liar.

  What's that knocking 
that I hear?
someone open it and see.....
' tis the Windigo 
my dear .............
and it's coming 
just for me.

Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme |

Overcoming Evil with Goodness

Overcoming Evil With Good...

"Do not be overcome by evil, 
 but overcome evil with good."
This verse from scripture
 is often misunderstood.

Many tend to "get back" at someone 
who's "wronged them."
Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend.

You cannot fight evil with evil--
this isn't God's plan!
His concept of love and mercy-- you
 need to understand.

Remember  the words Jesus said in the beatitudes.
Perhaps this can stop any 
"revengeful attitudes."

You were called to be holy--
with Godliness in mind.
To be filled with his mercy... 
being gentle and kind.

Rise above whatever evil 
may come your way/
Overcome by doing this with 
God's goodness... today!

Allow the cross of Christ to be
 lifted up in your life.
Allow his spirit to remove all malice,
 bitterness and strife.

A compassionate and loving person 
in you... others will see!
What you do today--will impact your eternity!

An overcomer of evil is often
 difficult to do.
Obey and trust God--
He will see you through!

By Jim Pemberton 
Rom. 12:21

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

Park Bench Ghost

Why am I emerging from the dark 
Staring at a bench in City Park. 
Breathless air without a bird in song. 
So I sit, unknowing, yet belong.
Sudden waves of anguish flood my mind. 
Feral, vicious, senseless bursts of time. 
Then a calming whisper fills my ear
And my reason now, for being here.
Minutes of my final day proceed.
Mockingbirds and peanut squirrels to feed.  
Speckled sun through breezy treetops sway 
And two hidden figures inch my way. 

Choking arms, a weakness, loss of breath; 
Forced behind a thicket to my death. 
Off they bolted free without a trace. 
Now I'm vengeance. Patiently I wait.

I'm aware each footstep, as they move, 
But this peaceful park is where I choose. 
Soon they stalk again. I know the place. 
Little do they know the wrath they face.

Gene Bourne


Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Nightmare on Elm street

            "My college try at 'You're in a Horror film "

               something has taken over his spirit
                I do think I'll be his next ...

                The land line rings , I answer Hello ? a response with crackling voice.
               " Do you remember me , I am an old friend ? "

                Who is this ? I respond noticing the rain falling hard ..
                a sketchy voice response..

                I am here , can't you see me? 

                "is this a sick Joke ? as I grab a knife for protection"
                I'm calling the police ! This is Harassment ! 

                " The police are here ' ....'in a psychotic response 

                The lights go out , the lightning from the storm has
               hit a tree, I am scarred now, looking for all candles to light my way

                A loud Knock !  Again a knock , I  slam the phone down , fearfully
                 lock the door fast, yet trembling. It's as if someone is breathing 
                 a cold breath with a long finger nail running down my back ..
                Knock Knock again , I look out the peep hole, it is the police !
                 Opening the door , The Policeman says " We are checking to see
                 if you are Ok ? You need to let me in and stand behind me "

                  The policeman calls for backup to Elm Street .
                " Someone said they saw a tall man with a mask and knife enter
                 your basement , The storm has blown out the electricity, lines are down "
                Grabbing the cordless, I respond " someone just called , scarring me! "
               That is not possible , these lines have been down for hours , the person 
                 driving by called prescient on a cell. 

                    I try to get a line and the phone is dead ....

                 The policeman is searching the home with a flashlight .
                  As he goes into the Kitchen I see a large knife in his Back shirt ,
                  Now he is laughing ..the phone rings ..

                         'you're in a Horror movie contest '      

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


It is the magic held within the darkness, the whispering of the night winds,
Echoing through haunted graveyards, cast are thus ancient spells, illuminated
Beneath the harvest full moon, in this eerie landscape the underworld is 
Released, and the undead are free to walk amongst the living, mingling on
This sacred holiday of mysticism, and it is so called, Halloween.
In the ethereal shadows figures move with shades dark eloquence,
As ghostly phantoms enchant the souls of the innocent, passions
Pleasures soothes the hearts of sadness, for tonight the very air itself
Is magical, offering a moments release for the spiritually condemned,
Until the last stroking bong of midnight, is heard off in the distance.
Sorcery's wicked witchy women, fly by sources unseen power of the
Supernatural, cackling with laughter's wild sounding of the jackal, do
They weave their intricate incantation's, to capture their victim's of hearts desire.
Blooming on the mountain side, the wolf bain does blossom, and hidden
Beneath its evergreen leaves, is the star gazer dressed within wolves
Furry garments, howling love sick, unto his ill fated mate, she so answers
With screams reply, and the pack adds another member, and now
These forbidden lovers run together, beside the path of humanities kindred.
Mischievous tricksters are they; poltergeists playing trick or treats pranks,
Vaporous creatures whom thoroughly enjoy frightening humanity unto 
Their inner most core.
But heed my warning dear friend; call no priest, for blessing sake for
These demons of mists, shall reek, havocs vengeance upon thee, 
Instead leave them well enough alone.
A twisted fellow is Mr. Jack-O-Lateran, appearing body less, with his head
Impaled upon fencing’s spike, what a Gringrichy grimace does he so make,
As a candles light aglow shines from within, his mounted handled top hat,
Exposing the freakish smile on his orange pumpkin face.
The vamperic ring master, on this night of horrors terror, welcomes the unwary
Traveler, to take part in this celebration extravaganza, come one and come all.
Let us so partake in these evenings’ festivities, El Carnival, 
As the children of the night, serenade mankind in the back ground,
Beyond our earthy realm.
As the mornings first rays of light, brush their finger tips across the
Horizon's canvas, the darkness is banished once again, creeping 
Beneath the under belly of the sun, as all evil creatures melt, and fading
Within the shades hollows, until next years celebration takes place once
More, on this darkest of holidays, called Halloween.


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


The aged gypsy woman speaks,
A curses ancient spell, a dark ruins incantation,
From ages long ago,
Beneath the full moons illumination, a single red
Drop of human blood is spilt,
Upon the blossoming wolf bang, turning
It velvet shin to redden crimson.
Cruelties hatred and malice, has created
A beast that travels by night alone, underneath tragedies
Fallen sunrise this emotionally crippled animal
Pleads for mercy’s redemption, but it is the shunned
A banished unwanted thing of hell's domesticated
Born with the devils marking, his birth right of the
Demonic plague, justifying torturers agonizing
Punishment making it a serial killer by moonlights
Accursed is he from father to son, until the final seed
Has been made undone, for only the fresh bite of loves
Promised sacrifice, can release him from this fatal curse!
A whispers echoing, is carried upon the night winds
Screaming breathe, run son of the damned, never linger
Too long in this world of man, seek the sheltering shadows
Live by thy own basic instincts of survival, for nothing
Can save your forsaken soul!
Never to love, or be loved in return, for the claws of
Retraction will be the rippling at the throat of loves
What a blood baths banquet to be served at your bridal
Celebration, the leavening of the intended served on the
Silver platter of regrets feasting table of remorse, beneath
The blackened chapel of the devil’s own kindred!
Within the castle walls that bleed, in the dungeons
Of sorrows cage, the beast of the fields howls at
The elliptical giant above, for it has killed its own
True love, and relished within the murdering!
As the gypsy's woman’s laughter, heckles at him,
The moonlight streams through his cells prison,
Enough you old hag, I’ve had enough,
Begging the jailer, to end his torment,
The man shape shifter, becomes the night stalker,
One single silver shot is fired, leaving
Nothing behind but smokes illusion,
And a hushed whispering of thankfulness,
Is the reprieve of generations of the unborn!


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |



In the thickets green, it waits, hunched
On all fours.
Leering, its piercing eyes set aglow,
By passing cars headlights.
Slowly, the creature moves, almost
Without a sound.
Creeping across the road towards
Its quarry, and salivating.
It's a sharp-toothed critter, the size of
A small bear, lies in waiting, for
His victim to take a misstep.
Weaving back and forth, it
Strikes against the prey,
Until satisfied at the raw
Experience of death, has
Been concluded, to it's
Bloody satisfaction.
Flesh to bone, a killer
Feasts in the night, leaving
Devastation in the wake behind it.
Claws dripping, with leavening remnants,
A vile thing, an experimental
Chameleon blending into it's
Surroundings perfectly!
It hides in the shadows unto dusk,
Stalking, ambivalent to danger,
And ever aware of its surroundings.
The La Chupacabra, sits motionless,
In the underbrush waiting.
Where does it come from, is it
Fact or myth?
Evidences wrongful creation by
Only future generations may
Discovery the truth.
But until then I'll watch closely
At night, and if I were you,
I'd do the same.
One never knows, what may be
Lurking the darkness?
Or whom might be looking,
Right back at you,
Hiding in the black shadows of night!


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Pantoum |

Empty Eyes

There was nothing but emptiness in his eyes
It was like he didn’t have a soul
He hid it well like wearing a disguise
She looked at him and saw two black holes

It was like he didn’t have a soul
He stared through her like she was nothing
She looked at him and saw two black holes
His empty stare had her heart bumping

He stared through her like she was nothing
He hid it well like wearing a disguise
His empty stare had her heart bumping
There was nothing but emptiness in his eyes

Copyright © Nilo Thomas | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |



In the dark shadows of the ancient past,
Creatures move within the kingdom of darkness,
Hidden illusions of faded forms of existence, roaming the hallowed
Halls in echoing’s of delusions, royal tombs shudder beneath
The grounds at leap castle in Ireland, for here the haunted remain in
Silhouetted ruins of life ethereal! 
It started with the slain royal holy priest, slain in the midst of the
Lords words of Spiritism, at his own brother’s envious sword arm,
Greed’s fever driving him with the madness of fortunes purse strings!
But a deeper evil bore itself within the bowels of the castle hidden
Keep, those murdered by impalements sharpened point edge,
Then left for the courts rats to feast upon, three cartloads
Taken by the future were these skeletal bones removed,
Unknown by names thus so buried in a mass grave of the
But this sacrilege awakened something horrid, an unnatural
Entity, a supernatural beast known as simply the elemental,
Or thing, residents in residence in this unholy place of the
Hauntings ethereal displaced!
Whom knows for which it came, this vile creature of the
Demonic darkness, oozing with the foul odor of burnt flesh,
And molds decay, the beast roams without mercy’s reverence,
Tormenting the living, driving them utterly mad at the sight of
Wrapped in the shaggy hair of the untempt dog, it has the
Piercing eyes of the hell hound, yet the boney fingers of death
Touch at the living to torment, with a playfulness of a family pet,
Smiling in a seething temperate with its wide griming sharpened
Fangs, the thing awaits for the screaming to begin!
Within this castle of pain, many lucid men and women
Have gone insane, trying to escape from this venue of evil,
But hell’s accrued castle retains a heavy toll from the mortal
Souls of humanity!
In the storms of the ages it’s been battered this collision
Clammily of stone and mortar, built and rebuilt until the
Living left it to rote and ruins ultimate decay, no priests
Words of holy resistance, can save those spiritually trapped,
But time and nature, vengeances is a force even the supernatural
Cannot resist!
But some men never learn, and have rebuilt what should
Have remained left alone, and it, the thing awaits once more
In the shadows of the past, ready to emerge at the right
Mishaps turning, and beware the evils rebirthing in the halls
Of Leaps Castle!



Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.

Copyright © Miche Ulman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Sacrifice

(a place no one has ever been)

We live out in da country
Miles away from anyone else
Papa and six boys, well, we're young men now....just sayin
Momma died at childbirth when baby brother was born
Love it here, cept at night, sleepin through “the howlin”

Big old wood frame house, island by grassland; den da forest
We keep a farm of pigs, goats, even cows; what da heck for ?
Every night Papa slayed an animal; laid it at da edge of da woods
Never new why until he called us six boys together one creepy night:

“Boy’s, listen to me, listen good….your Papa’s dying, 
It won’t be long
The last 20 years, your Momma and I set out here a sacrifice
I don’t know what in God’s name is out there
This thing ain't human
Notice how it’s quiet for a while so you can get to sleep
It’s feeding time
Damn right, it’s eating the sacrifice
Long as we put them dead animals out
We live
When I’m gone, it’s up to you six 
Be my Nightwatch, ya hear me boys !
You all are men now
I love each one of you very much”

Father finished da story, den...
Said no one ever been in dem neck of doze woods
He bought property twenty (20) some years ago;
Prior owner told him da whole story

In a  way I look at dis big monster as our protector
I've heard screamin at night, den da 'howlin'
O man, den dis loud munchin, chompin, chewin masdacated cry
Den more 'howlin'
Call da police ya say?  No way.  We safe...
So long we feed him, or it
At night: WHOAAA am scared to death

Papa's been gone a few years now
It’s up to us six to offer up da sacrifice
Every night

We older now and don’t all nestle up in one bed
Howlins still be, but we sleep at night best we can
Hated killin doze animals, deys didn’t do nuttin wrong
Dares no other way; we twied once and almost got ourselves scavaged alive

Am not goin out dare, never, not to
A place where no one has ever been

Copyright © Thomas Carney | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |


Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.

Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
ink intact.

Copyright © Miche Ulman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Carpe Diem |

Face Of Night

When night face appears:

  Hades erupts with the 
hammer of death,stiring 
the waters.
Lemures dashing forth 
and back preying on 
wandering souls-tell-tale 
odor pervading the 
Resistance is like chasing 
Shackles of bondage 
looming,even the blue-
blooded under chains 
and fetters.
   Howling winds 
harmonize with howls of 
night marmosets- 
creatures of doom.
Splattered blood spread 
like cancer: a norm of the 
Mountains of carcasses 
caressing the sky.
  The world becomes 
scene of blood bath,
carnages mounting, 
screams perforating the 
   Long ago,a human 
phoenix lived and died-lo 
he lives!
(Carpe diem)! He offers 
hands of goodwill with 
beaming smiles.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Medical Field Of Dreams

                                         Medical Field Of Dreams  
Doctor Duit and his staff say 
There is no cure for life or life assurance
For all things medical and medieval
Take 2 aspirin and call us in the morning
Leave divorce and other sorted things to lawyers
We’re headed for the golf course where we belong
When I get ill I see the nurse and her thermometer
In the end I get it with an Obama bill
There is no anxiety, as medical is free, or some such fantasy
If I have to pay, I’ll take another pill
That’s way too much to swallow
Government approval is mandatory
If I don’t comply I’ll simply die
They tell me that I’m well
Which translates, terminal
Nurse takes me to the quiet room
Studies my symptoms, searches for solutions
She asks me for my soul and, “Are you covered?”
“At night when sleeping”, I say 
Doctors take to golf course for the cure
For schemes and dreams
They are seen no more
The final health care nightmare is
Illness is what they say it is 
According to biblical prognostications and medieval ways
Submitted for your approval
Go home and pray for health
There is nothing like that here
Nurse says to me; “How will you be paying for this today Mr. Functionary?”
“Why, with my life of course and not a penny more.” I retort

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Victim of Susceptible Disgrace

The night was odd, dark, and nowhere to seen
People shuttered in the most crucial way
I beg some help, I'm so frightened
The tone of his voice 
The dagger he tightly hold
The mark he burnt in my legs, I crawled
He crashed me like I was stoned
My eyes closed, terribly knocking for justice
Blood runs to my veins, blood runs for crime
Tormented, wanting truth
Chanting a lightless tone 
The anatomy of hide and seek 
For I tortured and slowly meek 
Years of slavery, bitter case
He held me like I'm a victim of susceptible disgrace

Copyright © Amor Otong | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

The Black Hound of Destiny (English sonnet in tetrameter)

As darkness takes our souls to hell
what has become of pleasant dreams
when death has tolled its final bell
no one remains to hear the screams.

Gwyllgi calls, the end is near
as demons dance across the land
their laughter chills a heart with fear
for fate has shown her evil hand.

Awash with blood to purify
the world of Man's eternal rage
no longer can our words deny
Gwyllgi's here to close our page.

And no demons shall rape and kill
for evil comes from Man's own will.

Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet |

Dare I, Own Up And Confess

Dare I, Own Up And Confess

Whispering shadows floating in the dark
Sound of laments ringing in their wake
Biting with wicked teeth so like a shark
seeking one lost and lonely soul to take!

Alarm clock wakes me from such a dream
yet bloodstains are at foot of the bed
How silly! All was not as it did seem
nightmares rage inside my old, aching head!

Rising to race quickly to the cold shower
stepped in a slippery,soft and warm mess
Blood on my feet, shows dreams have power
now the police demand I own up and confess!

Waking! My ankles shackled to these bars
Got a feeling,this dream going to leave scars!

Robert J. Lindley. 08-15-2015

Note. A dark sonnet for a change.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |


She appeared through the darkness,
Crawled into my bed
Twisted herself right into my head.

She cast a spell
That would last all night
And dissipate with morning light.

I would tell you 
If I could
She spoke a language not understood.

I was mesmerized.
I couldn't resist.
I followed her right into a mist.

Reds and blues
Purple-ish shades.
Lit up this scene in a beautiful way.

Then she stopped.
Right at the edge.
Lifted her arms as if making a pledge

A burst of colors
Gold, yellow and white.
It would impact my vision as an incredible sight.

She started to rise,
Up off the ground,
Slowly...slowly started spinning around.

I was mesmerized.
Didn't know what to think.
In a way Ifelt I had too much to drink.

She started to glow.
And the glow just got brighter.
I had this sensation of feeling much lighter.

I could see past her beauty
For the very first time.
At the very same moment scared out of my mind.

I observed my surroundings
And then looked below
I look to be floating and appear to be gold.

All of a sudden I felt her touch
This might sound crazy 
But this was too much.

I had this sensation
A burning desire
At any moment I could burst into fire.

Incredible beauty.
Yet she terrifies me.
I must get away but don't know how to break free.

I can't run away
She's inside my head.
I know I'm asleep, asleep in my bed.

Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |


The bell rang                 
It was time to go
Everyone was happy
'Goodbye teacher Pendo'
'See you tomorrow'

Oh! My poor soul
That died every night
The brutal death without mercy
I was a fighter
But not after dusk

I walked home
Knowing my death awaited me
I knew he would kill me again
Leaving me in pain
My everyday death

He was ruthless
I lived by his rules
I really did try to live
But I still died every night

He drank not from his well
He blamed me
For not cooperating
He stole from another man's well
My unknown man's well

I died every night
Died in the arms of a man
A man I called my main man
The man I called my step father

Copyright © Faith Simotwo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

When a Man cries Himself to Sleep

When a man cries himself to sleep,
it is a sad sight to see,
tears roll off his cheek
and onto his bed sheets and pillow case.
When you hear his somber cries,
you can feel his pain
when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear.
No one knows what they do to a man
when they play with his emotions,
lead him on,
take advantage of him.
They don't know what they do to an innocent man
looking for love.
They break his heart that is full of love,
they stab him in the back
when he needs them at his most vulnerable moment
they laugh at him, and tease him,
Do they know what they do to a man?
They slowly kill a man, who just wants a simple kiss on the lips,
they kill a dreamer, a good man, with a big heart.
They drive a man to his bed,
with tears running down his face
and force him to dream of nightmares.
When a man cries himself to sleep, 
it is that saddest thing to see.
Goodnight and sweet dreams...

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

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Beneath the shadows Buffy prowls to use “Mr. Pointy” her favorite stake
Under the tunnels she finds the blood suckers and lives she does take
Falling in love with Angel who is a good vampire with an actual soul
Feeling compassion for the worst killer in history sure took a toll
Young love was found as he fell in deep love with her too

The bad thing is if he feels one moment of true joy they were through
He found that joy and became the evil man as he’s ever been
Everyone in Sunnydale became enemies of this once true friend

Vindictive by nature he traveled out and went on a killing spree
After a few weeks he found his way back to the arms of Buffy
Memories they share but they can no longer be together
Poor Buffy had hoped they would be soul-mate’s forever
In the cemetery is where her and the crew slays vampires
Revealing the madness of also sending them to hell by fire
Each of them help; Willow, Xander and her mentor Mr. Giles

Searching for ways to save the day they travel for many miles
Lurking in darkness, Spike, also known as “William the Bloody”,
Attacked and killed innocents for years, yet fell in love with Buffy
Yet another vampire in love with the enemy who won’t slay a friend
Every day preventing apocalypses while to hell vampires she did send
Regardless of the chaos and love triangles she saved the world in the end

Date Written: July 20, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016