Best Allan Poems

On the night before Christmas, alone in my house, 
Sorrow gnawed at my soul, like a ravenous mouse.
Entombed in my blankets, I struggled to sleep,
Ready to snap if I counted more sheep.

I rose at the sound of scratching and creaking.
“Who’s there?” I cried, “Is it...

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I was inspired once a long time ago
By something that I read
I never knew such amazing things
Could fill the inside of my head

I always thought that poetry
Was about love or romance,
I never knew it could be dark
Suddenly I was entranced.

A whole new world had opened...

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Accosted many years ago
By the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe
I'm now obliged to come forthright
About that dark eye-opening night.

It's only fair to let you know
I've held a torch for Mr. Poe
It's all because of the ink of his pen
That my love for poetry did begin.

(His...

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Warning - Don't read The Raven and Watch Hitchcock on the same night. 

Once before my bedtime, nearing, which I dreaded, fazed and fearing,  
Stories mother would read me before she closed and locked my bedroom door —
    While I washed...

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Edgar Allan Poe
Is he friend or is he foe
He wrote a great poem called The Raven
A sly bird known for misbehavin'

Entrant into Andrea Dietrich's "Seeking a Fresh Crop of Clerihews" contest

9/23/2012...

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Dear Edgar,

I could not endure the tragedies of your short life,
suffering through the death of your young wife.
Orphaned at the tender age of three years,
is it any wonder that you cried unending tears.
You were only forty when death came to your door,
such a talented hand...

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His
damn heart!
Still it beats!!!...

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I 

See the phone towers with the lights- 
Glowing lights! 
What a world of mischief and sorrow their pattern foretells! 
How they twinkle, twinkle, twinkle
In the icy air of night! 
While the clouds that are gray
And so boring, seem to snicker 
As they watch over...

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Note to self: Never again read 'The Monk' 
by Mathew Gregory Lewis 
before drinking myself into a diabetic coma...

...All night long
The Wandering Jew requested directions to salvation;
That is to say,
Whenever I wasn't being pursued by the Bleeding Nun
- She seemed like a good enough sort
For...

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It's no accident that
I found you today
God has intentions
And very mysterious ways
We all have different beliefs
Parents gods and disapointments
Different ways for our anointment
But if I were you and you were me
What would my anointment be? 

Yesterday I made peace with God
I thought I was dying
And...

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How is the dew that came
Before rain and sun's flame
Gone so fast
Is it because its wet
Was only enough for shrubs
And shrubs are easy to forget
Or is that no glory last
Where the sun scrubs
White the sinews of trees?

You who once policed the law
Did also make the...

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Whilst Jon-Allan was out Iraq to warfare ban, 
In 2007 he sustained an injury, rocket attack, 
So that doctors had to amputate his left arm, 
But after rehab he continued the sport’s crack. 

He’d been a weapons technician in the RAF, 
At Basra airbase, and...

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Maverick Free Verse Contest

Edgar allan poe
The master of all horror
He makes you think
He makes you gasp
He makes you worry

He's the master of all
Poetry
The wizard of all
Short stories
That send chills down your spine

After reading you look
Over your shoulder
Always watching
For goblins and ghouls
Threatening to haunt

He can makes...

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The Raven and the Bard
-Daniel Henry Rodgers

The Raven's quill drips shades of blackest night,
Its haunting words, a melody of fright.
The Bard's natural lines, like "Evangeline's" fair hair,
Shed history's warm light to chase away all care .
From shadowed chambers where dark ravens shriek,
To hearthside tales that...

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(a lighter-hearted parody of the masterpiece poem “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe)

Once upon a noonday sunny, while I smiled at something funny
In the park where children play and suitors woo,
’Midst the sound of subtle flapping, suddenly I got a crapping;
On my cheek I felt...

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