Best Baying Poems

POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?...

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A pack of snarling wolves
baying for my blood.
Battered, bruised and bleeding
yet I won’t give up the fight!

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Jan Allison
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Baron Von Frankenstein sent me, an invitation to the ball
To be held on Hallows Eve, at his castle in the great hall
I had nothing planned...

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Have you ever pondered
shadows are made of 
softness, they are not 
hard surfaced like 
those of us existing 
outside of the white noise

unable to grasp...

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fo'c·'sle    /'fohksel/  noun  deriv: forecastle
      1. the forward part of a ship below the deck,...

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Yet Pushed, Ever Onward, I Dare Tread

BEHOLD, I wade into darkening mists,
My journey, clarification of Fate
When I balked, black ghost said, I insist
Hurry destiny cries...

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There’s a howling in the air tonight
A baying at the moon
For the hound is running free again
And his voice has joined the tune
Of a thousand...

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  Another Cruel Link in their Chain 

1.   Beginnings

Her babe was her joy, such a beautiful boy,
	and he suckled her breast till...

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Neath pink cotton candy clouds,
a blood-red sun sinks from sight.
And Luna slowly ascends,
sculpting shadows with Her light.

The moon's mesmerizing rise
is like a hypnotic trance.
Luna is...

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I hear the rustling of the trees
Echoes of knights riding on the breeze
Sent from the castle in the clouds
Trying to calm the baying crowds.
In that...

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There are painful pitfalls to happiness
No one, not I, is immune to misery's tragic tune.
We cry in the night like a wolf baying at the...

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At dusk the amber eye begins to close
Our dusty anthills fading from its sight
The midnight moonfright black-lit aura grows

Entrenching us in hollow, fiend-filled night
We lose...

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Lost sounds that call a memory to life

Loose change jingling in the pockets of children.

Baseball cards riffling in the spokes of a bicycle.

The clack-clack of...

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Small cobalt clouds on the horizon
As a dusty blue mist
Appears upon the top of trees
The sun gives all a pink kiss

Wondering is that the same...

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Snow creeping drifting down
Falling slowly toward the ground
As October skies turn gray
Growing colder along the way
Silence haunting in the night
Wolves baying giving a fright
Hearing footsteps...

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