Best Continues Poems

In the cemetery I walk, so dark it is this night.
 Hoping that the Ghouls won't start to bite.
I feel the tug of the dead, as each grave I pass.
 Thankful this nervous tension won't last.

Armed with my Animation supplies,
 I stare out at all the green glowing eyes.
A chicken for my blood sacrifice,
 Raising...

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I see the shadow on the wall,
my breath catches and hope falls.
He has found me I do despair,
The Axeman is standing there.

Hiding in the house all day,
waiting for the return of his prey.
In the pantry watching through the door,
night is all he waits for.

Silently he makes his way through the house,
silent as a deadly mouse.
Started...

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caressing book-trove...
its story trembles beneath
my dreamboat-fingers
   ~ an indelible invite
      ~ each peculiar a jewel

11/2/2018...

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A
sigh
summer
stars shiver
in fear on coldest
night as voices echo in bleak
emptiness looking for refuge as birds congregate
in hush sandalwood violating hourly the dawning of flight in white lace of light

1/19/2024...

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Lost in confusion
Blurry passage of hope waits
Journey on hault


FOR JOURNEY CONTEST...

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X Continues Marking Many Spots
                        by Odin Roark

Anonymous living suits many,
gypsy fever of the brain.

Seldom hiding in the shadows,
the glare of klieg-light attention
forever glares upon responsibility,
a disease to many,
a growing malady for...

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Small town
. . . . . News bound...

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Helen Keller: The Miracle Continues was initially telecast as part of the 
syndicated Operation Prime Time package in 1984. ~ Hal Erickson As Annie 
Sullivan and Helen Keller, Anne Bancroft and Patty Duke could not have been 
better. The battle of wills and wits between the two is engrossing, becoming 
quite involved and very interesting....

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One year Passed Dolly had long 
Since given birth to a baby girl
Named Desharah, a green eyed
Heart stopper. She and 
Amadeus were growing up 
Crazy about each other.  She 
Was 2 years old and he was 
2 years old as well,
born 2 months apart.
He ran from her and she ran 
After Him. They were...

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I was baptized as a Christian,
once or twice.
It's not so much that the baptism ritual malfunctioned
in some series of unfortunate events;
It's more like Taoism as my primary ecopolitical health system,
or religion,
or metaphysic,
or whatever kind of evolutionary,
perpetually eisegetical-hypothetical,
label you choose to slap on the box
you decide to keep me in,
was (0)Riginally Intended as an ego-hyphenated eco-system.

That...

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They flee.

Those immortals, back to damnation
Until the full moon, aids again re-creation

The hordes of dog-mongrels, are pacing the earth
It happens with every eclipse, their re-birth

Beginning with claws and proceeding to fang
Expanding their faces, and noses, like chain

Their muscles twist heavy, their hair un-described
Locked in their essence, is terror denied

Look!, the coolness of fog, fingers down
Settling...

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I wonder about life and what might become,
Whats around the corner for me, is she the one,

I sit back and feel the darkness creeping up,
Wondering if i should start to cut myself again, geez m in a rut,

Over the years life has thrown me some pretty heavy blows,
And so i remain the same way and...

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True love is like a flower that continues to blossom

Written By Dean Masciarelli

September 20, 2010 (12:53pm)

True love is like a flower 
that continues to blossom 
as long as you are with the 
right person

They will always be the right one 

But if they aren't the right one

They can give you a lot of 
heart ache...

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PLASTIC BAG:  THE SAGA CONTINUES

Yes, they laughed at him, full of hot air, but he died trying.
It’s easy to forget that  -  it seems  -
Plastic bags too have ambitions, careers, dreams.
He was ready and waiting for a slight opening . . . anything.

Saw Dick Whittington with his bag full of potential;
Inspired...

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We finally met, I had a bet
You couldn't look me in the eye
don't you fret, you'll soon be wet
That's a bet, not a threat
Come up between my leggs
Gently enter between my thighs
How you love to hear my sighs
Oh the ecstasy of my cries
The look upon your face
How I love the intensed look
As you girated in...

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