Oh no, Tokoloshe is coming for me.
I don’t want to die.
Oh, my God, I better flee.
I’ll hide behind the Suonoki tree.
The vicious predator won’t find me with his evil eye.
Oh no, Tokoloshe is coming for me.
There is no one to rescue me; I can see.
Inside the underground catacomb will terrify.
Oh, my God, I better flee.
Through the skeleton headwalls of his enemy,
Tokoloshe will devour me, but why?
Oh no, Tokoloshe is coming for me.
The hellion has come to collect his fee.
On that, I can rely.
Oh, my God, I better flee.
Oh dear, Tokoloshe, don’t kill me, I plea.
I want to live, I cry.
Oh no, Tokoloshe is coming for me.
Oh, my God, I better flee.
a cute catacomb
place where we would like to roam
there we have our home
find a place to hide
we should see quarterback slide
first down was denied
she was with a smile
while she had walked down each aisle
number can compile
devil avoid
as well as slip by Freud
friend an android
Probably should have made it four entries instead of only one.
In the dark recessions of the corpse canals,
Where the breaking of bones sounds the eerie air like the clanking of bells,
Where the tearing of tendons whistle and hiss,
Echoing across blood water lakes laced with piss.
Found deep within a Carcass Catacomb, where the restless undead candidly roam,
There are, unfortunately, the unlucky few who call this home.
Sunken cadaverous corpses sink restlessly, forever seeking to escape and flee,
If not entrapped within an infernal sea, suffering in blindness with naught to see.
There! Deep below swim the loathsome drowned, cursed to breathe the contagions of innumerable ilk whilst eerily unfound.
And so to the canals are they forever bound, with rotting bones whiter than milk,
flowing in a surrendering of flesh, bleached flags of corpse silk.
There was a cat in a catacomb, licking on an ice cream cone, just
biding time to go back home.
A little lonely but not alone, there in the catacomb.
Catacombs, slumbering dead
Slipped from life emotions shed
Blistering dark, insects creep
Dead will all their secrets keep.
Concrete world laden grey
Occupants have had their day
Guardian angel made of stone
Feelings nil for those old bones.
Silent wait 'til judgment day
Undertone of great dismay
Dust motes dance display macabre
Ghostly song from long-dead bard.
Tourists come they're not naive
'tis their fate they do perceive
Footsteps shuffle then they run
Eager for life, air, and sun
My apologies but I am taking a trip down memory lane with this poem . The piece was written after a visit to the Capuchin Crypts in Rome. I took poetic license with this piece it was not a typical subterranean catacomb. However, It made a lasting impression.
Solid ice ranges and the shallow sea kept me alive,
For eon's I enjoyed the ice age while the sea bumped the shores,
Watched summer melt ice in glaciers and rain clouds turn to ice
Cyclic events kept us live to every ones joy.
Then came the insatiable greed for humans sustainable need,
Releasing energy beyond their generated lazy creed,
Raising water levels activate open fissures,
Releasing buried energy with new rampant destruction.
I was the last true landmark standing on fragile ice blocks,
Engulfed I submerge in the warmth of the sea for ever.