Further into
Deeper unto
Loneliness; its chiller shade.
From here, behind
Not there, in front
Is this impression now made.
They, quizzing o'er
A mind's strange ways.
He, led by, reverences them!
Permits whose access
Peaceful rapport's.
Exudes, which spirit each stem.
Halloween setting
How fitting
Greyhound bus like no one has ever seen
Through the back roads, Shortcuts forbidden paths into small towns and major cities
Darkness falls
Passengers don’t have a clue in what’s ahead
Their Greyhound Bus Driver dressed in all black and a touch of red as Dracula
Blood Thirst
Passenger’s outburst
Mysterious reactions throughout the bus
Within the darkness comes a heavy Thunderstorm
Suddenly a swift flash of lightning
Images appear of rising spirits focused in front of the bus on the road
Surprises unexpected, but drew attention causing a chill
Chiller tail without fail
Passenger’s scream and their heart pounded
Noise of heavy chains making a sound
Atmosphere interchange
Moans upon moans heard
The Hound bus has been attacked by all goons
The goons chant, “They want human flesh
Hunger pains agony
Years of wanting, but not getting
Closer, Closer the goons came
Ever so close being almost there
Pondering passenger’s feeling suddenly, surprisingly, and worried
The how, when and if
Trick a treat
Do you have candy to eat?
Halloween sweet in treat.
The act of Halloween
Sugar rush between
Chiller session
Sweetness sensation
Trick a Treat
Candy Corn seek
Search for volunteers
The taste with who will preserver?
Chosen look out
Observing and moving about
Sugar to muster
Candy corn batch
Eat in catch
Candy corns who might want to attack
Beyond fact
Circumstance
Your stomach won’t be able to control
Your last chance
You were told well in advance
Prepare to be sugarized
Total surprise
Candy Corn phase
Preparation being the treat in the trick
Buckle up
The start leading into Halloween
Nothing in between
One scream into multitudes
Sudden eerie conclude
Darkness fills the sky
Horror upon horror and no one knows why
Dead souls having a need to rise
The night of fright through surprise
Blood thirst crave
Beyond behave
Souls searching for flesh
Maneuvering rapidly with the time left
Hidden horror on the hour
Outward approach
Spoken words that can’t get out
Lightning and Thunder alert
The flash with an electrifying jolt
Awaken to rise
Night of Michael Jackson’s Thriller
Fright cold spelled chiller
Screams to whisper
Surviving if one can
The Full Moon won’t say
Run if you dare
The goons were be fair
All about Quench, Eat and satisfy
Fright Night
Sheer delight
Sitting in the morning sun with my puppy on my knee
Eating chocolate biscuits and drinking lang foo tea
I think that I might write a book or maybe just a rhyme
I feel if I am really quick it shouldn’t take much time
but then I look around and see the things that need be done,
There’s beds to make, the floor to sweep, the washing not begun
How very easy it would be, to ignore it all, be chiller
just sit right here with my feet up and write myself a thriller.
Like her folks
She smokes
Rough shirts
On Jean skirts
Though a chiller
She looks a killer
Her mushroom-cat
Is half-eaten by a rat
No mosquito hurts her
In her presence I'm in stir
Why this sadness on her face?
Did she fail in any competition race?
Do not be worried, O, my strong little girl.
Don’t leaves and flowers in winter wind furl?
What signals for Autumn
Its death knell?
This last felled leaf, sad as slow
It may tell.
Whilst not yet conceded
Led up out
Old lamped park's chiller diffused
Mists, surreal
City-stept, more lone, for it
Winter feel.
He was known as “Doctor Death,” a serial killer,
“One of the most prolific in recorded history
While practicing medicine in Manchester, England,
He was most disagreeable and rather blustery
Poisoning elderly women with lethal injections
Over 200 victims qualified him a monster chiller.
Seems Harold “Fred” Shipman, wanted control
Over the life and death of his patients, indeed!
Showing no mercy [from early in his career]
The presiding judge said, “he must never be freed!”
Evidence against him was conclusive, of course,
The doctor, it appears, had neither heart nor soul.
In Wakefield Prison, “Fred” committed suicide
By hanging himself with his knotted bed sheet
And rather rapidly passed into horror’s history
His wife and family stood up for him, so sweet—
It seems that his murdering spree started early
In his career…sad that so many innocents died.
SIXTH PLACE WINNER
Written August 3, 2022
Submitted to "Dr. Harold Shipman" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick
Let me play you violin
I hope you will dance
Don't mind how to begin
Till you loose all steps into trance
And wonder if you've been therein
I don't mind if it hurts
My fingers and my back
What if I got some concerts
Won't I keep oiling to avoid setback
And complimenting the overall efforts
Zero stress, keep calm
Let down the foes watching
To laugh steps long embalm
Tagged "SU dance" somehow gauche
Explode surprise into their mind bomb
Be at the top
Supply the tap
Fresh water behind
Running ever nonstop
Till standing ovation clap
And your fountain is enshrined
Rinse the pot
Set in each potato
At the reach of intense fire
Burning down chemical's dot
For all invited guests in-out Soweto
Before all to their dear houses retire
Happy birthday dear
Thrill the amusing thriller
And watch the wonder with cheer
For all cool teases to become chiller
As you await nice experiences of coming year
CHEERS! ?? ??
This limerick could be quite a chiller;
as a movie would be a nice thriller.
Who set fire to the wheat?
Leaving stubble and heat -
I hope they catch the cereal killer.
Lungs puffed in cigar, drunk lousy liver
With beer he cheered, dancing in the river
A chiller he was, in all states of matter
Here lies in grave, the cool Charlie Charter.
Dated 22nd April 2019
Sponsor Jesse Rowe
An Epitaph to make us laugh 2 poetry contest
One fine day, when it was too hot
best to sit before a cooler I thought
to sit idle is not my cup of tea
I picked a magazine to see
one recipe just held my attention
let me cook something that all will mention
I found the recipe for a cake
assembled all batter and put it to bake
then I made custard and put it in the chiller
it would be an ideal sweet dish and a filler
then I went back to read
all will be happy with this indeed
all lost in reading and enjoying the cool air
having slogged in the kitchen I thought it was fair
engrossed in the story I lost all track of time
to keep a check on the cake should have been prime
I went in and found the cake burnt
went to the freezer to check the other front
to my dismay the custard had turned into ice
oh no I thought I'd serve custard with a cake slice
now its time for all to come in
have to tell them my efforts are in the bin
got to now order food from a restaurant
the order will be the same , think its permanent
I'll never forget this day
in the hot month of May.
Gleaming, shining silver wire
Admiring skills of a crafted lyre
Music heard in all it's glory
Lured to listen to an angel story
Alas they yearn to hear the sound
Angel whispers intelligence bound
Verlaine v Grigori, Evangeline in a stir
Past softly strummed, an everlasting whir
Dark tones of fallen angels
Orphic mysteries portrayed
Performing wonderful music
Angelic life displayed
Poetic and mystic art
Magical ancient thriller
Angels and Lyres may be
An Angeology chiller.
20.04.17
The autumn air, it goes … somewhere?
Chiller strains intrude upon basking heat.
What once was green no longer lives so fair.
Mother’s tax for merriment we did cheat.
Her herald, ignored, returns once again.
Gloomy prophet of blank nihilism.
Living, then dying, so let it begin.
Reap them all, O coming cataclysm!
Happiness now, it seems a doctored lie.
Fair fruit, rotting between my teeth.
I feel the shift upon my skin, I die—
At the mere fear of sinking in beneath.
For all our efforts, we succumb and freeze.
I know my fate; I fall upon my knees.
24 August 2016
We both reached into the chiller cabinet at exactly the same moment
‘Dinner for one’ you said, and we both laughed
Our eyes met and you gave me a shy smile
‘Let’s make it dinner for two’ you said softly and you touched my hand
I hesitated, but only for a second. ‘Okay Frank' …
Arm in arm we stroll back to our rooms at the sheltered housing complex
Now we are making up for lost time, neither of us is getting any younger
I’d lost my husband several years ago and Frank had lost beloved wife
Who knows what the future holds for us
Love, romance, or companionship
We’ll just take it day by day
Contest: In the mood for Love
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
11~25~15
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