Fear and shame
Gripping at my veins
Are we both
Feeling the same?
Doubt clouds
My memory
Of the love
That we shared
Do we both
Feel the same
Outside forces
Bring a consistent
Storm
The clouds bruised
Looming over us
Our new ceiling
Lightning flashes
Thunders crack
Epp! Will you hold
Me & protect me
Through this storm?
Do you have a rain coat
To get through it?
Dance & kiss me
Sweetly through it?
Or will you run inside
Deadbolt the doors so
No one or nothing
can come in or get through it?
Will you stand beside me
& withstand this storm?
Hold my hand & walk through it
Or are you all just the same?
Saying promises one day &
Then fleeing another?
Will you stay & embrace me
In my pain?
Black and white rainbow with tornado eyes
spinning spotting hard on a lightning bolt;
Such electricity in a slow dance;
Rhythm picks up with the darkening skies
lingering on finger tip’s gentle jolt;
Detonation of pomp and circumstance
but really it’s merely a soft whisper;
Beginning with a lock of the deadbolt
you rendered me immobile with a chance
to feel our heart’s race watching the thunder
advance.
Minuscule marshmallows in weak cocoa
there is no taste in the heat of the South;
It should always burn the top of the mouth
and be soothed inhaling a ball of snow;
Those worn out carolers will need a jolt
so the hot air doesn’t cause them to faint;
Narcoleptic has become a poor trait,
out of tune voices outside the deadbolt;
Pushing against heat exhaustion is hard;
Asleep on your feet is not a new kink,
always they’re begrudging any such drink;
Left sweating like a melted greeting card.
Let’s put the painting
there
no
there
next to that one
yeah
yeah
Socks paired
his rolled tight
hers flat.
Where to eat
Here
No
let’s try that place
the one we keep saying
Sure
perfect
Leg over leg
warmth
we listen to the other breathing
Late
one checks the deadbolt
on the front door
careful not to step
on the sleeping cat
Midnight at my bedroom window
I thought I saw hanging a black widow
When suddenly I heard a bunch of noise
And realized it was a hoodlum gang of boys
Looking for trouble down the street
Making my scaredy-cat heart skip a beat
I could see their shenanigans in the park
I was alone and it was getting dark
Snuck down to check the deadbolt on tiptoe
That’s when I wished I had learned judo
Thoughts of doom set a chain reaction
And launched a panic attack of epic proportion
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on September 27, 2018 for contest SCARY OR SPOOKY POEM sponsored by TANIA KITCHIN
A dark night, no stars, no moon,
light rain
the rumble of distant thunder
a gunshot, close
the sound of feet, running
loud voices, screaming
a car door slamming shut
tires skidding
another gunshot
a pause,
footsteps on the porch
doorknob turning
a rattle of the door
deadbolt holding
police siren, closing fast
footsteps moving
and then it stopped
distant thunder, light rain
no stars, no moon
6/2/17
Waiting is the greatest pain,
Though most of me remains slain;
Legs propped up on iron heaters,
In my mouth spins an egg beater-
Roughly, duct tape holds it there,
Wrapped around my crimson hair-
Holding in the spinning end,
Tearing so no one could mend.
Will my torturer return?
I cry to think of all I've learned.
Even through the scars he burns,
He says there's more for me to earn.
Waiting, gurgling, and praying,
Burning, yearning, burnt legs splaying,
I can't conceive what could come after,
I resort to insane laughter.
Though I choke on blood and teeth,
Through the smell of my burnt meat,
I laugh harder, my mind flees
Closer toward insanity.
The deadbolt slides, I hear the door:
Creaking, scratching on the floor,
He walks through, I smell him now,
Expensive cologne flows down.
He leans in, I feel his breath,
Then his hands upon my chest,
He whispers one last sick goodbye,
"You won't be the last to die."
No deadbolt here;
No bell informing
Of presence--
My echo returned,
Calling me
An awakening voice…
Enter, I beckon;
Child of mine
Long before conception--
Loving you
Even when still
and though heartless--
Infant Summation
yet to be christened--
Brought forth shapeless,
Self of infinite imagination-
Dreaming: "To be or not to be?'
all potential, ever expandable--
Immeasurable dark and light…
Your name is written, "Endless, Timeless!"
Indelible ink, that of my spirit--
And the stroll,
A universe, dwelling
In and without
Immortal!
Do Not Open the Door-
Merely because someone or something is on the other side.
There is no—Back to the Future...
NO redo’s’—cannot always simply just close the door.
Once it is open, nothing stays the same.
Nothing is forever…but there are no take backs also.
Take caution in who and what you let through the door…
Think for yourself… trust yourself…
You must stay your course and not wavier…
When the doorbell dings…Pause a moment and think.
Peepholes are good—peek--see—think…
Don't open the door to strangers and things…
Trust your gut…what you know…
Remember those your mama warned you about…
You can always stand quiet---let them leave…they will
Proceed with caution and care--Be very careful before you
Unlock the deadbolt -- unlatch the chain… Turn the knob…
Is it your Density or your Demise…
Knocking on the other side---
…back to the future… 10-21-2015…the movie…
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
I'll take some time to dance with my demons.
I'll take some time to speak with my angels.
I'll take some time to think for myself.
I'll take the time to fulfill their requests.
Then, I'll shiftlessly shift through memories of times past;
Unlock corridors and peek through mirrors;
Hoping to find the clearer message, that was once written, just for me;
Because in reverse contexts, it will surely make sense.
But to no end, I bend, to see under thrice turned stones and still come out empty handed.
Trice with might, I'll break through deadbolt doors for a glimpse;
Just to make sure my skeletons are still in their rightful places;
Before I lock them away once again, to rattle in their own disgraces.
Then, I'll take some time to dance with my demons.
I'll take some time to speak with my angels.
I'll take some time to think for myself.
I'll take the time to fulfill their requests.
Then I'll continue to search for the rest.
Underestimated
A Poem by Debbie_Philly
" I wrote this all the way back in 2009 when i was still getting my footing... "
Underestimated
The wind blows
My mind is frozen
Blocked, deadbolt
Locked
Like a collection
In collapsed verbiage
Feeble attempts suppress
Obstructed
A need for intellectual
Intercourse frenzied as
Life prescribes liberty
Unobstructed
Saving grace for this
Impervious spirit labeled
Women interrupted by
Deprivation
Soul searching questions
Merging unanswered by
Its own complacent fear
Underestimated
No longer will there be
Restrictive whispers in
My ears scattered about
Reassuring
A promise to leave doubt
Behind to plunge ahead
With ideas embraced strong
Undiminished
By: Debbie Kelly
Copyrighted:
3/23/2009
The warmth of your fingers
Caressing my shaking shoulders,
The comforting weight of your arm
Resting around my waist.
Until you closed that door.
Rotted wood and a flimsy frame
The rusted golden knob sneers at me
Daring me to open it.
But I won’t.
I claw at the cracked pine,
Burying my nails into the decaying wood,
Shredding the once white paint.
Wishing it were you.
The cabin sits against the forest wall
hidden from human site, it stands alone
isolated
in the dead of winter, the cold has a jagged edge
things crunch
twigs snap, upon a sparrow's landing
the freezing wind brushes painfully across the cabin
like an artist, whose hands are brittle with decay
forcing the branches to scrape along the upstairs window
like fingers trying to get inside.
the cabin creeks, showing its age
as it settles in, for a long winter
outside, the wind continues to show its fury
as the cabin's walls whistle eerily, to see whose listening
the clock chimes downstairs
For now....
we are not concerned about the footprints, leading to the back door
they are of no consequence at the moment
but in a few minutes, maybe less
they will be.
the cabin stands alone
hidden, isolated
in the dead of winter
no one can hear you scream
the deadbolt turns....
It entered the heart, this misty ball of light.
Then found its way around the moat,
darkened metal deadbolt.
It tickled and teased (quite pleasing).
It had pristine sensitivity-sensuality
but it was never meant to be.
Deflected to the silver path,
it settled in forever's forever,
Deep into the heart of a grand giver...
Something it needed and deserved).
I hope it can live in peace
if only for a short while///
before death primes the walls of its
tomb.
Rocky’s Nightime Visitors
By Elton Camp
In a sleazy hotel Rocky decided to stay
But he figured it would likely be okay
He turned the deadbolt and set the chain
In safety he intended that he’d remain
The neighborhood far sure not first rate
But he was tired and it was getting late
Hookers passed outside on the street
But none of them did he care to meet
He went to sleep but heard a sound
That told him something was around
Rocky felt a light touch to his cheek,
And opened his eyes to take a peek
Quite wild eyes he saw looking back
And legs that were slim and black
He wondered what he was gonna do
Easy to handle one, but there were two
Even a macho man like he felt alarm
And had no doubt they meant harm
Although it would give him no thrill.
If necessary, he was willing to kill
They came to his bed totally uninvited
But their presence made him excited
But it was far too risky to let them stay
So Rocky brushed the big spiders away
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