Ethereal enigma echoed empathic eel ‘s emotional elevation
Elongated elusive elephant-like Edison expected ectoplasm
Extrasensory efforts of exacting Ellis effortlessly eludes evildoers
Exasperating empathetic eel and elusive ethereal enigma
Categories:
ectoplasm, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Ascend
An awakening of extraordinary proportion
Such conceptual notions a mental extortion
A eureka moment indeed
Ancients wisdom heed
Four elements ubiquitous
Attention paid solicitous
Air in total empathy with earth, water and fire
Ascend spectacular astral to obtain my desire
First time traveller I’m gullible
Ensconced in soft bubble
Of etheric ectoplasm
Safe from hallow chasm
Led down a deep depression by rambunctious elementals
Full of buffoonery, braggadocio and tough as Rose petals
Wise words now remembered
Elementals can be rendered
To your purpose fully
May yet cajole and bully
Hidden words of Will must vibrate outwardly upon
The Air to offer to He in the great house beyond....
18/15/2018
unsure of first poem date but definitely joined in 2018.
First joined 14/02/2018
First poem was “At Last”
Categories:
ectoplasm, magic, mystery, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Unlike the pond life living here
you're the one I hold most dear
knowing you're mine makes me the glad one
I'd give you my heart if only I had one.
A nucleus is all I've got
trapped in a body like a pool of snot.
Though my looks won't cause surprise
as neither of us have been blessed with eyes.
I treasure your touch, and that's not sarcasm
there's nothing like the feel of ectoplasm.
I'm Solomon, you're my Queen of Sheba
for me you'll always be my darling amoeba.
Graceful and slender, a bit of a goer,
one mighty fine super-slime protozoa.
* Just an example of what I'm looking for in the contest I've submitted, folks, although I'm sure you'll do better. Viv *
Categories:
ectoplasm, humor, love,
Form: Rhyme
Castle grounds at midnight
Spookily lit by moonlight
Black clouds were lowering
Ghost Hunters together hoping
Their collective thoughts emoting
Came greenish haze glowing
Tinged by ectoplasm denoting
An apparition visible floating
Long grey dress soaking
A grimaced face moaning
Panic stricken all noting
Few skeptics now disbelieving
Heard high pitch screeching
Saw bats come weaving
Temperature dropped to freezing
As someone tried communicating
Each attempt was disappointing
Until fading to dematerialising
They tried an exorcising
Fires of hell stoking
Their meddling chants invoking
All the ghouls residing
Gleefully saw them fleeing
As rain came teeming
Hunt no longer appealing.
Categories:
ectoplasm, gothic, night,
Form: Rhyme
I found out that ol' JD died today
The funny thing is
Is that I thought that he died some years ago
And his ghost was sputtering about in some dilapidated mansion
Where the curtains have rotted to the rod
But, alas, he nearly lived to the centenarian status
I imagine that he did not once own a television-
He only heard the horror stories and how the ectoplasm
Oozes from its mechanized chips and radioactive tube.
It must have been especially disconcerting to him that countless people
Use this medium to connect to an artificial reality, and
Thereby,
Learned about him without ever reading one word of anything he'd ever written
Within such a corrupt medium
T.V. time specials, ya know, documentaries...
the new way to read a book
advanced cliff's notes cause your a tard.
Space images sent straight from the bowels of alpha centauri
With technology that absorbs completely
Well, JD, I hope your bones feed some beautiful trees
Categories:
ectoplasm, food
Form: Free verse
Sirens screaming down the street/
cat at my feet/BBC on the tele/worried
about Kelly/air outside laden with moisture, rain/
carrying the song of a far away train/
brother can you take me back/where I came from/
can you take me back?/haunting Beatles tune no
one remembers/
so many Septembers/waiting for the arrival/
of the tool of survival/sterile
stainless steel/the past so real/hurry doc/the ticking
clock/is winding down/while no one's around/wisps of
grey ectoplasm/psychological spasm/
losing my grip/I'm too old to be so hip/:-P
life's been one long acid trip/too funny to die/
now, don't start to cry/
fish gotta' swim/
bird gotta' fly/
man gotta' ask himself: why, why, why/
laugh people, don't feel bereft/
humor, my friends, is all I have left.
© Danielle White
Categories:
ectoplasm, allegory, funny, lifeme,
Form: Lyric
When I first saw the
ectoplasm,
I was startled at first,
Then I remembered,
I drive an old hearse
Maybe there's a way,
to make this thing pay,
So what do you say?
Give advise, if you may...
So I conceived of a plan,
Daring for any man...
I got a fire extinguisher
Whose foam was like cold ice,
When he next appeared,
I used this device...
I packed him in a cooler,
filled with dry ice...
Brought him home, and
into the freezer,
Space was quite tight,
I really hadd'a squeeze her...
Now anytime I need a ghost,
Like unwanted guests,
for an unhappy host,
I'll let my spirit thaw and
rise to the occasion,
In hopes their fright
will be as strong,
As it'd take to change
a black, to one
scared caucasian.
Categories:
ectoplasm, adventure, funny, imagination,
Form: Burlesque
Hair standing up
Skin rippled with fear
Breath coming hard....
Means she is now near
I've heard the moans,
Many a night,
Always at 2:20 am
I'm now prone to fright
Something yanking
at my covers,
From the foot of the bed,
Somehow I know,
That something is dead
Then the swirling mist,
Ectoplasm lips seeming
to kiss,
My heart so loud pounding,
My fear so astounding,
I'm frozen in terror,
The kind so much rarer,
I'd go for the light,
But I'm paralyzed by fright
I think I hear her, in the dim
yellow moonlight
Though Im not so sure,
How much more I can endure
Now I know what to do,
Before I might see her anew,
From now on I will sleep
Where the dead don't creep
I'll make it my nightly aim,
To find a motel that i can well blame
Should the ghost follow me,
A law suit they will see...
Categories:
ectoplasm, adventure, angst, funny, mystery,
Form: Burlesque
I used to be bisexual....but then I ran out of money and couldn't buy it anymore.
I just bought a 12 pack of cold pills- they should last forever!! I can't open the
da_m things!!
When all else fails, you're up sh_t's creek!
I "souped up" my van- I wrote poetry all over it. Caused 6 accidents in 2 days-
seems others have lost concentration trying to read them at 60MPH.
Thanx to all the soup-freaks I've come to know and love- keep up the good
work...or, if ya can aford it, hire a ghost-writer. Just make sure he's not merely
ectoplasm...
Cheers.
Categories:
ectoplasm, funny, on writing and
Form: List
In paranormal grief,
ectoplasm drifts down Peters Street
then winds deeper into the Quarter
searching for his haunt –
a corner table at Galatoire’s
where ghost writers meet,
but table and spirits
are no longer around.
Painted white chairs
from under the wisteria
at the Court of Two Sisters
drift out to see
cause for the mournful silence
of Preservation Hall.
And at Rue Toulouse,
room number nine
of Maison de Ville
waits weeping for her lover’s return.
No more seeds will be planted
in the dark furrows of Elysian Fields.
Only one colored lantern at 632
remains to light the way
for the kindness of strangers
he somehow knew
we’d all come to depend upon…
today.
Categories:
ectoplasm, natural disasters,
Form: Free verse
The fisherman's shoes have worn thin,
you can see where he's been by the shoreline traces
of blood in the footprints on the sand,
as time, as time does, blindly flies and races.
And, in ending up, all there is left to see
are bits and pieces of the total recall,
of the caring soul, of the wide bright smile
of forgiveness, of laughter and the pain of it all.
It all catches like fishooks in the throat
or burns like sulphur sprinkles in the eyes,
the missing of this and that and everything
in the death throe severing of binding ties.
Somewhere a fly was cast, snagging ectoplasm,
reeling a spirit from the shell of wrecked steel,
playing the catch into Heaven's remand:
I just want you to know how I feel.
Categories:
ectoplasm, life, love, sad,
Form: Verse