when they fly into our atmosphere, aliens and cosmonauts lock their doors
seal up their windows, and put their favorite things into sealed safety pods
they have watched our old movies and they see we are corrupt
there are a few good ones on this planet, but lots of criminals and thieves
Murderers too; they have seen C.S.I., Criminal Intent, and Forensic Files
We not only look angry, evil and frighteningly selfish,
we look like murdering marauders, we are nightmares.
Not only the aliens but the star dwellers, cosmic creatures and space spirits.
They have all seen what we do to each other in black and white and color.
They can barely imagine how particularly violent we could be to strangers.
lampoonery was rampant in the cemetery
Dracula’s ghouls were frighteningly scary
Halloween jokes were flying; satire was bad
witches scarce, these ghosts were deemed beyond mad
grim reaper appeared in the midst of this gloom
campfire singing commenced as evil did bloom
whistling and stomping was loud by the fire
ambiance of the night now turning devilishly dire
I could be a prima ballerina or a semi driver
could rename myself McCellihouti or McGiver
could become a psychologist, biologist, zoologist,
anthropologist, or an ultra-mologist.
My therapist stops me.
What is an ultra-mologist?
It’s a person who trains for every position just in case.
In case we get to live under the ocean or outer space.
I am not discounting any ideas, for they are all great you see.
Might even become an explorer and discover an unknown sea.
I could be a pirate queen and make others walk the plank.
Could become a wayfarer like my Uncle Hank.
I am open to any profession, for I am great at everything.
Can dance, knit, work on car engines, what will my life bring?
This might seem braggadocio from another.
But I am brilliant and talented – just ask my mother.
Life cannot put any limits on me, you see.
I am confident and wild and wooly and free.
Of course not, you don't mean it
No one ever does
The new sacrificial lamb at your foul altar
Lost among historical fuzz
Should we live another century
The history books will claim
It was a violent tragedy
For which villains we must blame
But villainy is frighteningly common
When the status quo is shaken
Millennials cling to Harry Potter
And our lives are forsaken
"Quiet you, it's not so bad,
Now vote for your slow death."
To use us for sweet brownie points
And damn us with your next breath
It's never offering a lifting hand
Or a place onboard the Ark
It's always shame and scarce-veiled threats
Of leaving us in the dark
Clinging to false roles you learned
When you were but a teen
Biology is so much more
Yet you hide behind a screen
Cover your eyes, state your pride
Say you're better than the rest
Yet cast your lot with abusers
Since nicely they were dressed
I've no faith in baby blue
That shade has become red
Because I've seen you in sheep's clothing
Wishing that I was dead.
t sounds like there is an angry conductor in heaven
Loud crashing and banging that startles me
Was it supposed to rain tonight? I ask my echo dot.
She verifies that thunderstorms are expected
They are here now; it is frighteningly angry-sounding.
Did monsters escape from the bowels of hell and go up there?
Another loud clang of a giant symbol makes me wonder about electricity.
Will it be going out? This often happens during storms like this one.
It sounds like a Ferris wheel has collapsed.
Without people, for there is no screaming.
Only the loud angry thuds of destruction.
I visualize people being carried away downstream
There is no pace anymore; time is picking up speed.
One day a mustard seed-the next a sky tree.
Nest generations offering songs to the breeze.
Space /time is bending around a rib of infinity.
A cluster of red heifers is being prepared.
Elements for the third temple are mixing.
The loom of life is weaving the second coming.
Something sublime and biblical seems to be happening
Most of it probably won't be very pretty.
Speed is the offspring of time and space.
The veil is being pulled away from great mysteries.
It wouldn't hurt to say a prayer-just in case
Even though we only half believe.
God is an all-in deity.
For certain, time is picking up speed.
Alignment of ancient prophecies.
The matrix is thinning.
Frighteningly beautiful things unveiling.
Bleaching the grime from the cracks in the soul.
Are you ready?
initially I saw no humanoid qualities in the beast
he was a throwback, not orangutan, but not man either
his eyes were frighteningly dark with glowing suns in the center
how could I communicate with this being?
I heard a thought in my head that I knew was not mine
okay, he can implant thoughts, so is he reading mine?
I tried to be more careful about what I thought
desperately not looking at his jagged teeth
they were stained a crimson red
was he a cannibal?
He threw back his head and howled
it was a mysteriously infectious sound
I threw back my head and howled too
we might not be the same species
but it was kismet that we landed on the same island
it had been a day since I saw another survivor from the plane
a tattooed teenage boy who had run off into the jungle
a few minutes later, I heard shrieks and screams
I plan to stay here, I told the beast, as I built a fire.
He gave me a slow smile and I wondered if I would be his dinner.
Paralysis of the esophagus
when occasioned by asparagus
Can be frighteningly perilous
and even worse, embarrass us
Some people don’t hike through the wood,
especially on All Hallows Eve.
Ghosts of boys and girls of good
float at the campfire, if you believe.
Elves and pixies dance through the trees,
with taunting, mocking, and leering.
They swing and sway in the brash breeze,
their faces frighteningly jeering.
What was that? The crack in the wind
unleashes demons and banshees!
Their hideous yowling will send
even the bravest to their knees.
Ghosts and goblins arise from their graves,
harmonize in a cacophonous chant.
Don’t try to hide in the darkened caves.
They’ll find you in their raucous rant.
They’ll steal your bones with giggling glee
and make toothpicks with your ribs.
Quickly now, turn. Run, and flee
before they find you and call out “Dibs!”
Life
Is pointless..
A point would
Stake out a
World of separation..
Which would
Display the drama
Appearing in
The life
As is known..
Which is
Beautifully
Frighteningly
Wow..!!
An ocean of people pulled by the moon
Frighteningly stand on foundations of sand.
A word deemed unkind will cause them to swoon
And so, by their hand, all dissent is banned.
Teetered precariously on their feels,
Not thinking it strange they constantly change.
Those thought against get no court of appeals,
No trial arranged, no pris’ner exchange,
No quarter, no mercy, no clemency,
And no kindness found, no mutual ground.
No one allowed simply to disagree.
But, they, too, are bound by rules that confound.
This can’t be good for our society.
Drowning beneath a wave of fantasy.
written for Wave Of Fantasy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Amusan's Tears
Amusan's tears says something,
That thing is very far from nothing.
First, it was an infectious smile,
Later, it became tears from a mile.
This tears goes beyond the victory,
It carries that which is not a mystery.
Yes, the gold medal has been won,
After engaging in the stressful run.
The flag is flying frighteningly high,
I don't know if I should heave a sigh.
The world is standing up for Nigeria,
Popularly known as the giant of Africa.
Nigeria is celebrated at the world stage,
But her citizens are trapped in a cage.
Tears rolling down the cheeks every day,
Because of bullets not intended to stray.
Many are swallowed by the untimely grave,
Including those who were always brave.
They are tearful walking on poverty's crutches,
Saying life has thrown at them forceful punches.
If you decide to put these men on those chairs,
I will take your minds back to Amusan's tears.
Paschal Aroke
©2022
I saw a need
For a time of repose
Where I'd gather my
Chicks in a crate
Fretting for anything out of
My power
Has made me feel less
Not so great
So I rest and I pray
Call it a day
Leave the whole mess in God's care
To do what is best,with all that entails
Giving my friend's ears a rest
Where did you go?,they will query ?
We thought you had dropped from the earth
And were sailing the skies
In your latest disguise
Well,we missed you ,
For what it is worth
Are you back now for good?
Or is this a stop
On the journey that sent you away
And when will you see
All that's deemed needed seen
And come back fully present to stay
It was never as grand
As imagined
Nor frighteningly ever as dire
As what's cooked in the mind
Which is often unkind
My travels have proved this for sure
Each day with it's mortifications
Of body,and spirit,and will
Are reflections of fears ,yours
Masquerading as drills ,yours
Of these I have taken my fill
Yes I'm home in myself
Chickens in tow
Now if I can just get
These ducks in a row
I'm out of here!
from afar
contemplating
row after row
after row
of windows
frighteningly similar
from afar
The Russian bear frighteningly growls
~ Will his paws rip out Ukraine's bowels
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