Ghastly Poems

My Gerunds Were Ghastly

I
Are you fascinated with languages
Including all swear words, and vulgarities
Some actually are as pleasant as cakes
But serious questions about LIGHTNING:
It is a gerund; the happening is the THING
Making a verb into a noun, as we do with FEEL-ing

II
Moving on from lightning and feeling -
The top of the line on offer is LOVING
As with theology, so with biology and matrimony:
The better part is in doing: "love" is nothing
But a word, if there is no actual LOVING
And what if God were LOVE in the abstract
Less loving and grace, as in the Older Covenant?

A Ghastly Affair

A Gruesome tale unlike the norm, that takes upon a creatures form. No tail of lizard no Eye of Newt. All the ingredients are in your suit. No wistful yarns of witches so sweet, in this bloody tale they lop off your feet. Crunching and noshing them to their delight. think this is the end? You know you'r not right.. Everyone knows how those stories end. But the end of this tale will not be your friend. In fact, you've heard this tale while playing with your toys. Never realizing the connection between missing girls and boys. your parents told them on a stormy night, to put you to bed in a state of fright. But i promise that wasn't scary, they pose you no harm. For the dreadful end to this story..is the witch is your mom!

Lifted Spear

A man collected a dime
To commit a crime;
The wildest cheer
After lifting his spear;
A decided thrust
On a flesh asking for eleventh-hour trust
But surely heading for the dust
Where iron and steel also rust.

Execution, now enjoying a mime,
On the victim’s nostrils a filmy slime;
Off and on receiving a ghastly tear,
Here and there an agonizing sear.

Murderer keeps looking at his time,
Job’s delayed completion his own crime.

Ghastly Ghost

From the house of the dead it came
with long spindly toes and crooked nose.
It stood on its hind legs
to a height of eight feet
on knobby knees against the breeze.

“Why are you here? What’s the reason?”
Such a shrill screech did it release!
It held hourglass and scythe
in its sinuous claws.
It gave me fright to view that sight.

It glanced at the house of the dead
as sadness overcame it like shame.
Its demeanor austere.
It fell silent at the
far sound of a merry-go-round.

To the house of the dead it turned
before I learned why it adjourned.
Still I remember it –
my final encounter –
with dread from the house of the dead.

Small Fart

no one knows him in the room
except by loss of breath
greeted as unwelcome guest
his stinking scent is death
noses wrinkled in disgust
when sensed this gust of wind
all souls beneath his sickly scent
are far too quickly pinned.
inhaled in gasps of shortened breath
each person feels impending death.
Surprised, all eyes begin to scan
so desperate for a breeze or fan.
Feeling faint they seek escape
from reeking odor, lungs in rape.
A paler pallor faces all.
noses seeking some release.
knees so weak they nearly fall
from lungs too weak to call.
Those outside hear tears and pleas
so open doors for those on knees
finger pointing, whispered tone
but none the smallest fart will own.
Small fart dissipates and leaves
crowd relieved, all sigh.
A slow goodbye that no one grieves
so glad to see the open sky.
No friend the small fart has, he knows.
He comes and goes by wrinkled nose.
All he does so quick offend,
wish to hell he'd swiftly end.

Alarming Ghastly Ghostly Host--

ALARMING GHASTLY GHOSTLY HOST--
I saw an alarming ghost,
It wasn't all by choice;
I saw a scary spectre, 
swapping alarming for scary...entomb host;
swapping ghost for the spectre,
gravesite loyal protector;
~
I saw an alarming ghost;
I heard a ghastly ghost,
swapping alarming for a ghastly scary loyal host;

6/12/19

Ghastly

Bazaar Buzzard
          
            Bizarre

Tainted By Ghastly Memory

life
expires
without signs...
his ghost's remnants
mirroring lesions of her mournful gaze,
tears pour out with unexpected  lament:
scoundrel of  hours
raking breath,
her nights
lost.


Broken Wings' Contest: Dust Off A Memory 
10/25/2017

A Ghastly Mistake

a ghastly mistake 
to interact in the first 
place 
but interaction was made
relationship was established 
years together failed miserable 
never had a snow balls chance in hell
of ever lasting for the long hall

Ghastly Grave Gathering

Ghastly Grave Gathering 

Gran and grandpa are gone
Giving grandchildren gifts
Generations greedy
Guilty, grabbing for gain
Granted gratis gold goods
Girls grovel gracelessly
Gluttonous grandkids grief 

November 2016

Ghastly

wheatgrasses of morn
  ringlets tattered by maelstorm-
I lay on dirt path, wailing

into night's refrain
 quill darts on  flamed papyrus
ghastly the boogeyman's haunt



5/30/2015
Contest: Boogeyman for Nayda Ivette Negron

The Terrible Ghastly Beastliness of the Potato Cadaver Undead Revival

The Terrible Ghastly Beastliness of
"THE POTATO CADAVER UNDEAD REVIVAL" (sonnet)
The Potato of Terror, April 24th 2002

They dug him up with a great pointed spade,
Awoke him from his rest of ninety years,
And O what a great bellowing he made,
And shook his fists, and twitched his pointed ears!
For there was much skullduggery afoot,
And horrid ghastly beastliness besides,
The Spud Maiden's Swan Song had taken root
Deep in his soul and tuberous insides.
Her tragic voice had roused the pixie throngs
Provoked the wrath of tuber overlords,
And small brown furry things in rubber thongs
Sprang to their feet and brandished tiny swords.
King Edwards, Caras! Hide your youngest sons!
A vast undead potato this way comes!

This Ghastly Depression

In the dark of night
When the moon is ripe
And loneliness my companion
Sad songs drifting sounding tripe
Fuelling my ghastly depression

There I sit watching misery
Spider walking up the wall
Whisky bottle brings memories
Memory takes me to a dance hall

There I met her tall and blonde
A vision so divine
Our eyes met was love's sight
I had to make her mine

Love blossomed, was like a dream
Was all that I'd prayed for
Together we would build our life
All that I wanted and more

Day came that we wed
Our vows we did speak
Man and wife we did become
And love grew from week to week

Word came I did not want
My heart ripped from my chest
A driver drunk, took her life
And I had to put her to rest

Darkness closed in all around
Was nothing left to live for
What I cherished, all was gone
And life is but a whore

In the dark of night
When the moon is ripe
And loneliness my companion
Sad songs drifting sounding tripe
Fuelling my ghastly depression

False Face Ghastly Garb

false face ghastly garb
bellows boos by porch light halo....
no fruit or mints please

Ghastly Rich Adventure! Pt2

minutes adorned-still, savouring 
Liveth she long, liveth the queen (justly adorned in royal threading)
Liveth ye both happily in dreams amid thy seedly meadows of purple, silver and black that 
both ye hath planted and tended so very well at that!
Burguandy sculptures beneath thy spiral staircase of fir
Ghastly rich adventures!!!
(Lord forgive me, thy heart and soul-I have always hated the colour purple!)

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