Macabre stairs that creek horrendously beneath her feet
that creepy little girl descending owns hair as fine as wheat
Shadows play on the wall like evil puppeteers of old
they are silhouettes of gloom, exploiters of the underworld I'm told
With gutterish ***** she calls out to the old Master of defeat
" Trick or treat give me something good to eat "
Cognizant of goblins, ghosts and Satan's world now feared
Halloween is but a darkness seized by living creatures geared.
Hybrid breeds of children well disguised with brawl
Open doors left ajar walking mongrels staggers call
"Trick or treat give me something good to eat"
Grap a costume meet the blondie with the gory purple lips
its Halloween with all its dread, here have a bag of chips!
"Trick or treat give me something good to eat"
Oct 29 2022
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Contest Name Halloween
Hold On Tightly, When Life Takes Its Great Leaps And Bounds
Hold on tightly, when life takes its great leaps and bounds
this old blue marble is not all sweet virgin ground
strewn about are horrendously nasty pitfalls
awaiting the fruits of world's constant tempting calls
to dive right on in and never mind the dark sin
after all, are we not modern, enlightened men?
As wise, old philosophers great advice once gave.
" Be wise now, for waits only a dark lonely grave".
Hold on tightly, raging world ever faster spins
as its current master, the dark one sits and grins
but modern man believes not in such fairy tales
or an afterlife, or chasing a Holy Grail
so dive right in, these waters are so very fine
and on your new, bright golden plates you too shall dine!
As wise, old philosophers great advice once gave.
" Be wise now, for waits only a dark lonely grave".
Robert J. Lindley, July 02, 2022
Rhyme
Note:
This is a heavy rewrite of a poem that I composed back in 1977,
at age 23 and after going through a very troublesome time in my young life...
He whose life for the time being
Is horrendously unyielding
Shall be found tilting at every windmill ..
Chokri Omri
(Regueb, August the 7th, 2021)
Totally typical of you to doubt me so, no doubt
Yet, there were times when you helped me out
Pain and suffering doesn’t last a lifetime, my dear
I believe You will see me through, despite my fear
Corruption and chaos mix with strife horrendously
Appreciate what good life has to offer to you exceedingly
Lemons and limes are my favorite citrusy fruit juice nearly
the coasts are the skin of bodies
that hold secrets like a thousand year-old book--
a language unknown;
lustful and ethereal,
yet earthly all the same.
sunken treasures
and treasures from its womb
will never emerge--
only sparkle for kilometers
and glisten for years
under a thick layer of dust
known as the ocean we know.
it sometimes gifts long-lost rings and dolls,
and it sometimes can't hold back
hostile teeth and dismembered guts.
it is afraid of us and itself,
but we will never be scared
and never be impatient
as the drift along the never-ending sea
is horrendously long
and horrendously arcane, intriguing, and breath-taking.
there aren't always storms,
but the waves sometimes kiss the boat
and the lightning sometimes peeks at the fog below,
wishing it could touch it.
but anything is and will be possible
in something never-ceasing,
because without an end,
there is only a journey
through every feasible thing you could plan,
and every unfeasible thing you can create.
I brooded and pondered upon the matter pensively
A revengeful delight as SATAN'S might burnt to embers
While damning others lives, the vixen's tongue slithered smoothly
Her FUTURE plans poisonously clouded our family
Fire, blood, scissored clothes found their way in horrendously
Had read about the protective rings from our saviours
Faith in unchanging destiny made me pray fervently
And trust in the self testified against voodoo destroyers
The SAPPHIRE rock that our family treasures guardingly
Fortified the BLOODLINE from evil eye of beguilers
Bouncing back on the covetous even more ruthlessly
CREATIVE efforts of prayers obliterated connivers
Satan's, Future, Sapphire, Bloodline, Creative
14 syllables per line
June 2, 2016)
Timothy Hicks
We drove down the lushy serene hill side
cherishing the cool drive through shaded woods
with cascading waterfalls alongside
Intoxication by fresh pinewoods
made us stop to breathe in the misty woods
A decade later this paradise bled
horrendously naked in rocky bed
Under the dusky sky stood the outline
of a dark bare tree with its ribs outspread
A forest fire had scorched out all pine
May 20, 2016
For Laura Loo
BENEATH THE ICE
Multi stranded layers of ice crystals compressed together pressing down with the force of a planet. Slowly moving gouging grinding horrendously hideous damage to three islands at the top of the world on old map not confirmed till dawn of satellite age. Ice slowly melting, global warming turning up the heat changing the very environment more than any ice. Soon the oil will be stolen as man rapes arctic waste for his own selfish greed.
Horrendously explosive nimble ball juggler
Athletic and Ever-Attacking game shuffler
Maradona upgraded and improved version
Awesomely admiring soccer surgeon
Ruthless with the heart and strength of a Lion
Devours the opponent with the boot of an iron
Aliens in school are lavishly staring at me,
It feels like they really know more about me.
Aliens in school are secretly talking about me,
It feels like I’m a sweet chill music of anybody.
Aliens in school don’t like me that much,
It feels like I can’t please them because I can’t be so such.
Aliens in school are horrendously dissing me in brash.
It feels like I can’t make good things in just a single brush.
But whatever those aliens say about me,
I just love how these things run supposed to be.
And whatever those aliens talk something about my life,
I’m still happy to stand though they are like my creepy knife.
I can’t be so sorry because this is me,
I just love how I show things in reality.
I can’t be so sorry because I can’t please them,
I just so love myself because I’m not as weirdo as them.
I’m lazily walking in a street of old styles,
Scraping stories of me were mouth of cold smiles.
Streaming lives of people are all fined unkind.
I’m sick of playing games in an old story line,
Discovering the world of uncertainty,
I found true friends in their real entity.
We’re probably the craziest mannered old guys,
That coffee crumble is our one list of cold buys.
Laughing around like no one ever stops,
Up until our tummies are all horrendously pops.
We’re all wishing something in common,
We both like to have love that heatedly summon.
We’ll never ever really care to be laughed by those stupid,
We all want to be struck by our carelessly loving cupid.
Continue to be crazy and we’re all well and fine,
A friend for good is so much but exuberantly whine.
Head hurts horrendously
Thundered thoughts throb
Manic mind melts
Bizarre brainwaves beckoning
Whatever wanders wayward
Furiously fueling falsehoods
Deepening demented delusions
Alliteration contest/Dr.Ram Mehta
7/07/2014
By:Greg Hoffman
O Fault!
Horrendously I believed, a man solitary,
Was real alive stood, aftermath Tsunami.
On top of a roof, standing overwhelming,
Looking towards wreckage and towns’ declining.
Devastation of property, food water shortage,
Ancestral heritage, swept away by chase.
Culturally rich even, 100 years liven,
No escape what to do, in front of threat.
Earthquake shook foundation, with nine Rector Scales,
Tsunami you remained disheartened in mid of wails.
You forgot to wait albeit; they’re previously swept,
Probably tremor sent message, to frozen Japan the best.
World remained sterilized, forgetting heavenly shape,
Life swallowed grief, at the mid of deface.
Such irrational calamities, occurred upon lives,
Stop genocide heading, towards human’s face.
Without noticing, why did you demolish race?
Love us then only, we stir to generate lives,
Otherwise we’ve to chain sack, for next sister planet.
We’re poor creature, you’re great genuine,
Bureaucracy impinged, havoc terminating shrine.
O fault! Mind your business, if you want life to begin.
It’s just a normal headache all say
They don’t understand
They don’t know the troubles I go through
They don’t know my fears for its very true
My life may seem normal to them
But I know the truth
Everything is so horrendously horrific
Everything looks like it’s against me
For life may truly be
Every day I beg to be saved from the pains of life
They don’t know I die a thousand deaths a day
They don’t know the ups and downs I go through
Still they think they can tell me what to do
Life is not a chocolate cake
Sweet as it looks from top
Is bitter wid in
I know better than to curse life
beacuse it’s just a slice of my lowlife
But I know at the end of the day
It’s all going to be a past
For the future have good wishes and happenings
And it awaits my pleasure
There will be lots of questionings
But it all shall be at my leisure
I will pass through it all
I know I will
And I will do it alone
For I need no one but myself to carry on and on......
The slimy backend of the American Dream
Coming to a screeching halt on an anonymous highway
The AC Press horrendously portrays the days events
Why do people read this discharge?
Isnt the same reason celebrity disaster magazines
Line every shelf of the checkout at the grocery?
This newspaper is the equivalent
Of a chain smoking, saggy faced
Ex waitress
With her uterus removed
Playing the lotto
And heading to Atlantic City
To get emulsified with alcohol
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