Horror-stricken and
struggling in pools of cold sweat…
ghost of Frankenstein
Categories:
horror stricken, horror,
Form: Haiku
A percentage of me has to hell been consigned
by the ever raging zionists' war machine.
To each livid soldier, a mandate is assigned
to uproot terror where multitudes are confined.
Torrents of explosives have swept my landscapes clean.
Churches, mosques, schools have all to mighty vengeance bowed.
Stricken mothers wail uncontrollably aloud.
Itinerancy pervades my horror stricken crowd,
whilst my kids toy with explosives, carnage and ruin.
Survivors will take shelter from snipers shooting
death balls and lead from peevish and portable guns.
Horror unprecedented the people outruns.
I have metamorphosed to nothing but a morgue.
Lice and bugs have infested hoodies lined with borg.
Disease and maimed limbs have no remedies in sight.
Let not the world be unmoved by my sorry plight.
Why must I this price pay for a thousand or more killed?
My morgues are beyond their capacity filled.
The deaths of innocents are nothing but unjust.
My once-populated streets have been turned into dust.
Categories:
horror stricken, war,
Form: Rhyme
Up the polished ceiling above my bed
In my bedroom resting for a while,
A camouflaged lizard crawls his webbed feet
With dead silence in his spider tongue
Hunting a fly nearby in languorous mood
So unconscious of to-be catastrophe
Bony spine of mine chills enough
To freeze my whole body like an ice
For the certainty of yet another calamities
Befalling on my quiet turbid heart
At any moments of my present life.
My desire to rest for a while with
My frightened and horror-stricken mind
Strives to take up its clothes of fright and horror
As if torched with mother of bomb
Runs naked towards the camera lens
With my screams frozen in frame
That unknowingly and unconsciously adheres
To the severe fading wall of my bedroom.
That portrait of mine destined to hide its reality
Sinks in time warped depth of ocean
Damped with futuristic dirt and dust
Wailing a digger to reveal the quintessence of
An embryonic present matured to rare earth
Out of an ovary of pregnant futurity.
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Categories:
horror stricken, allegory, confusion, creation, humanity,
Form: Free verse
THE LONE WOLF
I stood alone, amidst the trees completely
Lonely.
The chill bitter wind was of no help,
It blew cold stones.
I wondered what was worse than these,
Life without family?
Or perhaps i was wrong?
Left forsaken on an island surrounded by
brackish waters?
My eyes closed and opened and closed even
yet as they opened.
The gloomy gray white clouds wept,
shedding drops of rain.
I stretched my fore-paw to feel the rain,
it got blew off.
I stared horror stricken at the severed arm
but felt no sting or pain.
I was numb stricken, I was without my beating
heart.
The warmth of memories of love escaped my
brain.
This was pain beyond the cure of my
endorphines.
I looked at the emptiness within me, what was
Amiss?
I was like a floating island no one likes.
I crashed against one rock or the other an island
with false roots.
Deep in me, I knew I was like a flower,
A bennihana.
I was alone, wandering from line to trap and finally to
Doom.
I was a Lone Wolf it's pack.
Categories:
horror stricken, bereavement, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
High winds - stirring sea - surf pounds - Whitby beach
Storm clouds - residual - seagulls - frantic cry
Midnight - a figure - in view - ascending
Bowed down - wearily - cliff steps - Abbey bound
Skywards - waning moon - purple - in streaking
Figure - looking down - last time - hesitates
Cliffside - beckoning - then moves - in seeing
A flash - lightening - from grave - arising
Hungry - Dracula - no escape - figure froze
Exposed - vulnerable - a scream - was stifled
No-one - witnessing - horror - stricken face
Could, would - testify - to what - next took place.
Categories:
horror stricken, character, horror,
Form: Free verse
Wet rain flows down her silken face
Never showing her true disgrace
Water runs quickly on her skin
Shedding feelings of what’s within
Falling down, learning from her grace
She breathes between each flooded taste
Horror stricken girl with pink lace
Not knowing where water has been
Wet rain flows down
Rain carries on with its own pace
Beads of it gather in its place
She never believes that she wins
By the steady stream which begins
The rain pours, her heart does displace
Wet rain flows down
Russell Sivey
Categories:
horror stricken, depression, life, loss, rain,
Form: Rondeau
Yes, it's true....
My cousin stopped by,
To visit me....
And was horror stricken
To see
A U.F.O. in my kitchen!!
He was in such shock,
His pants he did pee,
There it was,
Black and mysterious,
Frightening beyond words!
His eyes rolled back into his head,
And out he ran,,
Screaming so loud,
He had frightened people running
in stampeding herds!!!
As I stood, with alien weapon
In hand,
As the smoke of fear,
I fanned....
Yes, it's true,
The horrible sight
Of Tom's U.F.O.
No one would stay,
They all would never know....
For Tom's U.F.O.,
Not an alien craft....
The alien "weapon"
A spatula
Which they feared more
Than Dracula....
No, not an alien craft,
They all were daft
For Tom's U.F.O.,
Gruesome as it was,
To create a screaming "cuz",
Was an Unidentifiable Frying Object!!!!
Categories:
horror stricken, adventure, confusion, funny, mystery,
Form: Burlesque
Up the polished ceiling above my bed
In my bedroom resting for a while,
A camouflaged lizard crawls his webbed feet
With dead silence in his spider tongue
Hunting a fly nearby in languorous mood
So unconscious of to-be catastrophe
Bony spine of mine chills enough
To freeze my whole body like an ice
For the certainty of yet another calamities
Befalling on my quiet turbid heart
At any moments of my present life.
My desire to rest for a while with
My frightened and horror-stricken mind
Strives to take up its clothes of fright and horror
As if torched with mother of bomb
Runs naked towards the camera lens
With my screams frozen in frame
That unknowingly and unconsciously adheres
To the severe fading wall of my bedroom.
That portrait of mine destined to hide its reality
Sinks in time warped depth of ocean
Damped with futuristic dirt and dust
Wailing a digger to reveal the quintessence of
An embryonic present matured to rare earth
Out of an ovary of pregnant futurity.
June 28, 2003
Categories:
horror stricken, allegory, angst, nature, science,
Form: Free verse