Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Jovial Dr Jekyll played for juvenile Justice
a just jaspered journey
jokingly jumped a joyride
to juicy jukebox jabbering
in jackal jackboots
from nearby jungle
Dr Jekyll clasped a jackknife eating
jambalaya to justify a
juggled juxtapositional
jurisdiction jamming
as jugular vein jingled jewels
joyfully jauntily jaywalking
to a jay named Jim Jolly !
Onward he jumped to a
Jungian junction
Jupiter jocund watching his
journeying joints
journalese seemed a jibe jig
but neither Jewess, Jesuit
or jeweller jiggled this job
So he jerked his jess
like a jape for Japan
Jejuning onto January for the
next jangle of jasmine
No jellyfish was Dr Jekyll in Jordanian jerkin
though sometimes Mr Hyde
with jeroboam swirling alongside !
In full moon frame hungry wolf silhouettes bark,
a cloudy castle on hazy hill top looms in the dark.
Through the rusty steel gate a figure in black cloak
comes out as the creepy grips of opaque night choke.
Arms stretched wide, he strides in air like a black bird,
like the Count of Transylvania, so the people heard.
As the moon reaches the top of starless steely sky,
he stands at my door, to stow my fear I vainly try.
Cold blue haze of eerie night smears his ashen face,
before I could run away I find me in his chilling brace.
With wolf's red eyes glaring, fangs protruding bloody lip,
tries to touch my jugular vein, he says, “your blood I will sip.
You will turn into a vampire, in Dracula’s castle I shall keep”.
Scared of imminent death I wake up terrified from sleep,
frozen in fear in the middle of the Halloween night.
The spooky nightmare still haunts me with fright.
Its fluttering wings as it flits round the lamp
That glows in the street that is misty and damp
Clack like a skeletal vampire in flight
And cast evil shadows like bats in the night
Tonight in the alleyways, flea ridden rats
Reach an accord with the street dogs and cats
To prowl with joint purpose this All Hallows’ eve
And follow the scent of the breath people breathe
But only when slicing the jugular vein
Do they find the humans are manic again
The rats lose their heads to a single quick bite
And street dogs and feral cats whimper in fright
And this night a full moon brings other surprises
No creature is safe from what Satan devises
The bat that thought moths could negate hunger pangs
Was wrong because moths aren’t supposed to have fangs
And so on the ground beneath that ailing lamp
The moth flails its victims, it’s fangs red and damp
And there, where they crash down, with thud after thud
A fast growing pile of bats drained of blood
The moth seeks a new lamp; a new hunting ground
Those bloodless bats rise up and stumble around
But somewhere a clock strikes a new midnight hour
And demons give way to a more saintly power
In the frame of full moon hungry silhouette wolfs bark,
a grey castle on the mystique hill top looms in the dark.
Through the rusty steel gate a tall figure in black cloak
comes out as the creepy grips of the opaque night choke.
Arms stretched wide, he strides on air like a black bird,
as the Count did in Transylvania, so the people heard.
When the moon reaches the top of starless steely sky,
he stands at my door, while to stow the fear I vainly try.
Cold blue haze of the eerie night smears the ashen face,
before I try to run away I find myself in his chilling brace.
With wolf's red eyes glaring, fangs protruding bloody lip
to touch my jugular vein, he says, “your blood I will sip.
You will turn into vampire, in Dracula’s castle I will keep”.
Scared of imminent death I got up terrified from sleep,
frozen to the core in the middle of the Halloween night.
The alarming nightmare scene still haunts me with fright.
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October 14, 2022
Rhyme checked at RhymeZone.com
Contest : 12-16 Lines Of A Scary Halloween Rhyme
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
In the full moon’s mystic frame an alien wolf in silhouette howls,
in the diabolical stillness a tall figure in black cloak comes out
through the spiked rusty gate of the castle perched on smoky hill.
Arms stretched wide he wafts in the air like a hooded black bird,
like the Count used to do in Transylvania, as the age-old story goes.
When the moon hovers over the canopy of the starless slate sky,
I see paralyzed, the dark figure standing in shade outside my door,
cold blue gleam of the Halloween night feasting on the ashen face.
Fearing abduction I find myself clasped in his arms of trickery,
with cautionary eyes glaring, and fangs piercing gory lips pressed
on my jugular vein, in hoarse voice he says “your blood I will sip,
you’ll be one of my vampires, in the castle of Dracula you’ll live”.
October 23, 2020
Contest : Halloween Challenge
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
In full moon’s mystic frame hungry wolf’s silhouette howls,
in the creepy stillness a tall figure in black cloak comes out
through the spiked rusty gate of a castle on the smoky hill.
Arms stretched wide he wafts in air like a hooded black bird
like the Count used to do in Transylvania, as the story goes.
When the moon reaches the canopy of the starless slate sky,
I see petrified, the dark figure standing in shade outside my door,
the cold blue gleam of the eerie night smeared on the ashen face.
Before I could retract I find myself clasped in his strong arms,
with wolf's red eyes glaring, fangs piercing his bloody lips pressed
on my jugular vein, in hoarse voice he says “your blood I will sip,
you will turn to a vampire, in Dracula’s castle you will live with me”.
October 11, 2020
Contest : Halloween Fright
Sponsor : Carolyn Devonshire
Knife-like, piercing words of contempt stab the jugular vein
Exsanguinating victim; accustomed to the blood and sharp pain...
gone numb while slowly dying a death by a thousand cuts.
Submitted for...
Strand Select E Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 02/05/2020
Date written: 11/25/2019
Stay away from you,
You can't breathe without you,
You are our only god,
Creator,
From our jugular vein,
You're closer.
May it exist when you are away,
Let life to life,
Hear, see,
You know everything,
From our jugular vein,
You're closer.
Make you cry, make you laugh,
Let the dead be killed,
Let him revive the dead,
You have infinite might,
From our jugular vein,
You're closer.
Have the Messenger sent,
Let the Qur'an be downloaded,
Show me my way,
Let only one guide,
From our jugular vein,
You're closer.
Disease and plague
Each one in trouble,
You cleanse sins,
You are the only Healer,
From our jugular vein,
You're closer.
Have mercy reduced,
Let my tears soothe,
Wise,
You are the sole owner of everything,
From our jugular vein,
You're closer.
Birdman Father Yunus Kokan
The jugular vein is most important for life
“Going for the jugular” means causing much strife
Breathing is difficult
Not just an irritant
All things considered, hope I'll have a gleeful afterlife
In the frame of full moon silhouette hungry wolf barks
A grey castle on mystique hill top looms in the dark
Through the rusty steel gate a tall figure in black cloak
Comes out, the creepy stillness of the flimsy night chokes.
Arms stretched wide he walks on air like a hooded black bird
As the Count did in Transylvania people heard.
When the moon reaches the top of starless steely sky
He stands at my door, to stow the fear I vainly try.
Cold blue light of the eerie night smears the ashen face
Before I could retract I find myself in his brace
With wolf's red eyes glaring and fangs pressing bloody lips
On my jugular vein, he says your blood I will sip
You turn a vampire, in Dracula’s castle I’ll keep.
September 25, 2017.
Form : Rhyme. Syllable count : 13 each line.
Contest : Halloween Scare
Sponsored by : Russell Sivey.
A rat in bed
Before going to bed, I was thinking of my dog it liked sleeping
between my neck near the jugular vein, this I think made her
feel like a master of my life and death
In the night I could feel soft fur on my neck switched on the light
it was sleeping soundly mouth half open showing long front teeth,
a bloody big rat had taken the liberty to sleep with me.
First I panicked ran into the living room to find a hammer, but it was
in the shed, back in the bedroom the rat still sleeping ,I grabbed it by
Its tail carried it outside threw it into the street. I didn`t kill it, though,
the blood on the pillow and so on, also in case it had the soul of
my dog that had got a bit confused forgetting it was a vermin now
Proximity
Virility displaying
Animalistic hunting
Desirous energy coursing
Transparency in longing
Saturating primal urging
Sweaty scent promising
Sexual stimulations pulsing
Electrifying depths arousing
Voracious hunger thundering
Sleek predator pouncing
Jugular vein clamping
Contracting muscle exploding
Entangled bodies rolling
Beating hearts pounding
Killing swiftly, climaxing
Tousled tongue hanging
Satiated needing
I wake in a morning of your glory.
Your face so warm you hair all out of place.
I lie and listen to yesterdays story.
You talk with a sweet small voice.
I look at your words coming from your mouth.
I say “shushh” As a love rush comes into my mind.
I gently put my fingers to your lips.
I move in haste for the cherry taste.
The soft stick the coating on the rose.
I twist slightly round and touch your nose.
The kiss I give you so hot and warm,
Our salivas mix and it tickles.
The tastebuds dance on our tongues.
As you take and lose your breathe.
As I do mine. We hold each other for a long time.
And gently I pull back your head.
Tugging your long sweet smelling hair.
Placing my mouth on your neck.
You gasp for more air as we lie there.
My tongue runs down your pulsing jugular vein.
I enjoy the taste of your salty skin again and again.
You pull me closer holding me tight.
Just as you did most of the night.
You dont ever want me to go.
I gently lick your ear lobe.
And whisper in your ear.
Darling I love you thats all we both need to know.
JUGULARING SIX BALLS AT ONCE
Unlike myself can someone please use their brain
And tell me if a person can KNOW when they’re going insane
Is it when someone always walks into the same damned wall?
Or when a person can’t tell the summer from the fall?
I can’t be certain but I may be very close
And if anyone has thorazine please send me a dose
Because I can’t be sure but I think I’m nearing that point
And oxi-codone, xanax, doesn’t help nor does a joint
It seems to me if I were going insane I wouldn’t know it
I’d just decide if I should slit my jugular vein or throw a fit
I mean yesterday I knew south from north
Now all I do is walk back and forth
My brain has become an artifact of yesterday
And it’s becoming more difficult to hold insanity at bay
It’s as if my intelligence and memory have both been slain
So if anyone knows please tell me when one knows they’re going insane
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