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Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and
freighted with the memories and the dreams of time.
—H.P. Lovecraft, The Best of H.P. Lovecraft:
Bloodcurdling Tales of Horror and the Macabre
His Overboard Tale
My captain bellows, “heave-ho.”
Off the plank I go, overboard.
I plunged into the night, entangled in
aberrant irises of the deep.
When my abject insanity rewinds,
I wish that I had swallowed the sea.
The kiss of salt and seaweed,
the wretch filled my lungs.
The Shes were more fish than maid
with huge hips and floundering tails.
The strange language of burbles,
their breasts made me gag…
Seahag hair, menacingly like Medusa’s.
I surmised sirens locks would actually bite.
My dreams capsized.
Why am I alive?
I’d rather that the chest be covered.
I shall never recover.
That’s why this landlubber
drinks and drinks, burbles.
At the end I was found on a rock.
I hit the rocks hard.
Swallow the water, lad.
Leave no room for desire.
Mermaids are a misnomer;
breaststroking in Bruichladdich proof.
Have a swim lad in this label
and stay far away from shore.
Costuming Halloween
Masque my visage fast!
…So my eyes bulge out, drunken red, and give me
purpled, hairy lips and cheeks to complete
My bloodcurdling look — Yikes!
So scary…Not sweet!
So chilling that Halloween’s
Gross memories of seeing me will not be beat!
Then, when I float from door to door,
Levitating on a smoky breeze,
To greet the folks’ aghast gazes, I’ll growl
with a phantasmal voice to haunting, I’ll declare,
“Boo! Trick or treat!” and
They’ll step back away as if shock could kill, but
Thrilled, gasp, “Hey! Your costume’s a blast!”
Whereupon, I’ll begin my Halloween act
By morosely sharing, “T’is not a costume at all,
But my natural state…’T’is my own gross, gremlin grin;
My own foot-long ears; my own outlandish, fear-frizzed hair,
That altogether has me wailing, especially on
H a l l o w eve n night
“BOO-hoo! Boo! Boo-hoo!”
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(c) sally young eslinger 10/30/2023
Happy Birthday Jim!
I’ve heard it said . . . our future is in peril and deadly danger
Those close to us are listening, to the whispers of a stranger
The Word of God lies hidden, in the depths of cold despair
Lying buried under lies and hate
Deceit hangs in the air!
I’ve heard it said . . . that bankers are a privatised cartel
Hold monopoly on our futures, past and present times as well
Write the policies of the World, through corrupted CEO’s
But we’ve been down that road before
That’s just the way it goes!
I’ve heard it said . . . A President elect, is what is needed
A parasite or paedophile, twisted jokers unimpeded
Both hands are drawn, unholy as voters standing vexed
Voters drenched in cold abandon
As zombies standing hexed
I’ve heard it said . . . pandemics are caused by EMR
Evidence of 200 years lends proof they do so far
From recent Star wars project days, Musks satellites laid low
To Bob the Duck and Quantam Baby
Radar and radio
I’ve heard it said . . . New Babylon is surely on the cards
A collusion of musicians, choose to play the Devils bards
Bloodcurdling revelations, sacrificial lambs to savour
Iniquitous borne melodies
To trade for Satans favour
I’ve heard it said . . . RFID’s the only chip we’ll need
A Beastly brand of ownership, to mark the Devils seed
The cadence upon the wind Lord, as it rolls
Unknowing next for whom
The Bell it Tolls
I’ve heard it said . . . our leaders calling out for martial Law
Agenda 30’s rapid rise to being, without a flaw
Shadow governments pulling strings on all our borders
Screams of Angels drowned beneath
Our New World Orders
I’ve heard it said . . . the authors of the codes aren’t flying blind
Re-splicing of Mans D.N.A is foremost in their minds
A pocket full of posies, all fall down
Culling virus’s prevail
As we slowly drown
I’ve heard it said . . . our prayers alone are the only comforts left
Our souls He’s dealt a losing hand, the Lords love stands bereft
Armageddon’s on the horizon, End of Times
Our future in the making reeks
Of ancient nursery rhymes
SCARY RHYME
Walking on talking screaming boards
Throat gurgling blood slashed from behind
Repugnance revulsion bodies ignored
Frightmovie disgust shocker fear combine
What's it to you zombie slasher mayhem
Apocalyptic phobia fear affright scared frighten
Bizarre ballerina bloodcurdling cemetery eerie incandescent
Enchanted evil eyeballs fluorescent,electroluminescent
Cut your throat
A killer's joke
Crown chilling ghoulish glittered beings
Morbid moonlit mysterious mausoleum
Mysterious midnight nightmare crest
Phantasm phantom poltergeist
Wizardry wicked wizardry Satan watch
Limbs dangling daunts
Tangled bloody bodies cry find
Symbolic SCARY RHYME
10/04/18
For Scary Or Spooky Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Charlie McKee against wise advice,
Went into Lucas Swamp cold as ice,
Told of savage beast that kills on sight,
Thought he was day’s true king and dark’s bold knight.
He held the Swamp’s risks were oversold,
But threat of dangers had been foretold,
He yielded to his gigantic ego,
And misjudged the Swamp’s vile entrapment pro.
There are eyes on you, a vile fiend,
Dark probing eyes of livid green,
O'er the jaws of a razor-sharp grin,
Pearly whites much like needle pins.
On windy nights, folk can hear howling,
From out of Lucas Swamp, loud growling,
Bloodcurdling screams fill their souls with fright,
Charlie went in the Swamp, but didn’t come out.
My devilish mausoleum painted
with bloodcurdling remains
Cobweb gives spine-tingling
in mummified body
Tonyx
The knowledge of necromancy
- unknown X ?
Macabre beasts, tyrannize
a world of exorcism
Anti depressants !
The galaxy grows cold and poor
GoRe, gorE ... GoOOOre
- destroy the planet
Haunted xanadu didilduX
Bloodcurdling...
A scream splits through the dead of night,
sharp as glass, raw with pain,
choking, gasping, lost from sight.
Bloodcurdling...
Footsteps pound down hollow halls,
too fast, too near, too filled with dread,
yet silence lingers after all.
Bloodcurdling...
A door swings wide with aching groan,
a shadow lurches, jagged, wrong,
its breath is heat, its touch is bone.
Bloodcurdling...
The walls are slick, the floorboards creak,
something drips, slow and thick,
a crimson trail too fresh to speak.
Bloodcurdling...
A whisper hums against your ear,
too close, too soft, too full of glee--
You thought you'd run... but you're still here.
Naught for the Faint in Heart
Harrowing bloodcurdling decapitations, decomposing cadavers, and spine-tingling minions of apparitions,
that unravels in this gothic horror too spooky for the sane,
a haunted house wizard's necromancy as orbs creeps out the culled to unnerving extreme conditions,
with levitations abound as specters possess those they drain,
a witch incantations o'er boiling cauldron with the eyes of newt, whorling bats, hooting owl renditions,
arched black cat hissing as the mangled mouse shrieks wane,
hair-raising tools of chainsaws, pitchforks, guillotines, scythe, thumbscrews, and fatal games of volitions,
petrified palpitations immeasurable to read a pulmonary vein.
2020 October 30
*5th Place*
8 Lines of Spooky Rhyme
~~Tania Kitchin
The night is dark, the night is deep,
The night itself is now asleep;
But there are some nocturnal creatures deprived of slumber
Lurking in the city's allies and corners
Just waiting for an innocent prey
To come across their way;
The hapless victims always try to fight
But seldom can they withstand the might
Of those crafty creatures of the night
Who always remain out of sight.
The night is dark, the night is deep
It's been darkened by the gruesome deed
Of the nasty vultures who tend to feed
On the carcasses of the ones who don't heed
The warning signs that they often hear
That the devilish creatures are indeed near.
The city is nice, the city is fine
Though you may hear once in a while
Echoing through the streets at midnight strike
A bloodcurdling shriek or a pitiful whine
Then you'll realize that perhaps this time
The nocturnal creatures have sat to dine.
The night is dark, the night is deep
But why does the night silently weep?
The night was young and so beautiful
But now she is a sight so pitiful,
She's always scared and full of fear
Perhaps the nocturnal creatures are near!
Form:
Laying down, out in the open,
Here, in the stillness of the night,
Looking up to the stars shining bright,
The gentle breeze blowing at the fabric,
That covers the palest parts of my skin,
Taking in the sights of the moon,
And the radiance that surrounds it,
The transparent clouds float on by,
A shadow
Something moved beside me,
Alarming me to this unnerving sensation,
My body prickled like a spider creeping Crawling up my skin,
The beast breathed sending my worst fears,
Afraid it was going to eat me,
My eyes moved to the side to look,
Now I wished I didn’t
I was frozen by the sight of its eyes,
Its eyes glistened with its evil thoughts,
He appeared out of nowhere beside me,
Baring all his teeth,
I saw the beasts pink gums its purely white sharp teeth,
Like fangs on a wolf the drool hang from the side of its mouth,
The drool it bobbled with the movement of its tongue,
Growling and grunting,
That repulsive smell of its was bloodcurdling like a Decomposed corpse in a casket .
In one quick movement, it howl
With my last share,
I Cringed has it started Feasting on my skin.
written for the creep me out contest
by Davina browne 2015