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Premium Member Infestation of Critters

Nearly thirty inches below normal of rain this year
It's caused an infestation of critters who lurk near
Droning on and on, annoyingly buzzing in my ear
Waiting for the chance to stick me with their spear

With needle sharp weapons, like the point of a pen
Round and round my head they fly, again and again
I need hands to swat at them... the size of Big Ben
or maybe freeze them with liquid nitrogen or cryogen

Oh, bad mosquitoes! What a big proboscis they possess
Despite their intent, they've failed to cause me stress
Such wicked bites will never leave me a bloody mess
When they've fallen at my feet, I'll just say, "God bless."

I don't live in fear of them because it's all a charade,
the army of bloodsuckers, who seem to be on a crusade
to defy peace in every home, they've chosen to invade
So, it's time to zap the pesky insects with a can of Raid
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Graveyard Tales

Her blood curdled when she heard the howl
  But she kept on moving like a ghost on the prowl   
And quickened her steps to reach that place
Where someone waited for her embrace

In a graveyard in the dead of night
She met her lover in the pale moonlight
He was tall and frail,    all dressed in black
Then  when she got closer, he attacked

Biting her neck with bloodthirsty  desire
 She then became a  vampire
Other vampires emerged soon after
And filled the graveyard with ghoulish laughter

But the wicked witch who lived up  the road
had observed the bloodsuckers from her high abode
She despised the vampires, it was plain to tell
And cackled as she conjured up spells

The vampires knew of the evil witch
And they were prepared to win this fight
So they hatched a plan to kill the witch
As their blood thirst  grew from night to night

But the wicked witch was one step ahead
And turned them all to rats instead
In the dead of night under a full moon
They squeaked and scampered from tomb to tomb
While  the cackling  witch flew away on her broom
There is cause for alarm and reason to dread
The vampire rats now feed on the dead

Though the dearly  departed can have no dreams
Neither can they speak  or scheme
But if you pass the graveyard in the pale moon's gleam
Listen carefully and you'll hear them SCREAM .
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Bloodsuckers

Listen up to this cautionary tale
of a Halloween alien abduction.
Veiled by masks, space vampires use seduction
and trickery to suck the life from frail
humans, orchestrating every detail 
of this diabolical production.

They join the trick-or-treaters late at night,
feasting on the naïve, who think them, friends.
Once detected, it's too late for amends,
you'll vanish entirely out of sight.
Terrorized children, paralyzed with fright,
will wake up praying that their nightmare ends.

If you ever see such bloodsuckers, hide, 
before they try to take you for a ride.


(Verse)


10-16-2020


The following 10 words were used : alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed , Halloween, feasting, and diabolical.
Form: Verse

The Energy Vampire

The phone rings, or the door sounds a knock,
Upon answering , the feeling of disappointment descends upon me ,
blown in upon an ice cold wind of “Oh no not again“.

Before me stands the energy vampire the one who would suckle on my emotions and drain me of a good mood as if it were blood,
Eagerly partaking of this sustenance and giving no heed to any but its self.

Their words carry one meaning only, self ,self , self
This wretched creature stands in the bucket of crap they call their life and beacons  me to stand with them.

But I refuse,
It tries to drag me in to the mire of hopelessness that it wallows in.

On and on they bleat about themselves with no regard to others or to the blinding light that is the truth .

it shades its self from this light 
Looks away and tries to cover me with its cloak of misery.
Stating ,“there is room for you as well ! we can be cold together!”.

Still Ignoring my council and refusing to peer out from its depression
Its eyes still speak hunger for energy and my life in its entirety.

“Be gone foul wretch “
 I think to my self and make excuse to bring this time to an end.

At the parting the vampire states that it feels much better having talked to me, 
“Yes” I think to my self ,
you have just drained and fed off my energy ,[again]
But this will be the last time.


As I will be ready for your next visit or call 
The stake of home truth will pierce your cold selfish heart.

I shall silence your pitiful whining by shielding myself with not giving a damm,

And finally I will speak the mantra of 
‘There are far worse off than you,

Be gone vampire be gone .
Form: Epic

Premium Member Miracle Workers

In the dank, dreary domain of leeches 
bloodsuckers swim willy-nilly,
hither and thither in the murk.
Aquatic bloodhounds
sniffing the water, they zero in on lunch,
a warm barefoot or a leg will do just fine.
Like vampire bats,
they numb their bite, so it's painless.
Both the stuff of nightmares
and a prayer come true,
you mustn't judge them harshly; they're most beneficial.
Why else would nature
create such a parasitic creature? 
No one relishes the task
when I ask for volunteers to catch wild leeches;
they all have feet of lead as I lead them to the pond.
My colleagues refer to them as squirming syringes.
And yet, these lowly critters are miracle workers
once you get past their slimy feel and swamp smell.
It takes but a second
for their minute teeth to cut into bruised flesh
helping to restore blood circulation.


(Free Verse)


Aug. 15, 2018


When the World Will Waste

Sometimes I feel as if the world will end tomorrow. 
I feel the soil will rattle as the oceans awaken in a parasitic rage of humanity. 
I feel the doom of our existence dancing in a graceful fragility on the tip of our tongues. 
I feel the tender denial of death will wrap its cold limbs around us and inhale the sin of our souls.
The fire and the water will no longer engage in an endless battle of elemental pride. 
The trees and the dirt will rip off the path we forget to worship; a farewell of forged purification.
The horrors of humanity will rise in a price no virtue can bind to pay.
The sacrificial redundance of good, a waste to the bloodsuckers of skin. 
The goosebumps fight my heartbeat’s resistance to live.
My screams fight the water’s thirst to consume my gurgles.
The flail of my arms fight the world’s desire to strip my soul away.
As the salt swallows me whole,
As the cold drowns me in its void,
As my soul sacrifices to the rage,
I will call your name.<

May I Dance With You

She cried All Hallows Eve dancing under the twilit moon,
nothing to feel except the fear rushing through her veins-
She knew the night of Halloween would be coming soon,
and she would see her monster with blood-stained fangs.

The mirror disguised all hope for her redemption,
the comfortable torment from last year brought anticipation-
She knew deep down she would never be an exemption,
although her lover died during a quarrels reconciliation.

The eventide of anxiety reached its highest peak,
dismay captured her essence and she lost all her ease-
He arrived every Halloween but never did speak,
for he was made to bring death to the roaring seas.

One look at him she was filled with trepidation,
for another dance would really do her in this time-
But deep down she envied his thirst for retaliation,
as they danced, what was really going through his mind?

Deep dark secrets constantly reveal intimate desires,
the vampire arrived when she needed him the most-
His anger ignited a blazed moment ending with a bloody fire,
and she quickly burned turning into a hallowed ghost.

Halloween is not a night of tricking or treating, 
not for children to dress up as if they were vicious-
Not for adults to pass out candy while greeting,
but for bloodsuckers tasting life, so delicious. 

Dancing in tears with a tormented vampire, brought her deep fears filled with desire.


May I Dance With You Contest
Sponsor: Galeo DS
October 19, 2016
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Omen

The Omen

Harken ghouls and boos, the diabolical
wants you solely this festive Halloween eve
as we yield cautionary words not to stray
~~or face abduction,

by visiting vampires feasting on your blood
or an alien journey to their planet
as trickery confuse then they paralyzed 
~~you with their stun gun.

Grim bloodsuckers and unearthly invaders
creates a bone-chilling sensation that haunts
until its time that all present removes their
~~disguising costumes.

2020 November 01
*9th Place*
Halloween Challenge
~~Emile Pinet

The Demons Peace Pt1

Deep within my blackened soul
This dark nightmare grows
From putrid bile so foul

Where bloodied carnage grows
Festering in a venomous pit
Where only my demon goes

The bloodsuckers of the night
Scorn my very existence
Cowering as from holy light

The lupine howlers foul stench
Their savage bite takes no hold
On this weary wicked retch

Blackened tendrils, locks of hair
Burning eyes like fire aflame
Seek to seduce the maiden fair

With silky golden skin, and hair of red
Her body laid bare before me
"I am yours." is all she said

I saw a hand reaching out to touch her
The fingers were my own
All the sinful pleasures I could offer

And like a wisp she was gone
Ethereal shimmer fading in the dawn
No scent was left behind, absolutely none

And with the growing light, I retreated
To my unholy place inside
To see my bloody nightmares repeated

And so I slept and dreamed of frightful things
As the hours slipped by my writhing soul
Time flew away on bloodsoaked wings

The carnage inside my maddened mind
Took hold upon my very being
Taut and coiled, waiting to unwind

As my fitful slumber drew to a close
I glimpsed her fiery tendrils floating by
Her naked body an erotic pose

My wailing demons hushed their call
Clenched fists round roses thorns
Turning before me her body bares all

--- see PT2 ---
Form:

Premium Member - Bloodsuckers -


              Is it rude to tell a bald man
              a hair-raising story
              - "Your speaking ability and his hearing
              are not related to his lack of hair growth" -

              Sorry for the raspy sound -
              even bugs have the right to be heard and seen
              The mosquito burrows greedily into the shiny skull
              at the expense of his unhappiness
              The spirit of Bloody Mary
              drive the victim crazy with intense itching

              Mosquitoes drinking your blood until they burst
              Just how bloody is; Bloody Mary ?
              (the ultimate cure for hangovers)
              Protect your bald head from bright sunlight
                                          ... and bloodsuckers

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