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An army of vampires, this night’s parade. Paralyzed are the gawking present day minds. Mouths agape, rubbing eyes, a thought that there may be no escape. The sign out front would be humorous except it’s diabolical.
we will be feasting
this Halloween by moonlight
do join our blood drive
One couple hopes for an alien abduction, seems less threatening at the moment. A cautionary tale, for their wish has been granted. Down comes the ray, lifting them to a giant dinner plate. Trickery, the treat celebrated earlier in the week.
alien vampires
delighted with honored guests
no need for ketchup
10/19/2020
Contest: Halloween Challenge
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Haiku portion of haibun checked with howmanysyllables.com
Word list: alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed , Halloween, feasting, diabolical
Technically, not a sea at all,
Lake Superior churns up its share of sea storms.
There is not a lot to do in Marquette, Michigan:
Except for high school drivers to "buzz the gut",
Or cruise past a courthouse where "Anatomy" was filmed.
You could smoke dope or drink underage
Under a disused, fourteen story ore pocket dock.
Rusted off shards of flat black paint
Fall on the gently sloshing waves.
There is a breakwater of dumped cement blocks
That has a chain-linked fence and sign that says,
DANGER! NO TRESPASSING!
But of course, the young ones do.
And better yet if a sea storm comes.
Maritime law forbids including those who drown
As sailors lost at sea.
He was a loud spirit slinking down the hall
Haunting you hear it the loudest quiet talk
Neither friend nor foe just a void in the air
Seems to have been yet is definitely there
Stealing the air from the room like a tomb
His presence isn’t soothing nor should it doom
Sticking to the corners and avoiding light
More powerful there and in the bowels of night
Some say he was a soul from years ago
That a horrific tragedy torments his soul
Doing no harm in his dark pitiful form
He is like a ghoul devoid of any charm
Even this poor thing has a purpose
A cautionary tale told to serve us
Envious emerald eyes eat everything they see
Seeking soulful meals sinning repenting reinventing
Youth is no excuse for the babies are truthful
Your selfishness serves only you yet
Can be viewed as a cautionary tale
Every thing that looks good isn’t
Are you all you eat really envious eyes
Have you had humble pie
What did it taste like
Did you swell up with pride
Or deplete of ego inside
Eyes that seek peace yet warring
Eyes that need engaging story
What if you turn your gaze to within
Not in self hate but in renewing and mend
Growing green apple of eyes
Building dreams and living life
As an example a sample of grace
Envious emerald eyes on your beauty we wait
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THE OUGHTUMIBLIUM COMPLOMIMOIUS.....laSvargh
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Written by:A Blare
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Sickness refers to a state of ill health,
a device that creates sickness is
dangerous to all life wherever it is.
disease, or nausea, characterized by
symptoms like vomiting, fever, fatigue,
and pain. A Pernicious device created for a purpose of
destroying and obliterating life.
A portable, backpack-sized device emits
pulsed radio frequency energy and
contains various Russian components,
according to intelligence and defense
sources. Acquired in a 2024 undercover
operation, this technology is believed to
be capable of producing the neurological
symptoms. such as vertigo, headaches,
and cognitive impairment.
The plausible cause for the symptoms
is the device. A device which utilizes pulsed
radio frequency energy. Detailed information
regarding the device speaks to it's size
and portability The apparatus is designed to be
moblie which contain foreign components of
Russian origin, with possible rogue actors
involvement.: Such devices are capable of
directing energy through walls or air over
significant distances.
The black market, potentially linked to a
foreign adversary, with Russian components
suggesting potential state involvement.
Words and terms aren't designed to create
panic they are usually directed to prepare for
something that has aprodibilty of happening.
Admonition, cautionary, and alert.
These terms represent communication
aimed at advising against danger
It is a black, moonless night; bleak and barren
the desert landscape is alien with twisted cacti shapes.
Elongated shadows fall upon fresh blood kill, with gapes
a cautionary reminder of coyotes, or were they vampires?
The mind can play its trickery when it is terrified...
...a wrenching sound, a blinding light, a sinister abduction.
Tranquilized and paralyzed, I falter as I lay
exhausted and helpless on this cursed Halloween night.
How can I escape these terrors from without and within?
Will howling werewolves be feasting upon my flesh tonight?
I hear the wind whipping through the diabolical world
of devils and demons
I cannot escape, I am woefully undone...
... until I am startled awake by my dog’s sticky tongue!
Written on 10/26/2020
For Halloween Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind
across infinitely open and wide prairie home companion land
(which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Elliot)
a barren vista ravages metaphorical landscape
of one measly mortal malcontent male
bumping and scraping along accursed habiliment
just barely avoiding and dodging diabolical demons
mercilessly and unrelentingly ready
to seduce this somewhat sanguine Simian
who finds himself amidst the pitfalls
of a tortured and twisted existence
racked with pinions describe bing
a demonic dragon filled dungeon
damp, dark, demented domains –
a veritable no man’s land
impossible to escape no matter how fast I -
as a foo fighter flee
from the fearful, fierce-some phantasmagoric forms
figments of my imagination seemingly real
tangible as bone and flesh
who haunt sacred crowded house of slumber
transmogrify me into a loathsome madman
ranting raving senseless gibberish and sic gobbledygook
perceived as metaphysically n philosophically insane
as soundgarden syllabification
from one womanly World Wide Web wayfarer
which virtual vagabond venerates vowels
and possesses means and tees to till verse
akin to a sorceress who waves a magic wand
to produce supreme sentences
weaves tantalizing terrific tweed topographic tundra’s
that this admirer of her artful and colorful poetic endeavors
prompts me to accompany my mindscape
as a thought-provoking troubadour
amidst the information super byways and highways
along winding labyrinths of critical thinking
or simply stepping o'er rolling stones
of silly rhymes without wing less reason
all the while giving subtle egress
into that chamber of secrets
long kept shut tight to maintain
that sure footed stance of solitude
whose only entities happened
to constitute trappings of literary lugubriousness
those tombs of largesse identified
as great works and masterpieces of literature
yet careful to avoid complete intimacy
lest that cherished solitude shattered
and a heart rent asunder
twin tower ring inferno imp perils of loss that provide
an understandable cautionary tale
to the author of this rambling missive
a most profoundly perceptive acute Ape man
touched to the quick with a bit of angel dust
aware that this agonized and angst riddled arboreal beast
contents himself with the confines of cyberspace!
The Two Little Cubs: A Quest for identity.
(A Cautionary Tale)
Two little leopard cubs
One shy, one bold,
went out to play
in the wild wide world.
Bold so bright -
Life a big adventure.
Shy so quiet-
Life a no go venture.
Played games together-
Shy learnt from Bold,
Rough and tumble
Not always gentle.
Which one do you think escapes
the focus of real danger?
Hidden out of sight...
Aqua Marine Musing again...
31 March, 2025.
True story captured by a wildlife photographer.
Lions are the fiercest of enemies for leopards. They attack and kill leopards without hesitation. The more adventurous cub, not yet
fully experienced in life was killed by lions. The "shy" cub escaped... To live another day.
Reminds me of Proverbs 22:3
"The shrewd one sees the danger and conceals himself.
But the I experienced keep right on going and suffer the consequences..."
An Oracle, ‘’ a cautionary tale’’
The man was called upon to help he went, heart full of love, not his own
but (put there) questions and laughter..are (you surely sent) then test the
spirits was a teaching the ‘‘executive Minister’’ applied, an overriding
rule his intent! Journey down to a little old hall, seemed to rub them up
wrong yet trying (to answer that call) started too early was often the slot
to preach, a new understanding of Christians this treatment did teach, as
the Deacon changed leaders amid small slights and large. Till late in 1991
the Holy spirit took charge..! Psalms 36 verses 1 to seven thru, (n k j)
taking this note to the executive was what he must do, and feeling in a
a condition of de ja vue, just wrote outreach name not feeling worthy
and not wanting to lay blame. 3 months later the Deacon saw red, took
a knife half cut off brother in laws finger a shame, step down the testing
preacher then said, still attending church meetings and opening halls
rolls 10 years on, & the full fulfilment now calls. His son argues with blood
uncle.. Ex-Deacon arrives kills this brother with a shotgun over another
he drives, also shoots him a no more (progeny shot) then he goes to the
slammer to await his lot.!
Copyright Joe Maverick 2011
For the Glory of God & ^Rick Parise’s Oracle contest, I see that this
Contest was not the idea of a man. But Rick is being used to set the
Stage to show Gods prophetic power, the above is a true story I knew
All of the people involved, I believe that this contest fits the saying
That all hidden things will be brought into the light, I have no
Personal knowledge of Rick, yet you would be forgiven for thinking we have
dreamed this opportunity up..! (I submit this work as Gods entry)
My dear eagle,
I do not abhor you, though I may have spat your name with bitter curses
We are bound in the same chains
Just because you do not struggle
Because you cannot feel them bite against your neck
Does not mean they are not there
You think you are like them because you fly
You think you are closer to a god on Olympus
Than a man, chained forever to the ground
But we men see, and so to do the gods, that you are more mortal than those you rip each day to pieces
You say you are free,
But do you choose each day to consume me?
To tear my liver from my body,
to decimate your own brother
Do you do this out of love for your uncaring master?
Or because you know, deep in your chest, that if you do not it will be you who lies in my place
Limbs splayed in agony
Gut a grotesque display for those who watch from below
A cautionary tale
But let me tell you, my dear eagle
Though I suffer, still I smile
For the spark I stole cannot be extinguished
The wisdom I shared cannot be forgotten
It spreads across the earth, a quiet blaze
The people’s rage
Is not for you, but for your master
He who clips your wings with your pitiful consent
Though you, like so many, masquerade as a god you can never be
Harm your people as the gods do to protect from their own wrath
I, like so many, despite this futility, raise my chin
And spite the gods with undying breath