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An apple hung on lofty limb
Rosy red, softly glimmering
Against cool Autumn's waning light
Looking longingly at the sight
Dreaming desperately for a bite
A clever man hatched his plan
He shook the tree with all his might
But no effort of mortal man
Could loose that apple red and grand
Hungry belly, fraught with dismay
The man began to walk away
When hint of wind swept 'cross his face
Perhaps there was another way
Falling on his knees he prayed
Nothing happened and now twas dark
Leaning back against tree bark
Feeling forlorn, his outlook stark
Chilling gusts left him shivering
Cold and hungry, dark and dreary
When sudden thud he heard clearly
Rosy red sweet satisfaction
The hooded figures hollow eyes glared,
while with his bony hand he beckoned me to join him.
I could feel searing embers burn below,
inside the shadow that surrounded my soul.
I became lost inside this demon's heartless fury.
The circle of fire I could hear it`s call,
it`s haunting beat strangled my soul.
In a zombie like trance
I joined this ungodly feast, and ball.
Then I danced with the faceless demon beasts.
A stirring wind suddenly blew, chilling my bones.
And emerging before my eyes a reaper appeared.
In a eerie voice he asked me
to follow him through the door.
I said "no, I still have so much life to live."
lightening flashed
and out of the light an angel arose.
"This one is mine!" to the reaper he yelled.
Then whispering to me,
"your time is not at hand, when your ready, into my cosmic realm you will be."
Suddenly the ground shook and tremored
The sky turned fiery red.
and the rivers ran with burning sulphur.
The angel and reaper began to fight and battle.
Their prize...possession of my soul.
then everything went black.
How long I was out I do not know,
but I reawaken in realities world.
Bathing in the shadow of the bright moonlight,
and the curtain sky of stars I could spy.
I asked myself.
was that a dream
or did that really happen to me.
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for dance of death contest
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
A packet of seeds arrived one day they were
like small yellow beads
I shook the packet to make my little daughter smile
the packet slipped and strewn in my backyard.
We went inside as it grew dark
I heard a howl and then a growl and now certainly a bark
I peeped out of my kitchen window, miniature
creatures were popping out of seeds.
From the corner of my eye I could see the King
of the jungle was chilling with his lot.
The wolf was looking at the moon and howling out of tune.
The deer and antelope were grazing peacefully
The monkeys were busy eating bananas and had
left none on the tree.
The bears were scoring with my pears and one
was carried now by three.
Midnight struck and all grew quiet in my back yard
I sealed the door and went to bed uneasy.
When I awoke it was morn’, all the animals were gone
the yellow husk was the only thing left for me.
15.08.2020
O to be a poet!
What must I do?
Need special rhymes
I pursue…
perhaps elegant forms
transcending more common,
like Midas touch
words golden~ a poet’s Mammon!
O when will an artist get honored
due – afford even a stove without a hand
operated flue; companion after companion
in wraps, out the door, shouting,
a chilling~ I love you...but I’m Through!
Unable to fill her stomach enough
with elegant phrases, with grand sketches
on pages, while her less
enamored friends render their prosperous
soulmates lavish praises: hooked up with
lawyers and doctors, learned researchers,
doing battle with nature’s debilitating curses --
politicians…? O Well, no one’s perfect
while everyone agreeing, the dedicated
artist, is such a well-intentioned, thoughtful bloke
the irate landlord shaking his head, again bemoaning
I know...late with the rent, still broke….
The graveyard, shrouded in pale mist, so hauntingly eerie,
dampen spirits as the full moon loses her glow - dreary!
I float, like a vapour, amongst lifeless, inky shadows;
solitary yew tree, groaning with age, as the wind blows.
A ravens cold, chilling stare, shoots shivers within my soul
as I glance at fresh earthly mounds next to an empty hole.
Decaying flowers, leaves, disfigures forlorn, relic graves
as melancholy whistling heralds me in mournful waves.
I wander past headstones sheathed in mould, epitaphs long gone,
This sacred place seems familiar to me as night draws on.
Movement beyond a mausoleum - am I all alone?
I feel I am being beckoned to something to be shown.
Hypnotic, ethereal sounds now on this Halloween Eve -
I am guided to a grave where I shall lay down and grieve.
For, as I kneel against sodden turf, horror upon face,
An inscription enlightens me - I dwell - at this resting place!
On a cold November morning
Frost wrapped the world in an ashy hue
Sucking the heart from silence
As an optimistic sun gazed through
Naked branches of oak and maple
Peeking through the limbs of gray
Lighting the indigo skies with grace
Dancing, flowing, praising
In waves of enchantment, such riches
Radiating warmth and awaking
The crackle of leaves, stunned
By the bitter air, the chilling stare
Of freezing sparkles on thoughts
Met by the luster of dawn
Revelations caress the mind
Of those who listen to the pulsations
Rumbling through the thoughts
Echoes of dreams, dulled
By reality’s dark plans for the one
Who listens to shadowy feelings
Deprived of hope or faith
Lingering on the edges of silhouettes
Who dread the moment, stirring
To life – the sense of delight
Inspiration and insight
Peppering the darkness in joy
Pleasures like seeds who’ll be growing
Love, the anointing
Of a life full of glory
A frosted November Sunday
Breathless and murky with hues
Of obscure inklings twinkling
Like the hesitating stars
On a quiet night
Flooded with desires, dreams
Amazed by the creation
Blessed by His presence
Even here – among the thorns
Who hasten to bite soft flesh
With frozen barbs, like wire
Bringing the ooze
Of crimson flowing over
Icy cool thoughts
Enriching the heart
With feelings from a deep
Longing, a need
For the belief that imagines
Love is forever
A never ending feeling
Forever giving
Never leaving
Always satisfying
On a cold and vibrant November morning
Love melts the heart
Who is yearning for the promise
Of a feeling that brings
Joy beyond words, more alive
Than the dance that inspires
Poets to write, artists to paint
As hearts unite
To share their life!
Gone, now just a memory the warmth of summer,
winter's icy fingers now take a harsh grip turning
land to frozen waste. Blanketing it in snow as the
nights draw in, reflecting the bright moon.
Children having fun sledges rushing down the hill
and snowmen appear standing as sentinels to winter.
The whisk of skiers as they fly past speeding downwards
their colourful ski suits adding splashes of vivid colour.
Jack Frost hard at work decorating trees with icicles
some short and others long sparkling, reflecting light
appearing like gems amidst the sprinkled snow covered
branches. Once more winter reigns supreme.
Icy winds howl across the valleys causing drifts
of snow some eight foot deep, chilling bones
making us huddle down in fleece lined coats
Rosy cheeks blaze out from under hoods,
And fingers freezing cold from handling snow.
contentment in every face as people head home.
To cups of hot chocolate and toasty warm fires
shutting out for now winter's icy blast.
Restless ghostly night,
whilst full moon hangs bright
drench in yellow with fright.
The hour of All Hallow's Eve
has chimed like a venal thieve;
all in wild frenzy they leave.
A shrill whistle in the distance
behest by spirits persistence
and wicked witches on broom assistance.
Those brave to be out in the dark,
stumble in their steps they mark,
as lanterns in trembling fingers spark.
Twilight soul into burnt cinder
shadows and ghost linger,
as cowering frightened dogs whimper.
Luminously yellow eyes blaze,
of the alluring vampire's gaze,
in the dark a hypnotic maze.
Goblins, gnomes, and black fairies
dance around blood-red berries;
a chilling ritual mummeries.
Standing in the moonlight there,
a few feet from toadstools; a pixie pair,
merry tricksters everywhere.
Waxen daylight creeps across the sky,
arise a yawn from sneaking dawn nigh.
Gone, in a wink All Hallow's Eve cunning and sly
10/25/2021
Children Story
She said his grin was as charming
as a Shoebill Stock.
Warning others of his lack of
beauty and handsomeness.
His presence caused others
to feel spooked and haunted
creating a situation hard to ignore
and forget.
Nearing 3;45 the clouds
overtook the sunlight
a chilling darkness
took it's place. Glooming the
edges of daytime
a start upon her face. He stood there
watching and waiting
with no expression on his face.
I gazes toward her to gain my
composure, his ugly face looking
at me. He dropped his head
might I may see him,
there the things of nightmarish
stories ,stood before me.
I refused to gasp or
insult him he acted cool and cleverly.
leaving we gave him distance
before we talked about abou him
and his gasping entity.
Yet which in his presence
bad omens flush the veins
to the soul, and chill you to
the bone.Giving way to how
it is easiest to understand
why the have carny him into
legend. Tweed suit or frock coat
a costume that creates his
character. Elbarote groans and moans
they say they hear.
A story were he stood
in a doorway durning a storm.
And lightening striking when
the door creaked open. She said his face
looked as charming as a Shoebilled Stork
and spooky as cold chilled cloudy day,
his haunting persona is meant
to unravel: to pertrfy your
unluckness away.
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