Long Fright Poems
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I saw a ghost, when I was small,
It had a shadow, upon the wall.
My mother left, to go to the shop,
And the house is where, I had to stop.
Me and Buster, my precious old dog,
Who sat on my lap, like a heavy log.
We watched TV, and played around,
But got disturbed, we heard a sound.
A loud bang was heard, Buster took a look,
Whilst I lay still, for I was quite shook.
His snout went up, towards the air,
And he fell into a long, and gazing stare.
He barked as he ran, towards the door,
But soon he stopped, and looked at the floor.
He ran back to me, whimpering and scared,
And I cradled him, as he watched and stared.
I creeped to the door, to a long narrow hall,
And saw a shadow, upon the wall.
I gasped in awe, I was petrified,
‘There’s something here, it’s come inside’.
A door half open, at the end of the hall,
Began to move, and creak, then stall.
My eyes did widen, cold entered inside,
‘What is there?’ In the room it would hide.
The door would move, once again,
It widened the crack, and suddenly then,
Buster did run, away from me,
There was somewhere else, he’d rather be.
He hid on the sofa, as I slowly looked back,
Down the hall, and towards the crack.
Then I saw, the ghost appeared,
The crack in which, it slowly neared.
The room was dark, but light enough to see,
A large dark figure, that was looking at me.
The dread I felt, on that faithful night,
Kept me awake, until morning light.
My mum came home, and I told her the story,
Of a dark floating figure, with feelings so gory.
We went to bed, and the following day,
Her face was white, she had something to say.
‘You know that thing, you saw last night?’
She said to me, with her face of fright,
‘I woke up this morning, around quarter to three,
And the figure you said, was stood next to me!’
A true story
Eyes lose their way
in the neon and the numbers.
Departing, arriving,
surviving.
Does this arrow go west?
Failing that test.
Airports numb him
he discombobulates,
has to mentally unpack his baggage,
put them all back together again
pat his passport ten times, find a restroom,
discover he is turned around.
He papers over the missing words
on his missing papers.
Changing planes, mid-flight fright,
rushing between
one panic station and the next.
Finding the right desk beyond the lights.
The sweat of forgetting telephone numbers.
Where is the country he looks for
in the teaming traffic?
The forest road to his new home
is paved with lost directions.
Will he be able to translate language and time
when he gets there
a ‘there’ still way beyond
the gleaming maze of now?
Maps and choices
adrift now in the back of his mind.
He sits for a moment
among strangers in a strange place,
imagines calmly passing through customs,
his suit is not crumpled,
he arrives breathing normally
a calm well-seasoned traveler
walks almost confidently
out of a hazy terminal chaos.
Her skin softer than the softest pillow
Whiter than the snow in full light
The best thing you can see during the day
As well as night
Dreamy eyes she has got
The biggest and brightest of them all
As perfect as they can be
Getting lost in them is the best place you can be
Oh the nose
Accurate and precise,
A physicist’s fantasy
The perfect slope you can see
Her cheeks softer than softest cashmere
Red from all the blushing for me
Smooth and flawless
paradigm of serenity
Her eyebrows darker than the darkest trail of them all
With the curves big and small
And a hint of interest for me
I am the happiest of them all
Soft as a feather
Thin as pencil
Red as a rose
Her lips shake me to the core
Her hair trails of graphite
Darker than an abyss
Softer than sunlight
Flailing here and there and giving me fright
Her feminity in the prime
For her lover to embrace
The best one there can be
By God’s grace
Do not fear me, I am with you when you say good night
I will guide you, as I do now it's the end of the day
So, be calm. Gently walk through the fading light
Wrinkled skin and kyphosis, paralyze men with fright
when they see me hovering around, they start to pray
Do not fear me , I am with you when you say good night
The end is dignity, do not struggle with all your might
Do what's good, cleanse your mind; all the religions say
So, be calm. Gently walk through the fading light
I have seen you in great many races, this is not a fight
Cameras clicked and trophies held, you had your own way
Do it again, I am with you when you say good night
Life is short, endless duties, time is always tight
You lived a life of a genius, thats what people say
So, be calm. Gently walk through the fading light
As you wished, the horse-drawn carriage isn't white
Your fame is written on millions of petals, on your way
Do not fear now when it's time to say good night
So be calm. Gently walk through the fading light
Mermaid
This afternoon a mermaid swam to the shore and took flight, so you didn’t, know that the beautiful creatures who live in our seas can fly, she lifted her delicate silky wings and flew seeing me staring forlornly by the kitchen window with a dishcloth in my left hand not seeing a fairytale being I used to believe in as a child
She knocked on the window I opened up, but not much because close up she lolled like a Karen of the type saying men are useless but call you to open a tin of sausages or fetch her slippers in the bedroom Suddenly she took fright and flew away but the
knocking persisted it was my neighbor who wanted me to scrub her back, I helped her out of the bathtub, and before stood a scrawny 84-year-old mermaid
I was walking home one cold winter's night
On a country lane that was very dark
Odd feeling I had something wasn't right
Then behind me heard a growl and a bark.
I turned around but nothing could I see
T'was the midnight hour no one was about
My mind I thought is playing tricks on me
Then I heard it, a loud scream and a shout.
I froze on the spot overcome with fear
Thought I'd keel over from a heart attack
Loud shouting again it was getting near
I started running and didn't look back.
Then before me a dog with eyes bright red
I woke and vowed no more cheese before bed.
Written 28th April 2019
For Halloween fright poetry contest.
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire.
When the elders declare a war,
they have lived their lives.
Wars thundering through the
centuries,
Death is present to reap,
it’s the children who fall.
They haven’t walked enough,
in childhood’s discovering journey.
The bombs, the drones,
the guns,
the screams of fright,
dying under a sun they should
be playing in,
it’s the children who fall.
Dust plumes in the hellish rampage,
and in the rubble they are dead,
mothers, fathers wail to God Who
weeps on His heavenly throne.
Psyches bleed, ravaged by grief.
Wars trample and crush the flowers
of innocence,
as the butterflies search for them,
it’s the children who fall. ~
Leader, they won’t hesitate to obliterate
It’s you that they hate.
Once again, fighter jets are flying overhead
Gunfire is being deployed;
Our villages are going up in fire and smoke
Do you care that everything is being destroyed?
We are young men, rebel army soldiers
We’ve seen many corrupt things that you’ve done;
Forcing us to fight with illegal ammo and guns.
Resentful of the hate and propaganda you spew,
We no longer want to fight and risk dying for you.
We’re ready to flee your army and have a better life;
We’re exhausted from years of conflict and every day strife.
We want to liberate from oppression and live our lives free;
We no longer want to be intimidated of your blood- stained machete.
You shout orders and demands at us all day long;
Hiding in hot dense jungles isn’t where we belong.
We want to return to our villages and live with our families;
Instead of participating in these atrocious casualties.
I never wanted to be a soldier, but I had no choice;
I was abducted from my village as a child— I had no voice.
Fight with your army or watch my innocent family die;
I could do nothing but walk away and watch my family cry.
Brainwashed to hate and trained to fight;
Destroy the enemies and instill great fright.
Automatic guns shoved into our young hands;
As children, we were confused— we didn’t understand.
We witnessed misery, suffering, and so much bloodshed;
We were taught that our actions were justified, but we were lied to and misled.
We now recognize and admit that you have a heart and soul of black;
You are remorseless, merciless, and brutal;
You are a real maniac!
Your evil actions we will no longer condone;
We just want freedom and peace now—
To our families, we are decidedly going home.
I shall write an ode one day,
To my lord of the eternal spray,
When I can no longer walk the shore,
When I cannot endure the heat,
Of children starving in the street,
And I can no longer bear to hear,
The screams of spirits, loved ones dear,
And in my ode, I shall ask,
What workman could have forged the glass to block the darkest light from fright,
Maligning my air, my stars, my night?
What engineer could be so skilled,
To devise a foam so potent in form,
Clearing waste of human storm,
The day comes, the sea and I shall be one,
And I sing my ode as devoted son,
Waiting with kindred until child prays,
For our cartharsis of the spray.
Change is what we need to do, a perfect crime
Working 24/7 on lazy, crazy, busy, fussy days…gone astray, going cray-cray…
Focused and song-tracked at the same time
I flawed flawless on fleek, being a geek…seeking praise in many a-weird way…
Obviously, I’m a joke not taken lightly
Obliviously, you choke on blameworthy words
Stop YOUR Scrutinizing that you do so easily
I made up a new genre called “rop” – part pop and rap… as absurd as hatebirds
“I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sickah” –Beyoncé “Partition”
Beyoncé’s halo shines bright and she goes beyond say with her every action of saturated satisfaction and glamorized interaction, a daily diva decision
All eyes shower me with stage fright and yes, I quoted the Queen of POP
You got a prob? Don’t be a snob and chuckle sob…because it’s my job to get people giggling with poetic fiddling…and I will not put it on a STOP
From a distance, you can be merry and party when you see my reputation go from a fame-fairy skyscraper to a rodent, barreling in the filthy ground
I have bled out crimson creativity
Naturally, its this ink I called alienated ambition
It’s my cemented ink exclusively
Apparently, they say that I have naïve intuition