Long Fright Poems
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Constant jeopardy is something we must accept.
An asteroid whizzed by on a near-intercept.
Two million miles is not a distance that is far.
It was a reminder of how vulnerable we are.
The close call happened to be just last night.
Many around the world are startled with fright.
There are plenty of big rocks floating around in space.
If one hits us, it may end the human race.
We are not old enough to remember the fate of the dinosaur.
Those big reptiles roamed the planet in numbers galore.
Something happened, and they are not around anymore.
To insure the survival of the species called “man”,
don’t you think it’s a good idea to have a contingency plan?
From a news story found on aol.com
Go to sleep now.
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And when you awake you will find
A new world, with new desires
New feelings, new beliefs and new joys
You will experience a sense of total satisfaction
Acceptance, and sureness of yourself
No more pain and need and disappointment
Only gentle bliss.
But that makes me less
That steals away my humanity, my comparisons
My decisions; even my mistakes.
You don’t have the right to deny me my suffering
Who makes these decisions anyway?
Let me up -- I must go
Damn these straps and your stone-faced grin!
Let me up -- My tears spew with hatred
Rage seething as my blood and snot and weeping mix
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Go to sleep now. . . .
She's the look of a hothouse flower;
She seems to be losing power-
Like a rose in need of summer shower!
Like a bird retreating to summer bower!
Hair plastered, her dress a mess,
She's been under a current stress.
Susanna didn't mean to transgress,
But, she's a tendency to obsess.
Her eyes wild, and full of remorse,
Desperation left Susanna no recourse.
When comes the time for the discourse,
She shall wilt, of course!
She's a certain look of fright,
In her slow and hopeless flight.
Though none yet know of her plight,
Her future's suddenly not so bright!
She's the look of a desert bloom,
Sweltering in some unhappy room.
Susanna seems about to swoon;
She's danced to the wrong tune!
Why should I try to make sense of it all
when thus far all endeavors have failed?
Why should I struggle to win in this world
when each chance that I’ve had I’ve assailed?
What can I make of the pieces that lie
broke and scattered in front of my view?
What is the purpose of picking them up
when it’s clear I don’t know what to do?
Why should I hope for the darkness to leave
and the sadness to fall from my eyes,
when it’s clear I will never give up this charade
and stop hiding behind all the lies?
I’ve gone through these questions again and again,
but the answer is always the same -
that I don’t have the answers, not even a clue
and I’ve only my own self to blame.
For I’ve pushed away everyone who ever tried
to assist me and show me they cared,
and I’ve burned every bridge that my path ever crossed
just to prove to the world that I dared.
So I stand all alone with no friends and no home
and no future to speak of you see.
And no reason to live, so no reason to give
anyone any chance to reach me.
For I know what they’ll say as the coax and the sway
me to come back from off of this ledge,
but I’m on my way down to my hole in the ground,
my next step to become my last pledge.
But I’m frozen in fright looking into the night
at the city that brought me to stand
here atop of this wall, so I’ll try all in all…
reaching out to take the angel’s hand.
The faces of the parents revealed neither worry nor care.
They were not afraid, but there was an unusual scare.
Kids walked alone, not for tricks, but for treats.
No child was worried about the candy eats.
All that mattered was that the candy was sweet.
And always with respect, the kids did greet.
There were no razors or pins to be found in the candy.
And the children were free of harm from any evil enemy.
Nor was there even one deadly or toxic cookie.
Every policeman on the streets was a rookie.
There was a girl dressed like a queen.
And there was a boy dressed like a king.
No one was deceived, nor was anyone bereaved.
It was a very good night, one surprisingly free of fright.
By comparison to every prior Halloween, this was a dream.
A night like this was due; A Halloween too good to be true.
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We’re having a Seder on Zoom
And Passover foods we'll consume.
We’ll eat as a group
Things like matzoh ball soup
But our seats won’t be in the same room.
We’ll read the Haggadah to tell
Of the story we all know so well –
How the Jews, once enslaved,
Crossed the sea and were saved
Though they wandered around for a spell.
Tradition requires we recite
Plagues which filled the Egyptians with fright:
Locusts, blood, boils and then
Frogs and more, which made 10,
All repeated on Passover night.
So by sundown, the Seder will start,
Though from custom we have to depart.
Still, by screen we’ll connect
And we’ll one day reflect
How this plague couldn’t keep us apart.
My friends were here;
We saw no deer.
(They’re hiding from the cull.)
It would appear
The atmosphere
In Hemlock* seems quite dull.
The time was nigh;
My friends waved bye
And headed to the city.
I will not lie;
I’d hoped we’d spy
A bear, but here’s the pity:
By morning’s light
I had a fright
Which made me stop and gawk.
A mama bear
With cubs, a pair,
Passed by me on my walk.
Who would believe
When friends take leave
The action just gets started?
I can’t conceive
That just last eve
They bearlessly departed.
It goes to show
You never know
What Nature may have waiting;
And even though
My friends did go,
Those bears kept navigating.
Perhaps next year
They’ll reappear
When those same friends come calling;
Then we’ll all spear
A souvenir
Of Nature most enthralling!
*Hemlock Farms, a community of homes in Pa.
Against existential uncertainty...
I have prayer-partners, hoisting me
to triumph over distress
and overcome traumatic bouts
toward conquering frustration angsts.
Amidst existential uncertainty...
I am backed-up by support system that anchors my steps
driving and propelling me to march with blissful serenity
while cheering my heart from attacking fright
so that I can victoriously bounce up and move on.
Along existential uncertainty...
I cling to faith-propellers in fighting skeptical doubts
since they persuade my soul to vanquish lurking gloom
and clench championship trophy over unbelief
for my mind to bask in peace, then serenely prevail.
Albeit existential uncertainty...
I thank God* for His presence as well as for ministry companions
around friendship, fellowship and partnership in stewardship endeavors
enabling me to share compassion's best upon steadfastness' zest
living well --- triumphant, jubilant, radiant and vibrant with divine certainty.
*Psalm 107:1 O give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good: for his mercy endureth forever.
May 18, 2026
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 57" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 6/10/2026
April 17 Scripture Meditations Based on Esther 1-3
Key Verse – Esther 2:17 And the king loved Esther above all the women, and she obtained grace and favour in his sight …
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LAVISHING ME WITH YOUR LOVE
Thank You for lavishing me with Your love, lighting me up with Your grace
Surely making me obtain favour in Your sight, despite my sinfulness’ trace
Indeed upholding my salvation by Your compassion’s brace
Ever kind to accept my worshipful praise.
Thank You for lavishing me with Your love, lifting me up with Your goodness
Surely forgiving me of my admitted selfishness
Indeed accepting my repentant earnestness
Ever merciful to pardon my filthiness.
Thank You for lavishing me with Your love, leading me with Your guidance
Surely directing me toward Your deliverance
Indeed guarding my decisions against ignorance
Ever authoritative to subdue my arrogance.
Thank You for lavishing me with Your love, loading me with Your generosity
Surely providing me according to Your rich bounty
Indeed meeting my needs to vanquish poverty and futility
Ever magnanimous to fill my crisis or scarcity.
Thank You for lavishing me with Your love, locking me with Your gripping
Surely enclosing me inside Your care against fright-caused groping
Indeed warming my spirit around Your revival’s wrapping
Ever gentle to soothe my soul of painful hurt’s griping.
Thank You for lavishing me with Your love, listening to me with Your glory
Surely hearing me in my lamenting misery, as well as in my triumphant story
Indeed attending to my prayer and confession expressing sorry and fury
Ever timely to grant my expected faith-propped victory.
April 17, 2022
Long and winding is the trail
slickened by a slimy snail.
Through life he does wend,
wondering how it will end:
"If I might beg your pardon,
little snail in my garden -
is your day going well,
little creature in a shell?"
The mollusk replied in fright,
"I beg your pardon if I might",
said the snail whose skin was wet
with nervous beads of sweat.
"I'm God's creature just like you",
said he as he eyed the shoe,
and, "My, you're looking good,
glad you're in the neighborhood."
But those words were too late,
for the beast of sluggish gait.
It wasn't how he had wished,
his life stilled by being squished.