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It's waking up to a chaotic morning
not expecting the end of everything
built with passion to last for generations,
it's facing a challenge harder than others,
whispering to ourselves
this frightening and changeless reality,
" All empires crumble and fall,
no writing on the faded wall,
no place was safer than home's tranquility;
there we were protected by our parents. "
A family trusting in God
will know no fear, it stands
in unity; it's bond is made of iron,
the stronger the fortress,
the happier is its livelihood:
how lovely is to watch the logs burn!
All empires crumble and fall,
it took layers upon layers,
to build them and seconds
to destroy them in violent rage;
envy for someone's achievement is cruel,
he has worked hard for his good image!
This nation is being ruined by violence,
no law is obeyed, thugs stick to defiance;
a fearless leader must put an end to all,
although all empires crumble and fall!
I stood there transfixed
in a corner atop a chair
quivering with bulging eyes,
Tears and sweat flowing in rivulets
A lump in my throat
Parched lips and ashen face;
Was it a nightmare I wondered
Or an enormous ogre I see?
Things are not what they appear, they say.
But I swear, standing in front of me
baring its teeth in a sinister grin
was a frightening sight I see
crouching and its claws ready to strike--
God, I knew then, my end was at hand!
An icy shiver shuddered through me.
I shrieked for help but nary a sound
I tried to run but nary a stir…
When the door flew open and
my 3 year old granddaughter walked in…
Ha, there you are!
I’ve been looking all over for you, sweetie pie…
...and bent down
to gently pick her pet mouse!
~"Fear" contest by The Seeker
Elm Street
Every town has a haunted house.
Even driving by a ghost town.
It’s creepy walking by at night.
In the broken window is a small candlelight.
It’s eerie like a scary movie.
Having frightening dreams always lurking.
Monsters are staring out the windows.
They hide behind you in the shadows.
A lullaby song is in the background.
Your name is on a tombstone,
Would you dare to walk in the front door?
There would be blood on the floor.
All the rooms are haunted.
Eyes are watching, your next.
Hallways are closing in.
Face your demise, you're unforgiven.
Put your hand in a blinder.
With anguish, they smell your fear.
Enjoy the suffering, you called out their name.
The boiler room is on flames.
He lives on, A Nightmare on Elm Street.
Bring out the knives, Freddie, here's your screams.
He wears an old hat with a dirty red and green sweater.
His face is scarred and burned.
You can’t compromise with the dead.
Soon you will be laid to rest.
Embrace the killings, become one of them.
Through blood you're a shapeshifter.
Wake up out of the casket.
In the mirror, put on the mask.
For this is your calling.
Bad dreams keep falling.
You were born to be the bad guy.
Sit in an electric chair and fry.
Take revenge on all your enemies.
Soon they will be at your feet.
Footlights:The Joy of Being a Stand Up Comedian
The audience is getting their drinks,
And a silent hush falls, like a wave,on the crowd.
I know it's my moment to rise and shine,
Standing alone, facing a crowd, albeit totally unknown.
It's the most frightening moment of my
life, as perspiration runs down my back.
How can I make others laugh?
But it's quite easy you see,
I simply was taught to just be me,
With no jokes,and no corny lines to crack.
The audience and I, in close relationship.
Was the sweetest, biggest treat for me.
The short time passed oh, too quickly.
A magical kinship so very sweet,
That no heckler ever did I ever meet!
Comedy in the 70's was based on humor.
Not political destruction, nor filled with
obscenities we drown in today.
It was a total rush, for me!
Always with my heart pounding,
before they announced simply, me.
Afterwards, people asking for my autograph,
How sweet is that, I thought!
And the best part, ever?
Saying they would love to have a friend
Like me in their lives, forever.
Doing comedy, yes, a rush divinely complete!
Panagiota Romios
4/11/2019
Entry: My Amphetamine Contest
Anthony Slausin
Credits to my comedic mentors: Tom Dreisen and Tim Reid
(the first and last interracial comedy team.)
Plus the teachers and cast members at Second City Theatre,
Chicago, Illinois
I fell into the night, not into sleep
Nightmares rattled my thoughts
Dark places, dark actions, darkness!
Then when it came to waking up,
It was impossible to sleep at all
For a while I lay there looking,
Once again into the darkness…
Until I fell into the night, onto a freight train
Of more nightmares that nothing can stop
I woke up to gray skies today and I realized,
The freight train is here in the day too
The nightmares only mirrored the truth
To all that is ferociously happening!
If we don’t stop this freight train,
We are going to end up in frightening places
That we never imagined to be!
Heidi Sands
9/13/21
Impatient floodwaters at dams
Waiting for shutters to open,
A hodgepodge of puppets
Excited to perform: at deep slumber,
Waiting for my eyes to close,
The naughty byproducts of my brain!
I fly, glide: liberating!
I sing with a celebrity: enthralling!
I reach a different galaxy: wondering!
I flow with a river: murmering!
I see the illusory Utopia: interesting!
I meet a hero of a great epic: marvelling!
I chat with my childhood friend: giggling!
Also I get to see and feel
The serenity and purity of Heaven: glorifying!
I find myself lost in a maze: panicking!
I reach late to office: frustrating!
I see hideous monsters: quivering!
I get my opinions rejected: estranging!
I get chased by a stranger: panting!
I feel frozen and unable to move: benumbing!
Also I see vortex of smoke spiralling
At the centre of time and space: terrifying!
A mishmash of baffling events,
A drama with no sequence,
Trains take turns unexpected
At the criss-cross tracks; characters arrive:
Some much awaited; some not so,
To enact - breaking all logic.
Sometimes in the middle of sleep
I romance the vivid archipelagoes,
The stunning reefs, turquoise lagoons,
And the distant palm-fringed bays;
I wake up with a start and see darkness
Engulfing pitch black dark: despairing,
As opposed to splendid landscape: hitherto
Soothed my senses unbeknownst to me!
Striking contrast - seize my joy!
My eyelids droop and my eyes again
Succumb to slumber gracefully.
As sleep flows once more,
smoothly, gently and rapidly,
My fav sceneries reappear nimbly:
The archipelagoes, reefs, and lagoons,
Back from where they left me;
Broken threads fixed, my spirit revives!
A lost child finding his way
Reaching his mother's arms overjoyed!
Desires and wishes unconscious,
Experiences frightening and disturbing,
Pop up as dreams: the craftwork of brain.
Amidst mixed emotions I float, drown,
And as alarm bell rouses me
To meet the new dawn, I wake up:
Refreshed, peaceful, and content,
A sound sleep I did get.
Also reminding myself that
Its time to enact now:
The Drama of Life!
The drama with sequences, of course!
It's a serious matter you know;
so very serious indeed!
You might think it all a fancy,
though I know it as a need.
To you, a kiss is nothing.
To you, a touch is cold.
To you, my life is worthless.
But your heart, for me, is gold.
So please be careful with it!
Don't drag it all around.
I don't want to find it injured,
or buried 'neath the ground.
When you decide my words are true,
and come -at last- to me.
Then I'll teach you a strange lesson,
that's frightening to see.
Freedom is a farse, my love,
But in my arms you'll find,
a prison can be paradise,
when to your faults I'm blind.
23 July 2017
It's the end of my purposeful day,
a prostate being in prayer
with much sincere accord,
and my gratitude is not hurried away;
it is persistent in its allegory
already conceded...
Days don't last, time does
and the thought of eternity causes a frightening rush,
not to comprehend its depth
too concise not to discern it,
making many so compulsive to act in ignorance;
time was created to confer, not to condemn a wish...
Making a comparison between days
and time is truly necessary,
because they aren't commensurate,
they only obey a command; and we humans
act in deceit and don't commiserate,
allowing vanity to exude inclemency...
Frivolous with a frowzy attitude,
we put on a frippery image
to separate need from want,
to notice the differences and deny fortitude;
and shouldn't harmony and fairness begin with grace,
or it is another informal demeanor we impart?
Days don't last, time does...
and can a mortal, like me, pretend to be God
and defy death with his ostentatious ego and live?
Every human must die and be buried with others!
Are you any superior or have a greater knowledge,
to be excluded from a fate that is indomitable and savage?
I've dreamed those dreams of galore
Consecrated memories of illicit seams
On tapestries woven in my mind
Tears of matted lights flashing through time
I starve full belly contains wanton aides
Blossoming crops of flowered nightmares
Ever so frightening delightful the rainbow
Casting down fires lavational distorted hues
Dominates are those visions intertwine
Glass bottom pastures surrounded by trees
The trees blooming with monarch butterflies as leaves
Thinkings of glorious wonders vision of time
with all this my eye sees the light!!!
3/31/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Ingratitude for Mother Nature's gifts
and our desire to live with greatest ease
have caused strange outcomes; now our planet shifts
climatically by frightening degrees.
With dwindling faith, I've watched as humankind
continues recklessly upon Time's path,
careening or half-stumbling as if blind
to what's to come when we receive Earth's wrath.
We're led by fools and thieves who do not lead
with vision. All around, inequity
abounds as love is killed by war and greed.
This planet's final hours I think I see. . .
Our fate's foretold. An unforgiving earth
by burning will be purged for its rebirth.
“Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour”
Here is my tip in poetry form:
When out and about, take the shortest route.
Run your errands all on the same day.
A tip - move those hips! Cut down on your trips
in your car, and save gas that way!