Long Ghost story Poems

It's Halloween!
Michael R. Burch

If evening falls
on graveyard walls
far softer than a sigh;

if shadows fly
moon-sickled skies,
while children toss their heads

uneasy in their beds,
beware the witch's eye!

If goblins loom
within the gloom
till playful pups grow terse;

if birds give...

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"White Noise and the Mother Load of Dark Matter" 

underneath the static
what exists 
is never seen nor heard

for what it truly is 
the eyes and mind 
retaliate in the deciphering

the invisible return 
each night and...

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“Upon Waking”


Slumber has its upsides 
while the outside runs around
like a split fowlyard, 
cacophonous 
pecking at each other 
and at the ground…

Elsewhere, 

like dull background noise
through the fog of dream 
the sound of the gamble...

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"The White Lady of Skipsea"


Last night I dreamt 
I dreamed of you
a kind of dream 
within a dream

Diaphanous, 
my soul escaped, 
this firmament,
my immaculate heart
held hands, my fingers 
did entwine with 
handsome Morpheus

Crystal radiate
twin gossamer...

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"Be one to understand this, it cannot be by gist alone, for it starts through many doors via the following poems/stories, be what may will be your choice. Start, end, middle, or what draws you,...

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In the evening, the passerby while lonely passing
Heard some noises of an unseen cart on other way
Which he mistook bone breaking, tearing, chopping,
Murmuring, rumbling, trembling sounds all around,
He was confused, fixed, feared and crying uttering
“Is...

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Aftermath from this er...

attempt to break thru Hadrian's Wall
while roam'n across cyberspace of urban sprawl
dark shadows spill across 
the outer limits of the twilight zone 
whereby edge of night 
creeps brow of me, a Neanderthal!

Yours...

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...To prove his point he even opened his shirt,
laid bare his sternum so our blades could stab,
but we were all frozen by what we’d heard,
the worlds just sounded so utterly mad.

He believed he was possessed...

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...“You know that I didn’t start out this way,
and this life I have never desired,
I just wanted to discover the past,
to my mind no calling was higher…

“Until the day I found that cursed tomb,
we were...

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...Khan Williamson, for his troops called him that now,
split his forces and swarmed in from the west,
million of Uighurs joined him for revenge,
and all in his path could quickly attest

That if you surrendered to his...

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I write this down not knowing what to think,
or how to make sense of what I went through,
my name is Blake Jones, I was S.A.S.,
and everything that I write here is true.

This tale tells how...

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...Not many people could unite such a force,
it was Williamson who was the lynch-pin,
if he could be killed they all would splinter,
amongst the horde civil wars would begin.

This, it appeared, was the best option left,
even...

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Ghost Story
                        
It is a cold, dark, eerie night, in Scotland, as...

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self proclaimed er calculating polymath
no win tent to kindle, 
  or spark hay8 full ire rate wrath

juiced whiling away 
  the early evening hour hath
horror hived this february 
  twenty second, nah...

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In a old old rambling structure
Down on the street called Broadway
Upper floors that had been deserted
For many and many a day

Lighting a fire 
Starting to pondering
Things from long ago
Remembering songs and legends

Stories that I had...

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Vision is shadowy; I choke the steering wheel with knuckles turned white
the shifty roads are blanketed with fresh powder, day has fallen into night
a small oval portion amongst a foggy windshield was my view
traction became...

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[Contains - for effect - deliberate miss-spelling
and bad grammar]

That old pirate cave was a tourist attraction
The guide was in period dress
In old pirate garb and a well practiced script
This tale he would tell to impress…

...

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"Dark-heaving . . . boundless, endless,  and sublime . . ."
Lord Byron 1788-1824
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I am the wordsmith, guide and editor of this narrative,
this epic chronicle and story of abysmal dream love;
my fingers are ink-stained and...

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Firelight ghost stories entertain the dark starless evening. Young eyes plead, tell me a ghost story please!

On a dark moonless, starless night much darker than this night, four young teenagers were cruising in dad's car...

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October 30th, 1863 

Halloween eve, before the clock turned the day- almost midnight. 
The moon just right, full, and nearly hidden behind a thin layer of dark grey cloud. A perfect day for a walk...

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Wild rumours spread that Justice Jones had died.
Drawn curtains fuelled speculation’s fire
And with the passing days it would transpire
That his black Labrador roamed round outside.

Where once a sweet perfume had filled the air
And nature’s finest...

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My, My, My

My life is a crack in the concrete
My faith is an old newspaper cutout
My soul is the drifting clouds
My heart is a crystal sphinx
My core is as solid as a cup of pudding
My...

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Wandering lonely through the forest track,
Came into view an old castle at a distance
Its tiled roof and towering spires,
Peered through the thick foliage of leaves
Drawn to it as by a strange talisman, 
I quickly walked...

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The Teddy Bears got up today
All washed and brushed their hair.
They sat around to eat some food
With all their thoughts elsewhere.

A special day ahead was planned 
Involving Lionel’s car.
With hats and coats and picnic made
and...

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His parents didn't condone the viewing of 
The Twilight Zone. A bunch of silly nonsense, 
his dad would claim. What was Rod Serling's aim, 
writing and directing such fantasy induced flimflam? 

Much to my good...

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