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Crossroads

The tapered blade glinted in the fast fading moonlight
It slipped so easy between the ribs on this, another murderous night
Swiftly the body was denuded of all his earthly goods
As the bladed murderer slipped off, into the nearby darkening woods.

The tapered blade reappeared two nights from that deed
No one took notice, the warnings they did not heed
The blade did flash the body fell, gurgling sounds did rise
As the body crumpled the life blood gone, twas no real surprise.

A vigilante, they declared, was on the prowl at night
Two evil men had been attacked and given more than just a fright
The death toll rose week by week, but none could tell the tale
The man with the tapered blade, not once his deadly blade did fail.

The bloody murderer with the blade came to a crossroads in his life
He stood between three roads marked Hope, Despair and Strife
Onto his knees he fell, he prayed and asked “Which road do I take?”
I have done your bidding Lord; help me my choice to make.

Looking down from heaven on high the Lord was angered so
“I never told you to act as judge and everyone will know.
Behind you a fourth road is opening this one is called Retribution.
Take that one if you dare I say, but expect no absolution.”

The murderous vigilante, his thanks did express in supplication
He took the given road, not realising this act was in its self the causation
Of the opening of a doorway where stood the Reaper with his scythe
As the curved blade came down, he watched his victim writhe.

The Grim reaper did smile his daily task he did so enjoy 
To be given a soul to keep, would keep his devils in happy employ
So if you take the path-the one marked retribution
Remember at the end of it may not be the hoped for or best solution.

©5/11/2102 ~GG~
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Gone Spelunking

I went in not feeling much excitement. 
              Further into the cave I did venture. 
             Claustrophobia robs my enjoyment
               As I began my scary adventure;
             Far from ideal stroll out in nature. 
         I vowed "I'm done being a thrill seeker!"
            As I trailed other spelunkers deeper...
            Into the cave afraid it might cave in! 
           Luckily, I didn't meet the grim reaper! 
            Try again? Now that's a cardinal sin! 


Date written: 10/11/2020
Form: Dizain

Premium Member Ghastly Ghost

From the house of the dead it came
with long spindly toes and crooked nose.
It stood on its hind legs
to a height of eight feet
on knobby knees against the breeze.

“Why are you here? What’s the reason?”
Such a shrill screech did it release!
It held hourglass and scythe
in its sinuous claws.
It gave me fright to view that sight.

It glanced at the house of the dead
as sadness overcame it like shame.
Its demeanor austere.
It fell silent at the
far sound of a merry-go-round.

To the house of the dead it turned
before I learned why it adjourned.
Still I remember it –
my final encounter –
with dread from the house of the dead.
Form: Narrative

Rapscallion Raps Raptly

Rapturousness wrought Unitarian
transformational spiritual rapport
traversing thru space/time
continuum appending increasing
chronological orbitz as an Earthling,
frivolously did cavort,

who (with ever more energy)
required exhaustively to sport
fretfully clinging to each moment
after downing a quart of port
poured by Norwegian bachelor
farmers of Lake Woebegone amort

admirable administrators in
conjunction with last rites opport,
who knit tee necessitates
intercession of a Holy Vintner import
tint so ill fated mortal, (who met
their demise) gets special escort

delivered with utmost diligence as
if destined to Mar-Lago resort
accompanied with trumpeting
"NON FAKE" grim reaper cohort,
the grateful dead black hooded
bone a fied scythe swinging bro

cracking gallows humor comport
to perk spirits of deceased, a
generic, nondescript, uber fort
tuff hide will never need a passport
after coursing into the afterlife
way beyond the outer limits of fort

hit who'd, yup even light years from
twilight zone, this dimension in short
to require an eternity to reach,
hence body stiffened by rigor mortis
securely strapped into davenport

essentially a coffin tricked out by Norte
American latest technological gizmos,
an eclectic assortment recycled, reimagined,
repurposed, paraphernalia to Voldemort,
thus one cold body helping contribute to MAGA!

Premium Member Alive But Iffy

The best way to tell if you're still alive
Is to breathe on a window pane
If the window suddenly starts to fog up
You're alive but its iffy all the same

Shouldn't have to use this old time method
Normally you really should know
To help your loved ones feel more at ease
You should move every hour or so

They really get worried and start to fret
If you haven't moved for days
Think the grim reaper had stolen you away
A silly game at times you play

So smile damn it, your face won't crack
It's made to show happy and stuff
Life could definitely be a whole lot worse
If they find you outside in the buff

© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member I Am Not Afraid

You're never gonna see me in the corner
As if I were afraid of my own shadow.

The Shadow of Death is in the corner,
Although the Grim Reaper is not looking so grim.
He is not dressed in a black robe, 
Nor is there a scythe to be seen.
He is a rather dapper looking gent:
Suit, tie, shined-up shoes, gold ring and Gatsby hat,
Leaning nonchalantly on a dark wood cane that is topped
With a figural not unlike a silver cross.

I am not afraid, 
I have set God 
as a seal upon 
my heart.
His love 
is stronger than death.

Note: When my younger brother was four years old he would go to work with our mother. She was a registered nurse and worked in a nursing home. My brother would visit with the old folks while Mom worked.
     One day while at work with Mom he met the Angel of Death as described above and was not afraid. The Angel talked with him and told him he was there for one of the residents, and a few days later that person passed away.     
 
Poem written for "Let's Mix It Up" poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France.
10/08/2021
Form: Verse

Premium Member The Grim Reaper

The Grim Reaper calls; I invite him in with a smile
Halloween night, everyone’s wearing creepy costumes
Eerie figures are dancing round my bubbling cauldron 

Guessing who is wearing each costume is difficult
Realistic blood drips down the fangs of one vampire!
I'm so impressed all my friends have made such an effort
Mummies, witches, ghosts and zombies are having such fun

Right on the stroke of midnight there’s a spine-chilling scream
Everyone bursts out laughing ... then we find a body
All eyes turn and see the Grim Reaper’s bloody scythe 
Petrified party guests slink back into the shadows
Everyone removes their masks, all except one figure
Realisation dawns… The Grim Reaper was real!

Halloween Scare Contest
Sponsored by Russell Sivey

13 lines, 13 syllables per line  - 169 in total checked with how many syllables

10-27-17
Form: Acrostic

Virus From Hell Smiles

the Virus from Hell is amused

the Virus from Hell is amused
laughing at the world’s panicked reaction
as it marches through the world unabated

infecting everyone in its wake
as the world awaits its fate
the virus smiles he ain’t no fake
he is the real deal 

he is death itself
he is the end of the world
the grim reaper is smiling
god is silent as usual

and the virus is the world’s worst nightmare
the world’s leaders dither and dather
as the economy craters 
everyone hoping that God will save them

the virus does not care
insults and orders do not work
the virus simply does its virus thing

infecting everyone it encounters
and thousands will die
equal opportunity offender
killing the rich and the poor alike

the virus smiles 
the virus's work is done
and mankind is doomed
so be it the virus thinks

that is the way of the world
and the virus is the new king
of the world
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

A Stray Tear Doth Adieu Occasionally Shed

toward thee spunky gal, 
     whose impregnation and debut appearance 
     way to brief a tale for Aesop
cuz, (umpteen iterations recounted),
 
     out the birth canal aye did bop
analogously compared
     to a mealy mouthed measly crop
a spindly tangle of arms and legs 

     radiated (starfish like) 
     dangled and would uselessly drop
like a raggedy ann male counterpart 
     (raggedy andy - how original) 

     with limbs that didst flop
and tis no small wonder, thyself as one 
     newborn baby body electric 
     easily confused with bony glop,

which skimpy weight 
     leant convenience as sigh grew older 
     to alternate jumping 
     (ala pogo stick mode) and hop

from one skinny spindle shank leg to another, 
     and manifold orbitz whip
     sawing round the sun 
     bore witness to puny laughable specimen 

     of a nerdy lad, who (in hindsight) 
     grew long straggly hair, 
     which NO ONE (except me) could touch, 
     nor most definitely NOT lop

off (this fetish) compensation 
     for very slight physique
     in dewed time begot 
     pencil necked geek milksop,

now at an age prowl lix sing viz 
     dragging, crawling, battling...
     slight abdominal bulge  
unlike widower octogenarian biological pop

whose once strapping superman 
     like build atrophying (sad sight)
since grim reaper put objectionable stop
upon head of harriet harris, 
    whereat two and a half score years 
    her longevity did top.
 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
now, comb may tooth how zen, 
sans eight plus ten
'twill be thirteen yars
when me late mum agonizingly relinquished
 
     an indomitable loo ving life, 
     which strong fighting spirit 
     (spittle and vinegar) yen
reached a juncture, 

     (sans metastasized ovarian cancer) 
     forewent heroic measures, which ken
not avail bottled anger within this sole son
telling thee, he didst love ye 
     never communicating NOR often!
Form: Epitaph

Premium Member The Grim Reaper


My skin has become like sandpaper
Blotches showing up everywhere
A pimple resides at the end of my nose
Some areas have unwanted hair

What 's happening to this body of mine
Seems it's just about falling apart
Ankles are swollen to twice their size
Been expelling a whole lot of farts

It's referred to as the ageing process
Is this what's in store from now on
No more of this sleeping to noon
Always up at the crack of dawn

Needing to pee three times a night
My back teeth are floating around
Cramps in my legs are driving me nuts
And my PJs keep falling down

A hell of a mess this ageing process
Not a damn thing a person can do
Hang in there my friends, it won't be long
The grim reaper will be calling you soon!
Form: Rhyme

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