Long Hauntingly Poems

The Old Dark House

This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the...

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My TransITion began there
right there
in my woodland playground,
when I first knew
something right feels wrong to others.

I was blind to curve-balls
hurled at me.
Being "It" is not why I grow
this TransIt mind and body!

Or, is it?

Could I...

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We've been taught the terror of triumph from where the heart looks...
General Caesar Sir, 9th Recon reports that Pompeius Magnus has fled by sea to Egypt,
also, the body of Captain Crastinus has been laid on...

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POTD 21 November 2017

So professional in his lies - So ruthless in his ambition
Feeding lies to the simple folk - convincing in his deception
Telling them they live on toxic farm land - succeeds in striking...

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While we walked home from the movies, one moonlit starry night,
My friends and I talked and laughed, enjoying summer's delights.

The streets were quite silent, as trees swayed in warm breezes,
And night blooms graced the walks,...

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In the eases softening breeze leaves rustle in the crisp
Autumn air, as the creeping shadows begin to claim the
Hallows of the darkening night, layer by layer the blackness
Swallows whole the last remaining essence of light,...

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Doubt is anonymous.
It's (more) synonymous,
to the fairer sex.
It's a, in built feature,
of possessiveness.
A default setting,
of mother nature.
Selfish at times,
devoid of broader vision.

Natural defense mechanism;
that activates when love
is not reciprocated.
Just a shadow of affection,
towards another.
Can cast...

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"The Name and Blue Sky on a Sunlit Friday Morning"




“There is something missing,” he announced.
“Oh,” She said, “in what way?”
“Well, “Love”? I wonder where it is, in all of this?”

A breeze moved hauntingly through the...

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Have I told you lately of a woman with no soul?
Have I made mention of her flaws, her regrets
Do you know of the secrets that she keeps?
Secrets, which question, her mentality
There is a war raging...

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We've been doing this thing "this thing" since June and I try not to think about you or "it" too much but truth is I do cause now your a part of me and my...

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Vapors of emerald and jade ribbon the hauntingly beautiful sky,
and I sat in wonder, transfixed, mesmerized
For me, it moved, more like danced
to a melody that only the heavens could hear
For it moved me, danced into...

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“The End of Summer”

In those days 
they watched for signs
in the heavens

numbers connected
the ways that 
weighted the scales

written in the stars
a woman gave birth
to a dragon’s tale

in a beehive cluster
distant, yet,
oh so familiar 

Praesepe, 
in...

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Looking at him I wondered why he wanted to leave, to go on
I knew the hardships of the desert and its forge
I knew the horrors of the jungle beyond the great wall of silent vines
I...

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*Image of January 14, 2023, by WinCal.

An Existential Curiosity

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Ambitious existent presence to yield,
Hostage that's well endured of a pre-life,
Handcuffed fallible praying to be healed,
Labyrinth attributes drudgery strife.

Redeeming shrilling lob gratis to air,
Longings bounded dreamt outpours...

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I write my thoughts 
on paper,
 let  ink of my soul
      glow, amidst the grief
     I carry in echoing stillness, 
   for it...

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Your 6’4” frame hunched over 
in dedicated concentration
late into the evening as you worked
Sometimes on work-related things but more
often happily lost in the depths of a hobby
Tinkering with your HAM radio
or twisting infinitesimally small copper...

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Eerily, I seem to wake
At the droning dusk
To feed my hate
To quench my lust
To salvage the young
And drink them clear of their sweet rum.

Hauntingly, I approach.
As quiet as a rodents burst
Danger sends its shuddering calls
But...

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On comes a traveler from lands that I have not wandered only visited
Bringing with him memories of the pains I have borne through my life
Like the desert whose dunes I dared only once to climb...

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FOREVER ADELINE 

Acknowledgement:  
A big thank you Sam Scott from our Poetry Soup Community,
for your splendid narrative contribution.

Synopsis: 
A story of unrequited love that began in childhood. 
Despite the passage of time, his love...

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“Within”



Shadow dreams 
down silent roads 
never taken 
less than travelled, 
the winter breeze 
of the world within,
pulls out the hidden
message planted, 
within

the quickening
attempts slow 
anchoring,
the call persistent,
beckons, like the music 
drumming softly,
lulling, calming 
the rocking...

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Hot Is The Wind
One night can change things forever. Like the night the Americans came. One survivor went through hell to live. When the sirens went off, people pulled blankets over their heads rather than...

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Why can’t I be whoever I want, wherever and whenever I want to be? Why can’t I live the dreams I painted ahead? Why does everything have to be so complicated, so intricate. Why can’t...

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Clouds can be remarkably similar
to the friends lovers and passer-bys
that filter through our daily lives
like unexpected weekend guests
who arrive exactly as they planned
or close relatives who fail to appear
simply cancelling at the last minute
as if...

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