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The bats in the steeple were feeding on people
By sucking the blood splattered wood
That came from the coffin a vampire dropped off in
When he’d drunk all the blood that he could
Here in my basement, my permanent placement
I lurk since the day that I died
At rest in my casket, my skull in a basket
My hideous grin gaping wide
Rats and mice squeaking a rusty hinge creaking
A slither of light from outside
My long severed head was rotted and dead
But gasped as the door opened wide
I lifted my lid as some hooded kid
Crept sneakily into my crypt
He soon spun about and he might have run out
If only he hadn’t have slipped
As he hit the deck he shattered his neck
I thought he was bound to be dead
But then as he stood, he lowered his hood
And then he un-swivelled his head
He gave me a wink as a hideous stink
Came gushing with smoke from his ears
He then started hissing through teeth that were missing
He looked like he’d been dead for years
I climbed from my tomb and stood in the room
Where demons would hide out all day
Until in the night they’d screech their delight
And frighten the vicar away
But this little fellow with skin that was yellow
And nails that were long curly claws
Let out a howl, an unholy wail
Then went back and bolted the doors
Like rattles at Wembley, my bones were all trembly
My teeth were all chattering too
My wee wee was dribbling and let’s not be quibbling
I thought I was going to poo
It’s usually nice that we can’t die twice
So people down here dwell forever
I then realised that everyone dies
And now I’m not feeling too clever
For my turn came first, to enter the hearse
My beautiful love left alone
In these years apart she’s been in my heart
But hell’s darkest hole has no phone
So how could it be this thing before me
Could desecrate my sacred rest
I needed it banished, It had to be vanished
Along with the worms in its chest
I watched every worm wriggle and squirm
I jumped at the twelfth hour chime
In life we take knocks through the ticks and the tocks
But we can’t fight the passing of time
So...
In spite of the stink, I started to think
Which gave me the fright of my life
I had to make room in a new double tomb
For that hideous thing was my wife!
Entered October 2021 in Your Personal Favorite No 2
Sponsor L Milton Hankins
Whooshing through the universe – at warp speed,
You think that seat-belts – would have been a need.
Cause how many times – did Uhura’s ass hit the deck,
On almost every episode – of Star Trek?
And with the other bridge crew – flipping through the air,
There was Kirk – just clinging to his chair.
Now Spock, always seemed – to stay off of the floor,
Because picking up Uhura – was his tiresome chore.
Then Scotty would scramble – to his engine console,
To push the buttons needed – to regain control.
Now in the beginning – this made for great viewing,
But it’s apparent now – they had no idea what they were doing.
Residue
Wrapped in cellophane and ribbon
mocking burned down evergreens
Screaming at the shadowed walls
as nightmares spurn your toxic dreams
Lurking near the bottles filled with
endless empty molten fears
Dampening the diapers as a
mother cries her countless tears
Broken weave of tattered sleeve behind the darkness to believe
That midnight forms what we conceive in moments cast to only grieve
We’ll go dancing nightly
in the attic
while the moon is rising
in the sky
If I’m too drunk tell me,
I’m so scared your little
head will come off
in my hands
What the heck did you expect for just a speck, a tiny fleck
Now hit the deck you wretched wreck as long ago we did suspect
Counting money residue on
blackened smoldered fingernails
As billion dollar babies sing
in toothless whining rancid wails
Toddlers of the devil’s creed wear
shiny plastic floating eyes
Now staring at you while you sleep
these monsters gather in disguise
This poem was inspired by one of my favorite songs,
Alice Cooper’s “Billion Dollar Babies”
The italicized lines are lyrics from that song. Here is a link to the song: https://youtu.be/6sD8sO0B97I
And in case you didn’t know, the other voice you’ll hear singing on the song is Donovan (Mellow Yellow)
T Rex - a compendium
I asked the T Rex why he looked rather glum
He said I’ve this lovely sharp claw on my thumb
But life's such a b.itch
My butt’s got an itch
And I simply can’t reach my own bum
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T Rex gave his lady a peck
She said honey please kiss my neck
He liked her all right
So he gave a love bite
And that’s when her head hit the deck
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Jurassic Park was too dear for us
We snuck in dressed all ‘stegosaurus’
We’re now not sure whether
That idea was clever
That T Rex ain’t gonna ignore us
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Tyrone was a tyrannosaurus
Who fancied a big brontosaurus
Her name was Gillian
Their love was reptilian
The details are too sordid for us
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He hunted that Jurassic coast
For the primeval prey he loved most
The sky overhead
Went fiery red
Alas pretty soon he was toast
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Vertical Sea
Arise horizons tell us what you see
Vertical rain comes on high wave conclusions adrift in mist
Fortunes waiting out on the sea for men who come in ships
So much rain came in from all directions in one instance
Sanity was questioned at a distance along with risk
Vertical rain broke portal windows with such force
Eighty mile winds crashed in as well
Distracted men at playing cards, drinking rum for fun
Now huddled in fear within the thin skin cabin
No one slept inside the dead of hour’s darkness
Troubles bounced up and down out there
Pirates in the past fumbled their rich existence down
A new crop of water warriors can be found to take their place
Doubloons are buried in dark quarter’s underwater world
Above and below deck, inundated with storm and fear
Between each plank the storm took out more men
No thick skinned seasoned soul could harness or hold on
No salty language sailor could be heard
Above the tumultuous storm
The fierce beast rolled in on angry nature’s back
With it, folding over fifty foot waves, came torrential rains
Which pounded heavy on the bow
Churned up rogue waters on the vulnerability of sea life
Nature itself turned on them in adept ferocity
In violence it flipped the ship
Showed contempt for every soul on board
With total disregard for life and limb
And complete indifference towards the sailors
The blackness, void of light, could not help these tyrannical conditions
The monstrous storm consumed more than the rain
It drank up men and drowned them
Others flew in all directions
Most of them broke necks, died before they hit the deck
Instantly killed, dragged into the cold dark depths as well
All steps were in the wrong direction, in favor of the waves
They could not even cower in the craft or say a prayer
The boat and men turned upside down
The ship had splintered into nothing and flew into the gale
Only three men remained, bobbing on the giant waves
Flapping their arms like molested chickens on the sea
Tossed in every direction but straight ahead
Rogue waves were in control, in hysterical rage and agitation
No one knew what happened to the crew
They were never seen again
1/2/24
All glory to the higher power
Since day one when life flowered
Could see it all without a giant tower
All liars and cowards
Had opportunity to right those wrongs until their final hours
Meanwhile the divine showered
The planet with gifts in nine hours
All praise to the one above
Filled this world with much love
Even though there was some blood
Being spilled daily, because of drugs
Or a dumb grudge
What was fun
Ended up becoming a conundrum
Just not the same cloth all are cut from
All credit to the holy spirit
The seas rough but it helps me steer the ship
Toward safety even when near the cliffs
Most aren't trying to hear it
Unfortunate that they fear quick
It doesn't get more clear than this
Dear sis
Everywhere watch out for appearances
Not all is as it seems, been that way here since
The beginning of it all humans did jeer and trick
On each other including the world after a severe shift
Left in the dark thrown into a wierd pit
Full of deer ticks
Then stabbed in the back by spear tips
This was how they chose to use their mere gifts
All tribute goes to the divine
For the world they provide
Without taking sides
They tell the truth no lies
Instead of leaving others in the dark they steer them right
By bringing them into the light
Where they must find what they seek in the sunshine
Follow this path and you'll do just fine
It often traces back to a bloodline
Yet sometimes
They're just not sound and of mind
Jesus left us blessed
All lifeforms with or without flesh
He did his best yet still they jest
There will always be pests
On either side of the mountain crests
During the trek
Keep your feelings in check
Others want you to risk your neck
Then they're the first to hit the deck
Make changes unless you want to live in debt
The road of a million deaths
Just like fish in nets
All of this, It's in text
Yet there's still more in the hidden depths
Ever since we've been given breath
All has a toll
If you take a stroll
Across hot coals
In the North Pole
You'll see a gold bowl
Atop a knoll
Inside it sits a scroll
With the answers to saving souls
It's no bull
Just beyond almost all's control
Have you ever seen a duck come in to land… on land
It’s an eventuality that nature never planned
For ducks that land on water such a graceful splashdown make
But should they land on terra firma… it sure ain’t Swan Lake
Each one does a belly flop, a cartwheel and a stagger
They get up and compose themselves, but ducks weren’t made to swagger
They have no shame so simply waddle with ungainly gait
Toward the back door of my house where they all stand and wait
This morning there were six of them, I watched them all crash down
“They’ll need a pint or two of seed,” I muttered with a frown
Their heads were first to hit the deck, their rumps stuck in the air
I went out with a jug of seed to find them gathered there
As I stepped outside I felt like Moses on the shore
The ducks made space for me to walk and not a hair’s breadth more
Two partridges were standing by and I also fed those
And when the pecking finished, well, I almost checked my toes.
Bird seed by the quarter-gallon gobbled up each time
I wouldn’t mind but it ain’t half a kilo for a dime
But it gives me pleasure and as I stood there this morn
Two more kamikaze ducks crash landed on my lawn.
Like an eye looking out through black and blue night.
Scintillating squint in Dead of Winter; looking through
Slat of the Midwinter blind. The Canadian waning of light.
I could have been listening to a sermon, sitting on a pew.
Caught the “deer in headlights,” before the eye closed.
It was like peeping through a hole of the universe; gold.
Tree branches spread out, as if fancy’s figment disclosed.
I’m open to chiaroscuro and the Creator’s diurnal hold.
Could have been an angel’s flashlight, looking for a fleck.
Perhaps where Heaven touches earth, that is so cold.
The wind twines with hymns and the flurries hit the deck.
A groom carries a splendiferous bride across the threshold.
God’s natural art emboldens impressions with constant sear.
The intensity both bold and minute embrace our existence.
Climatically they manifest, grab hold, redirect, and adhere.
Never ending dispersion of colors and seasonal coexistence.
It’s the bottom of the ninth and my turn to bat.
I turn to the crowd and tip them my hat.
The bases are loaded; three to nothing is the score,
Two men are out; this is what I live for.
I swing and I hit; it goes over the fence,
I am rounding the bases doing a victory dance.
The crowd is all cheering; the home team is screaming…
I roll over in bed – I must have been dreaming.
That girl in the office with the eyes so blue,
Asks me out for drinks when the work day is through.
We go to the bar and have an amazing date;
Finally getting together, we knew was our fate.
She has a gorgeous body and a beautiful face,
Even though it’s our first date, we go home to my place.
She takes off her clothes, I am staring, adoring…
I’ve awakened again - I must have been snoring.
I’m in line at the bank waiting to cash my paycheck,
When I hear someone yelling, “Everybody hit the deck!”
I fall to the floor and see a man with a gun;
The lady in the corner is starting to run.
He turns and he points; ready to take a shot;
I jump up and attack him so that he cannot.
I tackle him and grab him, bending his right arm...
What was that noise!?!? It’s the morning alarm.
In through my window, the sun is shining bright
My day is beginning; that’s the end of my night.
THE GOOD OLD U.S. OF A
THEY SAY CAN YOU SEE BY THE DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT?
OF COURSE I CAN, I HAVE TO I'M UP GETTING READY FOR WORK.
I GOT BILLS TO PAY SO I CAN HAVE A PLACE TO STAY
THEY SING ABOUT THE ROCKETS RED GLARE AND THE BOMBS BURSTING IN AIR. SWEATHEART I KNOW YOU MUST MEAN THE FIRE ROARING FROM A BUILDING, IF BOMBS ARE FLYING I'M A HIT THE DECK.
I NEED TO LIVE! DADDY DON'T TAKE CARE OF ME LIKE YOU BOURGEOISIE'S.
THEY TELL US IT'S THE HOME OF THE BRAVE AND THE LAND OF THE FREE
WELL I AM BRAVE, BUT I AIN'T FREE, WE AIN'T FREE
WE ARE AS FREE AS THAT TREE RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR
THE GOVERNMENT OWN'S IT, IT'S GANGSTER AND HARD-CORE.
THIS BE OUR MOTTO"IN GOD WE TRUST". D.T.A BABY.
BABY MY TRUST IN GOD AIN'T GONNA STOP A WAR, AIN'T GONNA BUY ME A STORE.
THAT'S RIGHT MY TRUST IN GOD GOT ME CLEANING FLOORS FOR YOU DIRTY WHORES.
PRAISE THE POWER THAT HATH ME AND PRESERVE US A NATION!
PLEASE OKAY ALL THEY DID WAS PRESERVE THE GOVERNMENTS INFATUATION WITH MONEY. I'M SORRY THAT NONSENCE DON'T FLY BY ME HONEY.
"TIS THE GOOD OLD U.S. OF A.