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Old Mr. Johnson, with broom in one hand,
Told his sweet granddaughter, “Sleep, not grandstand!”
Her room was empty, the air grew cold—
Only the Ouija sat silent and bold.
He muttered and shivered, “No time to wait,”
Grabbed his truck keys and zipped past the gate.
The cemetery whispered secrets in dark,
As shadows danced under trees in the park.
The moon played tricks with every headstone,
A voice cried “Grandpa?” in a ghostly tone.
He spun ‘round fast, tripped on a grave,
Landscaped his pants—wasn't feeling brave.
Tombstones echoed with spectral delight,
A squirrel popped out, gave him a fright.
“Mabel!” he yelled, “Get out of this place!”
But no one answered, just wind in his face.
With tires screeching, he fled like the breeze,
His truck was airborne near two maple trees.
He got home, jumped in bed with a moan,
“Should’ve bought her that Barbie phone…”
Later that night, beneath moonlight's beam,
Granddaughter giggled from inside a dream.
“I told the spirits to make him run,
Now he’ll never call bedtime fun!”
So Mr. Johnson stays tucked in tight,
A flashlight gripped till the morning light.
And if you hear wheels spin at twilight’s ring—
It’s Grandpa practicing ghost-evading drifting.
Lucifer And the Cunning Bowl Woe's He Feeds to Unsaved Souls-
Lucifer came by
He looked into my eyes
He offer me a cup full of woe
Poured it into a bowl
Whose bowl is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.
He gives his bowl a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The bowl is scaly, cunning and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.
He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolizes being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
Lucifer left
He took what was left
Mangle souls, he placed in the bowls
To serve to the lost souls for manna
Lucifer And the Cunning Bowl Woe's He Feeds to Unsaved Souls
O
Woe...........................
11/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I know that beauty is superficial, what's important in a person is how they are internal.
But she makes me think of Kentucky Fried Chicken because she looks like the Colonel.
When people see her, they all think that she founded KFC.
I've tried and tried to get rid of her but she won't dump me.
i even let her catch me in bed with her cousin and her little sis.
When she saw what was happening, she wasn't even pissed.
i broke her arm and she had to wear a cast
This relationship won't end even though I want to put it in the past.
When I said that I wanted to break it off, she threatened to throw acid in my face.
I want to hire a hitman to take her out because I hate her, our relationship is a disgrace.
She proposed to me and I said no but she wants us to get married and so does her Pa.
He's going to force me to marry her with his shotgun and then he'll be my father-in-law.
My life stinks, things are going from bad to worse.
I want somebody to shoot me to end this curse.
You won't see a smile on my face because I feel nothing but gloom.
I'm in a situation that I can't get out of, I'm a man who is doomed.
LOVE EXTRAORDINAIRE
The truth lay bear in bed with a secret lie
Painted colors of a paradise on broken hinges
Reach for me upon soaring height of your riddled Faith
Scream for me when your voice falls victim to lust of silence
Find me again from the tunnel of forlorn hearts
And when the leaves echo the arrival of winter
Deep into your shimmering dreams as you strode in blackness
Eyes light up gross darkness, illuminated glare
More luscious than crimson lips
Hypnotic sights imprison every outer reflection
Pierced into me like arrow of eyes
Cupid pierced me with a spear
Am infallibly falling for you
Its got nothing to do with gravity
Lost in another world looking for her shelter
Seduction spoils not any sect or sex
But of you, even in my unconsciousness, I will select
Because your eyes hold Keys to every mind's search.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2016.
So what’s your excuse for a blind date?
My boyfriend cheated on me, what’s yours?
Caught my mum in bed with my girlfriend.
Did you say anything?
No, she was on top, so I didn’t want to do anything
Did you tell your Dad
No, my Dad's girlfriend killed him when she found out he was married.
Wow, you don’t have a sister, do you?
I do, but she’s not allowed within ten miles of the house.
Is she a psycho or what?
No, she smashed a chair over Mum's head when she caught her in bed with her boyfriend.
What, your mum was on top again.
I suppose so, it’s not really a picture I want to see.
Do you have a photo of your mum?
Yes, that’s her there.
Wow, I don’t usually have lesbian tendencies, but I’d do your mum.
Yes, a lot of people want to do my mum, I don’t get it.
Can I meet her?
Why the hell would you want to meet her?
I don’t know, can I be your girlfriend?
Is this so you can meet my mum?
Of course not, can I go home with you now?
My god, what is wrong with you, woman?
Can I meet your sister, why don’t we get married?
We’ve only just met.
I know, but I already feel part of the family.
About Lucey, a Ragdoll Cat: Saved from Death
Lucey was my feline dream!
I had never seen such love from a cat's eyes
~ so heavenly stream.
No, I did not find her at a shelter!
She was at the Vet's scheduled for death,
And in dire need of a loving helper.
There she was locked in a cage waiting for
the terminal needle.
Her owner had passed and asked Lucey die,
to be put down too, which I thought that request
was horribly and morbidly feeble.
With my auburn long hair, I knelt down to
this queen, whispering softly,
"Mommy is here!"
Her front paws reached out from the cage,
grabbed my neck, oh, my she was so bubbly!
I had to make my case, as a lawyer does to
spare her client the death penalty!
But to make this poem come to its conclusion,
the Vet did set Lucey free.
She was the only cat I ever had, who just
loved to lie in bed with me!
And purposely watch the raindrops rolling down
the window together!
She was the essence of heaven for me.
I was able to carry her around the house
in my arms.
She'd wrap her paws about my grateful
neck, her body so fluffy and full...total
charm, so warm in my arms!
God took her home quite suddenly, it rent
my heart in two!
All I have left is memories and an astounding
photo, now in words, in this poem, too!
And yes, Lucey! Wherever you are in
God's celestial, eternal universe....
I am fiercely loving and eternallly
grateful for every moment ~
I was so richly blessed, to share with you.
Panagiota Romios
5/4/2019
11pm PST
I see the bitterness polluting this world
a multitude of evil hides then divides
conquering with twisted visions of democracy
one joke history repeating past horrors return
Hurting innocent people tells another story
bullies who think they are above human justice
aggressors filled with pride in falsehood
you will fall heaviest of all
Suffering fleeing war victims as the devil marches forward
his army is arising from ashes darkness grips our planet
6 children a day dying, 3 world war two show mercy
for the love of all that holds good in this world
Such hardships giving up everything held dear
Look into your soul and know the mortal truth
only the blind hide and do not see selfishness
the one demon followed by others a legion
Fed like animals where is the loving joy that opens arms
Offering comfort to those in need have mercy
Peace unto this world sings with a warm heart
To love and understand our brothers and sisters plea
Please give them shelter
feed and clothe their weary bodies
in their hours of ache
With open arms I pray to God
Your salvation love and understanding the scriptures
we all know what must be done in our Lords name
Protect those families against the demon who hates and destroys families
Watching the news we are tainted with so much ugliness
lies drip fed to us twisted through the master deceivers hallow heart
We all know who sits at the head of a fork tongue
Peace is the way forward as greed wants war
only a fool arms themselves with hate their pride lies in bed with envy
Cunningly cursing everyone
curtains raise darkness you will kneel to the light
With power and glory supreme leader at your command
I bow with open eyes we see the path of complete destruction ahead
Faith is the sword of truth
openly we all should do more even in voice help
Do we stand for something or fall in our sins
I speak one soul because united we are many
Just a note to say Gary on What Kind of People Are We
after reading your piece these words flowed from my heart
thank you kindly for the insight and powerful pen filled with light and truth
There was a young Aussie called Billy
An ant attached and bit the end of his willy
made him holler and dance
all these ants invaded his pants
His swearing and cursing for miles was heard very shrilly
She began to twist in contortion
Her legs now a state misproportion
her neck it did crack
she fell out of her sack
Now moves about with much caution
Every morning took off for a jog
One day got stuck in a bog
how does one now get out
for help a desperate shout
Eventually hopped out transformed here as a bullfrog
A young man supplied equipment for sport
To a local nearby family squash court
a girl a mis-hit on one of his balls
to the floor with much laughter she falls
In pain he declares this squash game with danger is fraught
A demure young lassie called Jilly
Owned a beautiful black and white filly
The last ride was a farce
horse bucked Jilly's flat on her ass
In a landscape that's rocky and hilly
Then a long came Billy the Bonk
A left hook had injured his conk
in bed with another man's wife
took off for the flight of his life
All the geese in observance let out a boisterous honk
A blonde affectionately known as Annie
Her desire for love is uncanny
all her clothes she did shed
too much time in her bed
She's now known as overworked Fanny
footnote Sack a colloquial term for bed in Australia
My opponent will destroy democracy
But my opponent will normalize hypocrisy
My opponent pays hush money to whores
Well, my opponent snoozes in meetings and snores
My opponent’s in cahoots with radical progressives
But my opponent’s tax cuts are regressive
My opponent is in bed with Putin
Well, my opponent for Iran is rootin’
My opponent’s spending will stoke inflation
But my opponent’s plans will increase starvation
Enough! Stop! Cut! Halt!
It’s not all the other guy’s fault
All this negativity makes one thing clear
I’m voting for the first candidate I can cheer
How often have we heard that - quite a lot,
like when a dead body was found in the pool,
of course, nobody knew how it got there at all,
conveniently covered up, another brick in the wall.
Found in bed with someone else, at least female,
needless to say, your popularity begins to pale,
although if you're president, things can be raised,
like a dress to see what's underneath, as you gazed.
I climbed a mountain and there was no way down,
then you really start to feel like a goddamn clown,
mother caught me looking at some boy's dick,
which seemed to reduce in size as though by magic.
However, like an accountant - many things come to nought,
just remember the commandment: 'Thou shalt not get caught.'