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In full moon’s mystic frame hungry wolf’s silhouette howls,
in the creepy stillness a tall figure in black cloak comes out
through the spiked rusty gate of a castle on the smoky hill.
Arms stretched wide he wafts in air like a hooded black bird
like the Count used to do in Transylvania, as the story goes.
When the moon reaches the canopy of the starless slate sky,
I see petrified, the dark figure standing in shade outside my door,
the cold blue gleam of the eerie night smeared on the ashen face.
Before I could retract I find myself clasped in his strong arms,
with wolf's red eyes glaring, fangs piercing his bloody lips pressed
on my jugular vein, in hoarse voice he says “your blood I will sip,
you will turn to a vampire, in Dracula’s castle you will live with me”.
October 11, 2020
Contest : Halloween Fright
Sponsor : Carolyn Devonshire
Its fluttering wings as it flits round the lamp
That glows in the street that is misty and damp
Clack like a skeletal vampire in flight
And cast evil shadows like bats in the night
Tonight in the alleyways, flea ridden rats
Reach an accord with the street dogs and cats
To prowl with joint purpose this All Hallows’ eve
And follow the scent of the breath people breathe
But only when slicing the jugular vein
Do they find the humans are manic again
The rats lose their heads to a single quick bite
And street dogs and feral cats whimper in fright
And this night a full moon brings other surprises
No creature is safe from what Satan devises
The bat that thought moths could negate hunger pangs
Was wrong because moths aren’t supposed to have fangs
And so on the ground beneath that ailing lamp
The moth flails its victims, it’s fangs red and damp
And there, where they crash down, with thud after thud
A fast growing pile of bats drained of blood
The moth seeks a new lamp; a new hunting ground
Those bloodless bats rise up and stumble around
But somewhere a clock strikes a new midnight hour
And demons give way to a more saintly power
In the frame of full moon hungry silhouette wolfs bark,
a grey castle on the mystique hill top looms in the dark.
Through the rusty steel gate a tall figure in black cloak
comes out as the creepy grips of the opaque night choke.
Arms stretched wide, he strides on air like a black bird,
as the Count did in Transylvania, so the people heard.
When the moon reaches the top of starless steely sky,
he stands at my door, while to stow the fear I vainly try.
Cold blue haze of the eerie night smears the ashen face,
before I try to run away I find myself in his chilling brace.
With wolf's red eyes glaring, fangs protruding bloody lip
to touch my jugular vein, he says, “your blood I will sip.
You will turn into vampire, in Dracula’s castle I will keep”.
Scared of imminent death I got up terrified from sleep,
frozen to the core in the middle of the Halloween night.
The alarming nightmare scene still haunts me with fright.
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October 14, 2022
Rhyme checked at RhymeZone.com
Contest : 12-16 Lines Of A Scary Halloween Rhyme
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
In full moon frame hungry wolf silhouettes bark,
a cloudy castle on hazy hill top looms in the dark.
Through the rusty steel gate a figure in black cloak
comes out as the creepy grips of opaque night choke.
Arms stretched wide, he strides in air like a black bird,
like the Count of Transylvania, so the people heard.
As the moon reaches the top of starless steely sky,
he stands at my door, to stow my fear I vainly try.
Cold blue haze of eerie night smears his ashen face,
before I could run away I find me in his chilling brace.
With wolf's red eyes glaring, fangs protruding bloody lip,
tries to touch my jugular vein, he says, “your blood I will sip.
You will turn into a vampire, in Dracula’s castle I shall keep”.
Scared of imminent death I wake up terrified from sleep,
frozen in fear in the middle of the Halloween night.
The spooky nightmare still haunts me with fright.
Though the necks
sighting of Ichabod Crane
humungous horror
helplessly harassing,
hellish hyena howling,
hideously hounding,
headless Halloween
hair raising happening,
regarding haunting
horseman spectre,
not due to arrive
(in gremlin, golem, and
goblin crawling theaters
everywhere in outer limits
of twilight zone),
come October thirty first
two thousand, and nineteen
divination trap
pings can never
be implemented overly
soon - to satiate subhuman
scary sightings,
sans mine ineluctable
supernatural drive
biz ease, this (gopher broke,
phantasmagoric over seer
grown wunderkind,
passionately rousing spooks,
where this droning
necromancer named
Matthew Scott Harris),
asper undertaking
luckless ghostly endeavors
also oft times finds
meat hoo experiencing
aborted, cancelled and retried
aim mush carriage
(i.e. thwarted, ejected,
and clobbered miscarriage)
off base when out fielding
paranormal activities,
qua catcher catch can
pseudo boxing
exaggerated shadows
striking mine attenuated,
elongated, and invoked
Hades monstrous silhouettes,
viz jugular vein bleeding
(heart liberal)
burnt umber umbra
pitching one dimensional
brokered, bricked,
and bracketed
wall size grotesqueries
detailing bloodless battles
silently creaking within republic
of my imagination.
The vampire saw the campfire and was hovering around
For all the little children were just sitting on the ground
He doesn't mind the fire, it’s not ultra violet light
So he listens to his dinner telling scary tales all night
But when he feels that pretty soon it shall be getting light
He picks a chosen victim and he moves in for a bite
Alas his chosen breakfast was a little lad called Rob
Who turned around too early and punched the vampire in the gob
At the back a tooth went crack, the vampire squealed in pain
Holy flaming nuns, it hurts like I’m alive again
The vampire shrank and as a bat he fluttered into town
Snuck into a dentists where he pulled the shutters down
The dentist said ‘Your early mate, your time keeping is rash’
The vampire said you’ll fix me though I do not carry cash
The dentist grinned and said I have retirement looming large
So as my last good deed, my friend, I’ll fix you for no charge
The vampire thought the anaesthetic wouldn't work on him
And so he was surprised to find he’d dribbled down his chin
So lying in the chair, with the dentist in his face
The vampires jaws were numb as the dentist worked apace
The dentist’s constant chatter with his Adam’s apple bobbing
Did not distract the vampire from the jugular vein throbbing
Suddenly the vampire snarled, I’m starving, what the heck
He lunged to sink his canine teeth into the dentist’s neck
The dentist staggered back and yelled you hit me like a truck
Why on earth did you just give me one almighty suck
The vampire gasped, my canines fail me, it’s beyond belief
The dentist held his hand out and said, do you mean these teeth?
The vampire sobbed I cannot live without my pointy biters
The dentist said don’t worry, I’ll put back those ugly blighters
But first I’m gonna finish off that molar I was filling
Good job I am not charging you, for I would make a killing
So, the dentist said, the molar that you broke last night
Is finished once I’ve set it with this ultra violet light
Before the vampire could protest the light was in his mouth
Demonic hands burst through the floor and dragged the vampire south.
He had seen chicken necks
twisted and broken in Chinese markets,
the plucked dismemberment
of flapping wings.
With help,
he could have strung his carcass up
like a hog on a hook.
He would have quickly cleaved himself
from balls to breast,
but this was a one-man job.
The cadaver
had to be bundled, separated and filleted.
Strange but he knows what to do.
His hands are now sharp as scalpels.
Fingers are boning blades, lancets,
curettes and shears.
He inserts a stiletto under the jaw,
angling through neck bones, the larynx,
drawing the point downward
severing jugular vein and carotid artery.
He does not collect the blood,
but lets it wet the earth.
He watches the bulbous purple coils
spill from his abdomen.
Chitterlings and sweetbreads,
plump jewels gleam briefly
then settle on the ground
in warm mounds.
A quick slice along the breastbone,
then ease the ribcage apart,
scoop out lungs and heart,
- fat catfish from a keep-net.
Looking upon his piled substance,
he feels as if the great work of his life
had now ended well.
He watches as the meat and offal
begin to dissolve.
Soon from the pools of blood
vine shoots will emerge.
One day there will be new wine.
In the full moon’s mystic frame an alien wolf in silhouette howls,
in the diabolical stillness a tall figure in black cloak comes out
through the spiked rusty gate of the castle perched on smoky hill.
Arms stretched wide he wafts in the air like a hooded black bird,
like the Count used to do in Transylvania, as the age-old story goes.
When the moon hovers over the canopy of the starless slate sky,
I see paralyzed, the dark figure standing in shade outside my door,
cold blue gleam of the Halloween night feasting on the ashen face.
Fearing abduction I find myself clasped in his arms of trickery,
with cautionary eyes glaring, and fangs piercing gory lips pressed
on my jugular vein, in hoarse voice he says “your blood I will sip,
you’ll be one of my vampires, in the castle of Dracula you’ll live”.
October 23, 2020
Contest : Halloween Challenge
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
No one tells
(I should stop here)
…of shadows in the alleyways
believe me…
(you should)
that the fangs come out
at night
(never during the day)
i have to say
(you should too)
that the movies are too trite
with blood
no guts
no gusto by the way
no great romance
of happenstance
well one or two
(perhaps)
dark shadows was classic
twilight, a scream
a handsome stranger
rings the bell
he’s a bit pale
charms you to
your bones
she is young and beautiful
sees her reflection
nothing more
she should wear a cross
or douse herself in garlic
(but maybe he likes garlic
with his meal)
her dad’s loading silver bullets
in his revolver (perhaps he’s
a taste for murder)
there’s a coffin sitting in the driveway
her dad smiles. he can put that to some use
or get his goose cooked
(you see,
he didn’t see the stranger
creeping up his way)
the vampire had no use for his superpowers
just knocked good old dad out
the gal’s already knocked up
with two holes in her jugular vein
(didn’t see it happen?)
perhaps you paid too much
attention to the dad
and now he has you in his sights
but you won’t have time
to turn and run
you can’t win this race
no one tells
a deadman’s tale
mind you, it’s all just…
speculation
8/19/2022
(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)
I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
against misinterpreted faux attempt
to describe, how whet
d'ya column re: immigration officials coe vet
patrol, police, and poison tranquil casa blanca
where killer attack dogs fiendishly pin set
ting sharp fangs at jugular vein of respectful,
dutiful, and blissful (or at least
prior to being sniffed out) innocent
long time laborer on American soil now get
ting Das Boot to their unfamiliar Motherland
(despite living social
as law abiding righteous folks) fret
full, cuz unfairly punished, and
cruelly deported, dispirited, doomed
pained visage non verbally articulates
at un war rented deportation you bet!
with just a flick of the wrist
and alien hated, pigheaded,
and xenophobic ventriloquist
bring back the Alien and Sedition Acts
with a Trumpeting Latina, Hispanic,
and for good measure Mulatto twist,
where original writ (signed into law
by President John Adams in 1798),
historical footnote, aye cannot resist
spooking (like a ghost), those pee pill
born south of the border pooped and pissed
in potties of this proud country, sans free and brave
now frightfully get flushed out
glad to feign dis guise
as one among select Geronimo cadre
we henchman lubricate
wheels of injustice myst
tuff hie hiding dark shadows
(along the edge of night)
thence paddy wagon comes
to screeching halt nabbing
an "illegal alien" name on hit list
code word "bag dad" (biggest quarry)
and score a win
for Barren Trump Tah Mahal Incorporated
impossible mission special ops sentry slithers as trained
fearless to shackle wetback ranked big hest
catch also including booby prize,
as you correctly guessed.