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as I sit within my room
to creaks and pops of walls I listen
as the cooling of the night
changes bring in darkness with out
silence rings within my ears
perhaps hiding things that should not be
and dark fears within me stir
wondering of what I cannot see
who can know what is with out
lurking perhaps without the light
forgotten not of childhood fears
still creep within the adult mind
sounds I hear from far away
of dogs and cars and music playing
slipping through my walls too thin
stirring thoughts within my mind
perhaps I should now slip away
journey to into the night
leave my room and its light
and seek out what’s in the night
The snow on the ground is aglow at midnight
A sheet of moonlight
Like a sketchpad with shadows
Stretched from tree limbs furiously penciled in,
A speakeasy dance floor from the 1920s
Mobbed and sashaying,
Doing the jitterbug,
With black arms and black legs
Pumping stutter-stepping,
Swaying forward then back
Hands risen as if polishing the air with praise
In a wind that creaks in these trees
Like kindling wood caught on fire.
Who is the ghost, here, in this freezing rhythm?
These poltergeist dancers?
Floating
Between now and then drinking gin,
Lit by a swinging winter lantern?
Or is it me? Weaving through the phantom crowd,
A traveler from the future,
Pardon me, looking good,
Carrying a tray of translucent light above my head?
Or is the celestial artist the true spirit?
The only one who really exists?
Yes, I think it is the brilliant artist,
The invisibly sketching Goddess bringing life to the long dead,
While lurking from her corner table, cold cigarette in hand,
Diligently recording history.
Oh oblivion of time and space I make my way to her,
A coming total lunar eclipse.
On All Hallows Eve I was home all alone,
And the wind 'round the eaves gave an eerie moan.
Outside my window the moon shone bright,
And I saw something strange in the pale moonlight.
Out on the lawn in the shadows was lurking,
A figure, a shadow furtively searching,
For a way to get in under cover of darkness,
And my heart gave a leap as I struggled to harness,
A mixture of panic, excitement and fear,
For no one to this house ever comes near.
I hid in the darkness, my nerves all a-flutter,
As I heard him trying to open the shutters.
Then he was in and we met face to face,
And I saw his surprise as his eyes searched the place.
He'd thought the house empty, deserted and bare,
A good place to hide, perhaps use for a lair.
He did not expect to find anyone there,
And I guess my appearance gave him a scare.
I spoke to him gently to ease the sensation,
Of fear, apprehension and deep aggravation.
You came not to harm or to cause consternation,
But you should not have entered without invitation;
For this is my home and I'm mistress here,
And I hold my privacy precious and dear.
Few people ever come out this way,
And it's late so I bid you to come in and stay.
I invite you in to rest and be still.
I bid you enter of your own free will.
There was a time then
When I could fly free
Across the span of azure sky
To the shores of distant lands
Spread joyous wings
In warm air of conviviality
But…
There was a time then
When in unfurled dawn
Rinsed by the golden sun
I could join the flock of kin
On the breeze-braced bough
Croon the spring song
But…
There was a time then
When through the dust of dusk
I returned to the nest
On the waiting arms of you all
Fold my wings in embrace
Of unrestrained closeness
But…
It’s a new time now
Lurking shadow of invisible danger
Creeping menacingly from nowhere
Turned the nest into a cage
Confined morale plunging in lone abyss
Hope still holds on
But…
How long?
April 2, 2020
Contest : Quarantine Poems
Sponsor : Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
In your modern nation
Your civilisation
Is under a threat from miniaturisation
’cause one day they’ll make it, in China they’ll fake it
A nice compact nuclear bomb...
That Clips on a rocket
That fits in your pocket
And no one cares where it comes from
Taiwan or China or what could be finer...
A genuine one from Hong Kong
Global destruction
With basic instruction
For people in banks, shops and farms
Wherever they’re working there’s somebody lurking
Demanding the right to bear arms
Your forefathers voted
And thus it was noted
(In spite of a future not reckoned)
They’d keep arms resplendent, and wrote an amendment
And this one they numbered the second
But when they discussed it
Sword, cannon and musket
Was just about all that they’d got
Rather less keen, if they had foreseen
Machine gun or multiple shot
If you need to clobber
a thug or a robber
Here’s what I can’t help thinking of
One shot at a time can stop them just fine
So, what’s with the Kalashnikov
So when they invent it
And fakers have bent it
And nobody cares who it harms
I hope you have fun with your nuclear gun
’cause you have the right to bear arms
On Halloween Night
A slight hollow snapping noise crept up from down below
Barely audible above torrential rain and lightning
Seeping through the walls into my gloomy room
A power outage turned the mansion black as death
A candle and one match was all I had to investigate
To navigate this mystery
The crackling sound grew louder
As I trembled, fell down the flight of stairs
Head hitting concrete there
Red blood spilling everywhere
The basement became confused and changed
An eerie form of horrors took its shape
A structure not found or known in heaven or on Earth
Came into view, from what could be surmised, an opening
An unholy hole from hell itself
Before my crying eyes appeared right there
Some multi legged smelly creature lurking by the portal, came whizzing in
Another foul being emerged from darkness into this twilight zone
Slithered without a word in my direction
My candle had gone out
The filthy obnoxious thing, grabbed me with icy slimy claws
By the red light of hell's burnt tortured soulless glow
I saw the monsters bulging green and moldy eye up close
As it cracked my bones and dragged me down
Mystery solved at last
At least I found the clues and cause of these events
First detected in my gloomy room
A slight hollow noise which crept up
From down below on Halloween night
And my bones still make that very same sound forever through the house
8/28/14 On Halloween Night contest
An Angel appears out of the mist
The trickling stream just now Sun kissed
A beacon in the morning dew
Awakens the stillness that God threw
Over the Mountain and down the Valley
How many times before only he can tally
As she smiles her radiance does elegantly bloom
To lift many a lonely Shepherds early morning gloom
As he watches his bleating flock with care
He never notice’s that she is there
Keeping him out of harm’s way
To help him make through the day
This lonely soul on whom others have lent
To bring them milk and supplement
Their meager lives, harrowing at best
Life is hard for him and the rest
But his beliefs will guide him through
His Lord will show him what to do
A saint full man who gives his all
To his flock so they may not fall
Into danger on the Mountain high
As he whistles and gives a sigh
To appreciate the life that he has received
From his Lord, what he has achieved
His spirit never bending or broken down
Though living miles above the town
People know him as Adam that’s all
No second name that they recall
He walks the Mountains with his flock
Never bothering to take stock
Of the words that others may
About his life he lives his way
The solitude and peace full existence
Has brought about stubborn resistance
To a life in the valley below
What he reaps he will sow
The sheep just wander here and there
As if they know they have no care
They are always safe from harm
No need to be upon a farm
As he goes about his daily life
The Angel watches him through the strife
Of bad weather and other dangers lurking
Unaware he continues without shirking
His duty to his Lord and flock you see
His faith a comfort and will always be
Forever to roam for a million years
No time for pity, no time for tears
The Angel watches, listens and takes stock
Of the Shepherd and his flock
She knows that her presence he always feels nearby by
Though he cannot see her and she knows why
He’s been dead for a hundred years or so
His flock disappeared long ago
But the Mountain he refuses to leave
To go to Heaven, not to grieve
His duty to him is quite clear
By his sheep he must be near
Only ever seen by the chosen few
Wandering amongst the early morning dew
I know one
Who is most poised
And enameled with the
Likes of patience so rare.
For the longest time,
Pain has been her companion.
But she stands calm and still,
Refusing to allow pain to define her.
Through the blinding fog of mishaps;
Through the dark clouds of misfortune;
Through the many storms of adversities;
I see no shouts of 'Why me?", but a smile.
I am arrested and captured
By her enduring spirit
And deeply inspired
By her seasoned faith.
Like lions lay lurking for their prey,
Back injuries and vehicular accidents
Have tried to put her away. But come
What may, the faithful Christian lady stands.
“First I was afraid, I was petrified…
I WILL SURVIVE”
I can still hear those words going through my head…
Cancer
We don’t know how long you had been lurking
But like a silent thief in the night you crept into our life
Turning our whole world upside down
So many questions
Can it be cured?
Will the cancer be eradicated forever?
But no one can give a definite answer
So many things to consider…
As the side effects of any treatment can be so cruel
But tough decisions would have to be made to save your life
We could only hope and pray you were one of the lucky ones
Before you went under the knife
You said these words to me…
I WILL SURVIVE
Two and a half years later you remain cancer free
Dedicated to my husband and anyone who can relate to these lines
Unhinged Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
Lyrics quoted from the song I will Survive by Gloria Gaynor
26~08~16
How perfidious is it to hide,
not to be found and be recognized
for the values not revealed
but shamefully being cast aside?
How deplorable is it to renounce existing,
refusing the crown of meekness,
a life of peaceful days, of a lesser complicity
and accept the glory of vanity...
when feelings of betrail resurge, contesting
the perception of loss beyond credibility?
Does one choose loneliness so voraciously sought,
that retreat from a squalid existence that fate brought
to a secluded place that lacks colors and sounds
allowing horrid darkness to descend upon defeats,
blocking out the brilliance and blighting the thoughts
of a mind in search of solitude and self-awareness?
How pathetic us to turn
into a lurking shadow
to conceal the frown of scorn,
the angry look of hurt...
rejecting soothing comfort,
accepting horrid sorrow!
Do all have the same principles of idiocy
and follow a deceiving voice
swerving them from reason...
does it offer delusions that attempt treason?
How strong is their effect on honesty;
how will it coordinate with their choice?