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Only the two big houses were in the broad Street, My mansion was at the dead end street meet , It was covered with green creepers like sheet, My open heart seemed eeto miss an easy beat,
In the street meet, there was a child's tomb,
No one went near it in the dark night, Every one passed the end of the street with zoom, They crossed it very speed with flash light,
The abode was large and had three courtyards Wooden pillars were looked like huge guards, It's high and dark shadows made me scared, Avoiding fear, I prayed to the family God,
Nearly forty persons were died in the home,
For me, it resembled a fearful tomb, Like the memorable mummies found in Rome, I felt like an icy cube in the white foam,
I ran on the varanda as fast as I could, Grandma had come with a lantern and I misunderstood, I dashed her speedy, but she withstood,
I told my bitter experience to the neighborhood.
October First
By Franklin Price
10/01/2015
October first, time's moving on
Just thirty days away,
The gremlins and goblins
Will be coming out to play.
They will be very hungry,
All your candy they will eat.
When they come around on Halloween,
To your house for Trick or Treat
There will be ghosts and Dracula s,
mummies and undead too,
super heroes, pirates,
Star Wars characters for you
Monsters in their mother's arms
Too young to walk about
Toddlers holding daddys' hands
Come to your house and shout
Trick or Treat they sometimes say
May take a prompt or two
Or may be silent as a lamb
When they shove their bag at you
Give them all some candy
That's why Halloween is here
Get ready for the next group
You can hear them drawing near
Most of them are youngsters
With bed times not too late
Must quickly take your candy
And be home in bed by eight
It was the darkest night of the year, and the light was eclipsed but the haunting moon was so near. Lagging
hope faded, and the jading stillness increased my fear. Twas a warm, muggy night with a cool, misty fog drear.
A vixen wind against my jaundiced awning did sheer. All at once, ghostly emanations and visions of black
ravens became so stark so clear. From a nearby church cemetery; gasping, satin-sheathed mummies from their
soiled compartments began to rear. Wispy, veiled goblins in the distant pines started to appear. The nearby
stream gurgled spewing, nauseous vapors that filtered across my warping pier. Gargantuan gargoyles around my
crenelated windows did swerve and veer. White-tipped bats with ebony capes around my porch light did flitter
and fleer. Cringing 'neath my pleated, satin curtians, I heard a knock so *****. Bounding from my cloistered
lair, all my remaining wits did forswear. Flinging open the door, I was confronted by a craggly-clad seer. In a
hurried, modulated rant, he with warnings of pending doom filled each, perched ear. He, then, paused and
glared at me with a bleary-eyed leer. Slamming the door, I began to ponder his doleful, portentous lear, then staggering to my pantry, I grappled for a bottle of cheer. Unbeknownst to me, a pilfering vampire had
spliced a bloody concoction in my satiating beer. Suddenly, the velvet-laced furniture was shrouded with a
crimson verneer. Stumbling along a meandering course to the basement, I located a wooden box that
resembled a bier. Accepting my perilous fate, climbed into my designated tomb, and into my coroded heart
plunged a jagged spear.
I saw it all,
the Sun the Moon the night & the day,
there was summer & snow,winter & rain,
children,old people,miracles & war,everything an opportunity,
advantages abounding like red in fresh blood,
it was all there for me like love with no doubts,
incalcuable ramifications everyday,magic within the flesh,
horses & whips,smiles & screams,sex & serenity
people that helped & people that lied,judgement was fluid,
ignorance transformed from stone to sand,
I felt the anger of desperation & the tranquility of fatigue,
there were degrees of shame & success like green on the leaves,
oceans with storms & ships,
I saw musicians weep into their instruments,sculptors whisper to sculptures,
painters pray to the canvas,athletes abandoning self for celebrity,
there were athiest blaming Deity for despair & suffering
along with spiritual people begging for compassion
and delivering hypocrisy unto the vulnerable,
lions feasted on the dumb & slow,lightning struck with violet glow,
castles that were robust were burned to dust,
lonely marble became men's monuments,
I've seen children evolve into fearful & violent creatures
and there were some which resurrected forgiveness & redemption
as sleep renews the mind,
I observed merchants make mummies of men & women,
people succeeding in business by virtue of self determination,
I saw debt & savings lead to blessings,
I witnessed so much,felt like a king & a crook,
I learned about words & images,
there is something collective about it all,something just,
but what did I see?
J.A.B.
Quadrilateral based structures
four sides triangular leaning in
Each stone block estimated at 2.5 to 15 tons
around 2.3 million in one
Over 118 pyramids now discovered standing
in Egypt on Giza plateau
stretching down the Nile valley
at the edge of the Sahara desert
These include Cheops, Cheprio, Mycerinus, and Sphinx
surrounded by magnificent monuments, palaces, and temples
Initiated by Khufu around 2550 B.C.
built fit for supremacy
Pharaohs and Queens expected to become Gods in after-life
so they were embalmed and mummified
as mummies in preparation for the world
with everything they may need to keep themselves there
We took our grandson to the Met,
His very first time there,
A special day with him alone,
A circumstance quite rare.
We rode the bus from where we live,
To him an urban treat
And bought a New York pretzel
Just to make the day complete.
He’s almost 10 and reads a lot
So what he chose to see
Were Greek and Roman galleries
Filled with antiquity.
The subject matter fit right in
With books he races through.
Egyptian mummies also made
The cut for us to view.
Ironically, when passing by
The knights and swords display,
He had no interest, though his dad
Adored that in his day.
It’s wonderful to get to share
Such cool amazing art
With son and grandson, even if
It happened years apart.
Trouble, trouble stirs the wind
ghastly ghosts rise and ascend
warty toads croak
vile spells are spoke
witches’ covens evil intend
Burbling, gurgling cauldron hot
with purple vein, red blood clot
virgins hopeful eyes
fear and dread belies
throw them in and stir the pot
Screeching, screaming banshee songs
garish ghouls with pointy prongs
mulish mummies
reeking rummies
to evil spirits the night belongs
Trembling, tremoring witches fear
townsfolk are coming too near
sticks and stones
fire bemoans
the end becoming too clear
Freaking, shrieking their cry drums
slicing the air with its thrums
unwilling to face
they cut to the chase
quickly flee to save their bums
Hellboy has encountered the following paranormal entities (and alike)...
Aliens
Beasts
Creatures
Demons, dragons, devils
Erinyes, elves
Fairies
Gods, giants, ghosts, ghouls, golems
Humanoids, huntsmen, hydras
Idiots
Jerks
Killers
Leprechauns
Mutations, mummies, monsters
Nazis
Oracles
Phantoms
Querents
Ra, Heliopic Brotherhood of
Shapeshifters, spirits, skeletons
Trolls
U - n/a
Vampires
Werewolves, witches, worms, warlocks
X - n/a
Y - n/a
Zombies
Alas, you may have noticed if
you’ve looked around the world these days,
you don’t see werewolves or zombies,
no vampires or mummies at play.
The whole world seems to have lost that
thade of mystery we once knew,
The creatures that stalked us of old
have become remarkably few.
There’s still a few out there, I know,
good old Dogman up in Michigan,
but for many of these creatures
their wild days have come to an end.
Now what’s the reason for this loss?
What has brought about this strange thing?
That’s easy enough to explain,
we humans are great at killing!
Yes, just as with normal animals,
we kill off what might be a threat,
something threaten might endanger out lives
is something that we can’t abet.
So just like predators and small pox
we saw the job was done,
heck, we published how to kill them
in all of our horror fiction!
Stakes, silver, garlic, and headshots,
we let all the world know how to win,
to the point out nights have become safe,
free of all the creatures of sin.
But if you still want to see them
then I have some good news for you,
you can see them all down at the
Endangerer Horror Species Zoo!
Now we got ghouls, goblins, wendigos,
your Demons, your banshees, and sprites,
we got all of the B-team monsters,
but most folks come for the big five.
I guess we should start with the werewolf,
each must roam in his own separate pen,
their spacious and lined in silver leaf,
we don’t want them getting out again.
The only ones left are the old ones,
so old they no longer transform,
they just stay werewolves all the time,
apparently this is the norm.
whatever the case, it’s good for us,
people can see them fur and all,
through a foot-thick one way mirror
that forms the enclosure front wall.
These eight foot beasts eat messily,
yet people gather when they feed,
yhey act appalled by the whole thing,
Yet they consistently watch the scene.
And when those lycans howl loud
it pieces right down to the soul,
ten times the fear of a normal wolf,
the spine tingles, and blood runs cold.
But people like feeling afraid
so long as they know they are safe,
sometimes we’ll drop a rabbit in there
so folks can watch the beast give chase.
Why do so few of these beast remain?
think silver bullets plus machine gun,
most of them now are heads on a wall,
we’re luck to have more than one...
CONTINUES IN PART II.
I was trudging with deep thirst amid scorching sand dunes,
when suddenly the desert wind
hurled me against an ancient tomb;
and as the swivel door swiftly opened, my fear increased.
What was this mysterious, mystic place...
beneath one of the Great Pyramids
embellished by massive sphinxes?
Why did the Egyptians believe in after-life?
Scary mummies in long, beautiful
hand-painted sarcophaguses appeared,
and the foul smell induced more dread
than an imminent vomit...I screamed!
And into that labyrinth of adorned walls,
I couldn't find an exit...painted faces
and sacrificial eyes hunted me all the while...
was I going to be their next victim?
I heard chariots wheels screech...
they were coming for me, I panicked,
a pang pierced my chest encroached by hands...
and glancing at those mystical frescoes, I fled!
And running faster than a tiger, trying to catch my heavy breath,
I collapsed into the coldest corner crying out,"God, please help me!"....
No human voice echoed but mine in the hallways of the Pyramid;
how would I have been been able to combat anxiety, fear or even death?
I found myself by the tomb of Tutankhamun's,
he didn't seem dead, but vividly alive and well...
and he kindly smiled, handing me his scarabe necklace...
saying, "Take it and end the curse of the robbers!"
Why didn't he punish me for disturbing his peace?
Sudden death could have been experienced by me!
What ever happened to the Anubis guarding his tomb
and treasury? Did the Pharaoh send it away to warn me?