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On a tour across the Scottish highland moor,
one summer noon I stopped by a grand Victorian house.
Curious, I entered silently through the half-closed door,
in the semi-dark room a pile of antiques I could only see .
In the creepy silence before I could say “anybody in”,
the creaking wooden door closed sharply behind me.
Alarmed to the core, I pressed the panic button within,
for with the door closed the way out I couldn’t find.
As I shivered with the eerie feeling of being trapped,
saw a faint figure approach through the hazy hallway,
as if floating in thin air he came in the sinister room,
I saw his scalded face before he turned it away.
As he came near I wailed petrified, “please open the door”,
he didn’t move nor did he utter a single word,
but how he softly opened the heavy door I didn’t know.
I rushed out in a breath outside in the sunlight flood.
In nearby village I queried about the man of that house,
nobody saw hint of life in the haunted house of the dead,
for in the outhouse the fire that took a long time to dowse,
the lone caretaker was burnt to death some two years back.
October 13, 2021
Contest : Ghost Lace
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
While on a holiday hike in the Aravalli hills in Rajasthan,
I stopped by a palatial house shining in the summer sun,
curious, through the half-closed door I entered silently
the dark front room where old furniture pile I could see.
In the eerie stillness before I could call out, “anybody in”,
behind me the heavy door suddenly closed sharply creakin’,
I pressed the panic button within the alarmed mind,
with all the doors closed the way out I couldn’t find.
As the feeling of being trapped flowed in cold sweat creepy,
I saw a faint figure walk in the hallway ominously misty,
he came in the sinister room as if floating in air all the way,
his scarred deformed face I saw before he turned it away.
As he came near I wailed scared, “I entered, I’m sorry”,
“I should go out, please help, open the door for me”.
Icy eyes looked at me, but a single word he didn’t say,
toward the door in a slow gliding stride I found him stray.
How he opened so softly the huge door I didn’t know,
I rushed outside in a heartbeat in the flood of sunglow,
I got my breath back and looked back to say “thank you”,
but the door was closed and the man was out of my view.
On my query in the nearby village about that man I was told,
I met a ghost living there, the house of the dead it was called,
for in the accidental fire that gutted the outhouse in a breath
some two years ago, the lone caretaker was burnt to death.
December 28, 2021
Edited : January 10, 2022
Contest : A Ghost Story
Sponsor : Angela Tune
S top
T hink
O pen your heart to God
P ray
the enemy comes to kill steal and destroy, he tries to trip us up in many ways
if something was on your mind wouldn't you love to be able to push a panic button for help to
make the feelings go away, imagine this is your panic button GOD will take away all our
fears all our panic all our frustrations, when any bad feelings come just Stop and think open
heart and pray, and it wont be long before the enemy is long on his way, God is the answer
to everything all we need to do is just stop and let him help in the good times as well as the
bad. the enemy loves it when we Hungy, Angry, Lonly or Tired, God taught me today how to
stop before being brought to a Halt, satan bites the dust again, he lost I still stand strong and
firm. Amen.
While on a geological traverse
in the ancient Aravalli hills of Rajasthan,
I happened to stop by a palatial house,
that glistened under the summer sun.
I got curious to find the big building
in the midst of desolate countryside.
So, I knocked on the huge door to find out
who lived there, but nobody came outside.
I gently pushed the heavy door,
it opened with a creepy sound creaking.
I ventured to silently enter to find myself
in a room, as dark as the moonless night falling
In the eerie stillness that engulfed me,
before I could call out, “anybody in”,
the heavy door behind me
suddenly closed, sharply bangin’.
With the skipped heart beats I pressed
the panic button in the alarmed mind.
With all the doors closed, the way out
in the opaque darkness, I couldn’t find.
As the fearsome feeling of being trapped
flowed with the stream of cold sweat scary,
I saw a faint figure appear from nowhere
in the hazy hallway ominously misty.
He entered the spine-chilling room,
as if floating in the murky air all the way,
his somewhat deformed scarred face
I saw before from me he turned it away.
As he came near I wailed petrified,
“I entered, for no one around I could see,
I’m sorry, I should go out, please help,
open the door for me”.
The icy eyes stared at me frozen,
but not a single word he uttered.
Toward the door he glided in a slow motion,
his hands like a bird’s wings fluttered.
How then he opened so softly
the huge door I didn’t know,
I rushed outside in a heartbeat
to freedom in the flood of the sunglow .
I got my lost breath back,
looked back to say “thank you”,
but the door was closed,
the man was out of my view.
On my query in the village, I was told
about the man who took away my breath,
an accidental fire burnt the outhouse,
the caretaker was scorched to death.
Discern choice anew
Curb contagious flair;
Bear home isolation
~~~~~~~~~
Deadly disease strain
Global pandemic;
Lockdowns, lockout
~~~~~~~~~
Chaotic uncertainty
Disruptions everywhere;
Normalcy devastated
~~~~~~~~~
Fear strangles
Panic erupts;
Empty shop shelves
~~~~~~~~~
Coronavirus outbreak
Pneumonia strangles;
A deadly frontier
~~~~~~~~~
Social distancing
Sea of surgical masks;
Fear hounds panic
~~~~~~~~~
Bad news anchors
Tragedy gains currency;
Death and suffering
~~~~~~~~~
Dire consequences
Desperate circumstances;
Coronavirus apathy!
~~~~~~~~~
Be humble yet
Pray for wise help;
Let faith prevail
~~~~~~~~~
Careless humanity
Viral terror strikes;
Push panic button
~~~~~~~~~
Luna light lingers
Days excrete toll;
Decipher decay
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 March 2020
Singapore
THE HAUNTED HOUSE
While on a tour across the Scottish highland moor
one summer noon I stopped by a Victorian house.
Curious, I entered through the half-closed door,
a dark room filled with antiques I could browse.
In the eerie air before I could call out loud, “anybody in”
the creaking wooden door closed sharply behind me.
In the alarmed mind I pressed the panic button within,
for with all the doors closed the way out I couldn’t see.
I shivered with the creepy feeling of being trapped,
saw a shadowy figure appear in the murky hallway,
as if striding in air into the sinister room he stepped.
Saw his scalded fiery face before he turned it away.
Scared I wailed, “I’m sorry I entered”, as he came near,
“please help, open the door for me, out I should go”.
He looked at me, a single word I didn’t hear him utter.
He walked silently to the door in a floating stride slow.
How he opened so softly the heavy door I couldn’t see,
I rushed out in a breath to the open in flood of sunlight.
Before I could turn back quickly the door closed on me,
I couldn’t say “thank you”, the man was out of sight.
In nearby village I queried about the man and the house,
I’m told if anyone lived in the haunted house they’d know.
In the outhouse fire that took them a long time to dowse
the lone caretaker was burnt to death some two years ago.
August 22, 2018
Contest : The Haunted House
Spnsored by : Dear Heart
While on a tour across the moor of the Scottish highland,
one summer noon I stopped by a grand Victorian house.
Curious, I entered silently through the half-closed door,
in the half-dark room a pile of antiques I could see .
In the eerie stillness before I could call out, “anybody in”,
the creaking wooden door closed sharply behind me.
In the alarmed mind I pressed the panic button within,
for with all the doors closed the way out I couldn’t find.
As I shivered with the creepy feeling of being trapped,
saw a faint figure approach through the misty hallway,
as if floating on thin air he came into the sinister room,
I saw his scalded deformed face before he turned it away.
As he came near I wailed scared, “please open the door”,
Icy eyes looked at me, but a single word he didn’t utter.
How he opened so softly the heavy door I didn’t know,
I rushed out in a breath outside in the flood of sunlight.
In nearby village I queried about the man living in that house,
nobody saw any hint of life coming from the house of the dead,
for in the outhouse fire that took a very long time to dowse,
the lone caretaker was burnt to death some two years ago.
February 13, 2021
Contest : Ghost
Sponsor : Julia Ward
Experienced a third bigger earthquake recently but this poem I wrote for a smaller earthquake years ago)
My first trivial tremor experience had been in Southern Africa
And now this puny earthquake I felt in Tanzania.
I saw every thing waltz to and fro and lightly shake
Bottles turned ballerinas dancing slightly to the quake
I watched glass decors on the walls quiver and jolt
Scaredy me was half asleep, no wonder didn't bolt
I thought I was dreaming or imagining things
My bed and chairs converted into gentle swings.
All vials and vases
jiggled to dance a jig
The lil horrors over
So I cast humor's wig
Ah when began rattling, the knick knacks on my dresser
Was when it dawned upon me in horror
That this was really an early dawn tremor.
I phoned some friends but those early risers
Hadn't even noticed or felt those tremors
I bet they thought I was spreading false rumours
After all poets are stereotyped as fanciful philosophers.
My cell phone keypad became my panic button in a flurry
Of course I wanted all to be alerted, alarmed in worry
Nobody believed me until it was announced in our mosque
And every body was then called by muezzin to pray the signs prayers
Then every body knew the tremor was no hoax
Some patted me for being the first to notice this shaking of earthly layers
Of course I thanked God this was no major earthquake
I've heard in other places how terribly the earth can crack and shake
Who else but God could I owe my heartfelt gratitude
For this being my 2nd low power tremor in magnitude
As it measured low on the Richter scale
based on the seismic waves' amplitude
But the earth was shaken and I too was shaken
No pics of the shivering axis were taken
Todate runs down my spine such a shiver
On recalling how the mother earth did quiver
I have seen videos of earthquakes where the earth juggles things
like a salt shaker
May God protect us from such a waker and breaker