Long Poltergeists Poems

I.	  The Settlement

          Hickory bark bluffs
          at the blend of two 
    ...

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It is the magic held within the darkness, the whispering of the night winds,
Echoing through haunted graveyards, cast are thus ancient spells, illuminated
Beneath the harvest full moon, in this eerie landscape the underworld is 
Released,...

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Between the craziness of politics and art my mind wanders
looking to find peace, 
but between the beauty of art and the craziness of this president
I die

But it improves my art
although it thrusts me between dark...

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14. You live in a laboratory; you can only create what can't survive in this air.

15. If your blood was pixelated and green, you'd probably be dead already.

16. They know you by your talents of...

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Written: October 10, 2023   
Night Bewitches                            ...

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West Saint John has many ghosts,
As many ghosts as people.
They move in mist where shadows twist,
And scrutinize church steeples.

Martello Tower proudly sits
Upon the Carleton Heights.
A cavalcade of ghosts parade
Like Moses' Israelites.

Basil Hamilton will swear:
"There's no...

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I've chased dragons of destruction ever since I was a child
Turning meekness to a monster
Turning weakness into wild
Mild mannered turning viscous like a two gun fisted gangster
Laughing like a lunatic at those poltergeists and pranksters
Innocence...

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Written: October 19, 2023, For Tania Kitchen Spooky Halloween Contest

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Hope is...

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A rustle here,
A rattle there,
A furtive footstep faintly falling on the stair,
And there's nobody rocking in that rocking chair.
Strange things are happening!

An eerie creak,
My knees go weak,
I fear that poltergeists are here and playing hide-and-seek,
And...

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Catha’s hair glistened in the Celtic way
Druids would have worshipped her
A sprinkle of cinnamon on her arms
Her face pixie-like and heart shaped
People fell in love with her
Scottish, Irish and Druids claimed her

We were five when...

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My poems are ghost-written.
I scarcely identify the visitants
Mingling with heedless shadows.

Poltergeists outfit my words.
Though we converse,
I hardly know them,
And seldom fathom
Their prophecies.

My poems hemorrhage
In convulsive madness
Like the speaker in tongues,
Unleashing foreboding fragments,
That I might discern...

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People I had come to known.
Now, only ghosts reminding me that my days are spent alone.
Staying inside a room so lonesome.
No one I know, is ever coming home.
Tell me what I did to recieve this...

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Among the systematic layout
Atop mirrored polished floors
That reflects the study of light,
Sharply angled shelves shadow symmetry
Like waves of open walls.

Spangled with books from scholars
Writers and dreamers
Labeled and categorized
Stacked upon the aisles of dialogue
Lying like little...

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Closet doors seeking more 
Forever closing their sleeping eyes
The cat crawls out from under the floor
Caked on dirt and mildewed scars
Apparitions running free
Poltergeists lynching onto me
Friends and enemies coming together
But who really knows the difference
Serial...

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Spring buds
Bursting
Like popcorn stuck on sticks
Raising my perspective to
Gallivant
In knee-high tickle grass
Nested
In the strew of stony rocks
Festooned
With sphagnum and lichen
Frothed with droplets
Of glistening crystal lather
Moored in glade and rill
Plundered in claggy stodge
Boggy green and juicy...

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There are those who think the spirits of loved ones departed
Have moved on to their heavenly reward,
And there are those who think they'd like to, but "cain't"
Because they still need to finish something they have...

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Cross the river Charles
Steady stream of steam the bogs envelop 
Sweaty air resists your passage
Drift to town a short distance down

Woolly summer wonder wrought
All move and sing at once
A billow from his pipe
His bellow calls...

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The elves are fighting over the Christmas bell again.
It is fragile and ringing, underneath my fat chin.
I will wish you a merry Christmas, my darling friend.
Before I clobber those elves. Will that damned ringing end?
Oh,...

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