Long Scare Poems
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"I come to the gar~den...alone...
While the dew is still...on the...roses.."
...did that rose just move???
"And the voice I hear...
.....WHAT was that???
~gulp~
"Whose there?
Now I know you're there
I don't easily scare
Jesus is here...well...at least he's near"
Listen to yourself, girl
You are crazy, here in your secret place
Where nothing or no one can be
It's your uniquely designed, secluded space
Where was I?
Now I'm not in the mood
There's the gate, my reliant escape
Out of my truth, into his grace
Why won't the gate open
I can't get out...let me out
Finally, a voice speaks
And stills the fear, threatening to...what!?!
He said, "Peace little one
I have you now, in the grain of your cross
Your fear is great as I behold your naked soul
You believe I can give you any gift, but never make you whole
You believe I will provide, but never keep you safe
You believe you are trapped inside your very own gate
What is your truth, my love
What is your consuming fear"
My mind searched deep and wide
As I trembled in LOVE's presence
It floated up and out
"You are nothing more of less, than nature's peasant"
"Ah, yes...you have no value, unlovable to the core
Yet here your LOVE stands, desiring to know you more"
He drew near to me and whispered,
"May I enter into your scars
You will have to trust LOVE
To understand who and where you are."
Although I agreed, the fight was fierce
It took years for HIM to strip me bare
But nothing could prepare me for the rage
When HE entered ....THERE
Like a howl in the darkest night
My soul uttered out a thick, black cry
The deliverance of the wicked
That part of grief that had to die
.....lain upon the wooden altar
While I smelled burning flesh
And heard the popping of the fire
He grew brighter and lovelier
As I allowed the Cross to receive my desire
.....I am naked before HIM, and unashamed
...........my naked has been named
........................FORGIVEN
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-24-2018
Strong as stone, monotone, tremendous woman;
Muscles of steel, well veneered bulk stature, ( You go girl)
Keeper of a strong will in a race runs faster
She’s a lot, don’t need a man;
Big as an amazon, she ain’t no louse;
She’s full grown, and as her story told ain’t fraid of no mouse
Nor scared of no living or dead man cuz ya see she’s a brick house
She standing on the cliff, faced in a haystack where the needles at
Her voice is in the cloud, conversations from the black-berry
She can lick any man in hand to hand combat, she ain’t no louse, she’s a brick house;
7/30/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
I'm in the house all alone.
(She is no where near alone in this house.)
I hear the ringing of the phone.
(And believe me its not just a mere mouse.)
I answer, but oddly there is no one there.
(Not even a dial tone, will she hear on the line.)
I think this is more than the average scare.
(When this is over, not even her body, they'll find.)
I hang up and turn around, eyes open wide.
(My decaying corpse I shall let her see.)
I realize suddenly I'm trapped inside.
(Tell whomever you want, but no one will believe.)
Even though I'm locked inside, I still try to flee.
(I slam the door, there is no escape here!)
Oh why, oh why won't this ghost let me free?
(Oh how I love the smell of her fear!)
Oh Lord I wish I could take back that night.
(She should never have been drinking.)
When I ran her down in drunken delight.
(What was wrong with her, what was she thinking?)
I got out of the car to see what I had hit.
(I lay on the road a crumpled heap.)
In my stupor I pick her up to take her to a fresh dug pit.
(She throws me carelessly in the back of her Jeep.)
I now see for the wrong I've done I MUST make amend.
(Breathing hard with sweat beading on her forehead.)
I grab my chest as my life suddenly comes to an end.
(Eye for an eye we're even now that she too, is dead.)
For the duos, thanks for John Loving for tapping Sandra Hudson & Sami Al-Khahili, You both
are next!
I am weary of reading and listening to people
using their pen to cripple. Bringing pain and suffering to others.
I ask, what are their goal; to scare their brothers and sisters?
Is it to catch a spark and lit the fire?
Contain the fire, flammable words are dangerous.
Pretending to be pure an innocent, but a viper they are,
behind mask they hide. In the absence of those
to defend themselves, they sneer and chide.
Those that listen to them, they're credulous favor to listen,
to their deliberately giving false statements,
they instead of being careful,
to insist of reading sound validation.
No elixir or spell can cure the damage they've done
only depends on first loving themselves.
Judgmental People and Haters Back Off.
Stop and surrender your brawling.
Those that listen say, "Nay!"
Back off!
No more!
Stay away!
10/28/2020
Judged By A Jury Of Your Peers Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Koplin
Dear Diary words
When I first started being a Poet, I always wondered how my words sound?
Was I meant to be a Poet?
Do I have the need and purpose to write?
It was a life learning situation
Finding my own observation
The courage within
Determined then
Knowing writing wasn’t a sin
Inspiration always in doing words transform
That’s the norm
It took a little longer from the very beginning
I thought I would never compose in transcribe
I was scare beyond compare
As a Poet, one must measure individually up
Through strength from my Grandfather’s wisdom
I became the Poet you see today
Improved ways
Being a Poet ok
Diary reminder, “A Poet who can, there’s a shall.
There was a time in yesteryear
When I had lived alone,
I had come across a certain fear
Of things that dwell below
My mind kept leaping back inside
The dark holes of the unknown
Till one night I felt cruel eyes
Burning into my own
I hadn’t welcomed it I swear!
—please do not get me wrong
I couldn’t remain, I wouldn’t dare
Stay there for too long
I fled towards my bathroom,
As if that would scare it away!
I’d lose it, I assumed
As long as I didn’t stay
For a full hour I sat there
On the toilet seat
Sitting in the darkness where
I stared at my cold feet
Finally, standing, I opened up the door
I heard the screech of the hinge,
That creak and nothing more…
But still, it made me cringe
Each night I felt the eyes upon me
Fixedly, more and more
But one dark, cold night I suddenly saw
A figure at my bedroom door
My eyes couldn’t leave the sight
Of the insidious, insisting guest
My heart thumped drastically in fright
As you probably would have guessed
It stood there upon the blemished floor
Watching me in my bed
Its body leaned against my door
Tilting and jerking its head
I screamed and clutched onto my covers
Stabbing to stay my heart
Trying to reach the telephone for others
But it was just too far!
I looked out of my window
Watching the rain patter against the sill
I was trying to distract my terrified woe
That haunted me against my will
I must have been losing my mind
But one night I felt braver and sane,
Trying to be courteous and kind,
Though scared I asked, “What is your name?”
The atmosphere grew darker within the room
I thought that I would die of fright
“My name is Tsustaroth,” it said
“And I am kissing you goodnight”
In horror I saw it moving towards me
My blankets flew away
Its fiendish look of reptile beast
Was zooming towards my face!
I moved to the corner of the room
And it turned its head towards me
I felt the burning of terror and doom
Revel inside of me
Then I saw it disappear
Into the dusty floors
But thrashing footsteps I could still hear
Closer and closer…thumping on the floorboards
As soon as it had left the scene
I felt the earth beneath my skin
I felt so alive, so eerily keen
I felt the darkness lurking within
“And every night, yes every while,
I’ll visit you at your door,”
As he spoke I felt myself hysterically smile!
“ And we won’t be lonely anymore…”
She's thwarted his advances for bluer skies
cat chasing her tail
to poking at nothing there
why is this such a fail
retrieving her blank stare
he tries again, his paws
grasping thin air
his teeth into her jaw
for answers to her impair
he scowls, then paces to scare
purring none the less
as his eyes scream and glare
at her mandates digress
come on what's up with you
he would say if he were a man
did you forget the screws
that drill holes into your playpen
hot under the collar he yells
get yourself ready, he stews
under hell bells
I'm taking you without further ado
she looks back at him and laughs
as a she sees a molly walk by
laying the wood into her chaff
sorry females are my bluer skies
connie pachecho
1/5/17
...And those who scream,”No gun! No knife!
Not even if to defend my life!”
Care they so little for being human
that they won’t even stand up to defend
the greatest gift bestowed by this universe?
It strikes me as incredibly perverse.
The whole of you, every thought and care,
uour hopes, your heart, your soul, your flair,
the big and small things that define us
these folks would throw it allunder the bus.
Thinking that it’s some kind of moral high
to just stand there and let themselves die…
It’s nonsense, sophistry, it's vile rot!
You’ve a duty to protect what you’ve got,
To say that your life is worth everything,
That you’re sovereign and strong, no mere weakling,
That your time here is worth any price,
and all who’d take it had better think twice,
By your own hand they may meet their end,
you will not be taken from family and friends.
And those who would not make this hard choice,
Do they really value this life they’ve enjoyed
if they are not willing, when the hour’s late,
to save themselves from murderous hate?
So if they’re not crazy, or criminal scum,
I believe that an adult has to own a gun.
Don’t forget your children, your husband, your wife,
the things that a person values beyond life.
Have you not a duty to protect all of them?
How will you do that if you have no defense?
You can call the police and hope they arrive,
but it only takes moments for someone to die.
If we really love them, do we have to right
to pretend that true evil will never drop by?
If we are their parents, the protectors of youth,
should we not be ready for what we must do?
If they drag away your daughter with carnal intent
will you still feel ‘beyond’ the Second Amendment?
I don’t think you will, I think all the P.C.
will crumble as you fall down to your knees,
gnashing teeth and wailing at what you have lost,
knowing that failure bears such a great cost.
It’s all on our shoulders in this veil of tears,
we’re the first line against adult fears,
we carry the burden of our life and theirs,
we stare into darkness and try not scare.
So if they’re not crazy, or criminal scum,
I believe every adult should own a gun.
You lead the park but scare no sheep,
An ewe went astray while you sleep,
Why weren't you on call round the clock?
To care for and protect the flock.
Your meow is just too soft a bleep,
No shepherd rules you could just keep.
How will you keep away the fox?
When your greed desires too the cocks.
The sadness you caused is too deep,
I will have to sell you off cheap.
You made my farm be on the rocks,
Sorrow is what you have in stocks.
You are proud to be a blacksheep,
Your joy is to see others weep.
At your foolishness, the dogs mock,
Who will wake me up from this shock?
He breaks my heart
One day he showed up at my door.
Then for awhile he didn't no more.
Then one day he come back around.
But you just can't make up lost ground.
I heard he got some girl in trouble.
Then said bartender, make it a double.
Trying to find his way back out.
Knowing fair well that there's no doubt.
He just didn't know how he would share her.
His angered fear started to scare her.
She called for help, he went away.
And now he's come back here to stay.
I've never known a more lonesome soul.
He just seemed to crawl back in a hole.
A place to stay until he dies.
Not knowing there's someone for him that cries.
Day in day out he's all alone.
Sometimes I swear I hear him moan.
I pray that he'll make a new start.
But, until then he breaks my heart.