Long Scarey Poems
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We're down on our knees
Begging you please
For wanting a which way to go
Are you listening at all
Uouve forsaken our call
Oh why is your answer so slow
Chorus
Are we worthy of peace and tranquility
We need but a token from thee
We're not striving for wealth
Just the way things are dealt
Seem a little unfair don't you see
She's tired and she's weary
In truth it's just scarey
Don't know where she'll end up tomorrow
She's black and she's blue
Try'n'a think what to do
As each avenue's led her to sorrow
Chorus
He just wants a house
He'll be quiet as a mouse
You won't even know that he's there
A real fixer-upper
He'll sing for his supper
Now tell him if you think that's fair
Chorus
So if you've a plan
For this ordinary man
Then wont you just, please, let me know
I'll take a yes maybe
For me and my baby
As we wade through the sleet and the snow
Chorus to fade
the High Honor
"boulé de tout fort"
or
"le coq d'une fort"
Early chemists hoped to turn abundant lead into precious gold. But differences in proton number between the elements (82 for lead and 79 for gold) made that impossible by chemical means.Leocadio Isidro Fidencio Eulalio.(Capsicum chinense) and milk goes hand in hand.(Solanaceae), a seriously heated discussion: she compared the heat of smelting to the heat of the peppers.
Only minuscule amounts of gold: the processes are expensive! Maybe there’d be a ghost sighting. Doubtful one spoke. They hide gold here in the 1800's. People dressed up like ghost to scare people away. Even the Native's and Spanish settlers used these practices to keep people away while they were looking for the lost gold treasures. They tried to get me to think this long name was one person but I believe this is four people. Four Knumbskulls out in my garden taking my peppers and messing around with my uninspiring wife. This or should I say these jerks were talking about turning lead into gold.why did they include the peppers? We don't know. Atom Smashing at light speed. These were discussed using words to inspire. They lacked understanding to many listening.Methods of subterfuge. They used movie tactics with special effects to create a real life like erriness.
Specters meant to frighten the locals from venturing out at night. I called for pizza and they said we don't deliver there anymore. Two weeks later were that pizza man: they changed the story or they tryna fool me! I heard they tried to fool the locals by wearing those invisible cloaking gowns. The guy would be in the box trucks. They put micro phones in the rocks. They used scarey music to sound like something scary. “Applying this technology to clothing could make an individual effectively ‘invisible": said the Professor. who seemed over eagerly involved.And of course they used "the theremin". to scare the devish-meaness outta people. "I want the gold for my selfish self" we heard them agree to this! Said the Folk that were spying on these people.
She's a Rose, among the Thorns
A walking contradiction
A breathing work of art
A truthful work of fiction
An unique, uncut stone
A little bit contrary
The Rich Girl with the Gypsy Heart
The real life American Mary
Her smile can light a room
But if she offers it beware
Cos when the smile it fades
She's a tempest, dark and rare
She's sunshine every morning
A pleasure to behold
She's passion, in the heat of night
In a love, both raw and bold
If you get to hold her hand
Get to walk a ways with Mary
You'll remember her forever
In dreams, both wild and scarey
She is built to raise the soul
And every heart she touches
As sure as Hellfire burns
And each Fallen Angel blushes
She'll simmer on the surface
As a hunger burns within
And the line between society's chains
Is etched there, dark as Sin
A mind that's keen and sharp
Guides a body forged in fire
That could make a Saint a Sinner
And an Honest man a liar
So, resist the urge to, hold her hand
If it's offered unto you
The promise of the Promised Land
Is a promise she'll make true
Take an ageing fools advice
You're Damned, right from the start
She'll get to you beneath your skin
The Rich Girl with the Gypsy Heart
Listen my children and ye shall hear,
A tale to make ye quake with fear.
'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie,
Of a man who was told he had to die,
For a crime he committed in the dead of night,
And each Hallows Eve he returns to the site,
Where his body was hung on an old Oak tree.
Steer clear of the place or he'll come after thee.
He searches for them who hung him there,
'Thout proof save the voice of the golden hair.
'Twas she who belied his whereabouts,
So he searches for her within and without;
So if ye be fair with hair of gold,
He'll carry ye off where it's dark and cold.
Keep ye by the hearth on All Hallows Eve.
Now I've said my piece and be takin' my leave.
Listen my children and ye shall hear,
A tale to make ye quake with fear.
'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie,
Of a man who was told he had to die,
For a crime he committed in the dead of night,
And on each Hallow's Eve he returns to the site,
Where his body was hung on an old oak tree.
Steer clear of the place or he'll come after thee.
He searches for them who hung him there,
'Thout proof save the voice of the golden hair.
'Twas she who belied his where-abouts,
So he searches for her within and without;
So if ye be fair with hair of gold,
He'll carry ye off where it's dark and cold.
Keep ye by the hearth on All Hallow's Eve,
Now I've said my piece and be taken' my leave.
Judy Ball
On All Hallow's Eve,
They say can be seen,
A figure, alone and forlorn.
It prowls the high steppes,
Of Old Widow's Peak,
Mysterious, but meaning no harm.
The story is told,
Of two lovers of old,
Who pledged to each other they'd cleave;
But he had to sail out,
At dawning's first light,
Returning on All Hallow's Eve.
A storm came a-blowin',
And waves came a-crashin',
And soon not a thing could be seen.
He knew she's be waitin',
So without hesitation,
Headed home, no more to be seen.
Now each year on the peak,
Her vigil she keeps,
Faithful to her dying day;
And as she stands wating,
Her true love comes sailing,
Back to her arms through the grey.
Once more they're united,
Even death could not part them,
For love conquers all, this is true.
They'll play out this scene,
Forever it seems,
True love doesn't die, it continues.
So my friend never fear,
If you should come near,
And see that of which I speak.
It's two star crossed lovers,
Who come to each other,
The Specters of Old Widows Peak.
Judy Ball
All ghost stories aren't scarey.
Form:
I look at the moon
I look at the stars
I look at the sky
I wonder..why are they so high?
I gaze at the trees
I gaze at the flowers
I gaze at the soil
I wonder.. how come is it made?!
I listen to the birds singing
I listen to the sound of sea
I listen to the sound of rain
I wonder..how beautiful is that?!
I feel the blowing winds
I feel the warm sunshine
I feel the shade of the clouds
I wonder...how relaxing is that?!
I fear the volcanos
I fear the earthquakes
I fear the tsunami
I wonder..How scarey is that?!
I keep wondering,,who breaks the volcanos, who blow the winds?!
I can find one answer which is How AMAZING is God!!
Form:
It's scarey and curvey
and twisty and turny
this carnivale ride in my head
one minute up
and the next minute down
in all the confusion my soul
soul starts to drown
is it my fault
is it even real
to higher powers
i appeal
is this a storm that's
inside my head
or between the lines
a story unsaid
so often i feel
a boot made a steel
stomping and crushing me down
a teasing light
twinkeling bright
redemption hung
just out of reach
the ties that binde
hold me steady
until the day that
i am ready
to face a question
so ancient and old
could it possibley be
the one holding me back.....
is ME?
Lush sultry scents fill my nostrils
spices and exotic flowers blooms
first encounter with dark people
my, they were scarey like pirates
Armed with enormous panga's
and wickedly nasty looking knives
at almost 8 years old I shook violently
when one looked at me grinning gruesomely
I shrank back against my mother, my haven,
never had I seen such delightful sights
junk boats sailing round us, their crew
most motley, in a range of multi colors
Waving their enormous panga's at us
gold teeth gleaming, it was so scarey
I was glad to sail on to Dar-es-Salaam
many horrendous nightmares I then suffered
Little knowing that Dar was just the same
some steps I now had taken into the unknown
so many fears still lay in the future and beyond
a totally new yet dangerous world lay ahead of me
I am describing an overnight stop at Zanzibar at my young age it was a fearful very exciting experience
written 09/04/2013
contest Fragment
" For: Swear It Was The Moon Comedy Stage Play"
SCENE- Preparing- to 'Court'
Set Scene- Cell, Main character wearing one thong pacing slowly with hand
on heart periodically shaking, projected image of doll in background, recorded
voice.
"Believe and you shall succeed"
that's a famous motto.
Building up some confidence,
so I can win the lotto...
For court cases are so scarey,
am shaking in my thong.
I must prove with innocent groove,
a cell- I don't belong !
My girlfriend she must miss me,
as "drama" unaware...
She's my doll, my parasol,
blowing up my love-affair.
Really do so miss her,
can't wait to get release.
Was guaranteed my girlfriend-
love will never cease.