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Elusive pursuit endeavoring to craft a great poem
I (analogous to a rolling stone)
confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera
semblance of reasonable poetic rhyme
despite modesty regarding
ably linkedin words for others to ponder
more often than not experiencing nonresponder,
nevertheless share mine writing
with folks cyberspace out yonder
or aliens occupying
beyond the pale of outer limits
amidst the twilight zone,
where dark shadows
looming near the edge of night
hint of spooky forebodings.
Without lofty literary ambitions,
more so stream
of consciousness abandonment,
yours truly rests content
to cobble, gamble, noodle... courtesy
swifty tailored stylishly harried element
mild mannered modest gent
bumbling along boulevard of
broken (po' whet) dreams intent
far less superman than Clark Kent
exercising mental cogs and wheels meant
merely to liberate momentary overconfident
zealous spontaneous inspiration,
albeit ordinarily quiescent
ex post facto concluding
equals time most salient
direct object lesson learned
lame, insipid, feeble resultant
effort generates undercurrent
aghast how rapid
(think lightspeed) went.
Yours truly his own worst critic ad aware
how avast mein kampf replete with bare
inducent to tap into latent fledgling clear
propensity to express creatively, I declare
bonafide potential to join pantheon excelsior
reserved for established authors within their
respective canon, genre, league...,
nonetheless an obvious flair
seemed evident perhaps coalesced
when in utero biological gear
yielded wiggly, ugly, scrawny,
quirky Harris heir
(sole son and second of three offspring)
an older and younger sister,
which introverted brother bullies
did constantly jeer
token scapegoat suffered
one after another kingly leer
pushing psychological state near
precipice off into dock side of moon,
who sought
(wharf far art grim reaper) to pier
without naked qualm evincing
one very bony rear
without sympathy for the devil
merely spells severely
pockmarked psyche therefore
impossible mission to set tattered self esteem
tacked toward in opposite direct where
dark shadow of doubt doth not veer
me into apathetic, horrific, pathetic...
suicidal mental state of yesteryear.
oh
come
my love
and take
a trip with
me upon a
sailing ship
we'll sail the
mighty River Nile
relax, take my hand
awhile, magical times
and spooky night tombs
historical sites and temples
where sands of desert extend
in all of these incredible regions
the reeds as they
rush by azure
waters
reflect
the
sky
Valley of the Kings, the land upon which we touch in awe
ancient Egyptian feluccas are silent on the water
stretch to try to find our one genuine drive
the need to reach out and stifle the blaze.
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Written: May 26, 2023
1St Place Contest Winner
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1220 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Sponsored by: Vanya Evangeline
I was a wayward traveler on Interstate 15 (I-15) near Mexico
Traveling at night–Creepy,spooky, eerie on US border in San Diego County
Tired and sleepy I looked for lodgings, shelter didn't know where to go
Passing motels and hotels stop at this gray and gloomy mansion bounty
Looked abandoned and lifeless looked gray and gloomy
Lot of spaces looked real roomy, traveling at night–Creepy,spooky
One Night In A Haunted Manor,
Scared but needed a place to rest so it didn't matter;
Caretaker looked like an undertaker said the manor was haunted
Nestled within sunny San Diego's “Old Town”
One of the world's most enduring haunted house legends around
Built in 1857 by Thomas Whaley Manor, the brick house occupies haunted
Gray gloomy mansion windows all boarded up AS if what was inside was too terrible to see
Looked as if someone had tried to stop something horrible from getting out ooh wee!
One Night In A Haunted Manor,
Scared but needed a place to rest so it didn't matter;
Looked abandoned and lifeless looked gray and gloomy
Lot of spaces looked real roomy, traveling at night–Creepy,spooky
A spot where Yankee Jim Robinson was publicly hanged years earlier
By a man who died there hung on a chandelier
I heard whispers of the long-dead children echoed with the sound of footsteps That were coming from nowhere I am weary nervous, upset
Red liquid substance coming from the faucet spouts
Screaming windows screeching doors shouts
1/22/19
One Night In A Haunted Manor Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Rhyme poetry form only.
elysian
adorned with faultless time-dream
bits of insight
trigger dim emotions
memory gives warmness
spooky how light needs
haziness to thrive
drew me away from
odyssey I cling to
Inner peace exists in the sky
awaken the sun
egg-yellow in tone
In the midst of
oceanic aurora with blue shells
Half bleared-eye
embraced in soul stance
of shrewdness
as though prevail
intertwined
In a vast ocean of you
forgotten rootless
cast to the verge
we each
without lacking land
Written: June 24, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
One pitch black night I was driving home and was ready for my bed
My usual route was closed for repairs so I took the minor road instead
I was just approaching the old derelict mill that was over to my right
When out of nowhere a lady appeared dressed from head to toe in white.
I tried to swerve but hit her head on and it gave me one helluva fright
Thought what was she doing alone out here in the middle of the night
I quickly jumped out of my car and dialed, nine one one on my phone
And thinking that I might have killed someone, chilled me to the bone.
But there was no sign of her and I feared she was underneath
I caught sight of my face in the cars mirror ; I'd gone white as a sheet
I quickly got down on the ground and used my phones torchlight
And I started praying to God up high that the poor lady was alright.
But she wasn't underneath the car and thought was I going insane
The wind was howling loudly now and brought with it heavy rain
I was all on edge, then got in my car and had the life scared out of me
When a loud voice said " operator here, what's your emergency"?
Something Spooky 8 to 16 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Written 5th October 2021.
that barn owl in the tree must know something,
quietly it looks, follows all night long,
looks from left, right, left.. like pendulum swing,
its ears pricked, is someone humming a song?
autumn leaves move about in the slow wind,
like wed pair in love frolicking a dance,
wind chime plays loud as the night rains rescind,
past me sails hint of jasmine, dare I glance?
wind keeps the tempo as thunder rolls on,
glass door is adorned in silver droplets,
autumn roses strewn right across the lawn,
do I hear someone with dancing anklets?
Dark was the night and eery at its best,
eyes saw nothing but knew was not alone,
to wedding of spirits, have I been guest?
mystery for me, could the owl have known?
2nd placement
Written 20/10/2023
rhyme abab 10 syllables each line
Tanya Kitchin sponsored
Spooky Halloween Rhyme, Poetry Contest
Indelible link to a bygone event,
one clutches with foolproof recall,
of cerulean cloud-ridden sky,
on that pivotal day I penned my first opus,
I strolled at a leisurely pace,
down this charming but tangled green lane,
that would later perturb the gist of my tract,
uncanny those sun-streak formations,
sinuous transient rich-coloured sequence,
each passing cloud had this mammoth offshoot,
kaleidoscope medium hue snatch,
wild spur to psychic pictorial harvest,
downward plod seemed so apt as a title,
perky whisper from cotton wool sweep,
had its dawn in thin veil mists,
I zestfully scribbled each thought,
without stick, hum and haw, tribulation,
prickly hedge, blue fly drone, rambling briar,
found their unforeseen Orphic voodoo,
fervent stanza and spiral quicksand,
spooky banshee air wail raucous thriller,
to spore shedding fern, somber ripple or dash,
tangy vapour guide rails afterglow,
drop by drop float on satin rim fleece,
and so my first plot was conceived,
at the whim of a noonday cloud
Spooky the night;
Ghosts are even contrite
Continually drifting round the hound.
Pumpkins have found
A dark body to walk them around
While monsters walk the streets.
The pounding of the brisk wind beats.
Frighten Cuckoo bird under a nightshade hood.
Red eyes hover round the woods.
Bats fly round, waking the dead.
Soil moves, while coffins slowly open,
Close, and reopen,
Disturbing the living dead,
Their shaking hands with dread.
Come now.
Come now.
There is extra room.
The witch on the broom
Is waiting for her groom
As spiders thread
A large web for their bed.
1/4/2025
Hi Ho, spooky spook fans, greetings from Hell,
and near the Halloween scene, where I dwell,
thought I should share this cautionary tale.
Just in case you're a real...squeamish beamish!
In my hovel, where I go to wallow,
I dream of satiating my hollow,
but it's hard finding things I can swallow.
I need something to munch on...that's crunchy!
The Zombie's Backyard Barbecue and Brawl,
they're serving up the finest meats that crawl,
creepy kid's bawling, in the bathroom stall.
Don't forget to wipe those tears while you're there!
Such delicate morsels of meat, so sweet,
my chompers might get something good to eat,
lest I can't wait and start chomping my feet!
Guess I better cut off my toe tag first!
Brains and legs, have really got me drooling,
and this boy didn't need any schooling,
my liver spots have festered, they're pooling!
Heard they might even serve, Agent Orange!
Yummy, my tummy is feeling crummy,
but like I said, this boy is no dummy!
So? I didn't listen to my Mummy!
Curses! That Witch never loved me anyway!
Black heart, not quite the lost art as it seems,
can't overshadow my Crispy Queen dreams,
all covered in kid-safe, caramelized creams!
Better stock up on a case of Bromo!
Well, hi Diddle Diddle, on my fiddle,
lady fingers smack dab in the middle,
of this luscious, culinary riddle!
How many bites does it take to reach bone?...One!
Everything here is good to the last fright,
unless you're looking for a real good fight!
Well then, off menu...it's crows feet all night.
Not bad, but I just choke on the feathers!
Lucky for me, there's always plenty of knuckle sandwiches to fill my belly!
Aah, that really hit the spot!
Einstein’s numbers predicted it.
Alas, this classic physicist rejected it.
Tiny, entangled particles in mutual dependence
Separated by the longest distances.
Spooky action at a distance,
We cannot grasp this miracle,
Yet, science verifies the fact.
Objects the size of Buckyballs
Can link trillions of miles apart.
This communication or teleportation
ten thousand times faster than light!
Yes, au revoir light speed,
From your limits are we freed!
Spooky action at a distance,
Engineers dream of quantum computers.
Might we also harness this quandary
To reach the outer edges of space?
Might this anomalous principle
Account for certain sky visitors,
Objects authoritatively recorded,
Abruptly perishing in our clouds?
Spooky action at a distance.