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Fear, a liar that can delude or mislead you.
It tells you that you are cursed and doomed.
Have courage to stop and look at Fear in the face!
It comes, like hooded serpents from dark holes,
with venom in their fangs ready to snap at.
Like, monsters from roaring seas
that rest on the sands
as boulders on a low - lying ledge
Or, vampires hurtling down
to suck your blood in dark
with their outgrown canine teeth
Fears are wasps swarming round,
like embers from a furnace
or scorpions with poisonous stings,
hidden in their tails.
Living with them
is like getting enclosed in a blind alley,
pacing forward and rushing backward,
seeing the gates fastened tight with iron shutters,
or being chased after,
by an elephant on rampage.
Never succumb, but defend its onslaught,
for your arch enemy sure shall
shred you to pieces if you let yourself to be subdued!
Jan. 21. 2023
~ Placed First~
Fear is a Liar Poetry Contest
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Broken Society
I identify as a spiritual entity an unknown identity blending into the background of a backwards society.
I am a universal being lurking in the shadows I am often heard yet never seen.
You will never see inside of me
The noose is tightening around my neck I am struggling to breathe.
When was this world taken over by a bunch of
corrupt, cowards, criminals, traitors, liars and thieves
We all live inside a fabricated existence weaved inside a web full of lies
How can 1 truely live.
If 1 believes he can never die
The stars across my sky’s have being etched into my eyes
I have lived 1000 lives
I have died 1000 times.
I am a universal soldier
I am the enforcer.
Society is nothing more than a heard of sheep being led to slaughter.
The monsters of the deep hidden in the depths of the holly waters.
I have an no tolerance for
Ignorance, Arrogance negligence, violence or incompetence.
Vampires drinking the blood of the innocent out of the holly grail
We are a freight about to derail
We are all products of a system that was built to fail.
Written by
Adrian Bogdal 28/9/2025
It was quite a surprise to us
when monsters came out of the night,
the beasts and bad guys of legends
who for so long gave us a fright.
We thought they lived on movie screens,
pulpy books, and local folklore,
until they came to prey on us,
and we all learned that they were much more.
The panic, at first, was intense,
folks were dying, it seemed surreal,
vampires, zombies, werewolves, ghosts,
and other such beasties were real.
They were as bad as legend said,
but we soon figured out one truth,
the ways to kill them in legend
really worked—we knew what to do.
The werewolves were the easiest,
you just bought some silver-tip rounds,
given all this country’s hunters
it took two years to gun them down.
As for ghosts, if you do not know,
ectoplasm is diffuse matter,
floating in air, it is easy prey
for the common vacuum cleaner.
Then dump it into a furnace,
and watch the ghostie burn away,
old houses everywhere were safe,
no more hauntings came into play.
Vampires could blend in the best,
of the monsters they killed the most,
UV flashlights or smeared garlic
was all it took to make them toast.
The zombies, good lord, they were slow,
and not all that hard to destroy,
army snipers would take head shots,
and attack choppers were deployed.
They’d shoot down with their miniguns,
guaranteed they’d catch zombie head,
since the undead liked to cluster,
an easy target for sprayed lead.
We even had a kaiju-type
dragged its lumbering form onshore,
just as big as a skyscraper,
a three-hundred foot carnivore.
We fired antiship missiles,
half-dozen of them did the trick,
set up some coastal air patrols
to take care of the beasts right quick.
In retrospect, it all makes sense,
after all, we are humankind,
we’ve been waring since we could walk,
countless weapons came from our mind.
We’ve killed sabertooths and smallpox,
run down real threats without pity,
killed tens of thousands in battle,
even nuked two of our cities.
What’s a werewolf compared to that?
What threat’s a vampire these days?
Those beasts should be afraid of us,
since we always find ways to slay.
Maybe we need better monsters,
a challenge for our evolved state,
something that can inspire fear,
the kind we can appreciate—
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
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Colorful glow in the dark costumes.
Witches, vampires, monster, zombies,
mummies , ghost, ghouls, pirates, fairies, and ninjas
Giggles and tickles, filling their tummies with yummies
They walk around the neighborhood knocking on doors
with shouts “Trick - or- Treat! Fill my bag I want candy.”
Darkness of twilight, shadows of moonlight, cold night.
Carved pumpkins, lite candles flickering and dancing sitting on c o n c r e t e blocks, presence of a dark spirit near casting eerie chilling, howling fear.
Haunted house, KEEP OUT sign, broken fence, harvest mouse.
Bubbling caldrons, glittering white silhouette skeletal trees.
Easterly wind perfect for a ride on a broom stick serenading
the moon and play among the stars before it starts to fade into
morning twilight. Don’t lose
your way through haunted hallow you might
stand in the absent of sound, fog hanging close to
the ground and caressing, fear will come close
This is Halloween
10/28/2016
Children Story
HALLOWEEN NIGHT
Octopus shows tentacles twisting slight.
Black widow kissed octopus holding tight.
New born unicorn
with blood washed its horn
on charcoal turquoise Halloween night.
Ghostly gibbous Moon peeps to wink wizard.
Whirling eyes owl turns neck, attacks lizard.
The green eyed black cat
chasing macro rat.
Lioness left Lion, hugged Leopard.
Blind vampires flying displaying black wings.
Kid of ghost laughs loud and merrily swings.
Vultures rushed in flocks,
fought with hook-beaked hawks.
With harsh voice wicked witty witch sings.
Giant scary swift squirrel wagging tails.
Naughty narwhals danced ringing jingle bells.
Cobra and python
ran for marathon.
Me in haunted house trembling and heart fails.
Juan Marques Lopes
Juan Marques Lopes lives in Spain,
To move one day is his only wish.
Free himself of a poor life with his wife,
For he knows he can do better than this.
One hundred years have come and gone,
since the day that he was born,
To a Shepard’s daughter on a farmers land, he was her only son.
Three decades ago he received a bite to the neck
and thought he would die from the blood loss,
For the pain to stop and to save his own life,
he said he'd sell his soul whatever the cost.
One moment of weakness and his soul was the Devils,
To do as he pleased, just to not die like this.
Freedom from death must come at a price,
For a vampires thirst craves the deadliest kiss.
Juan killed all his friends then he killed his own family,
To feed his thirst for blood and for power.
Three times a day, he must feed on their blood,
For he sold his soul to Satan, this is his last eternal hour.
(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
"The eerie hours will strike tonight,
when raging ghouls can dig and claw
on alleys dim ... all robed in black;
it’s Pumpkin fright, until the crack
of holy dawn when even they
will bring old sickles to ensnare.
Take caution not to walk outside,
where giant rats and bats invade
all corners of a darkened road,
and vampires' hissing fangs abound;
for Hallow creatures in the gloom
transform, disturbing flight of stars .
Think not to venture out this night,
but stay in safe from ghostly whips;
for all who dare to tempt the fate
will find themselves before wired graves"...
a story read from children’s books
while children grin,” let’s trick or treat!”
Halloween Contest: For Eve Roper
10/29/2016
Vacances en France
Seven hundred miles we travelled,
Across both land and sea.
Because our friends had told us,
France was lovely as could be.
Two caravans we towed there,
To a villa called ‘la Ronce’,
They’d been there, so many times,
But us, well just this once.
We arrived a little weary,
They’d a puncture on the way.
A tyre blew off their caravan,
And ripped the side away.
We stopped and then a gendarme,
Called a man to change the wheel.
Like something from a storybook,
The scene was quite unreal.
We finally reached the campsite,
And drove in through the gate.
To begin our three week holiday,
We thought, now this is great.
They put us on two pitches,
That were near a mile apart.
And placed us both in sinking sand,
I threatened to depart.
They realised I meant it,
So they gave us two good sites.
Where we were pitched together,
And could gossip through the nights.
We spent our days by swimming,
On the glorious Français coast.
By evening we were drinking wine,
To cool our daily ‘roast’.
We took along our teenage kids,
With us they did not stay.
But spent their days, with friends in bars,
And made us parents pay.
The lifestyle there so different,
From the one we had at home,
A slower pace of living,
And not pestered by the phone.
We thought we were in heaven,
As we sweltered everyday.
While watching nudists on the beach,
Where we would swim and play.
But there was ‘one little drawback’,
Just a tiny one, you see.
The site had other visitors,
That drank much more than me.
These nasty little creatures,
Had a taste for human blood.
And feasted on our bodies,
Like nought but vampires should.
Swollen up from head to toe,
And even on our bum.
We looked like we’d been rolled in thorns,
Then toasted by the sun.
Amongst our cherished memories,
When we finally left our sites.
We took home thoughts of sunny days,
While scratching insect bites!
Ivor G Davies
I was always distant.
I wasn't entirely human, I don't think I ever really had been, it was something that had driven the vampires in this castle to me, they say my eyes were dull.
and yet full of beauty and brightness while still being quite far away and hollow.
I was like that of a perfect yin and yang, alive yet dead, breathing yet no air entering.
silent yet screaming forever stuck in a cycle of death and rebirth, for one purpose alone.
often if I was looking at them, those creatures! that take my blood yet do not give in return. they say it is as if I am staring straight through them, that they were nothing more than a painting on the wall I had seen thousands of times over.
it had been centuries since I was first locked away here, I do not remember the exact time.
the sun has not once touched my skin in so long, as if in some sick way, I am becoming like them.
I do not remember what I was before, was I truly human?
or always some pawn to be used by others?
all I know is if I was to die here, I would still be in service, giving my body, soul, mind, and very essence, to the beings I once believed were fables.
forever at their very Bec and call, as if I was some puppy, listening to a master for praise, yet I never received any, for it would be weakness for them to show care for me?
no?
in forever and eternity, stuck as nothing more than a source of entertainment, and food for creatures many wouldn't believe exist.
even if I showed it to their very eyes........
Locked in the pages of a book
I find sanctuary, a quiet nook,
Where I often retreat and find
the kindest heart, the vilest mind.
Whenever I feel like getting away
From the rigors of life on any day,
I step through the portals of a book
into a fantasy world and take a look:
At the mythical realms of dragons
Fairies, nymphs, demons, gorgons,
At the dreams, adventures and magic
of life and death purpose and logic;
Folktales of love, miracles, covenants
Of knights, heroes and revenants,
Of saints, seers, demigods and mystics,
Priests, pundits, mullahs and clerics.
A vast chronicle of betrayal of trust
of reverence, innocence and lust,
Of deceit, debauchery and debacles
of witches, vampires and oracles.
Deeds of dictators, despots, czars
The chaotic world of wasteful wars,
swarming with malicious mobs,
fawners, snivelers and slimy slobs.
Be it poetry, mystery or tragedy
Racy romance, fantasy, comedy,
Oh, just give me but a book any
I will forgo a damsel’s company.
In the Library contest by Isaiah Zerbst