Long Wolfman Poems
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after my mother said good night
she closed the door and turned out the light.
perhaps by chance she didn't know the fright
that awaited me as she closed the door.
as it is this night and every night
i need light more.
to scare away monsters behind my closet door.
what that monster is i have yet to see.
but from movies snd scary stories i guess what it
could be.
Wolfman, Frankinstien, or Vampire all
or Wicked Witch, ghostly ghoul to call.
the undead Zombie scratching the walls.
all i need is a little light, thats all!
i cannot crack the curtans,
i'm afraid of what i'll see.
and in my mind i wonder why, oh why
my mother won't believe me.
when i say that there are monsters
and one day that they will get me?
Yesterday, I did two things simultaneously (a red-letter day for me). I laughed at a comment from our poet, Gershon Wolf, whom we know for his sly wit and wisdom, and listened to a recording of the traditional folk ballad, Sovay, by the band Pentangle, popular in the 60's and 70's. This poem was written to that melody, but today when I read it, I'm using the melody of the Irish folk song, the Doffing Mistress. Hmm, I should add a chorus...
I looked at my inbox today,
just to see what folks might say,
and I saw, to my glad surprise,
my poem was seen by the wolfman's eyes.
Wolfy, right fol ra, Wolfy, right fol ree
Who is this wolfman? I must know -
he who leaves such a happy glow.
His observations, fun and games,
are always signed under comical names.
Wolfy, right fol ra, Wolfy, right fol ree
One thing that's plain to see,
on politics, we won't always agree,
but he reminds me all the while,
it's important to keep a smile.
Wolfy, right fol ra, Wolfy, right fol ree
Do you also check your inbox
for words from that crafty wolf or fox,
or look to see if it contains
jokes from the man of a thousand names?
Wolfy, right fol ra, Wolfy, right fol ree
The old concoction, over a century ago since it was first brewed. It transformed a man into a blood-thirsty wolf-beast. Killed those that it hunted, and haunted by killers, like that of Bruce Willis. The melee ritual continued bestilled, assisted by the moneyless workers who buried his victims in overnight cemeteries. Before the turn of the century, he has begotten an heir sharing the sinister trait. The continuity worsened as a few bitten, also carried the wolf trait. One affected Daddy Dearest and the calamity befelled his family. An overly protective mother shields her crying daughter. The daughter asks her, "What's wrong with daddy?" She tells her that her daddy is infected because he was bitten by a wild beast. So for a long while they are living in fear of constant exterior attacks by Daddy the Wolfman. In the final carnage they both died. She willed her daughter's care with a family member. He hears her laughing heartedly downstairs. He stops mid-flight and sees the girl twirling and being spun around in the air. He smiles with a tear of joy.
It was the eve of Halloween,
In a mansion on Haunted Hills.
The yearly gathering of Ghouls,
For poker and a couple of chills.
The Mummy was first to arrive,
Then the Wolfman and Frankenstein.
All were guests of Count Dracula,
Who offered each a glass of wine.
They all sat down at the table,
A game of stud poker began.
The Count drew a large flush,
But the Mummy had a better hand.
The leader after a few hours,
Was the Wolfman in leotards.
Frankenstein was in a rage,
Cause he was drawing lousy cards.
He stood and kicked back his chair,
And threw the table across the room.
Just as they were about to fight,
In came the Witch on a her broom.
Said, "You boys are acting crazy,
So let me help you understand."
"All your money just left the room,
In the hands of The Invisible Man."
I wore my leather jacket for the midnight crawl;
Howled a sonnet at the rising moon.
In a comedy of errors, let the engine stall;
Told my baby she’d be rescued soon.
I’m gonna rock like Romeo; roll your bones.
Gonna rock and roll with literary overtones.
I took an upstage lead with my soliloquy,
Emoting bold intentions, hand in glove,
Seducing her to be, or maybe not to be,
With soft iambic cadences of love.
I’m gonna rock like Hamlet; roll like old King Lear.
Gonna rock you as you like it then I’ll chug a beer.
I went about love’s labors with midsummer’s nerve;
Pledged sweet nothings without much ado.
Traced the upswept contour of her cashmere curve;
Went downstairs to tame her naughty shrew.
I’m gonna rock like Falstaff when the Wolfman howls,
His Elizabethan accent full of shifting vowels.
I’m gonna be the rebel at the high school dance;
Treat the merry wives of Windsor to a group romance.
You've got your head in the clouds
While back down here on the ground
Nor'easter descended your way
Now blind and lost in the crowd
Because your mind is endowed
With flurries that won't go away
Chorus:
So, now you're hellbound
Got lost cuz you found
A reason to hide from the day
And when the wind blows
And it powders your nose
I guess there's not much left to say
Second verse:
Sky-high with stars in his eyes
The full moon soon on the rise
The Wolfman has come out to play
All night he sharpens his claws
But, in the morning he crawls
And hides from his life turning gray
Second chorus:
So, now he's hellbound
Got lost cuz he found
A reason to hide from the day
And when the wind blows
It still powders his nose
I guess there's not much left to say
It was the night of the full moon when he would go a-hunting.
He was not always seeking prey but he was hunting something.
There was a glade deep in the wood with a lovely little pond,
And she would come when it was dark and of her he'd grown quite fond.
They each came often to this place, t'was here that he first saw her.
Her eyes, her hair, her glowing skin, she was a thing of wonder.
She stood in the silver moonlight, the moonbeams on her hair.
She sat by the edge of the water, so delicate and fair.
Why was he drawn to her this way, he longed to be her lover;
But she was human was she not, she pulled him like no other.
He watched her hidden by the leaves longing to be by her side.
But he could never let her know, she'd never be his bride.
She stood and looked up at the moon, then she dropped her gown.
She turned and looked straight at him, and dropped down to the ground.
She shimmered in the moonlight, the change in her was quick.
Did his mind deceive him, his eyes perhaps play tricks?
There before him stood his queen, all silver/grey and shining.
A she-wolf like he'd never seen and she had sensed his pining.
Now he rushed toward her, he'd found at last his mate.
No longer would he hunt alone for this was kismet, fate.
The time at the chime is half past a dime
Welcome to the Wolfman Jack Show
We play the golden oldies and even some mouldies
We'll spin the monster mash into trash -- now that's a smash
Heh, heh, boys and girls: Tonight we've got a star-studded cast
Buddy Holly, Jerry LEE Lewis, Little R-r-r-r-r-r-r-Richard, and last
Put your palms together for, you guessed it, the Pick of the Pack
The Cream of the Crop, Numero Uno and rising higher all the time --
Ha, ha! One-eyed, One-horned Flyin' Purple People-Eater!
Y E A H !
June 29, 2020
STRAND completely new (3) any theme Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Nightfall was here,
The reward for his habitual labor was well on its way,
Storming through borders,
Invading backwards cities,
Collecting pieces and parts,
Digesting human heart.
Suddenly his hot lit eyes,
Spotted an unusual sight,
Her reflection off the quiet lake,
Stifled his appetite,
His nostrils flared exposing smoke,
For autumn’s chill consumed his cloak,
He swept across the trees,
Causing her to feel an abrupt breeze,
She looked around, but noone was there
She knew a presence had snuck a stare,
She continued on her way,
Then felt compelled to pray,
Asking God to bring to her,
A man that would love her so,
Vocalizing that she didn’t care,
If his looks were hard for others to bear,
As long as he could truly love,
And appreciate her like his dove.
She would be grateful,
For her heart wasn’t capable of being hateful,
She prayed the rest of her way,
While this man of the night
Listened intently to every word she did say,
And when she got to her humble little home
She went to bed all alone,
Now the time was half past two,
This beast did not know what to do,
For his night had now become defeated,
For her words had made his will depleted,
He began to weep,
His wounds were deep,
Nevertheless, all that came out were howls,
He became an animal in love that could only let out growls,
The anguish of this tragic story,
He yearned to be held by all her glory,
He proceeded to watch her while she slept in peace,
She was an angel, he was a beast
Then around 6 am
This beauty woke to start again,
When she walked outside,
Her face went white and her eyes grew wide,
Her little house had foot prints all around,
Shaped like hearts but marks from a hound,
A message from a tormented slave,
Someone not even her love could save.
By:Sabina Nicole
Contest: wolfman in love
10-8-11
In my fantasies I wolf down all my food
'Course that way it doesn't taste too good
I also stand on a hill and howl at the moon
Then again, those nights can't end too soon...
In my dreams I torment the three little pigs
Yet I can never blow down the third one's digs
And every time I try to fool Little Red Riding Hood
I wind up thrown out of my house, and into the woods...
My greatest wish was always to have been Wolfman Jack
But back then it was courage I undoubtedly lacked
Yet now that I'm brave enough to publicly yelp 'woof, woof'
I'm content just to be myself -- simple, plain Gershon Wolf!
January 05, 2019
Entry in "If I Had a Secret Life" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger