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Sam Adams one night
Went to bed after drinking
a bit too much rum
He found himself in a dark forest
He looked up and found
He was not alone
There were creatures
Looking at him
With evil in their eyes
They began chasing Sam
Down the dark forest path
Aliens, banshees, centraurs,demons, devils,
Leprechauns, Lions, Monsters, orcs, robots, tigers
Werewolves, Witches, warlocks, wolves, and zombies
Joined in chasing Sam
Screaming
“Death to the human”.
He jumped over a fence
Found himself stuck
In Limbo
The howling mob
Just outside the door
Next, the board clerk announced
Sam Adams walked up
Took his number
Woke up naked
In bed with a strange woman
Who turned out to be quite dead.
Sam got up
Drank coffee
And left to go to work
Just another nightmare
After drinking too much
Demon rum.
Ever around us, now they surround us.
This one evening of foul festival fuss.
dance with the ghosts
sing with our dead hosts
Toward the Styx we quickly schuss.
Ravens crawl and snakes fly,
goonies have only one good eye.
ghosts will haunt us
and goblins taunt us
Soon we’ll meet our fate by and by.
Secrets of rats and blind bats,
werewolves wild, and familiar cats.
zombies dragging through mud
kill, then drink the blood
while witches wave magic hats.
Cemeteries live with haints and shades,
psychotic killers wielding sharp blades.
no time for a stroll
time to pay the toll
Finality floats as the night fades.
Please grudge me not for what I say,
Just being father in a way!
You have grown up in loving care,
cradle days since you were stark bare!
When I reproach do understand,
I am just lending you a hand,
In life’s journey you need a guide,
I will stay with you by your side,
Please grudge me not for what I say,
Just being father in a way!
hear in secret you smoke all day,
from cigarettes, please stay away!
those street urchins may act real smart,
may teach you to blow a smoke dart,
smoke blows a big hole in your bank,
health will slowly walk a death plank,
Please grudge me not for what I say,
Just being father in a way!
Bad habits many there who teach,
Goodness for them is out of reach,
Drugs ruin so many lives yet young,
Helpless drug zombies die unsung,
to feed their habits commit sins,
theft, debauchery ugly twins!
Please grudge me not for what I say,
Just being father in a way!
Gift of god is the human voice,
Keep it polite, be with it nice,
Harsh words hurt, do not use any.
why do stinging bees serve honey?
There is a good art to survive,
Be it a social home or hive!
Please grudge me not for what I say,
Just being father in a way!
growing up can be a great joy,
glorious finds, many ahoy!
Learn life skills that build you a raft,
talents to grow, many a craft,
When big success greets you one day,
You have won and not gone astray,
Please pass on what I had to say,
Just being father in a way!
Written May 2020
We all celebrate the dead
each year with pomp and flair –
purple, orange, black, and red
streamers blow from here to there.
Time for haints and spooks and witches,
vampires, zombies, and ghouls.
Samantha laughs, then twitches
her nose, turning stones into jewels.
Ol’ Jack is laughing with evil gnarl,
his pumpkin face twisted and cold.
His voice between growl and snarl,
his face frightening and bold.
Cruella is beginning to cower,
she is no match for her twin.
Maleficent is twice the power
and confident that she will win.
The Sanderson sisters are extra chic
and searching to find their virgin.
Their success looks mighty bleak
until a young child should burgeon.
Count Drac is debonair tonight,
his search for blood his mission.
But first a kiss to seal his plight
as a first-run neck audition.
The clown with painted face
puts on a fabulous show
until he quickens his pace
and blood begins to flow.
Chucky is having a jovial time,
such voodoo magic on him imbued.
He’ll laugh and pretend and mime
as he sees his knife protrude.
Every year we have such fun
Please come in and join the fray!
And if by chance you come undone
upon your doubts and fears we’ll play!
Reasons you might be a serial killer
-all your lampshades are made from human skin
-all 3 of your chainsaws are always fully fuelled
-your wallpapers is hundreds of pictures of a rocking horse ridden by a gorilla
-you live in the basement of the asylum with all your ex therapists
Not to do with the poem but could zombies smile
Normally I would bait your breath
was craving some razor clams
eat them sitting in the elm tree
at the end of nightmare street
Misses V
Never played hockey but plenty of masks
Hand me a ball
Don’t give me no lectures
Shut it you shoop
Working to play
Slicing J ack with an axe shines amazingly
Mire mire as I take the mic
Hello from between
-you consider attempted murder is a fail
-your closets are made from skeletons
I mean how terrifying would that be a smiling zombie
-you can’t get your frozen peas in the fridge for heads
-your living room has meat hooks hanging from the ceiling
Who’s the creep in the jeep
Screamed at the ghost as it faced me
-Chuck me that doll let us be good friends
Without the why where would the s and k be
Spring may heal but who gives a jack
-your pets are buried in layers
-all your poetry starts with the word kill
-saw John he said to shut your trap
In a far away land in the pacific called home,
Group of teenagers are unaware of the doom,
We’re talking about the scary evil spirits,
Ghosts are everywhere and blood-sucking zombies.
People going inside can’t go out breathing and alive,
Witches doing their spells, it’s miracle if you can survive,
Who will help you in times of need?
If you are surrounded with bundles of talking weeds?
You have to run fast if you value your life,
Do you have sharp objects or even a knife?
Wolves with sharp fangs are ready to ravish you,
It’s an ultimate halloween night I told you so.
Just around the corners are spiders with venom,
Creepy sounds everywhere reminding you it’s full moon,
Vampires looking for victims to hypnotize,
So pray for your life if you are really wise.
September 27, 2013
In The Mood For Love Again
Insomnia comes on again
Night slows the pace of nature
The show girls hit the clubs
Hide from love
Ethereal sounds fill the air
Music comes from everywhere
On Tuesdays drinks are free
Only police can keep the peace
Drunks walk the streets like zombies in a sleep
For hours finding nothing there
Ordinary couple’s watch their children slumber
Remembering when they themselves were younger
Love would fill their waking hours
Over bridges and past the mighty towers
Vigilance and light would guide them on their walks
Eternity was always with them in their secret talks
As they found their favorite bar
Geared up to party near and far
And give the night a chance to find romance
Intrinsic in loves eternal dance
Night clubs fill in that void to love again once more
5/16/14 Acrostic -In the mood for love again contest
Breathlessly chased in this wild farmland,
Your daggers are sharpest in this entire land
It took few minutes for you to catch me,
Stripped my clothes and tie my feet on the tree
Walked in to me with your shrill knife,
You slit my weak neck and blood was just rife
See you smile walking in the burning grill,
Put spices on my body to make me so thrill
Deliciously painful when I was on fire,
Preparing those dishes while watching at mire
Calling your friends for a festive affair,
Zombies were eating my flesh of despair
This death is deliciously tasty!
Can’t even talk or say that this is nasty!
Eat me until the last of my flesh
This grilled chicken is so bounty fresh
They spoke of Dragons, Werewolves,
Zombies, Vampires, so much more
Unaware of the gathering danger
Assembling down there on the floor.
At The At Writers weekly gathering
An association of comfort and support
Where they’d read crime, fantasy, poetry
After the chair had given her report.
Dimensional Anomalies had aligned
Sliding into a rare position of reach
And the Lord Commander ceremonially
Had Effected a temporary breach.
To enable the quick entry of his
Assembled invading combat fleet
Until their entry had been blocked
By one writers shuffling of his feet.
The contact was deftly closed as
The invaders quickly withdrew
Embarrassed at their lack of
Planning so none of them knew
They were invading a world of giants
Each many times their own size
And the shuffling foot had caused
Half the invading fleets sad demise..
It was recorded in their annals
As a brave but tragic defeat
Their Invasion having been foiled
By a pair of restless giants feet.
The Writer At Meeting adjourned
Not a member having been aware
Of the danger that Nearly Was
On the floor beneath a readers chair.
The dimensions drifted apart
Becoming quickly beyond reach
Neither showing any sign that
There’d ever been any breach.
At Writers had departed
With arrangements being made
To assemble at Planet Coffee to
Continue the practice of their trade.
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Immortality in a physical world
Will be definitely hard ‘though impossible
It’s only on movies as fantasy unfurls
Such as war robots or zombies in curse
Or scary ghost where our breath gets hold.
Immortality in a physical world
Will surely be an everlasting anguish
Getting older or weaker…death be our wish
Forever young makes us probably childish
Unimaginable earth’s life, I think it would.
But if I were immortal in this world
I would be at war zones, a brave soldier
Catching bombs and missiles to save people
Draining enemies’ armory, so simple
Like terminator movies where strengths unfold.
But there’s no other immortality in this world
Than God’s words feeding eternally our soul
If we live in God’s words, listen and obey His call
We’ll inherit Heaven's Kingdom, His immortality is whole
For our eternal life is only in Jesus, our Savior-Lord.
May 1,2022 9.03am
Ecclessiates 12:7
And the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it
If I Were Immortal
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