You have no idea
Your expression shows fear
Thoughts and sentences near
Observing your inner emotions and responses
Knowing what you are thinking
Captivation throughout
Knowing you better than yourself
Expect the unexpected
You thought it was safe
Wonder right before your eyes
You are in for a surprise
P is in your inner heart and soul
Who is the P?
The Poet of course
The force
Mysteries
Ever after
The queen of the daylight lurks likes memories.
Then is gone her silky array of words in Bangla
Disappearing fast as the blue king of the night in Hindi,
She regains her place, moves back and forward,
sits in the throne of the dappled memories in English
wheels to stalls: maladies and wellness of the world.
Words are loaded with possibilities random,
many windows holding images and conceits
touching the rainbow in the limitless blue.
The queen has many rooms to her .
Lived with shades she keeps words as her guardian sylph
protecting from the valour of Words.
Pictures of delayed morning, each day that passes
in the thesaurus of words, memories of the night unfold.
A fright filled night is Halloween
Monsters and goblins make me scream
Scary costumes, some too extreme
An evil scheme An evil scheme
Red splattered shirt from fake blood stains
No! These drops spilled from human veins
Vampire fangs caused the victim's pains
His warm blood drains His warm blood drains
Night prowlers will lead you astray
With candy treats they tempt their prey
If you see them best run away
From haunting fey From haunting fey
Witches are spiteful and cruel
Casting spells with newt and toadstool
Halloween crones who spit and drool
Beware the ghoul! Beware the ghoul!
There sleeps a monster in my heart,
I thought that I had tamed,
Perhaps I never will escape,
Because we share a name.
He holds within him darkest depths,
As violent as can be,
And yet his only fervent wish,
Is simply to be free.
I wonder how he nested here,
Or just from whence he came,
For there are times I question if,
We simply are the same.
Then gazing into mirror’s light,
My spirit knows it well,
That innocently he reflects,
The garden where we fell.
I know not what to do with him,
When he extends his hand,
Or if I have authority,
To rule him with command.
But this I know with all my heart,
The lion and the lamb,
Will love and guide me still, despite,
The monster that I am.
DANGER LURKS
My muse is somewhat brazen and always most fearless
Yet takes no heed to my countless calls, I am scared,
Wanders the empty streets of the City, quite gearless
No mask has she with her, police angry, had dared,
Them, oh my in danger, silly muse has been earless,
Faced hovering criminals, pleaded, wrote SMS, am spared!
Entering Poem Contest
Each Letter Threads The Verse
Sponsor Joseph May
2020/04/25
Cthulu lurks in the evil cabin in the words
Deep in the bayous
of Louisiana
sits an abandoned cabin
in the swamps
the cabin is inhabited
by an ancient evil creature
newly risen from the depths
of hell
He has taken over the house
deep in the impenetrable swap
he prepares to unleash
an evil upon the world
calling upon the dark demons
of hell to emerge into the light
and lead an army
of the undead zombies
to take over the world
and make the old ancient one
Cthulhu the undisputed
king of the world
evil overwhelms the cabin
in the woods
and the smell of evil
seeps out into the surrounding bayous
the end times are near
the old demon in the cabin
summons the dead
the zombie armies arise
they begin to march
out of the swamps
unleashing hell
on the sleeping world
(By GreatFaith)
My human heart fails me.
My soul is burdened with crisis.
And strong is it’s depravity,
Vengeance is longed with savagery.
They say it’s worse than this,
My human heart fails me.
The sorrow and pain exceeds thee,
And hopefulness isn't hard to miss.
And strong is it’s depravity!
Fear holds me in captivity!
My heart wants their blood to fall from a tree!
My human heart fails me.
How could I think so carelessly?
My heart says lies are bliss,
And strong is it’s depravity.
Doesn’t it know, truth is morality?
It’s feelings are valid, it insists.
My human heart fails me,
And strong is it’s depravity.
Evil lurks, not only in the shadows
It lurks in your soul
Splitting you
Separating your whole being
Pulling you limb from limb
But yeah, it’s just in your head
Don’t worry. It’s only on the inside
Wouldn’t want to burden anybody
I’ll find a hobby
Distractions always work
If only for a short while,
There is bliss.
Letting the rays of sunlight warm my face, I wondered how it would feel to be at the beach on a hot day. As I stare at the vivid pink hue of the sky, I close my eyes and let my mind drift to a kind of peace. The hours passed; everything around me was dazzling in both color and beauty. The air was frigid, as the flakes fell harder while the moon made the area almost glow. I jumped taking one step back backing away as I heard the growling sound and losing my balance. I couldn’t stop shaking, but it had nothing to do with the cold and everything due to the growl and glowing eyes.
as flakes fell harder
the moon glistened off the snow
wolf lurks in darkness
6/3/2018
HIGHER CALLING
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John G. Lawless
7/11/2015
Looking out over the ocean
the Grim Reaper lurks,
he waits in the darkness
upon his face, is a smirk.
He holds his scythe
tightly in his right hand,
getting ready for another soul
'tis something he demands.
A castle stands in the distance
beneath the light of the moon,
the Grim Reaper knows
he'll have his souls soon.
The King and Queen are dying
it will be death they greet,
the Grim Reaper laughs loudly
with their souls, he does meet.
He waits in the darkness
upon his face, is a smirk,
looking out over the ocean
the Grim Reaper lurks.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.19/2015
Danger lurks around every bend
as one travels the leafy path
peril in each step now does pend
With every move we must contend
as nature rages with her wrath
danger lurks around every bend
Passing onward through life we fend
with the odd brush we fight off death
peril in each step now does pend
Trouble everywhere we contend
pushing we travel every path
danger lurks around every bend
Battling our way through we vend
no time to stop and take a bath
peril in each step now does pend
Sometimes peace found in aftermath
as we outwit the psychopath
danger lurks around every bend
peril in each step now does pend
Vestments of yesteryear
dotage's gone vague
zeitgeist's heart
wound up clock like
ticks laboriously
errands run through
veins seasonally
in the plumbing
till they 'fall'
ah, but that's
the cultural attache'
bound by render
on the wall
ghostly meandering
through the mist
the haze
the humidity
makes the window
fog up so that what
lurks within is obscure.
What lurks outside the window?
What lurks on the other side the door
What lurks inside this stone cold room?
What lurks in this silence?
Some beast cage
With the window
To see the happiness the world brings
To watch the sun set
Unleash its havoc
Under the moons watch
To return by day break
Back to this cold room
Back to the window to watch
Scared of what lurks just the other side
What Lurks Within
Were it once a bright and honest form
Un-pestered by the flies now round it swarm
The purity be gone, though be deceptions fault
Un-blamed and yet desires could not halt
Offered such a power which man can only dream
And wore the coat, perfectly, seam to seam
Doomed to haunt and carry out the deeds
Unearth the weak and in them plant the seeds
Ease out the good that lives in every heart
Cause conscience and the senses fall apart
And with each take, his strength to reinforce
To change the destiny of human course
In plain sight, amongst us to reside
Familiar, has no need of us to hide
Innocent his face to all appears
His presence is not felt, till mind he sears
The curious be tempted, least to take a peep
That instant found new blood has he to creep
He draws you there with his, and your own sin
I beg, I beg, never dare, to see, what lurks within
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