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TOMBSTONE MANOR

A place of peace and calm
Miles upon miles of graves sites
Memorials telling their life stories
Souls lifted up to glory
Lived in the flesh 
Endless rest
Sleep on in your years
You lived to preserver
Their tomorrows arrived
Now they slumber
Days, years and nights numbered
Their names gathered
Eternity mount
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
The Sun rises casting shadows over each tombstone
Smiles seen through their spirit
No longer mortals
Chosen ones
Time schedule
Heaven Hotel had their roams ready
Heaven was waiting holding steady
Observation lives Earth
Surrounding their birth
No more worries, pain nor sickness
Tombstone Manor
Strangers to each other
A community of its own.

Cornerstone Manor

To care for her, quickly,
Attend, instantly;
This husband-like heart,
Wants her near:

A hug in my arms,
Is here, urgently;
This custom, of love,
I would share –

The Manor

Five chimney pots standing proud 
on victorian tiles and darkened
shroud of stone, it stands alone. 

Bleak and raven tarnish grown
in age and time, its beauty faded, 
stout yet jaded. 

Resolute, it does remain a formidable and 
gloomy garnished stain
on an urban nest of semi chain. 

How neglected you have been
when once a queen!
Standing in your kingdom green. 

Guarded by trees and nectar, 
blossom breeze through high grass 
and the silent murmur of summer sneeze.

Respected, calm and free. 
I see and etch your memory made.
Whilst others simply fade away.

Manor

Eve outlines the curves of an old  terrain,
where antique bottles in their moonlit sheen
reflect pillars’ glow…now mildly unseen
from vintage halls of paling, roughened  grain:
All through this vine-clad manor’s dusky shade
poses outside  its  elegant  fig tree--
Which attests to  a once- royal marquee
this landmark, our own hometown’s proud arcade.


Written 9/7/2019
Free Verse Or Rhyme Contest of  Eve Roper
Picture # 3

The Husbandman

it's a story about a henpeckked husband
that catered and spoiled
his wife.
one day he fixed her beef tougue and cabbage soup
her friend was in attendance
so she smiled and became mean and uncaring
and cursed him.
day's later when he mustered up the courage to
speak to her, her cornered him
and cursed him in the corner
not allowing him to leave.
silently he would never complain or mention
it to his friends.
one day a gentlemen in the market asked
him why does he shop
so much.
he told him, I shop to feed my family.
oh, the gentlemen said you have a family,
yes he said, a wife and twelve children.
the gentlemen looked at him strangely, for a while.
do you live near twelvestone manor, the husband said why yes I do.
oh, the gentlemen said: you're that  that chick beats up
cause you wouldn't stop getting her pregant!

The Haunted Manor House

Few tears were shed when news arrived
that Lord Trevelyan had died.
One solitary wreath was laid
as shallow, feigned respects were paid.

Remote and sullen, he'd disdained
each hand of friendship, and remained
throughout his life a bitter soul
with whom no person could condole.

His lavish mansion towered still
above the village, on the hill
where shadows stalked, in pale moonlight,
all signs of life within their sight.

And curious to see inside
the house whose doors had been denied,
the villagers set forth with haste
unconscious of the doom they faced.

As ghostly clouds went scudding by
a vixen screamed its eldritch cry.
Then one by one they reached the hall:
The door slammed fast once and for all.

They stood transfixed as terror reigned
And piercing cries rang unrestrained.
No soul would dare set foot again
on Lord Trevelyan's domain.

23/01/19


'One Night In A Haunted Manor Poetry Contest' 
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

The Haunted Manor

My car was stalled, it was late;
the storm it seemed, would not abate.
On the hill, an abandoned manor,
beckoned me in Victorian manner.

No one answered when I knocked,
but, I found the door unlocked.
Inside, no sound but a ticking clock;
it sported a spider-web frock.

It became clear, no one lived there;
if I stayed the night, no matter.
I’d call for help in the morning;
what was that sound, someone moaning?

The place was empty, I had checked;
but now I jumped swiftly erect.
Footsteps heard upon the stairs;
a real Medusa was standing there!

Out I fled, straight to my car;
thank heaven that it wasn’t far.
Imagine my relief when,
it started after I got in.


For: One Night In A Haunted Manor Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

Haunted Manor

We left the city that was sunny and bright,
At this haunted house and it now seems like night,
Looking at this mysterious home,
Suddenly we don't feel so all alone.

I reached for the front door handle when,
It opened by itself, must have been the wind,
We walked in and had to shake off a chill,
Trying to concentrate on this new thrill.

It was not long before the terror started,
Knocks, slaps and scratches from the departed,
Who despised all the humans they could see,
Giving evil thoughts about my friends to me.

Suddenly I'm chasing them through the house,
Trying to axe my best friend and his spouse,
I don't care if we ever leave,
No need to cry, no need to grieve.

They'll find my friend in the library wall,
And his wretched wife is in the attic above the hall,
I'm in the pantry under the shelf,
Where I finally hung myself.

I'm looking out the window waiting to see,
Who the next victims will be,
And welcome them to this haunted home,
Where they will stay forever and never be alone.

One Night in a Haunted Manor Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
1/18/19

The Manor House

As the pregnant moon begins to rise, 
one can hear the mournful cries

And when the spirts start their prowl
rabid  wolves began to howl

From the manor house upon the hill,
you can hear the mournful shrill
from the souls who dwell inside,
who were killed and tossed aside

Some phantoms have been seen,
and as the moon lights up the scene
one can hear the groans and cries,
as if these sounds were demonize

A priest went there to investigate, 
but no one knows his fate

Perhaps he too is now a ghost,
and has become the spirt’s host

Stay away from that place they say,
or you will never see another day
for the ancient manor on that hill,
sits there waiting for another kill

One Night Cut Short In a Haunted Manor

My car ran out of gas. I found myself
alone and walking down an unknown road.
I looked to find a house where I might stop
to call someone and then get my car towed.

The first house I could find was very big.
It was a manor, but it was so old.
Although it looked run down, I saw a light,
and wanting help, I needed to be bold.

I went up to the door. I knocked and knocked.
Was no one home? But what about that light?
I turned the knob. The door had not been locked!
I pushed my way in with a little fright.

I called out, “Is there anybody home?”
A voice then said to me, “I’ll be your host.
Come sit and chat. There’s just one little thing.
You cannot see me, for I am a ghost!”

I saw nobody there, but my skin crawled
because the voice I could distinctly hear
was masculine . I felt as if someone
were right there whispering into my ear!

I turned around and sped right out of there.
No other house I saw. I got no tow.
Ten miles to town I ran, and you can bet
the speed I ran was anything but slow!

Jan. 15, 3019 for Tania Kitchin's One Night In a Haunted Manor Contest

Haunted House - For One Night In a Haunted Manor

Haunted House

No mist, no moon, no creepy room
No broken pane, no wicker broom
No portrait eyes that seem to move
No finger nails scratching a groove
No spider dangling on a strand
No creeping of a severed hand
No butler with an evil stare
No creaking door, no flying chair
No howling from the fireplace
No spectral phantom saying grace
No rusty hinge, no creaking stair
No hatchet sunk in blood soaked hair
No guests, no staff, no passers by
No copper with a gouged out eye
No heroine to be bereft
No one to eat...

...No one left!

Mushroom Manor

Mushroom Manor, dark and foreboding, shimmering in the breeze
Silhouetted on the hillside through the dark gnarled bleak trees
She seemed to whisper, come, come, enter me, we shall be as one
Then the thick swirling fog descended and Mushroom Manor had gone
As the fog lifted, she reappeared, trapping and surrounding me as though I was her possession
Invading me as though I was her new found groom and she did not want to let go, an obsession
From inside, her windows and doors were not there, they had disappeared into walls of cold brick
Then the fog descended once more and enveloped her, stealing her along with me, I felt sick
I awoke in a sweat and thanked the lord for the windows and door, I did not sleep that night any more

3/01/2019

Giraffe Manor

If you're looking for a UNIQUE getaway, now don't laugh
In Nairobi, Kenya, there's a hotel where you can feed giraffes
Through your second floor window
No, I'm not some kind of weirdo
These gentle giants wait to be fed and pose for photographs

Lakelands Manor

Ships at bay come and go every day and every night at Lakeland Manor and sailors are welcome to stay but only if they are brave...It is a beautiful castle but like they say you can't judge a book by its cover oh no 'cuz this place has many demons since many centuries from another and the mystery outnumbered...Lady in the garden, weeping as if in mourning, Faint voices whispering, Rocking chairs a rocking, Piano playing, Doors opening and closing all by themselves. It is not somewhere you'd want to be all by yourself...Oh and I did catch the glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye, The slightest trace of perfume in a cold spot passing by...Well I get the feeling inside I am being watched and it makes my hair stand on end I am a believer now if I never was and you can't pay me enough to spend another night there again at Lakeland Manor!

Lady of the Manor Reincarnated

Peonies, lavenders, cherry trees
Clef romancing Pachelbel's Canon behind the emerald maze
Summer breeze Tudor breathe
Vavasour Anne, hail thy Lady!
Homecoming carrage drove by quiet road, thus awakens
Ghouls, spirits, elves, butterflies
Celebrating Hazlewood
For thy Lady hath returned.

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