Short Spectres Poems

Grey-robed ladies materialise at castles
Hideous red-eyed entities hover in woods
On horseback, headless riders gallop past
Silently, spectres watch and cause unease 
Throwing objects at exorcists, spirits laugh

For Andrea’s 5-letter word Acrostic contest...

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E-dging ever closer to a
u-niversal link between the
p-eople who oppose all
h-ateful despots who encroach
o-n precious freedoms be they
r-ight or left wing motivated spectres
i-n a world that watches daily with abhorrence
a-t the "moderates" who look the other way...

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E-dging ever closer to a
u-niversal link between the
p-eople who oppose all
h-ateful despots who encroach
o-n precious freedoms be they
r-ight or left wing motivated spectres
i-n a world that watches daily with abhorrence 
a-t the "moderates" who look the other way!...

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Delirious desires cackle
     while spectres whirl
          senselessly 
On oceans' savage sway
     blankets drenched
          delusion
Humane hands, soft
     spoken words
          strengthen
Fickle health, a seesaw
     feeds erratic mind
          with despair

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June 8, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White...

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rising in the east 
a shimmering golden orb ~
darkness becomes light 

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swirls of morning mist
ghostly spectres hovering ~
fade as sun rises

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as the sun climbs high
shadows cast on the landscape ~
now retreat slowly 




Written 3rd June 2020. 

For Fresh Traditional Haiku Poetry Contest 

Sponsored By JCB Burl....

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I would probably start with dimensions
but turn to the doctor for more
Seconds queue behind eternities
Air frozen in favour
Comparison would be next
But what is the opposite of life
Shrouded movie spectres
demons hell are plentiful
Lights that magnetise
Descriptive shade and shape
The virgin visitor
who meets us all just once
but then who would we tell...

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...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats


We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint 
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?...

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Under waning moon and festooned sky
With darkness to illuminate the night
It is already morning
Though beneath blackened heavens
One couldn't hope to know
It will soon reverse its darkling effect.

This is faith beyond the wraith
This is hope surpassing spectres 
Yesterday's sun is no
Assurance of today's 
But faith sticks out its hand
Until warmed by mornings kiss....

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He lies sprawled on the trench
Drenched by the night dew
Overcome by over indulging
Cheap liquor has taken its toll 

Back at home his wife tosses in bed
The night is cold and its too chilly
The kids had to go to bed half fed
Querying when dad will be home

He mumbles incoherent stuff
At least he tried to get home
Its first cock crow he surrenders
Tortured by faceless spectres...

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Cold moon in the sky, cold draft in my room,
small wonder why I feel impending doom.
Scufflings at midnight from inside my door;
shadows of something are crossing my floor!

I'm rigid with fear as to what they might be,
those scary spectres are coming for me!
I tighten my grip on a poker I found,
trembling in terror I don't make a sound!

Just when I despair of making a break
mom tousles my hair,  "It's time to awake!"...

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I walk the streets of my old town,
And death was walking all around,
The spirits of the dead disowned,
The lucky ones that hadn’t drowned,
But I still lived amongst them,

Grey spectres in my room at night,
Whispering voice just out of sight,
Angry spirits tortured might,
Muttering almost heard, too right,
Begone from here amongst them,

I walked away unto the night,
I walked for miles it felt alright,
Better gone than driven mad tonight,
No return for me amongst them.....

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Lake Alma Hills
                              (near Weyburn, Saskatchewan, 1969

                        People are born here
					And people die

			Some live scarcely more
					Than a shadow existence

				Mere 
				Specters

			Tossed about
				In the speechless wind
					And sand that
						Sweeps across 
					
                                 The uneasy and lonely
							Beauty 
                                  Of 
			
                          Lake Alma hills...

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“Don’t Write Poems“
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what can I say i write poetry my life
in solitude yet to read the original
will it please, you tease
your words spectres roaming blind
then ouch pain spectres hit a nerve
inspired my words poetry
please do not say do not write
with words i explore
wonderlands fairylands dreams
the heartlands of my soul

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31st May 2018

Poetry for the Sake of Poetry - Poetry Contest - Sponsored by John lawless...

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