My son
Thought provoker
Fire stoker
A sense of humor
But not a joker
Reasonably logical
Justly Fair
Not really prodigal
Nor willing to share
More so a barterer
So, what do you bear?
YOU HAVE HEARD OF THE WRITER, BRAM STOKER,
HE WROTE ABOUT KILLING, WAS NO JOKER.
HE WOULD GO OUT EVERY NIGHT,
FOR SOME FOOD AND A QUICK BITE.
THEN TAKE SOMEONE HOME JUST, TO POKE HER.
10 10 7 7 10
SYLLABLES CHECKED.
IF I`M WRONG, BITE ME! lol
It's time to clear the highway wrecks
for the route my parade will take.
I ain't some dead dino,
I am Tyrant Rex, always on the make.
No more instinct t'extinction,
listen to "Zarathustra Thus Spake."
I got two hemispheres to flex,
done with those tactics of mistake.
Like Prof. X but I got magnet eyes,
I see the encircling snake.
The city's surround sound system's hex
is a marvel made mine to take.
So where's my Escape, Flashback Tex?
Believe me, I know what's at stake.
You just another stoker, Lex?
Nebulous Hugo with an ache?
Not all's 'bout sex and given
my sword's from the Lady Of The Lake,
I'm the Pen Dragon with my spear,
as Sun King said next, "Wait for the shake!"
“I am the monster that breathing men would kill. I am Dracula.”
Bram Stoker
The successive pounding of the hammer.
The stake in his heart took my breath away.
Came the bright torches, village clamor,
the successive pounding of the hammer.
Rosin of the vampire, screeching glamour,
tightening of cold hands, recant to pray.
The successive pounding of the hammer.
The stake in his heart took my breath away.
10/28/2020
The devil's work shall not be
put off till tomorrow
So en-charges many minions
to do his bidding for him
But just who is the charming fella
A shoulder in the shadows
Stoker of the fire a bellow
Or merely a convenient confidence
to call upon when frowned upon
your actions are by other's
A wicker version of oneself to
the power multiple of Six
In my defence it was not neither
me nor i but he who made me do
it
And though i fought him long
and hard i could not find the
strength nor will or faith to
overcome the darker lord
Well that's ok with a twinkle
in his eye said the prosecutor
to the baying congregation
As if what you said rings true
and are as faithful as you say
then be it only left up to god
himself to place his judgement
upon thee
But be prepared heaven help you
if you are not because what depths
of hell awaits you
Because if the devil is all he
is supposedly made out to be
then surely he hates it and takes
it far more personally than god
when his name is used and
taken in vain
If one believes in either or
Damned if do
Damned if don't
If you look at ol’ Bram Stoker,
Irish writer of Dracula fame,
it can be quite hard to believe
that any remember his name.
At first just a civil servant,
then he managed a London stage,
doing books for Henry Irving,
a great actor of the age.
Then he somehow writes a novel,
of a distant, cruel vampire,
the critics liked the way he wrote,
but the book hardly inspired.
Sales were steady, but most thought it
a good thriller, nothing more,
if you said it was ‘Literary’
their jaws would’ve hit the floor.
But the book kept going steady,
it has never been out of print,
Hollywood put it on the screen,
and the studios made a mint!
It codified a sub-genre,
has defined the vampire’s ways,
when modern minds think of these fiends
they see Dracula to this day.
Henry Irving is long forgotten,
but Stoker we appreciate,
modern horror is in his debt,
you never know who will be great.
The poor helping poor.
The rich helping rich.
More fenels in a stoker match
and best get rich.
Hail, high denizen of tree,
not one improvident like me,
safe within your arbor's ruts,
there you keep your store of nuts.
Autumnal bunting soon must end.
and winter dearth is round the bend.
When I behold you as you nibble,
what need have I of nymph or Sibyl?
Lavish more verses on some cat!
Eliot and Gray have seen to that.
Browning did not shun the rat,
nor did Bram Stoker spurn the bat.
Is a squirrel, red or grey
a lesser poet's theme than they?
Let no distain those efforts hamper
that turn our thoughts
to those that scamper.
Dracula was in a fix
Blood and sweets just do not mix
The dentist had no doubt
The fangs had to come out
Goodbye to vampire’s tricks.
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 13th April 2014
Contest: Be Bram Stoker for a day
Sponsor: Darren Watson
Placing: Honorable Mention
She’d thought he was eyeing her rack
as with great charm, he led her out back.
But she realized too late
this would be her last date
as her neck got sucked dry by a Drac!
*For the contest of Darren Watson: Be Bram Stoker for a Day
Coffin is where this creepy fellow sleeps
Other people’s blood he likes to drink
Unique teeth – shiny pointed fangs
Naked necks are his tasty midnight snack
Transylvania is his homeland, its soil gives him strength
Darkness is his only friend he works undercover of the night
Real name is Count Vladislaus Dracula
Always avoids eating garlic in his food
Cannot abide a sunny day
Unless he has a wooden stake through his heart he cannot die
Loves to shapeshift into a bat, wolf, dog or fog
Alucard is his name backwards beware he’s cunningly disguised
Jan Allison
29th March 2014
Written for contest ‘Be Bram Stoker for a day’
Sponsored by Darren Watson
~ Awarded 3rd place ~
The moon reflected on the sea,
A night more beautiful than day.
I wheezed and struggled up the steps
And looked out over Whitby Bay.
I saw the harbour far below,
And heard the splashing of the waves,
I turned around to see the church,
The ruined abbey and the graves.
I thought of Dracula, the Count,
Imagined him and Lucy there,
And then I saw a hulking shape -
But, oh, the menace in that glare.
He showed his fangs and hissed at me;
My feet were rooted to the spot.
I cried for help and waved my arms
At people on a distant yacht.
He lunged and bit into my neck;
I tried to fight but felt so weak.
And that is how I came to die -
And you’re the prey I need to seek…
for Darren's Bram Stoker contest
High winds - stirring sea - surf pounds - Whitby beach
Storm clouds - residual - seagulls - frantic cry
Midnight - a figure - in view - ascending
Bowed down - wearily - cliff steps - Abbey bound
Skywards - waning moon - purple - in streaking
Figure - looking down - last time - hesitates
Cliffside - beckoning - then moves - in seeing
A flash - lightening - from grave - arising
Hungry - Dracula - no escape - figure froze
Exposed - vulnerable - a scream - was stifled
No-one - witnessing - horror - stricken face
Could, would - testify - to what - next took place.
He cuts the sun with his teeth; therefore, ashes were not at his feet.
He was born by day but his family lived by night.
This was his purpose because of his nocturnal life.
He had the life of a vampire.
No one knew his secret because his life was normal.
Inside was darkness.
This is his family embodied.
They did not worry about daylight.
They work, lived, loved, and played.
A generation never to be told and West Virginia would be there origin.
They all are white collar by vocation - the future of a great nation.
By fate, they would be rich in blood - not thirsty for others.
Once old, their thirst would form because they would desire to stay young.
Do not worry this family has to grow in which they will be a manifold.
In the world of vampires, Bram Stoker thrives.
Dracula is alive.
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Motif: Vampire
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