Beware the dancers who’ve ascended from hell,
who come to the swamp lands or elsewhere at night.
They transfix their victims and try to steal their souls,
causing them to dance with them beneath the moonlight.
If you should be caught by them, focus your mind.
Don’t look at the doom in their soulless eyes.
Pray to your God to help you to escape,
for demons we humans have to despise.
Pray hard, pleading, “Wickedness, be gone.”
To their music don’t let your body sway.
If you die, it needs to be to God’s light
that you let yourself be carried away.
Your life is precious, so take pleasure in it.
And do your best to live your life well
so you may avoid with your last breath
the dancers who waltz dead souls down to hell.
Categories:
transfix, death,
Form: Quatrain
Roof shingles
are tossed like confetti in a Banshee wind.
She says it's going to be a bad weather day,
the green screen behind her wobbles
as a gust of torrential hailstones
rocks the studio,
yet her smile stays bright and perky.
The wind keeps churning through sparrows
and shattering windows. Tornados
spring up out of nowhere,
devastate homes, then ravish cows
as an afterthought.
Through a plasma screen
the attractive lady distracts my eyes,
She grins knowingly
I grin back, as we share a moment,
elsewhere, death strikes randomly
with a made for TV toothy banality.
Storms of platitudes continue to numb
and transfix.
I don't know why some must die
and others must keep watching.
I can only predict
that the weather girls will survive
to keep us informed
even as our living rooms implode.
Categories:
transfix, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The attentive window sits bitter and alone,
As vindictive vines of envy become overgrown,
Darkened clouds fester, poisoning slowly within,
And discordant branches haunt before dreams can begin.
Resentful shadows form as the candid clock ticks,
Fettered to the rhythm and ready to transfix,
Smothered in indifference, deadened in distraction,
Trauma for tranquility, torture transaction.
Dragged from security as hateful hands clench,
And disfugured hopes comfort, discarded in the trench,
Tangible laughter mocks as teeth tear sanity,
And now, death echos loop, in search of humanity.
Categories:
transfix, creation, dark, death, deep,
Form: Quatrain
Roof shingles
are tossed like confetti in a Banshee wind
She says it's going to be a bad weather day,
the green screen behind her wobbles
as a gust of torrential hailstones
rocks the studio,
yet her smile stays bright and perky.
The wind keeps churning through sparrows
and shattering windows. Tornados
spring up out of nowhere,
devastate homes, then ravish cows
as an afterthought.
Through a plasma screen
the buxom lady distracts my eyes,
She grins knowingly
I grin back, as we share a moment,
meanwhile elsewhere, death strikes randomly
with a made for TV toothy banality.
Storms of platitudes continue to numb
while they transfix.
I don't know why some must die
and others must keep watching.
I can only predict
that weather girls will survive
to keep us informed
even as our living rooms implode.
Categories:
transfix, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I know a little girl who loves Legos bricks,
she will play for hours and intermix;
she has a collection of Pet Friends sets,
that for birthdays and Christmas she gets.
She will mix Vet Clinic, Cat Hotel and just play,
I think she will be a vet- she loves Pet Adoption Cafe;
a mish-mash of assorted Legos animal's and friend's,
and all the other delightful odds and ends.
On building a scene she will transfix,
I think it is creative and think its great she can mix;
Dog Rescue, Pet Day Care, and Cat Grooming sets,
I will keep getting her more with no regrets.
I love to see what she has created.
and how her imagination has been translated;
there is no limit to her building scenes;
and I predict she will play with Legos into her teens.
Categories:
transfix, childhood, imagination, nursery rhyme,
Form: Couplet
From the creation to the end
From a speck in the gloomy and taciturn void of space
First came sand then ready reigned rain
Creatures roam the Earth with no name or race
Every creature lived and roamed, no efface
Titanic and verdant mountains rose over the desolate plain,
They hustled through the rubble and trouble just to gnaw
They struggled with the muscle and knuckle to live raw,
Brothers! The end is nigh near
You won’t wake up one day
The clutches of the machine I fear
Your phone took your world, oh so dear
Technology bites us just like a tiger biting its prey,
The phones shall kill us and gawk with transfix
The moans shall chill us and knock with hiss.
Categories:
transfix, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form: Couplet
Intimations of what's been
And what shall be yet
Birth, death, before and after
A lucky few get.
As what , in gleams, transfix me
Are now glimpsed through you.
Paradise. And the one bliss
That matters; love's true.
Categories:
transfix, true love,
Form: Rhyme
All tucked up and snug in bed as Angels standing guard above your head.
Mummy will kiss away your fears, she'll stroke your hair and dry your tears.
She softly sings a lullaby about the stars up in the sky. Twinkle twinkle star so bright shining down on us tonight... Her breath is warm upon your face as you lie silent in her embrace. Your sleepy eyes transfix on mum as the moon comes up to replace the sun.
She gently takes your hand in hers, your fingers wrap around her thumb. These are treasured moments as she waits for sleep to come. Mummy counts her blessings as she sings to her son knowing that he feels safe enveloped with in the arms of his mum.
Her voice is but a whisper now as she hums the last line, these precious moments she will treasure throughout all time. She tells you that she loves you, her words are honest and true, for there is no where in the whole world she would rather be, than lying here with you.
Categories:
transfix, child, innocence, mother son,
Form: Rhyme
A boy is an undead
While a girl is a leatherhead
Mom and dad find a severed head
The front yard is now flowing in red.
What caused this bloodshed?
From tombstones and crypts
The moon disappears during its eclipse
Followed by eerie sounds and eyes that transfix
As if waiting for someone with a bag full of tricks
Did you see what caused the kids to tighten their grips?
They couldn’t believe what they just saw
The kids were in such awe.
My mouth opened wide enough to give me lockjaw
To my surprise over there by the seesaw
Did I just see a headless person crawl?
It crawled closer and started to moan
Everyone ran and left us alone
At that point I knew we were on our own
I began to fight by throwing a stone
Does it now sound like a drone?
My thoughts are amiss.
I thought we were walking into an abyss.
Instead, I am dealing with machinery on the fritz
I wonder what happens if I spray it with spritz.
I ask myself, “What mockery is this?”
Could it be?
It’s Halloween!!!
Categories:
transfix, adventure, courage, grave, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
So many things we know were proven true;
the Earth is round, not flat, as thought before.
We share what other planets all go through;
rotate around a star forevermore.
Our spaceships travel space to take and send
good photographs and specs so we can learn
if there is life elsewhere to comprehend;
provide some answers to this long concern.
The law of probabilities predicts
that suns with planets just like ours exist.
Too many similarities transfix;
the possibilities can't be dismissed.
Suspicious sightings shared- but not explained-
by pilots, troops on land, or out at sea.
Were answers found- and possibly restrained-
not ready to unveil this mystery?
This deep unknown creates an endless plight
to share the facts behind the sightings here-
to say we're not alone in Cosmic flight;
make this unknown a truth- a shared frontier.
November 4, 2022
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Categories:
transfix, universe,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Silence ushers magnetism
within our mind-body prism,
felt as a blissful current;
piercing of nodes concurrent.
Soma nectar within drips,
focus therein does transfix,
much to delight of our heart,
feeling bliss ignition start.
Beauteous dance enchanting,
bliss bubbles in us planting,
blossoming in timeless time,
as divine love mists sublime.
09-August-2022
Categories:
transfix, joy, silence, spiritual,
Form: Jueju
My aunt told me a story
Which I’d never heard before
About her grandpa, which took place
Around the Second War. *
Some men were playing pinochle,
A card game, in the park,
With money on the table
When, before the sky turned dark
Some cops appeared, arresting them,
Her grandpa in the mix.
He had to go to court, a tale
That surely does transfix.
The judge, however, gave a speech
Admonishing the police.
Arresting 4 old Jewish men?
He ordered their release.
This story, passed down through the years,
Brings laughter even now.
My great-grandpa arrested?
All I’m thinking’s - holy cow!
*World War II
Categories:
transfix, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Lemon sour thoughts in aquamarine
imagery of dry desire pure pale powdered sage
quaint quear copulate of Cupids
with bows that draw Archaic archer
arrows aimed at the blackest of hearts
drum bitter black regrets into souls depths
dark deeds, something rages rare raw
Crimson liquor that lingers on the floor
in lavish lacquered halls, intricate doors
weathered by thunderstorms lashing the walls
where once elegant lush balls drive men, women twirling, dancing till dawn
Are in full burn, blares bright until the wee artificial hours of midnight
of wet tropical rains, hurricanes
gain power and destruction
by morn born falling silver rain
in the light of a pure pale Moon, wax, and wane
Clouds receded fade away
transfix by orbs of Odin Odd Omnipotent eye
full and alive burning bright
in cold cobalt midnights a wash all
in the fallacies of youth
the breath of God’s are ghosts in ruins
the cascade of the insane
Our sour lemon thoughts and aquamarine dreams
Are oblique obsolete imagery fading in fleeting lives
Categories:
transfix, adventure, allegory, analogy, art,
Form: Rhyme
She undresses like a bather wading through the waning light
Till her darkest fears are splashing in the deep end of the night.
On some ship of dreams those sheets might be her sails,
Not a canvas full of nightmares draped across a bed of nails.
There now, baby, don’t you fret. We’ll just have some fun.
Let me hear my kitten purr. You’re the special one
Tries to focus on the ceiling with its old familiar crack;
Feels the piercing shame transfix her as she lay there on her back.
When she bears that weight, her sense of balance fails
Like that drunkard on his tightrope high above her bed of nails.
Hush now, baby, don’t you cry. Soon we’ll be all done.
Gotta, gotta, hurry, hurry… ring the bell and run.
Maybe someday she’ll grow braver and she’ll stand to offer proof
Of the monster in her closet and the gremlin on the roof,
But until that day, a stronger will prevails
And she’s just his little plaything lying on her bed of nails.
Categories:
transfix, abuse, dark,
Form: Lyric
The rising sun is on display
For anyone to see
Though few are out to notice –
Just the lucky ones, like me.
The past few days I can’t describe
Its color – like a mix
Of neon pink and orange-red,
A hue that does transfix.
It hangs there in the sky like that
For minutes, that is all –
A glowing and transcendent orb,
An incandescent ball.
Yet as it inches upward,
All that color changes fast.
Such beauty overpowers;
Seems it isn’t meant to last.
The folks who show up later,
When the sun has drifted high,
Do not realize what they’ve missed
By letting magic pass them by.
Categories:
transfix, morning, sun,
Form: Rhyme
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