Wakes with a misaligned fanny
this tale is strange and uncanny
much unscrewiing it seems
with the man of her dreams
Her unfortunate state puts the blame onto Danny
Wont accept bhitch but accept a jolly good bonk
Discuss the size of willy......the wonk
I don't usually swear
or discus private hair
Here's the truth! This bard's not a shonk
bestowing generational survival skills
and desirable traits –
for e o n s
She led mankind to be
a better version of itself—
wishing for a fairy godmother
l o s e sight of
the W~E~L~L of W~I~S~D~O~M from within –
poised to be
r e l e a s e d …
Complaining doesn’t make things better!
How many times have I heard that?
So I’m going to complain about that old saw
‘Cos complaining jars me awake…
…activates my libido, rouses my sleeping lion
energizes me to resolve problems
that seemed overwhelming
mere moments ago
Let bygones swim to the sea
Of nauseate of forgetfulness
Remember no more scars to see
That makes life go through loneliness.
The world open up its petal
To people who love romance
Dear Cupid arrows fierce fatal
Failed love to rectify perchance.
The wind call people to dance
Change path to wayward destruction
Strong willingness a must chance
A good topic for life's discussion.
Be flexible with your decision
On matters between life and death
Wisdom of old gives good persuasion
Resulting trial to the brink of fate.
The more you envy,
The better will I become,
It sounds strange although.
Eerie scene like this
A church and a brothel nest
Side by side in place.
Winged mannequins dot the forest trail,
forest fairies in the dale -
so lifelike in their chalkware skin,
unexpected in the vale.
Stumbling under their glossy gaze,
lost inside a leafy maze -
I back up slowly, turn and run,
clawing through the morning haze.
"Join us", they plead now - reaching, falling,
all of them so sweetly calling
"You need some flowers in your hair",
as I am gasping, crawling.
"You could be one of us", they sigh,
"abandoned here we know not why,
creating almost Xanadu -
we never have to live or die."
At wood's green edge I glimpse the street
and glance back, oddly incomplete:
I see just pallid mannequins
posed stiffly in the summer heat.
deserted area of the town…
lonely Owl hoots tu-whooo! tu-whit…
premonition of a sinister sight!!!!
Eerie midnight …walking through the field,
find three witches asking me to yield,
around a cauldron abominable they look,
wonder what they're brewing following their book!
Are they concocting lizard's leg, toe of a frog
Fillet of a snake, tongue of a dog!
A frightful castle on top of the hill,
does Macbeth live there …I shiver with chill!
An uncanny mysterious moon shines so bright,
silhouettes of ghosts and goblins wander in sight.
Hear deadly werewolves howling and gnashing teeth,
I dread this menacing night, I hardly can breathe.
I scream in terror, the witches signal to me,
I stumble in sheer panic, they wouldn't let me free.
Ohhh…gosh..what a nightmare! what a terrifying night!
Ghoulish things disappeared with bright morning light!
March 22, 2023
Writing Challenge - "N" words Poetry Contest
Theme: Nightmare
Sponsor: Constance La France
SECOND PLACE
UNCANNY RELATIONSHIPS
an outward
fantasy of
coexistence
the gulf
revealed
in a cosmic breath
a contemplation of
ground & sky
carved
& chiselled
with indigenous
knowledge
a glimpse
of wilderness
kept at bay
a wry evocation
motley
emollient
at its simplest
existence
serves
it own purpose
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
From the expanse, I was seeing her.
She was visible for some time and suddenly disappeared.
A lady with a veil and long hair was waving in the air.
The Moon came out from the clouds and she disappeared.
As long as I could see,
there was none but me;
With foxes cries from the bushes near
and the essence of the lady, who was disappeared.
The Moon was soon covered by passing cloud,
something eerie shouted out loud;
A flash of lightning sparked from very near,
a spine chilled air, and she again appeared.
Her eyes were flashing as soon as her face revealed,
with a spectral smile, by which no pain could ever heal!
An ominous voice whispered and took away all the courage I had earned
by saying into my ear that "now it's your turn".
Wooden mouth eats word and threat.
Frozen eye stares through vaudeville glaucoma.
The master is mimicked, masked, and mocked.
Doll tuxedo stretched from neck to crotch.
Head swivels to whiplash punchlines.
If it’s all in good fun, why do I want to die?
Neck telescopes and voice screeches.
Tears spurt from stage to footlight.
Two are one, yet double of what cannot exist.
It’s nearly there, nearly a man, a malformed thought.
Hanging on the edge of another world.
A fleeting spectre in a funhouse mirror.
Curtain lowers beneath dying lights.
Gathered terrors are delivered home.
Yet tiny footsteps follow behind.
Remember crimson rictus.
Lips move, but words never come.
On cue the final joke falls flat.
Our Golden Annie can smell bread
From the other end of the house it spreads
“Uncanny Annie”
Star of our family
Comes bounding in she's got pretty good treads
It’s uncanny. . .
How right has become wrong.
How whites don’t belong.
How living by rules
is only for fools.
It’s uncanny. . .
How believing in God
makes one rather odd.
How our nation’s flag
is a burnable rag.
It’s uncanny. . .
How telling the truth
is blatantly uncouth.
How taking His name in vain
is absent of shame.
It’s uncanny. . .
How statues of the great
are toppled with hate.
How the press
is unfailingly Left.
How being put behind bars
makes protestors stars.
How America’s founders
were racist bounders.
It’s uncanny. . .
How killing the unborn
has become a norm.
How breaking laws
produces standing applause.
How those in military attire
are mercilessly under fire.
How officers in blue
are targets of spit and spew.
Yes and alas, it’s uncanny. . .
how so much we have cherished
seems today to have perished.
Knick knacks were at the top of my gift list
one stood out and walked over too brisk
slow motion it fell
still intact I could tell
sudden turn with huge purse a high risk!
9-8-17
Uncanny is a space which I avoid
I do not wish to meet with spirits vile.
Though with some men ,it’s true that I have toyed.
I dropped them all and sane was I the while.
Yet when I met your eyes so dark and strange
A force more strong than my own pulled me in.
A premonition that my life would surely change,
Before I knew your double,your dark twin.
In dreams and in my nightmares he will come
To capture me and take me to his land.
I do not know what choice to make of man
Nor how to count infinity by hand
The double is an augury of death
Yet in this space uncanny is a path
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