Riveting hopefuls from a-
mong the
festive zombie hordes are
dreaming of
big fat juicy
humans who
might need a
little extra time to
consider just what the
hell to
do now that the
apocalypse has
finally arrived.
Zombies are creatures of the dead. They moan and groan as they run or walk towards you, in there dead way. Their arms outstretched, hoping to take a chomp out of a body part, only to later on turn you into a zombie.
Lions and tigers and bears,
Like
Zombies and demons, nightmares.
Scare you to death eh, Wendy.
They scare you and
Haunt you and
Chase you and
Eat you.
Tear you limb from limb,
Suck the blood from your heart
Chew happily on your bones...
They follow you to
Your dreams...
Scary. Scary. Scary.
But listen,
Listen carefully to,
Thriller,
Hear Michael sing it,
See Michael sing it...
It's scary
But not in the way you think,
At first listen.
Monsters,
He says,
Sings,
Might be scary but
You ain't seen nothing yet.
You ain't seen what
My love
For you
Can do
My love is scarier
I can thrill you more
Than any ghoul can ever dare try...
Just you wait and see.
It is unnatural to start a war or a fight
Ladies and gentlemen, I know that I am right
Violence solves nothing, on the contrary
Chaos or violence makes things bad and eerily.
Soldiers are people too: they are our brothers
Sisters, fathers, mothers, cousins, aunts, grandfathers
Grandmothers, relatives, friends and visitors
They need to be protected all the time and at all hours.
If you want to fight, go fight your own stupid wars
Humans must behave better than wild and mulish tigers
If you want war, go ahead to get killed like dumb boars.
Only idiots, bullies and zombies behave like vampires
Let the babies and toddlers enjoy absolute normal lives
The world needs peace, love, harmony and fresh flowers.
Copyright © March 2026, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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bone china shatters
moonlit vows drown in zombie's groan
orange petals bleed
What a delight to get together
for our annual festive dinner
Both the Devil and Frankenstein
drinking warm blood of swine
Other guests welcomed from mummies
scarecrows ghosts goblins zombies
Count Dracula and Witch Hazel
oops ~ brew is ready for appraisal
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Zealous zombies searching,
Zipping around affright,
Zigging and then zagging,
Zapping all those in sight.
Zephyrs zoom behind them
Zestful with fungal blight.
Zany fun Hallows Night!
ZOMBIES
Zodiac Babylon.
Zombies resurrected.
Ziggurat, stiff like stone.
Zigzag, shuffle, shamble.
Zipless undead flesh wraiths.
Zestless, yet voracious.
Zeroed in on my brain!
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9/22/2025
In the moonlight almost midnight
clearly witching hour is nearly here
time for ghosts gremlins goblins ghouls
beware the phantoms but have no fear
don't take candies or sweets
from strangers you will meet
as there be scary zombies
out there on the streets
and if you don't believe
then when trick or treating
ask and ye shall receive
for tonight is All Hallows' Eve
If they were zombies.
Who have no brains so they don’t care about what I’ve turned into…
Maybe they’d be more likely,
To come back for me.
I’m not saying they don’t care.
They just have to do the dishes that I forgot about.
And vacuum the floor, sorry I never did that either.
They are my parents but-
Maybe they forgot.
So here I am, in a place that is like a basement, but is actually ground level.
Unlike me.
The floor sinks.
Maybe someone should fix that.
Maybe I will someday.
But I’m a little useless.
I could have done the dishes or vacuumed.
In here, they do those things for us.
It’s not as nice as you’d think.
To have your parents drive away.
I’m not saying they don’t care.
I think I’m just a zombie, is all.
I don’t really think about that.
I just think about chores.
And how I miss them.
Holloween is upon us we are anxiously waiting for people to scare
Trick or treaters trouble awaits you need to be aware
A creepy witch as well as a Daracula and Frankenstein will meet you at the door
The scary experience will shake you to the core
Up on the roof, a witch is stirring her potion just for you
Cobwebs surround the house with large spiders in plain view
Scary music is being played to increase your fright
Bats fill the air not a pretty sight
Signs on the lawn tell you to proceed with caution
As you approach Zombies will appear causing you to jump out of your skin
No turning back now you must knock on the door
Greetings of Happy Halloween awaits you and candy galore
One Summer night, just around dawn
A Motley Crew came to town
But there was something that filled with dread
They were all very dead.
The folk scattered to all sides
Escaping dead of all kinds
Skeletons and Zombies too
Some jokingly howling "Booo".
And so madness has begun
"Scaring people is so fun!"
"We will get you very soon!"
Roared the monsters to the tune
Of screams and chaos all around
This small and usually tranquil town.
With each bite their numbers grew
That's recruitment for this Crew
People hid, where they could
Be it house or shack of wood
Makeshift weapons were made in haste
No deadly object thrown to waste
Every owner of a gun
Got a chance of crazy fun
Those that were too scared to fight
Begged the others with all might
"Someone call an exorcist!"
"No, an army! I insist!"
But the army wasn't worried
The town just had to be buried
So they sent their pilot ace
Who flew over and bombed the place.
Behold!
That which art carved from deaths mold;
The undead.
What more can be said
to those who have already bled
and passed, wondering, pondering, seemingly lost, if not instead
without destination, all seeking to sate an unfathomable sensation.
A hunger most tormenting,
which no mortal lamenting could comprehend
The ethereal pains of zombies who survived their end.
Sulfuric acid
Contact lenses blinded
As my eye see it's not
Pupils dilated as my spinal cord
Begins to rot
Skeletal remains where is my brains I haven't been chopped
Gordon Ramsay reminds me what's all the fussing and yelling about
Is it problematic would it be ever so this plan on it Disciplinarian
Vegetarian
and where are the way ward zombies
They want to kill and eat me this is the apocalypse
Where's my face and who stole my lips
Nevermore ravished
I can no longer kiss
Cannibal common human toast remains
zombies eating every part of me even my brains
This is the death
My last breath
The Horror Story
It's so boring
And gory I travail
I relish
I am just
Decayed flesh
Served on top-of a hay stack
Where is the ketchup in the mustard
Shed no grief for me
They dun are my feet
Make it so squiggly Wiggly screaming" where's the beef"
4/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
No wonder our dreams have grown dark
We’re living in our own film-noir
Claws extend from every cloud
And grip our very hearts
They hold our minds in iron jaws
As we become disposable corpses
Icy eyelights staring out
From the murk of a distant forest
Our fear of what we might become
Inspires our creations
Comedies of denial for us
Warning lights for generations
Dumbly obeying our masters
In rotting inanimate bodies
No wonder our dreams have grown dark
We’ve chosen to be zombies
June 27, 2020
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