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Kathryn Flanagan Poem
I remember
The bittersweet joy
Of my fifth birthday
I remember
Blowing out the candles and wishing with all my might
For my Dad to come home
I remember
Astonishment and shock
With heart-stopping joy
I remember
Him racing down the hill
In a bright red convertible
I remember
Him walking through the door
Sailing bags in tow
I remember
Running to him
Clinging to him and crying on his shirt
I remember
Him coming home...
Copyright © Kathryn Flanagan | Year Posted 2008
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Kathryn Flanagan Poem
Night-time wanderer led asunder
Snarls voice my carnivorous hunger
Feral gait; silent under the thunder
A corpse would cause the village to wonder
A corpse completely drained of blood
Pooled inside my mouth like a flood
Beneath it; barely churned-up mud
The body fell with a gentle thud
From the thirst, momentarily free
Echoing in my mind; the dead man's last plea
His body tossed into the sea
So the murder couldn't be traced back to me
Every cold case began somewhere...
Copyright © Kathryn Flanagan | Year Posted 2008
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Kathryn Flanagan Poem
The tide calls
The tide falls
The tide threatens
To swallow us all
The moon swells
A tolling bell
Ever chimes
The midnight yell
The waves swirl
Spray, they hurl
Upon the rocks
Upon the girl
She sits there, night
After night, after fright
Dwelling on
What happen might
She twirls her hair
So golden, fair
Around a finger
Like the ring she'll wear
She doesn't love
Marriage on a whim
Her worst mistake
From her life she can't trim
The cold waters invite
Its black eddy delights
As she falls beneath its crest
And sinks with all her might
Think things all the way through
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Kathryn Flanagan Poem
A made up world of glory
Sweet lakes and emerald glens
Please let me tell a story
That happened way back when
The grass was green as green could be
The air was sweet with freedom free
Her eyes were blue as the swirling sea
That set her apart from you and me
The day was hot with summer's heat
Birds flew low over golden wheat
Along the coast; the army's fleet
Under shaded boughs two lovers meet
He stood with her until the night
He walked with her so she wouldn't fright
And even though he had no right
He soft skinned neck he wanted to bite
He walked her up to her jeweled door
With diamond windows and marble floor
A kiss to her hand, though he wanted more
From the girl in the house by the rolling shore
He counted the hours until the sun's dawn
Gazing up the emerald lawn
Of the girl with the dress that's a soft brown fawn
Three hours left, nine hours gone
The moment the sun rises over the hill
His hunger crumbles and he loses his will
Now he no longer wants to kill
And drink her blood till he had his fill
Under the boughs he waits for his love
This time dressed in a dress of gray dove
Now his hunger no longer does shove
When her hand touches his in its white lace glove
But then the sun sets
And his luck he must bet
He feels the thirst get
To be a great threat
Though they walk the long beach
In no need for speech
When the warmth's sucked like a leech
From her wrist, he then does preach
"Tis the purest thing I have ever tasted
Though it's a shame all of this has to be wasted."
Upon the sand her blood is pasted
The monster inside no longer lambasted
And though the time for monsters is gone
The truth must be unfurled
While they wait forever for the coming dawn
Vampires still stalk the world
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Kathryn Flanagan Poem
Her Royal Majesty
Regal and proud
Rises on
Her mist-white cloud
Waxes full
Then wanes till not
She may be gone
But never forgot
She gazes upon
The shrouded land
And gives them light
From Her fair hand
Dawn draws near
Her incandesence ebbs
While dew glistens on
Silver spider webs
Pass beyond the farthest hill
Wait, unseen, until the night
When She can resume batt'ling
Sky Throne's eternal fight
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