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The First Full Moon

Almost a month since that fateful night
That I was bitten under the full moon's light.
I am still here but with a yearning
And wonder why a fever is burning.

I feel pulled out into the night's air
Hoping that someone will hear my prayer.
I look up into the nights black sky
And realize why I so want to wail and cry.

For there I see the full bright moon
Hanging there like a golden balloon.
As I look I feel like I am on fire
And know my situation is most dire.

Oh god... most agonizing pain!
As my bones begin to strain
And my flesh begins to rip.
I cannot seem to get a grip.

I open my mouth to scream
But from me that does not stream
Tis something that is so foul
As I recognize it is a howl!

Oh god ...this..can't...be
What is happening to me?
Blood pulses through my veins
As new thoughts slam into my brain.

I have a brand new vision
One that gives great precision.
Oh what a great sense of smell
A feeling of anticipation I can't quell.

I can't even believe my new speed
But it is blood that I do so need.
Time for me to go on the hunt
As I begin to run, I let out a grunt.

I stop and sniff as a scent comes to me,
Oh me oh my who is it? Let us see.
I turn in werewolf form to see who is here
As I thought I caught Mr. Loving's fear.

Tis blood that I do need
Time for me to feed.
He senses me and runs away
I smile as I give chase to my prey.

Mortals mortals everywhere
Of all immortals do beware
Run and hide if you can.
On the loose is this very lycan!

Just for anyone's curiosity this is not being mean to Mr.Loving the III this is my respect
for him as he tapped me for the duos and gave me the challenge for the Haunted
Poets....thanks John

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Southern Belle

Sweet and charming in everything I do or say
Outspoken when it is called for
Unique in my own right as I am sassy too
Talks with an accent that some like
Hospitable to each and everyone
Enjoys being a flirt
Really knows how to charm
Never gives away my inner most thoughts

Beautiful in my own right
Each day is another day to be
Learns manners early on
Lady like in all the public sees
Eloquent even when I do not want to be

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We Sisters Three

We sisters three
Do so decree
That these men
Know their sin.

Reaz, you mortal Fool
Illy was your sacred Jewel.
How could you endlessly cheat 
And lead her on with such deceit?

We sisters three
Do so eloquently decree
That these foolish men
Never ever hurt again.

Lamar you are a lazy bum.
To crack you always succumb.
Leerie was a wonderful wife
Yet, your words wound like a knife.

We sisters three 
Do so powerfully decree
That these thoughtless men
Feel agonizing pain within.

Daniel the monster you are
Never saw Kristy as a star.
She was just someone to beat
Whenever you felt other defeat,

We sisters three
Do so expressly decree
These imprudent mortal fools
Learn a new set of rules.

We rhythmically dance and sway
While words of ancient knowledge do play
Powerfully upon our very lips
During the Lunar Eclipse.

Our wish we do so prayerfully want
Your dreams we shall constantly haunt
Until you learn that your evil deeds
Will never ever fruitfully succeed.

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The Haunted Trio

I have two sisters whom I love and adore
We are poets who can write of blood and gore.
Evil, Wicked, and Demented are our nicknames
Being fun and shocking is a few of our games.

Evil, for that, is I
Has had enough people lie
And tell me of their fearful woes
To only find they were only foes.

Evil has an "evil" mind
That can deliciously find
What may not be normal to some
To me can be quite exquisite fun.

Wicked is learning to find
Her very own peace of mind.
That man with a black soul
Her heart he had done stole.

Wicked's mind is so "wickedly" twisted
That her vengeance can't be listed.
But make no idiotic mistake
She can strike you just like a snake.

Demented is the one who knows
How to reel in all the beaus.
She can smile so delightfully sweet
And men seem to just fall at her feet.

Her mind is the most bizarre
She can be the evilest by far.
On her face, you will see a beautiful smile
While inside "demented" schemes most vile.

We are each who we are
All a particular shining star
Separately a Libra, Capricorn, and Leo
Collectively, we are The Haunted Trio.

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Vengeance

Time for my vengeance to reign
Time for this fool to feel the pain
That he has caused unto me
No worries of "times three."

I call upon a power of old
One that will surely unfold
The power of a woman scorned
You were once so warned.

My daughter from me you took
Tis you, not I, that is the crook.
For this utmost heinous crime
I seek justice of the most sublime.

Spirits upon the Earth I seek
To make this mortal weak.
To curse him to a living hell
Worse than that of any jail.

Let him lose all his hair
And leave none to spare.
Let him feel only a chill
At the loss of his thrill.

Lose the love of the daughter
That thought you walked on water.
Lose your friends respect
And feel your wife reject.

See your life fall apart
And love from you depart.
The deed is done the spell is cast
Vengeance is mine at last.

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Just...Be

Confusion, anger, and so much pain
Every day silent tears I cry in vain.

I want to be whole again.
I want to feel my life begin.

I feel like all is lost. 
Is this anguish my cost?

Will I ever be whole?
Can anyone fix this fractured soul?

For now I will cry my silent tears.
For now I will try to squash ALL my fears.

There are way way too many.
Burdens and sorrows are a sea of plenty.

Do you see the way out for me?
No? I thought not, so I will just.....be.

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Victim.....Survivor

You are one cruel hearted man.
One too many for my life span.

You have inflicted one too many abuses.
I am so tired of your lousy excuses!

Whether it be with your mouth, fist, or actions
You found ways to punish for imagined infractions.

It sickens me that I did not leave as soon
As I realized that you always sing the same tune.

You claim that I don't love you enough.
I am not falling for that bit of fluff.

The truth is, it is you that doesn't know how to love
Go on you know this is true what I speak of.

Wrapping your hands around my neck to choke
Because you did not like what I had spoke.

You giving me a black eye
Because you assume what I say is a lie.

Some one says a victim that makes me.
Well I guess we shall see.

I no longer want to be thought of as that.
Survivor...yes I have that down pat.

I survived your endless abuses.
I survived all those bruises.

Victim...me....HELL NO!!!
SURVIVOR that is me. Way to go.

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Marriage Bed

I am fearful and full of dread,
As I lay here on our marriage bed,

We have had yet another fight, 
And as yet it is our end of the night.

He says he wants to show me he only cares,
But it is not love I feel, as I lay there.

I say, "No I am to sore and in pain."
He moves forward anyways as my tears fall down like rain.

I beg and plead and say, "Please no more"
But that is not what for me he has in store.

I give up as my claims fall on deaf ears,
I just lay there in my pool of tears.

I know he knows what he is doing,
That this is not my choosing.

What once was an expression and an act of our lovemaking,
Has now become something that he thinks is his right in just taking.

The days that I used to crave and hunger for his touch,
Have now turned to an act I must endure as such.

Even though he knows this is wrong and our fight has really had no end,
He believes that in this and this alone our love will transcend.

As he is holding me there on that bed,
Another world is where I go in my head.

He is my husband and I am his wife,
I can't believe this has become our life!

I lay there numb of spirit and mind,
Waiting and waiting for the end of time.

I think of all the ways that I can make him pay,
But in the end, as usual, I stay!!!

This is not the life I bargained for,
There in this life has to be more.

Why with this one man is it hard for me to walk away?
With any other man, I would not stay!

Now the time has come that I can take no more,
Though the time has not come to settle the score.

He begs and pleads for me to stay,
He can't bear for our love to go away!

I still love him and I know that is sick,
But we cannot help who our hearts pick!

I can, however, leave him alone,
I won't write nor will I phone.

His days of cruel treatment and torture so vile,
Are long over, there will be no trial!

I have become judge, jury, and executioner in this relationship!
You can bet there will no more second trips!

Time to move on and to heal,
I cannot and will not give him an appeal.

A new life is what I am forever bound,
A new love is what I found.

He does not get all of me,
For now, he is fine to let me be.

Will I ever be able to love again with all my heart?
Who knows, but now is the time to start.

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I Stand Alone

What you see is a hollow shell,
Inside I stand alone in my private hell.

My pain is something I try to hide,
It is kept locked deep inside.

No one to talk to about my morbid thought,
Nor anyone to care nor anyone that can be sought.

On my face you will see a smile,
But inside I have been hurting all the while.

I have sisters who I love dearly,
But lines between us have been drawn clearly.

I have friends, a very a select few,
But they have their own problems they are going through.

I hate to be an obligation.
What I would give not to have that sensation.

I want to be asked about in genuine concern,
Not because you see me as problem to discern.

I know these issues are mine and mine alone,
However it would be nice for someone to just phone.

To ask how I am really feeling,
And not take the crap that I have  been speeling!

I want someone just once to say
That they thought of me today.

That they want to know what way went by,
That caused me to lose the twinkle in my eye.

I ask about everyone because I truly care, 
But feel like I am not really all there.

Is it too much to ask
For someone to forget about the past?

I know that most of this is my own making,
But it is still real, there is no faking.

One day I hope to have that sparkle back.
But 'til then I remain still at the end of the pack.

Still a hollow shell,
Still alone in my own private hell.

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What I Want

I want to feel love and respect
With someone special the need to connect..
I want to feel that I alone matter
That I come first and never be the latter.

I want to be someones love acclaimed
Not someone who is to be ashamed
I want a love that cannot be defied
One that will not hide.

I want to be loved for me
Not for what someone wants me to be.
I want to be accepted for who I am
For I am no meek mild lamb.

I am so much more than expected
And yes I do sometimes need to be protected
But will always throw down and fight
For all that I believe is right.

I am simple and complex
For some days I surely do vex
But I will never ever hex
Unless said someone is an ex.

From my love I want affection
No one wants to feel rejection
I want to feel like I am needed
Not like I am someone to be be heeded.

Can anyone really love me for me?
Will my heart anyone truly see?
When it comes to me is there any clue?
Who is my true love? Is it you?