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2011 Poetry Theme Challenges#19 Things That Go Bump In The Night! |
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Hello Poets; Hallowe'en will soon be here. Witches, ghouls, reapers and vampires will soon be knocking on our doors yelling "Trick or Treat". Not the same as when I was a young one. So bah humbug to trick or treat, I fancy we all have at least on tale of ghostly deeds and happenings to tell. That is the challenge! Spooky Quilling! Jemmy XXXX |
Things That Go Bump!
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Kathy AndersonIn the deep night in your own green backyard Shadows fall where no moonlight ever touched Instilling a deadly cold, thus fevered Imagination taking on its canard. The shape of these thoughts trails icy eyes Across the skin of limbs exposed to the bise Then travels to the heat upon your scalp Making every hair charged with pure palp. Such dread leaves frost upon the air you breathe As the beast captures your heart in hands raw sheathe.  back to list |
Divena CollinsA Galleon sailed to the America`s, With a cargo of slaves to be sold All chained tattooed and tethered Deep within the dungeons hold. For this Galleon it was a live ship Flying the skull and crossbones The only crew escaped the planks Were dirty bloodthirsty old crones. The Captain stood alone on deck A scarred faced cut throat was he Wearing his three cornered hat With his cutlass hung by his knee. Being such a very long voyage With fever and death all aboard The slaves were chained up tightly Couldn`t move of their own accord. The stench down below was horrific And disease had spread to them all For the dead were left their rotting Whilst the living were ready to fall. Not a man had reached America, A ghost ship that sailed on it`s own, With the figure head still out front And a cargo of skull and bones.  ----- Hounds Of Hell Call off thy hounds that gnarl my bones Thou starving fiends of viscious breed Thy beasts of the devils hybrid clones That when in hell did fester with greed To tear out my flesh for a bloody feed Howling canines that reaks of death Render their prey with ne`er a breath. Without recognition to perish unknown Nobody heard my last prayers of need Cast off carcass that was left all alone No one had heeded my final death moan Laid betwixt earth, fire, and brimstone Gone from slethering jaws of misdeed Unto earthly mounds of devils weed.  ----- Nightmare Ancient trees stood gnarled with age Branches that whisper to their host Treading quietly not to make a sound In case I'm heard by intruder or ghost. I was drawn to this forsaken forest By some kind of strange source Calling me, enticing me deep inside By a weird unnatural force. I listened with each step I took For a twig to snap underfoot Frightened my breath was loud Maybe for the best to stay put. For I heard tales of this place Strange beings half creature half elf But curiosity just had to unfold To discover the truth for myself. Fearing the worst I ventured forth After hearing a screeching sound Alas my courage was fading fast As I found an old grave mound. There by the foot of the grave Was a creature-like hobbit kneeling With an owl perched on his shoulder Reslessly, blood curdling, squeeling. Oh I wanted to run the way I came And be safe in my little home But my legs were rooted to the ground I was seen by the owl and the gnome. Now the elf and owl were angered I had ventured their sacred place With some kind of alien language And a bony finger towards my face. Then a blinding beam of light Flashed straight towards my head Sent me speeding through the forest Sweating profusedly in my bed. Outside was still black as night And I wanted to sleep yet again But a tap, tapping kept me awake 'Twas the owl by my window pane.  ----- Nightmare Fantasy The creaking floorboards around midnight Coupled with the howling winds outside No wonder she was terrorized with fright The phantom within her mind shall not hide A victimised terror of frankensteins bride How imagination can haunt a fearful mind Stricken by nightmares of a horrific kind. Hiding beneath her bed covers out of sight Listens intent for screams demons cried Something in her room was not quite right She never dared peep and she never tried Come the dawning she awakens sleepy eyed Evidence of nightmares are but hard to find Lost within fantasy dreams then left behind.  ----- Shadows I tippytoe`d to my bed but I could not sleep Fearing a monster would hide underneath Re-occuring nightmares haunted my mind I have see him deep in my restless sleep He creeps underneath with big hairy arms I have felt him oft` times grabbing my leg His claws are sharp and could hurt me much If I have let my leg hang out the bed I mean I Within my nightmare scream out loud again And look once again for one more last peep. Every dark night it has always been the same Shadows play havoc on my childish mind Of ghosts and phantoms that haunt the night 'Neath my mattress he`s watching and waiting One false move and he will gobble me alive I reach for my teddy, he is no longer there Not even he cares to share my dreaded fear When he does not even comfort me I mean Could it be he the monster `neath my bed Do shadows play tricks within a tired mind?  ----- Survival Harken now unto the darken'd night Canst thou hear the call of the wild The screams of an owls fated prey As pain gnaws thro' an open wound And blood runs freely upon the heath Strained veins within reddened eye As he tore at flesh with open beak And stripped the bare bones of flesh With not a morsel or carnage found For hunger pained his gizzards so. Pain of hunger versus pain of death Named survival of the very fittest What was seen to be running free Venturing forth so precariously Caught unawares in a bated trap Of an owl swooping down on him There is no certainty of escaping 'Tis the laws of nature to submit The weakest never stands a chance With ne'er the strength to survive.  ----- Tinkers Creek There`s a mist by the graves at Tinkers Creek Where unrest spirits arise from their casks And a musty cloud floats within the breeze From the depth of the dank clodden earth Ghosts that have spoken from silent tongues Amidst the bleakness of their darkened tomb Arisen to haunt and bring fear to the living Who in years gone by had pointed their finger And had dared to accuse them of witchcraft They who hath now risen to seek their revenge. There`s a mist by the graves at Tinkers Creek Where no living soul had dared to venture Fearing the worse for their minds of sanity Of haunted dreams throughout their lives The hurt experienced, nagging deep within Revenge they wanted and revenge they got From the spirits of those they had tortured Ghostly shadows that walked the dark night That had suffered then the tortures of death Shalt not rest for evermore silent in the grave.  back to list |
Ivor HoggOil lamps burn on either side Of a polished stone centrepiece. Its only purpose is to guide The task performed by the high priest The celebrant is crimson clad. He speaks a language long since dead. The strangest dream I ever had Which filled me with a sense of dread. I knew I dreamed but it seemed real I tried to wake to no avail. Held in a trance as strong as steel My puny efforts doomed to fail. It was as if against my will I was transported to the past By some magician with the skill The bonds of time to overcast. I could tear my eyes away Beneath the altar though unbound The sacrificial victim lay Willing to die: His faith profound. His death would bring fertility Ensure the future of his clan So they could thrive successfully. Thanks to the courage of this man The priest despatched him with one stroke The young man died without a sound The priest turned to the crowd and spoke. The words he uttered echoed round. Although I could not understand a single word .Somehow I knew That he obeyed his Gods command As he was duty bound to do. Then I awoke quite suddenly The sacrifice had set me free. But was it fact or fantasy I cannot say positively. Perhaps some racial memory embedded in the D.N.A My forebears had passed down to me Had been triggered in some way. That vivid dream still bothers me It is a dream I shan’t forget I choose to call it fantasy But I have doubts that linger yet. Alternative reality Or just a dream about the past It could be neither possibly. But I was glad when it had passed I think about it frequently. But find that I cannot decide If it was fact or fantasy. It seems my doubts will long abide. back to list |
Peg NelsonHorrifying witches and goblins are meeting tonight! Witches are stirring wicked blood and guts brew! Heard them say: go’na be a horrifying sight tonight! Dracula waits in alleyways, to grab and bite you! He can’t wait to say in his frightening voice: Boo! Careful crossing bridge, ugly trogs will devour fast! Black cats ready ta claw till you die you’ll won’t last! Don’t stare at the chainsaw man, but watch his hand! He aint go’na give ya a chance to hide behind trees! 'cause black spiders can poison ya from foot to hand! Watch out if your wearing brown and green leaves! You’ll be tossed into a dump truck as fast as can be! Splattered with your own blood and guts, take heed! Run as fast as you’ve ever run, before your their seed! Around the corner Hannibal, Friday and the horseman! Hannibal has eaten all of your friends from toe to heads! Friday told Hannibal share or I’ll grind you for my fans! The headless horseman slashes Hannibal and Friday heads! Licked sword cuts tongue; dropping scores of bloody heads! The whole town of Oz is covered with blood from a friend! Bringing this awful Halloween story I write to a bloody end! As you exit this nightmare of Halloweens from years past! I’ll tell you, I’m feeling sick from my own headless muse! Say all your prays before treating; it just might be your last! 'Cause it could be you’ll be chopped to pieces as you cruise! My bloody red pen said: I’ll write no more; I refuse, I refuse! Laying down my talking red pen, that wrote this scary poem! I run to toilet and heave my guts out after reading this poem!  ----- Happy Halloween from Hellion Ghost  back to list |
Ryter RoethicleIntroduction (A Sestina Sonnet) And on the last day the word created flesh and in its madness the flesh created fear, but the flesh could not fear itself or fear alone and so the flesh created fear of the night and from that fear was created nights creatures The horned bloodsucking slavering creatures red eyed beasts their talons seeking your flesh. You waken and remember your fear of the night. The creatures awaken and remember your fear, and stealthy movements in the house all alone The creatures sense your fear and know you're alone It makes no difference, you made these creatures Your breathing hardens, your eyes widen in fear But tis no use your, flesh is feeding the night Part 1 Now the creature you created Is clawing at your door, Its tasted blood, its tasted flesh And now its seeking more. It feeds on pain, it feeds on fear It needs to taste your throat. You have created this dreadful thing Your fear so cheaply bought. And now the moon and the night Helps to feed your fear. This creature that you alone made Seeks the life that you hold dear. Now the clouds cover the moon The night becomes more black, You cannot now call back your fear, There is no turning back. The sounds of night, the noisy night Now help to feed your fear Then you hear it, something's changed, Silence, loud and clear. You listen close, you listen hard The silence is complete Your breathing stops, you start to sweat You hear your hearts loud beat. Then the wind picks up and blows Black clouds across the sky In that moment in time you realise That you or it must die. Now fear takes o'er, its icy touch Sending shivers down your spine You see your bloody body stripped Laid out on evils shrine. Part 2. You hear a creature outside your room And can smell its fetid breath Its hideous stench now fills the air With promises of death. The charnel house from which it spawned Cast off from evils womb Now seeks to feed on your human flesh And drag you to its tomb. The stench grows great as rotting graves Eject their hideous content. Seeking your body, seeking your mind, Your eternal soul to torment. The final stench, that of hell itself Now pervades the room. Your eternal soul is now at risk And with it, eternal doom. Now moving shadows torment you And play upon the wall The hungry creature of the night On your throat will seek to fall. Stalking, it moves about the room Teasing you with its presence Its muzzle high, sniffing the air Savouring your essence. In the freezing air circling round your bed You see its panting breath. Soon, very soon you begin to realise, That you'll be facing death. You cannot move, you cannot scream Your paralysed with fear. Your mind is making frantic sounds That only you can hear. Conclusion "Oh God" you pray "my God please help And save me from this beast" And dive beneath the covers warm Hiding from its hungry feast. But God is day and this is night He cannot hear your cry. You smell the stench of countless graves Where the rotting corpses lie. The covers are drawn you are exposed And then you smell its breath Your screams for help are pointless now As you see the face of DEATH.  ----- Beware the Beast The Moon is full, now hear his cry Beware the beast beware his bite Hear the ghosts cry, hear it’s sigh There is every reason for your fright Soft padding sounds hear them nigh As hellish beasts now fill the night The Moon is full, now hear his cry Beware the beast beware his bite Too late your life slipping by Your muscles tensing out of fright As evil forms take o’er the night Finally realising your going to die The Moon is full, now hear his cry Beware the beast beware his bite. Part II You hear, you smell its fetid breath You see two unblinking yellow eyes Unprepared totally, taken by surprise. You know that you are near to death You have no gun, to late for stealth You draw your knife in adrenalin rise You hear, you smell its fetid breath You see two unblinking yellow eyes Your bother, a curse of blooded ties Betrayal by blood on the way to wealth That final hand that Satan’s dealt Wealth and power a pack of lies You hear, you smell its fetid breath You see two unblinking yellow eyes. Part III The Moon is full, now hear his cry Beware the beast beware all this. And now at last it’s come to this Fates single card you can’t deny To keep your life your bound to try One brother must feel Death’s Kiss The Moon is full, now hear his cry Beware the beast beware all this. You sense his strike feel it fly by The slashing paw, you feel the hiss Your knife strikes you dare not miss As it strikes home you feel him die The Moon is full, now hear his cry.  ----- Humpty Dumpty I was not meant to sit on a wall But it was you who put me there I did not wish to have this fall I believed when you said you care My shell is broke beyond repair. There is no help in which to turn Another lesson I have to learn. Any knowledge that I can gather Curious about life and love and all Is so uncertain, like the weather. I was not meant to sit on that wall I did not wish to have any fall. But fall I did and down I crashed And all hopes of love ever dashed.  ----- Shivers In the blackest night of twisted dreams On a wrought iron holder black and bent. There is the melted wax of candles spent Now feel the paralysis of silent screams. There...Shadows where no light shone Dark movements on a wall all alone! Causing shivers now this hot spring eve For there are certain dreams we weave That makes evil webs of midnight lace Reflect menacing upon a sleeping face.  ----- Vampire Moon Mine is not to pursue, nor is it to entice, But realise a realm exists not of human Where life is not measured in your span And drinking human blood is the rule. Hear the subtle beat of leathered wings And see the silhouette against my light. Too late, you have ventured in my world For up here I can see what misery it brings. Looking down after I see an empty shell One more soul is added to the ranks of Hell.  back to list |
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