Let’s walk the halls once more.
Give new life to the building.
Time to open the blinds.
Clean out the cobwebs.
Footsteps will ring on the stairs.
Echoes will sail through the rooms.
Laughter will light up the rooms
That time has left behind.
I’m surprised and honored to have a poem written for me by fellow poet, Kenny McPhee. Most of my poetry is on the spooky side. I began writing poetry as a way to showcase my book. Soon I found I love to write poems. I’ve added nature and inspiration to my repertoire, but I’m basically a creepy poet.
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SPOOKY SUSANNE You enjoy a walk on the dark side, susanne Nobody true, they say, but once in a while
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Source:farewell
Wait for the night
to darken the sky
in deep shades of red
to purple fading to black.
Silence follows on gossamer wings
to quiet uneasy heartbeats,
to soothe the roaming beasts.
Wait for the night
to bring a dark veil on activities,
to unfurl the roaring waves.
Silence is here
and so is the night.
Beautiful rose.
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns.
Bright in the sunshine.
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.
Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre
Dark are the streets
By which they creep.
Silence is their goal.
Through the town, they go.
Bodies left behind,
Blood-dry we will find.
Church bells are tolling,
And heads are rolling.
Flee from this we must
Before we are dust.
THE DEAD GAME
The stairs lead us to the basement.
Circular saws rotate above our heads.
Traps with pointy edges dangle close.
The door locks behinds us.
Water reaches our ankles.
Three doors appear on the opposite wall.
Will we make it across the water?
Will we ever see the light of day?
The house is winning the deadly game.
THE DEAD GAME
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Carl Rabus – Spassky Gate in Moscow (detail)
The clouds circle around
They bring the moon closer
And light up the windows
Where faces watch the night
Glistening water so deep,
I see it in my half sleep.
Rays of white over it all,
Giving it a mighty pall.
What lives beyond the norm?
Something with a dark form.
It rises from the glowing wet.
It’s definitely not a pet.
With a body muscular and strong.
It could be Wolf but let me be wrong.
THE DEAD GAME
It lights up quick.
It burns out fast.
I’m left in its wake
with the burnt ashes
of my aching heart.
TWO-FACED WONDER
Beautiful rose.
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns.
Bright in the sunshine.
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.
