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IT’S TIME

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The house sits alone,

Night after night.

Ghosts inhabit its walls.

Demons live below its floors,

Waiting for the night

When the moon bleeds red

And shadows walk tall.

Lights shine through the windows.

Sounds creep from the basement.

It’s time.

 

 

 

GREEN

 

 

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

A green light shows the way.

Closed doors on either side.

Cries fill the air.

A coldness descends.

Then total silence.

I inch forward.

I peer into a room.

A wheelchair sits empty.

Voices.

I step into the hallway

and follow the sounds.

The door at the end stands open.

Surgeons stand around a table.

They turn and smile at me.

They fade from sight.

Then I’m on the table.

Doctors stand above me.

I must escape.

A scalpel descends.

Too late.

WALKERS OF THE NIGHT

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Soon you’ll join us.

Walkers of the night.

Seekers of the dark.

Stand straight.

Claim what is yours.

Before the morning light.

THE DEAD GAME

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DEPTHS

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Light and dark.

Our souls.

Our feelings.

Alternating.

Soaring to highs.

Falling to lows.

New heights.

Deeper depths.

Life.

TIME HAS LEFT BEHIND

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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.

A POEM WRITTEN FOR ME! by KENNY MCPHEE — “SPOOKY SUSANNE”

 

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.

 

SPOOKY SUSANNE You enjoy a walk on the dark side, susanne if you take a train, it will be the ghost train if you have a dream, it will make you scream you like to shiver and feel the menace of demons, ghouls and shady fellers you’re into stephen king and james herbert I bet you have a rat for a pet and paranormal tendencies Nobody true, they say, but once in a while a poet can make the spine tingle with the rightness of his or her words.  May you enjoy the holy terror, my dear, forever more!

THE NIGHT

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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.

 

A Two-Faced Wonder

 

 

Beautiful rose.

Soft and velvety.

Protected by sharp thorns.

Bright in the sunshine.

Dark in the moonlight.

A two-faced wonder.

DARK ARE THE STREETS

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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