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.

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I BID YOU, ADIEU

 

 

The forest torments me to no end.

I don’t want this to be a dead end.

Hot breath breathes close to my ear

as I make my way from here.

The woods are known to be haunted.

With dark whispers, I’ve been taunted.

I’ve passed this tree before.

I can’t run anymore.

The shadows are closing in.

The forest is dark as sin.

I must say goodbye to one and all.

It’s time to follow the bouncing ball.

The script has been written.

My neck has been bitten.

I bid you adieu.

A vampire, to you.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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SHADES OF GREY

Shades of Grey

 

An orange streak hits the spot

Where day and night meet a lot.

Flames float to the sky

From arms raised up high.

The light play continues through the night

As we watch and hold each other tight.

The sky lightens to shades of grey

As it welcomes the coming day.

Happy, we made it through the long, dark night.

The rising sun is a welcome sight.

A BEAUTIFUL GAZEBO

 

A beautiful gazebo.

Perfect for a wedding.

Fantasy comes to life.

Until the night.

Robed figures circle.

A noose hangs within.

It’s slipped around my neck.

I can’t move.

The figures circle faster.

The winds pick up speed.

I’m hanging.

Watching my life drift away.

A beautiful gazebo.

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

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A quiet hotel room.
Shabby furniture.
A dim light glows from
the bedside lamp.
A high-pitched sound
pierces the stale air.
The T.V. turns on.
A clown’s face appears.
He stares at you and says,
“Why are you...

 

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SEND IN THE CLOWNS

A quiet hotel room.

Shabby furniture.

A dim light glows from

the bedside lamp.

A high-pitched sound

pierces the stale air.

The T.V. turns on.

A clown’s face appears.

He stares at you and says,

“Why are you here?

How dare you enter my room.

If you don’t leave right away,

I will have to kill you.”

His hand reaches through the screen.

His body emerges.

He stands on the worn carpet.

You are no longer alone.

 

NEVER SLEEP

 

 

They never sleep.

They walk the nights.

They roam into your bedrooms

and your nightmares.

They haunt the hotel,

where the wealthy play.

They take from the best

to assuage their needs.

They never sleep.

They walk the nights.

They hide in their mansions

from the Oasis sunshine.

Dark shadows roam

the streets of our town.

They never sleep.

They walk the nights.

THE DEAD GAME

GONE FOR GOOD

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A fog rolls into town,

blanketing the streets.

A silence descends

as night takes over.

A crow watches

and waits.

The moon rises

with the creatures.

Shadows walk softly,

leaving no footsteps behind.

A trail of dead bodies 

lie scattered In their wake.

The sun opens one eye,

afraid to see the damage.

But it must rise

and shed its light.

A burden the residents

of Oasis must bear.

In silence.

In secrecy.

Until The Dead 

are gone for good.

THE DEAD GAME

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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!  

DARK ARE THE STREETS

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 

DEADLY SINS

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It comes with the sea

Following me to shore

Through the undead woods

And under the door.

A life of its own

Living in the house

In this coastal town

Alive from within.

Filled with dead bodies

And untold deadly sin.

THE DEAD GAME