I WAIT IN SILENCE

I wait for darkness.

When The Dead walk.

They rise from hiding.

They walk the nights.

And free The Dead souls.

I wait in silence.

Patiently.

The sun sets.

The moon rises.

And I wait.

THE DEAD GAME

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A HOLE IN THE WOODS

 

 

A HOLE IN THE WOODS

 

A  circle of fear.

We mustn’t go near.

It calls in the night.

A harrowing sight.

Pebbles and dirt are pulled in.

It offers a deadly sin.

The Dead are waiting inside.

I’m going to run and hide.

 

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SHIMMERING HAZE

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Haze covers the town.

But please do not frown.

Secrets are concealed.

The Dead are revealed.

We come in the fog.

The mist we don’t hog.

We’ll share it with you.

A shimmering blue.

The moon shines its glare.

On those who come here.

Frolic in the night.

Just keep in our sight.

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THE LIGHTHOUSE

THE LIGHTHOUSE“Come back to me my sweet.Take a break from the heat.An afternoon in a cool retreat.We could make our own special heat.”The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.I hesitate before I walk inside.The small room is as dark as night.I begin to tremble with fright.Maybe I should leave this place.The door slams shut in my face.I hear the voice in the airTelling me, “what fair is fair.”I intruded on this secret roomAnd so I won’t be leaving too soon.

“Come back to me my sweet.
Take a break from the heat.
An afternoon in a cool retreat.
We could make our own special heat.”
The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.
I hesitate before I walk inside.
The small room is as dark as night.
I begin to tremble with fright.
Maybe I should leave this place.
The door slams shut in my face.
I hear the voice in the air
Telling me, “what fair is fair.”
I intruded on this secret room
And so I won’t be leaving too soon.

MY SECRET

Pink Flowers

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

A SECRET DOOR

A Secret Door

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One of the secret doors of the Stift Admont library, Austria.

A SECRET DOOR

A door to mystery.

A door to adventure.

A door to my mind.

I would climb the stairs

With a precious book in hand.

Sit in the rays of the sun

And read to my heart’s content.

Hidden away in my secret place

Ready to take on any foe or force.

The sunlit pages would come to life

To bring hours of joy and contentment.

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A dark tunnel leading to nothingness.
Its entrance cleverly concealed
By our town.
Once entered,
There’s no going back.

A town,
Where time stands still,
Where time listens to no one.
Its will drives us on.

Where is the secret entrance?
Beyond which door?
Could be the door to End House.
Or maybe the door of the villagers.

A strange door the villagers have.
A door that opens to any fantasy.
Controlled by whom?
By the village sheriff.
But who really owns this door?

Questions race around Linda’s mind.
Round and round they go.
Should she search for the door?
Will it provide her answers?

Shadows cast by the trees
Tower over her.
The forest takes on a grim look.
Its features darkening and lengthening.

She should leave right now
While there’s still some light.
But she must find the door.
The door will answer all.

A twig snaps.
Leaves blow in a circle.
The circle tightens
And so does Linda’s throat.

THE DEAD GAME

A SWEET MEMORY

A step into the unknown

My father used to tell me to take

a long walk on a short pier.

I thought he was trying to get rid of me.

I would walk away.

Hurt.

We weren’t close.

We never talked.

But maybe he was trying to share something with me.

His love of the sea.

He had been a Marine in World War II.

He could have been sharing with me in his awkward way.

His love of boats and the deep, blue sea.

Now when I look out at the ocean,

I think of him.

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

A SECRET PLACE

A secret place.

A place to hide.

To call your own.

Far from the madding crowd.

To think.

Perhaps to dream.

Of better times.

Of better lives.

Of choices.

Important decisions.

To escape.

Into the darkness.

Of your own mind.

And be you.