23 Friday Oct 2020
Posted in Poetry
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She lies in darkness
Hiding, in her own shadow
Waiting, just for you
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16 Friday Oct 2020
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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Ghoulish creature in full moon light
Eerily stalking you, in ebony night
No longer hidden, the Hunter’s Moon glows
Lighting the way, with terror, he shows
A hideous face, with a sickle in hand
His quest for you, most carefully planned
Watching and waiting, he stares in the dark
Empty eyes gazing, he’s leaving his mark
Quivering soul, he’s gotten into your head
Wearing you down, no escape from the dead
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12 Monday Oct 2020
Posted in Poetry
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Painted bronze, with flecks of gold
Hidden deep, her tale, untold
Fiery hair, though life is cold
Her dreams, so oft, are nightmares
Eyes closed tightly, the world unseen
Most around her, repulsive, mean
In this place, she contravenes
Reality faltering, unawares
Though truth will never find its path
Lost forever, in the aftermath
Of evil, sinners, she feels their wrath
No love, no heart, no cares
Grieving, the past, it’s plain to see
There’s nothing there, her soul, empty
The Fates have blocked her destiny
They leave her, with unanswered prayers
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09 Friday Oct 2020
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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Perched up high, upon a branch
In the forest, dark and scary
The owl waits for his next prey
Though his mistress, quite contrary
She sits inside, in black of night
By the window, where she eyes
Creatures scurrying about the grass
And much to her surprise
One comes closer, just enough
So the door, she opens wide
Watches as it makes its way
Unsuspecting, now inside
The cauldron boils and bubbles
As the witch begins to chortle
“Trick or treat, my tasty one
It’s time for my nightly mortal”
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09 Friday Oct 2020
Posted in My Thoughts, Poetry
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For Mom, my guardian angel…
Subtle little clues
You like to leave behind
To let me know you’re with me
Making it easier to find
Boxes filled with memories
Clothes, once hung upon the door
Are now laying in the hallway
Where you’ve put them, on the floor
You really needn’t show me
I can feel your presence near
Reminding me to be careful
Of the many treasures here
I’ve wrapped them up in paper
Placed them gently, as not to break
Packed up everything I could
Oh, how my heart does ache
Yet, in very quiet moments,
When I am in your home,
I can hear you whisper
“You’ll never be alone”
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