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WOW Jon this turned out Scary :entertained: Pictures haunting 😯 Giggle..Dang 😉 :groovy: :love: :love:
Well hello folks,Elfwing here,hope all is well. Diane,Jon,Ya’ll did a great job in preparing this blog. Let’s see what I can come up with. ‘k. here goes. This one’s gona be a little on the funny side.
Night Sounds….on an October’s eve. 🙂
Out was I quite late one night,and by the cemetary I crossed,
I thought I heard a discouraging word, but twas not sure,I thought.
It sounded like scratching–the familar sort–of bearlettes,hounds or cats,
but what I heard caused a disturbing word to be uttered from me windpipe and back!
Twas the sound of the track,of moans and of howls,of sniffs and coughs and the such,
I wondered myself,what belieth this stealth–and the sounds–oh my–they lauded much.
Well,come to find out,that old brother hen–had some friends with some very fine claws,
and,they moaned and they groaned,and forever more roamed ’round the cemetary–then they sniffed and they hawled!
Well,I talked to my brother,and then to our mother,and this is what we decided;
that old brother hen,with his noisy farm friends,should reside in the barn–and stay hidded!(hidden)
copywright 10-10-2-11
by Elfwing/Brenda Brite
May the sights and sounds of these October evenings always amaze and enlighten. 🙂 Love and hugs,Elfwing. 🙂
The Old Library
Sitting still
Wanting to read chill
No one but, be grabbed a pill
Calming within after climbing hill
As reading lights begin to flicker
Not knowing what to think nor where to locate the switches
Then, look books start falling,flying coming from shelves eyes twisted
Dodging not wanting one to hit needing stitches
Lean over pick one up haunting as I read blood hisses
No way would I want her kisses
Knowing she is from the bad batch of witches
Haunting old library need out of her got the itches
‘k. here’s another.
A Walk in the Park?…….(Doeth I hear the Wolf Howl….)
Twas an Old Castle Wall that before me stood tall–all in majestic delight,
and I in my 50’s was feeling quite niffty,in me jammies and the quintessent moonlight.
Well,out from the holler(hollow) there sprang such a clammor that I nearly stood on me head–
for out past the graveyard there stood quite a knave- hard- and all dressed in his armour–but naked!
When I asked him the reason for his iron clad feelings of impetuous rollicking gait-
He said”my dear lady,you might think I’m crazy-but there’s something a chasin’ me fate!
I asked him”Dear Sir,what in the world-would possess you to act thus this way?
And,he said with a hurl and distingushed unfurls–me wife’s chasing me–with me hatchet and blade! 😯
😯 😯 😯 copywright 10-19-2011
by Elfwing/Brenda Brite
This very handsome fellow had quite a night–and then some,lol! May all your nights be safe,and wonderfully sound. Love and hugs,Elfwing. Happy trolling!
Feeling the scariness. Awesome blog and poetry. Happy Thursday!
Good evening everyone… it’s late here in Ohio and I will be back tomorrow afternoon to read from everyone… have a good night!
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A mean and meager man was Robert Stark, —
Cursed and crude, shrewd, shriveled, morose.
A miser was he, with a miser’s hawkish nose,
And eyes like silver dollars in the dark.
His thin, pinched mouth was nothing but a mark;
And when he spoke words spat like heavy blows
Through tobacco stained teeth a few snarled words and close,
As if a cur were miserly with its bark.
Glad for the rumors of his hard renown,
Year after year he shambled through the town, —
A loveless exile moving with a gnarled carved staff;
And occasionally, there crept into his ears
A sound of someones pity, touched with tears,
And then (and only then) did Robert laugh.
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This is a form my friend Sonnets created. It’s a marriage of a Pantoum and a Terzanelle…
Demon Slayer
(Pantoumelle)
An evil man with a scowl on his face
King of the demons, he’s lost not a fight
A charming green monster with lots of grace
A demon slayer in the fray
Masterful fighter he is strong
It’s time to kiss your soul away
He’s fought with sword for oh so long
The victims he’s piled up, a gruesome sight
With the skill of a butcher in each slice
King of the demons, he’s lost not a fight
Masterful fighter he is strong
Meet him in battle then you pray
He’s fought with sword for oh so long
This fighter fills you with dismay
You think you can take him, you best think twice
A natural born killer without fear
With the skill of a butcher in each slice
Meet him in battle then you pray
So determined that he will win
This fighter fills you with dismay
Fear he inspires with chagrin
A razor sharp blade to cut you ear to ear
If your not afraid, you might want to start
A natural born killer without fear
So determined that he will win
It’s time to kiss your soul away
Fear he inspires with chagrin
A demon slayer in the fray
He’ll slice you to pieces, cut out your heart
Stay away from this killer if you can
If your not afraid, you might want to start
If you meet him, run would be your best plan
Stay away from this killer if you can
An evil man with a scowl on his face
A charming green monster with lots of grace
A Collab By Rebel and Sonnets
09/13/2011
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Dark horror, answer my call!
Dark beast make your retreat
From this graveside’s moss-covered seat
Beneath the Churches clapboard wall
My heart trembles in the oak trees shade
Where in midnight gloom, alone,
I love to lie and listen
The nearby river hissin’
And listen to the deep dull groan
Of some perturbed spirit who’s alight
Drifting fitful on the heavy breeze tonight.
Perhaps, over some far off hill
You mark the traveling stray,
Confused on his lonely way,
When, loud roaring and chill,
These evening winds of winter blow
deep drifts of dismal snow.
Or if your rage should form,
When in the midnight deep
The dark black-winged terrors sweep
From some high cliff the darkest storm,
Cackling in strange delight
As the black billows and thunder rave
When by the lightnings jagged light
you see a foundering ship sink beneath the wave.
Dark horror! take me where the dead do fight
Scattering blood drops like rain on the stormy gale,
When by the Moon’s faint beam,
On many dead corpses shines the dew of night
And a dead silence stills the night to no avail
except at times is heard the raven’s scream.
Black horror! speed us to our bed of Death,
Where the dead’s murderous power hits the shore
Pounding with the haunting plagues of war,
Struggling with your last breath,
Then to your wildly-bulging eyes
The phantoms of the murdered rise,
Then on your ringing ear
Groans for vengeance and a Demon yells
In one heart-pounding chorus swells.
Cold sweat on your brow like mornings dew,
And night eternally darkens your view.
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I’m not fully awake ~ I slept pretty hard last night! I’ll try to make it back after work today
I’m so tired.
All I do is cry and ponder.
Everything is so heavy on my heart.
I’m torn apart.
Numbed but what is happening in my life .
People caucusing me so much strife .
So much screaming in this house.
So much sorrow to be happy about.
There is so much doubt .
My soul is reaching for the peace I don’t know.
In my home it is so cold.
I believe I’ll never find my way back home.
Sadness covers me like a blanket.
I can’t take it.
Every breath I take leads me into deeper silence
I’m trapped in a very bad time.
The only outlet I have is in rhyme .
I can’t do this on my own.
So come and free me.
It’s so heavy on my heart.
I’m being pulled apart.
I feel sorrow starting to rise in my eyes.
I feel helpless has a dying rhyme.
I’m stuck in a rut.
But it’s the kind make my whole world come tumbling down before my eyes.
There is no miracle coming into site.
I can’t breath to fight for my life.
And the canvas of my life is painted in black.
No colors to bring me back.
I’m just frozen , cold and torn.
There is no light for tomorrow.
I’m on borrowed time.
Every dream is fading .
I’m lost in the sea of tears.
I’m hidden behind all my fears.
There is nowhere to escape my night mare.
I’m just wilting away waiting to die.
Still seems like Thursdays are the only days lately where I have some spare time … oddly, I started this one for the mirror theme and decided it was too dark – for everything a time and place …
Knowing this will be impossible to decipher, here is the text:
Viscosity
Follow your eyes through the thin smoky glass,
past tears and fears, old hopes and vanity;
observe where the white-hot slurry is cast,
still bounded by the edge of sanity.
Hear the deadened beat of shuddering hearts,
pounding loudly, icy hails of madness;
‘tis when constancy fails that anguish starts,
spiraling down toward a pit of blackness.
Go to where the aphotic other looms,
your apocalyptic knight of terror,
shackled from access to all silvered rooms,
strapped to the backside of ev’ry mirror.
Leaden with sand, fired with intensity,
it bears a self-reflection to beware;
restricted by the rules of density,
without preferment, confined to its lair.
In sowing your fortune, heed now your crop;
what’s lightest to reap will rise to the top.
© Ted Meredith, October 2011
my sweet’s a few years back I had fun at a haunt write fest so I will be a writing a bunch…
you don’t like it too bad I love to write and I so do love reading all of you here ! your
awesomely haunting Oh Jon I hadda Dream of that hand circle thingy except it had leg’s in it also!
it was coming after me at my bed it mas a narcoleptic dream a bit of a terror mare there!
so Happy Haunting.. please do not take these personal cause non of them are!
hug’s and love! :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
This was inspired by Cheryl’s repost.
you have to watch this ahhahahahhahah!!!
they called me shock
for short…..
Shock Treatment
Performed on me
Zapped with lightning
Needles and chemistry
I was made in a Laboratory
Instruments inserted in my brain
Energy surged lightning came
I had no soul to me heaven sent
Shock Treatment
Hey guy’s here ya-go! Remember this one
hope you like
WoW Fantastic blog you all have made :groovy: Dark Writes, some as life making ones think and some precious but, all are Special like you:)..Thank you, again for you, your ink 😀
For making Thursday Thematic Attic what it is with memories to keep, share :love: :love: :love: ..LoveYouAre 😉
WOLF ALISE
Wolf wolf
Every where I look
There are wolves
Wolverine wolfhound
Wolfin at me here and there
Wolverhampton and scary cra
Eye bloggin
Who shot john
Wolves outta hell
Are commin fer me and u joe
Weees gots ta git up outta hem now
Head fer the hill oh wait thats where they came from
Satans ‘a live
Where did all theses bugger come from
Bogieman boogie wilfredo gotta go man go
I scream ‘a loud big bad wolf where did you git those eyes
Pulverize resolver bloggin bootleggin so scary
Creepy crawlin spookalicipou scrumptious just plain fear
Even the w icky wacky
Glow in the dark boogie man
Scares the heedbeepgeebees outta me
They all come at you at once
You toss and turn
To the left to the right they are every where run run for your life
Written By: Bettie Davis —————— © October 18 , 2o11
Dang Scary wolfs with write tonight sis 😯 :entertained: ..Run, run I would if not have a heart attack lst :groovy: 😉 :love: :love:
I’ve always felt comfortable with darkness-I’m sure it’s partially due to having excellent night vision…but I think it’s also because I never though of darkness as just being the absence of light-it has it’s own independent existence, long before there was any light. There was something I wrote for someone years ago, and it would be too difficult to try and recreate it, but I was offering an invitation to walk into the night…
And if the air is too cool
I’ll reach up
And pull down the sky
Make a blanket for us
Out of darkness and stars
We’ll be hidden fron
The rest of the universe
Just the two of us
Together
Through the length
And breadth and depth
Of this eternal night