By LeslieP5
Down dark hallways I am led,
Decapitated, holding head.
Faced death with fear and dread.
Now to the devil I am wed.
I lie down in bloody bed,
Dripping onto floor in red.
I wish now I'd never said
I'd trade my soul for gold instead.
From this Hell, there's no escape,
As I prepare to face the fiery lake.
My only hope is I'll awake
To find this nightmare's a mistake.
Pay heed lest you'll find,
Through greed, you've lost your mind
And your fate will then be signed.
To the devil's lair, you'll be consigned.
For all eternity, you'll be confined
To the darkness and its kind.
| Author Notes | Have you traded your soul? |
By LeslieP5
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
I peer out from behind a dark veil.
Bright light my senses assail.
The void and darkness lie within,
Product of hatred and my sin.
Since you left I have no hope.
I want to hang myself with a rope.
Sinister thoughts go through my mind;
No other solution can I find.
If I can't have you, no one can,
Even if he's "the better man."
I know my intentions aren't right.
I'm blinded by jealousy and my fright.
I put my evil plan into action.
I want to see your horror reaction.
I murder your lover in front of you.
You are next, number two.
Now I have a frozen heart,
Can't be pierced by lover's dart.
Without you how shall I cope?
Got to use that hangman's rope.
| Author Notes | Unfortunately this happens in real life. I personally know a woman whose son was murdered by his soon to be x-girlfriend. They were found in his home together, her dead from a self-inflicted bullet wound. Breakups can be the most dangerous time if one of the partners is mentally unstable. |
By LeslieP5
| Author Notes |
I've never written dark. Just this once, for Dean, I turned off light and let the dark muse flow.
The crow is the symbol of death in the literature and lore of many cultures. This is the story of how the crow came to be the symbol of death. Innocently, he consumes evil; and evil, in turn, consumes him. Oscine bird: the crow is a member of this group of birds with highly developed vocalization. While it often refers to song birds, in this poem it is used in contrast to the crow's silence. |
By LeslieP5
A sunless specter hovers near
A shifting step, the sound is sly
My sanity a thin veneer
Heart stops as terror draws nearby
A shifting step, the sound is sly
I know not what, but still I fear
Heart stops as terror draws nearby
The day grows dim, no light appears
I know not what, but still I fear
For safe retreat I hope and pray
The day grows dim, no light appears
Oh Lord, help me to find my way
For safe retreat I hope and pray
My sanity a thin veneer
Oh Lord, help me to find my way
A sunless specter hovers near
| Author Notes | This started out as a Pantoum about depression, but morphed into a tale of a dark spirit haunting the author. |
By LeslieP5
| Author Notes |
The first Who Done It? Didn't make it into this book, but you can find it here:
http://www.fanstory.com/displaystory.jsp?hd=1&id=779752 Thank you to Dean for allowing me to join this wonderful collection of poetry. A glossary of terms: In criminal law, a conspiracy is an agreement between two or more persons (or crows) to commit a crime at some time in the future. Criminal law in some countries or for some conspiracies may require that at least one overt act must also have been undertaken in furtherance of that agreement, to constitute an offense. mutinous: difficult to control sequestered: providing privacy or seclusion quorum: a gathering of the minimal number of members of an organization to conduct business filibuster: a tactic for delaying or obstructing legislation by making long speeches austere: of a stern or strict bearing or demeanor; forbidding in aspect trustees: members of a governing board murder: three or more crows, a flock of crows is called a murder bing.com image |
By LeslieP5
| Author Notes |
Photographs by a personal friend who wishes to remain anonymous.
Iambic pentameter, some lines repeat. It is NOT strict blank verse. Dare in stanza two is used informally as an implied plural. A wake: a vigil kept near the body of someone who has recently passed away. The master was an austringer - one who trains a hawk. (or falconer) Falconer commonly refers one who trains any bird of prey, usually falcons or hawks. |
By LeslieP5
| Author Notes |
~*~Fictional poem~*~
My deepest thanks to Dean Kuch for allowing me to add to his book- Shifting Shadows. Poems of Darkness |
By LeslieP5
| Author Notes |
-This poem is for Dean, who gave me the opportunity to tell the dark lady's story as she restlessly wanders the night.
-The reason for her travail has been lost in legend. - Each line has ten syllables except for the last one, and that was because of the intended description. -The meter is NOT iambic. -ABAB rhyme pattern is used with a rhyming couplet at the end. -Minimal punctuation . "She'd": a contraction for "she would" (line 3) and "she had" (line 10) -Top image is courtesy of bing. -The animated image is from tenor.com |
By LeslieP5
| Author Note: | Don't be bitten |
| Author Notes |
may-hap [mey-hap, mey-hap]
adverb, Archaic. 1. perhaps. Thanks for reading... |
By LeslieP5
Little kids who hate home sweet home
pick up their little bags and go
to the deep woods where evil roams
seeking innocent children’s souls.
Phantoms famished for life essence
eat children to avoid Satan
and dark eternal damnation
that burn their evil putrid souls.
In the dark woods, children get lost
where useless screams for mom and dad
will not help escape painful death
that feeds the damned evil undead.
All mothers and fathers beware
of dangerous evil undead
that escaped from eternal hell
where malevolent Satan dwells.
Your children must be well guarded
with unwavering gentle love
teach them well to stay always safe
and protected at home sweet home.
| Author Notes |
-Free Verse, any rhyme was unintentional.
-Pictures from Google's public domain. -This chapter, is dedicated to Dean Kuch, the mastermind behind this book of horror. When I grew up in Spain and at the time, there were a lot of kidnapped and murdered children so to keep them safe parents told their children tales of horror. One of the horror stories was about an undead monster who lived in the woods that ate children and their souls. I dedicate this poem to Dean Kuch who created the book, 'Shifting Shadows Poems of Darkness' I hope you enjoyed this chapter and feel free terrorize your children with horror stories to keep the safe at home sweet home. *Gypsy* |
By LeslieP5
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language.
| Author Notes |
-Thank you to my best friend, Dean Kuch for allowing me to add this chapter to his multi-author book "Shifting Shadows, Poems of Darkness"
-Free Verse with some unintentional rhyme -Syllables pattern is 9/5/9/5 but I adjusted to 6 syllables in a couple of lines for syntax' sake The Phantom of the Opera is a novel by French writer Gaston Leroux. published on September 23, 1909, The novel is partly inspired by historical events at the Paris Opera during the nineteenth century and an apocryphal tale concerning the use of a former ballet pupil's skeleton Nowadays, it is overshadowed by the success of its various stage and film adaptations. -My pictures are from the latest Phantom of the Opera movie released in 2004~ It stars Gerard Butler in the title role of Erik and Emmy Rossum as Christine. -pictures= phantom of the opera 2004 movie -music: Tum Hi Ho Aashiqui 2 Instrument Background Music Only |
By LeslieP5
I climbed the hill to ask the widow Bright
if she had wood and water for the night.
The snow was deep and brittle, wind was high,
the clouds were thick and rolled across the sky.
The power lines went down, the merc'ry fell
and through the icy, howling twilight Hell
a figure in sneakers and sweater strode
he waved and hurried walking up the road.
The widow said to me "Now, that's a sight.
Be cold fer courtin' on the hills tonight."
But Nicki's beau had lost his stout young heart
and blizzard nor gale could keep them apart.
The boy was so smitten that he'd ignore
that Nicki was a hogwild redneck whore
No angels below nor imps up above
could make him see a thing beyond his love.
The wife slept on when I woke to the glow
of flashlight signal coming o'er the snow.
The heavyhipped honey had flipped, I said.
Go tend to Nicki, said my smaller head.
All bundled up, I lumbered through the night,
and crawled in her window-shit, what a sight!
with snow on his buns and snow on his head
he's froze harder'n rock, and twicet as dead.
I saw her blood spattered on walls, and floor
the icy footprints coming through the door
I stood there a-shaking, not chilled but shocked
my sweet little Nicki had been cold cocked.
So ponder, if you will, his dreary fate
the boy who froze to death, yet kept his date
and shun I beg you that idiot's life
with a rambling root and a violent wife.
| Author Notes |
Owing Bill Monroe's song for the title...
and if you're a horror skeptic, maybe the wife did it... |
By LeslieP5
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
His stingy griping made me sick
almost as much as his puny prick
all he did was rush off to work,
reading his Bible, the stupid jerk.
It's how his momma raised the fool
his Army dad dead, him preschool.
That old cancerous dying sack
said "Hurt my boy and I'll be back."
A house and kids is worse than jail
Big laughing Leroy, he liked tail
We danced and drank and life was swell
hung like a hoss, he's tougher'n Hell.
The Wimpling caught us late one night
he stood up noble, ready to fight
And Leroy laughed, snatching off his head
and pissing on him as he kicked and bled.
Well, life got tough after that day.
That Leroy just won't share his pay
I covered for him, he went free
To kick shit outa the kids and me.
Then one cold dark December day
the Welfare took the kids away.
Alone and scared I pray tonight
as through the frost and pale moonlight...
--I hear me whine in abject fear
but frozen solid, I'll wait right here--
She's grey and gaunt but like she said
She's coming back, with Leroy's head.
| Author Notes | cartoon designed with the poem in mind... |
By LeslieP5
| Author Notes |
My thanks to Dean Kuch for allowing me to add this chapter to his multi-author book~shifting shadows poems of darkness.
Dracula is an 1897 Gothic horror novel by Irish author Bram Stoker. Although Dracula is a work of fiction, it does contain some historical references. Transylvanian-born Vlad III Dracula of Wallachia and Bram Stoker's fictional Dracula attracted popular attention. During his main reign (1456-1462), "Vlad the Impaler" is said to have killed from 40,000 to 100,000 European civilians (political rivals, criminals, and anyone he considered "useless to humanity") and driving off the invading Ottoman Turks. Historically, the name "Dracula" is derived from the Order of the Dragon, to uphold Christianity and defend the Empire against the Ottoman Turks. The story of Dracula has been the basis for numerous films and plays. In 1931, when the play premiered in New York, it was with Bela Lugosi in the title role, Universal Studios film production. One of the most commercially successful adaptations of the story to date, the 1931 film set the standard for film and television adaptations for decades to come. |
By LeslieP5
Ten trick or treaters, noisy little swine
came sneaking on to this hillside of mine
a whiny fat'un fell
in the old dry well
and then heh heh then there were nine.
Nine trick or treaters, yestreen late
put the torch to my garden gate
but did they ever squeal
as my dobie had a meal
And then by gum there were only eight.
Eight trick or treaters, no reason given
trampled my cat into feline heaven
one chased my hog
out into the bog
sank like a rock and then there were seven
Seven trick or treaters, insufferable pricks,
pelted my windows with feces and sticks
but through the trapdoor
in my back porch floor
one fell, and then there were six
Six trick or treaters, skulking in my drive
but I'd had just about enough of that jive
I'd put down a Bouncing Betty
the mess it made sure was not pretty
the next head count said now there were five.
Five trick or treaters, mauling on my door
and one was a bopper dressed like a whore
I let th' cute little hooker in
then I gave 'er some Gibley's gin
And, yep, you guessed it, then there were four.
Four trick or treaters mean as they could be
put the Charmin to my maple shade tree
one climbed way up high and fell
with a shrill ululating yell
and that, thank Satan, left only three.
Three trick or treaters, a grim and motley crew
said "Face it, Geezer- it's over. You're through."
but I quickly purchased my release
with my ten-gauge fowling piece
As the smoke cleared there were only two.
Two trick or treaters who would not run
harassed me sorely till the rising of the sun
I fought for my life
with a rusty butcher knife
ended up with a lot of cutlets and one.
One trick or treater, disguise undone,
Said "Holy shit, that sure was fun!"
He joined me and hooker for a cup
of coffee as the sun came up.
The place was a wreck, but now there were none.
| Author Notes | Don't be alarmed... a bopper is a teeny old enough to be an active party girl... |
By LeslieP5
| Author Notes |
AUTHOR THANKS
I like to thank, Dean Kuch for allowing me to add a chapter to his terrorizing multi-author book ''Shifting Shadows. Poems of Darkness''. Horror has been my favorite genre since I was a little girl, reading ''Tales from the Crypt Comic Books. And I never stopped loving horror-- kinds. My favorite author is Stephen King, and my favorite poet, Dean Kuch. Big shocker, they both write horror. LOL I admire Dean for his mastery of the literary and visual arts Not only in horror but in a variety of poems, stories, and multi-author books. He has been an inspiration to me since I joined FansStory a year ago. My intention is not to 'copy' Dean's work, as some of my reviewers say. It would be impossible at my present stage as a poet But someday I will. Watch out, Dean! AUTHOR NOTES *The main image is a picture of a surreal painting I painted. It's of Medusa Dancing with the Grim Reaper. Why is she dancing with the Grim Reaper? I have a crush on him. I don't know why. LOL They look like they are fighting but take my word, they're dancing. Media = acrylic paint and watercolor on canvas. I used Windows Paint, to add my signature in bigger font and a frame. *The first pic after mine, is by Adalah Sosok Terkenal Dalam Kisah ( I am not sure if this is one artist or a tribe. LOL *Other pictures are from the public domain- in Google. Words Used Glossary Medusa-Greek Mythology character with snakes in her hair who turned gazers to stone Myriad -countless Phorcys and Ceto- Medusa's parents Perseus- hero who beheaded Medusa Effigy - sculpture, statue Thank you for reading my horror/fantasy poem. *Gypsy Hugs* |
By LeslieP5
| Author Notes |
The Phantom of the Opera is a novel by French writer Gaston Leroux. 1909
There have been thousandds of movies and broadway shows, since the novel was written. One of the latest movies~ The Phantom of the Opera is a 2004 British film adaptation of Andrew Lloyd Webber's 1986 musical of the same name, It stars Gerard Butler in the title role, Emmy Rossum as Christine DaaƩ, Patrick Wilson as Raoul, Miranda Richardson as Madame Giry, and Minnie Driver as Carlotta Giudicelli. |
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