Fallen

Fallen

It hung upon his bedroom door,

A khaki suit worn no more,

He left to become a man

Ideas of freedom,

Equality and peace,

His dreams were naive

At the very least!

He followed his dreams,

To lands afar,

His dreams were wished upon to a wandering star,

He did his best, fought alongside his comrades,

The same as him, mainly lads, 

They witnessed  death ,blood, and gore, 

Inside the boy was killed  he was a lad no more, 

As a man his life was short 

The killing machines held their own kangaroo court. 

He returned to his homeland laid in a box,

His life deceased and memories locked 

It hangs upon his bedroom door,

A khaki suit worn no more, 

Only the memories of the fine boy he'd been, 

 All his potential for greatness, silenced, unseen!

Remembering all those all over the world who have fallen in the quest for peace!

Winter Survival

Winter Survival 

Iced winds chill the atmosphere, 

Causing strife, worry and morbid fear, 

Cutting through to every fibre, 

No choice but to become a survivor! 

Plumage gone, deceased! 

As icy winds strengthen like some Maddening beast, 

Cutting through every fibre, 

Only choice to be strong, become a survivor!

Warmer winds and sun that shines, 

Will return in its time, 

 Warming through to every fibre, 

Proving to one and all,... WE are survivors!

Picture by Sueann check out her site for more fab pictures. 

A Collection Regurgitated For Halloween

A Collection  Regurgitated For Halloween 

With Just over a week to go I thought it a good idea to put all my Halloween inspired poems and rhymes in one place ...hope you enjoy and if you you do please leave a comment hope you get spooked this Halloween  ..check out the links at the end of this post for some longer spooks ! 

Cracks 

Halloween approaches as autumn encroaches 

The structures of all worlds fractured and torn 

No-one or nothing prepare for what is to be born, 

In the heavens above are gods who are misunderstood 

Us 'twixt between, angry at governments, not good! 

Then there is those way down below, 

Where no mortal man wants or dreams to go.

Awaiting this date to avenge their fate. 

Small cracks which have appeared 

Things needing mending but mere mortals sneer, 

Allowing their societies to riot, spread notoriety, 

The undead seize their chances to walk amongst men 

Hoping their gods may this time pardon them,

They are the undead condemned to fiery hell, 

A peaceful existence would not bode well 

The murders, rapists and all of life's scum 

Become the undead or zombies if they don't succumb

To an ordered pleasant reality 

A human race, loving and respecting community. 

But those cracks that have appeared in our earthly existence, 

Negate our guarantee of evil resistance! 

So if pavement cracks suddenly appear 

Scream loudly, scream out in fear !

In hope that your fellow man 

Will help you fight evil if he can 

But the horror of this world 

Is that people's ability for empathy is unfurled 

Evil is not the zombies or the undead 

Fear only those that breathe instead !

Behind Closed Doors

Behind Closed Doors 

Shush quiet Can you hear ?

Your closest neighbours Screaming in fear

Vibrating through the earthly still

A blood curling, piercing, spine chilling,shrill,

Behind close doors where few may peek 

May live a hideous inhuman freak,

Only here in human form

Waiting patiently for a new moon to dawn,

Then its fangs will appear organically

His thirst for blood will grip him manically

So your neighbour who you greet

Say hello too each time you meet,

May not be all he seems,

So shush quiet

Can you hear

Your neighbour

Scream !

Jef Aerosol

A Scream In The Night

                   Scream In The Night 

As I lay with the light shining eerily off the moon,

I slept soundly, morning always came way too soon !

When suddenly, a wild piercing blood curdling scream

Startled me to a jolt from my world of dreams,

I sat bolt upright,chilled to the bone,

Something not human. possessed my home, 

Banging and thumping I could hear from afar, 

The moon light skipped in through my door ajar,

Gingerly, half asleep, I stumbled out of my bed, 

To face the confusion that was causing me dread ! 

The screaming bounced around, resonating off every wall,

I tiptoed as quiet as I could, heart beating into the hall,

The banging and screaming multiplied and amplified,

My beating heart and thumping fear became louder, fortified,

The source of the hullabaloo became clearer and clearer,

I edged up closer and closer getting nearer and nearer 

To the terrific noise, the source which was now hardcore !

As I felt along the wall with fingertips to the mouth of the door,

Entering I came face to face with a pink coloured tangle,

                            

                            

Goo Oozing out of a face that seemed mangled,

A monster possessed just wanting to fight, 

I'd completely forgot that tonight was that night

I promised, I'd take to it like a duck to water, 

A night I could look after my god-daughter 

A cuddle and coo to this little angel ensued

For if her mummy and daddy knew this story,

I would be totally screwed !!!!

Doolally Doris 

We have a haunting 

Its not that daunting 

It's an old dame called Doris 

Who use to live wild in the forest 

She is the craziest  ghost, 

 But unlike most 

She loves to act daft! 

Have a laugh!

So every Halloween 

She has the same old routine, 

She floats in to town, 

Shadows all the children around 

She chuckles and jokes 

Like a very drunken bloke 

This is her treat, 

To all of us in the street, 

BUT 

She is so spookily of her nut 

She bids us farewell 

By Cheekily 

Flashing her butt !

Anyone For A Kickabout

Anyone For A Kickabout 

We were off to visit my great great auntie Jean 

She was old, wrinkly, spindly and mean, 

Because of her big cabaggy ears 

She had a horn made of bone so she could hear 

She'd shout real loud she said to make her self clear

In her rickety rickety old house made of wood 

We played quietly like mice that was understood 

She kept strange things high up on shelves 

An eyeball in a jar and dolls that looked like elves 

From the shelves hung whips of dried up lavender

As far as I know she was never a gardener 

One night when the moon shone and I couldn't rest 

I crept down those creaky stairs quiet as I could, I tried my best 

I  sat on the bottom step and saw with my very own eyes 

The dolls come to life, turned in to their Elfy guise,

They shimmed down the lavender ropes 

                                        

Somehow with the jar aloft they kind of coped

They dance upon the jar top 

And clapped with glee when it went pop 

That staring eye was suddenly kicked out 

The elves went mad and began to shout 

The next I knew they were playing eyeball!

The eye was kicked as they played 

The eyeball rolled and gunge was splayed 

it looked like there had been a slug invasion 

Slime was all over the house on that occasion 

No one team seem to win a game 

But one of the elves became very lame 

All his kin seem suddenly scared 

And shimmed back up the lavender 

It seemed they didn't care! 

Next morning I found I fallen asleep at the bottom of the stairs 

What I saw next, tickle me all over, even my hair !

My  great great auntie Jean pick up the now still dead elf 

Looked up and counted the others were still on the shelf 

With one flick of her hand the elf melted into her hearing horn

The bit she held it by, the bit that was well worn! 

She search the floor, scoured all about, 

"where's that eyeball gone" she began to shout 

She followed some slime trails around the room 

Then she finally she spied it, it had rolled beside her broom

Never was I to return to my great great Auntie Jeans 

But I was never to forget what I swear I had seen 

So beware of old ladies with bits on very high shelves 

For they may need a new team of eyeball playing elves   

Check out these links for more intense deeper and spookier tales 

Heaven sent  A tale about not quite a normal little girl !

Penance  We all have a Penance but what is yours ?

Hope you have enjoyed some of these if so please leave a comment x 

CLEAN ME !

CLEAN ME !!

CLEAN ME, CLEAN ME !

My body screams

From the inside out 

With those damn machines 

Body screaming, shouting out, 

Organ failing that's not in doubt 

Skin itchy and lizard like. 

Body exhausted threatening to strike, 

CLEAN ME, CLEAN ME !

My body screams

Yet I have a daily fill of capsuled toxins, 

Pills popping constantly,needles stinging like scorpions 

Legs shaky on any incline 

Hook me up now, like Frankenstein! 

I finally admit I'm in defeat 

CLEAN ME, CLEAN ME !

While I'm still on my feet, 

 CLEAN ME, CLEAN ME !

My body screams ! 

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Word Order

Word Order 

It's shambolic 

Spilling all over the page, 

My feelings, my anger,

Sometimes my rage, 

Words scrambled,

Fighting for a place 

Letters needing sorting,

Put in the right case,

A beat needs established

So it gently flows, 

What to go with ?

A rhyme?

Some prose ?

Once completed, 

Its sounds good 

Kinda of neat, 

But as I go to bed 

My thoughts are 

Was it worth it, 

Will it ever be read ?

Memories

Memories 

Summer Night 1913 Albert Bloch

Memories slowly form, 
 Nostalgia creeps in like a dusky dawn 
Times long past 
Moments that are deemed to last, 
Of people and places,
Lovers faces, 
 Rivals spats, 
Segments of drunken chats, 
All brought to the fore 
A peek inside that memory door, 
That makes you and me 
Now,
What you see, 
It's the good and bad
The laughs, the sad, 
That moulds and controls
Now
 What you see 
My memories make me ! 

Submitted to Magpie Tales  check out others interpretation of this fabulous painting  

A Letter To Me

A Letter To Me 

Innocent in it's creaminess lying there 

Packaged tightly in it's little square 

Neatly scribed in the darkest ink 

What could it say? it made me think!

All those I knew used electronic means, 

To get in touch, or so it seemed, 

Everything they used made some noise 

Phones buzzing or shrilling, impossible to avoid! 

But this novel missive sent to me, 

Posed something of a mystery  

Gingerly I fingered the little square, 

Still wondering stupidly, what's in there?

I tore the triangular seal apart 

Felt the quickening of my heart,

Words blurry on a creamy, milky sheet, 

Slowly formed till they were clear and neat, 

I slowly read what was on that page 

Words that will stay with me for an age, 

Words that are meant just for me 

So my letter will remain my mystery, 

 Submitted to ; Poetry Jam where the prompt was Letters