RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #121 Creep&Race

This  is  part  of  Ronovanwrites weekly  haiku  challenge. Rules  and Pingback  here 

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #121 Creep&Race

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Children creep up to

Your door, knock and race away

Tick or treat today.

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The Life race is on

Death follows us at a creep

Inevitable .

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Fear moves at a creep

Through  the night  the heart  will race

Nightmares  bring no  sleep.

Halloween: A trio of Nonets.

One upon  a dark, cold  Halloween

Monsters grew on the face of a

Most beautiful fairy Queen

At her eyes  they clustered

Magic of black Faye

All souls mustered

The Fairy

Queen to

Save.

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She was kind and  gentle,  she was fair

Known for her red eyes and black hair

Dark,sad secrets she must keep

If you knew them you’d weep

She must never love

Due to a curse

From above

Vampire

She

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Trick or  treat the children love  to play

As dark falls on all hallows day

Knock on doors and run away

Ghosts and  ghouls ask for sweets

What tricks will they play

On you on All

Hallows

Day.

Song Lyric Sunday, Scary, Creepy, Halloween

This is part of Helen Espinosa‘s Song Lyric Sunday theme. Well as Helen said it is Halloween time  :So, our theme for Song Lyric Sunday is to post a scary song.  I don’t necessarily want it to be stereotypical of Halloween, but I do want to be creeped out either by the lyrics, the music and/or the title.  So, go explore, my friends and we’ll start Halloween off early this year!

Well Helen wants to be creeped out? Let’s set aside the obvious, Thriller and Werewolves of London or even The Monster Munch.

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I really have to do more than one. Firstly let’s look at Imogen Heap’s Rake it in.

Scary

Rake it in by Imogen Heap.

Here I am here again
Tied up in your torture frame
Printed paper, guilty to blame
The story stays the same 

[Chorus]
Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me up
And rake it in
And rake it in
Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me up
Rake it in
Rake it in
Rake it in
Rake it in

A slave upon your plate
I am your dreams, yeah 
Your life and your bait
Selfish schemes, 
I proceed, you await
You my indefinite hate 

[Chorus]

Do you know what my chopping block’s for?
Do you know what my hanging braid’s for?
Do you know what my chamber maid’s for?
Do you know what I, what I have in store for you?

Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me up
Rake it in
Rake it in
Rake it in
Rake it in
Yeah,
Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me up
And rake it in
Yeah,
Drag me down
Run me out
Burn me up
And rake it in
And rake it in
Rake it in
Some more

Lyric found at 

Well I have always found these lyrics very chilling then I found this video  and it has honestly freaked me out too.

Okay well that was nasty and scary here is another  this time it’s another of my favorite singer songwriters Sia. Straight for the knife. This also has distressing lyrics and also video.

Creepy

Straight for the knife by Sia

Put on my best dress, I wanted to impress
I put a little make-up on
Put a bow in my hair, wore pretty underwear
Hoping you might take it off
Don’t know your etiquette but
I’m strapped to my chair, and it ain’t ’cause you’re pretty
You were charming, until
You saw your chance to kill your chance to make history

[Chorus:]
You went straight for the knife, and I prepared to die
Your blade it shines
Looked me straight in the eye, you turned the gas on high
Held the flame alight, you wonder why
I’m scared of fire
You wonder why you make girls cry

My mascara a mess, harsh words for your princess
Boy you, and your promises
If your goal was to love, you scored an epic miss
Now you’ll just have memories

[Chorus:]
You went straight for the knife, and I prepared to die
Your blade it shines
Looked me straight in the eye, you turned the gas on high
Held the flame alight, you wonder why
I’m scared of fire
You wonder why you make girls cry

Boy you draw me back in
I’m hungry for your bad loving
But will someone find me swinging from the rafters
From hanging on your every word

[Chorus:]
You went straight for the knife, and I prepared to die
Your blade it shines
Looked me straight in the eye, you turned the gas on high
Held the flame alight, you wonder why
I’m scared of fire
You wonder why you make girls cry
You wonder why you make girls cry

Lyrics at


Finally but not least another of my heroines Annie Lennox with Love Song for a Vampire. Need I say more?

Halloween

Love song for a Vampire by Annie Lennox.

Come into these arms again
And lay your body down 
The rhythm of this trembling heart
Is beating like a drum

It beats for you – It bleeds for you
It knows not how it sounds
For it is the drum of drums
It is the song of songs…

Once I had the rarest rose
That ever deigned to bloom.
Cruel winter chilled the bud 
And stole my flower too soon.

Oh loneliness – oh hopelessness
To search the ends of time
For there is in all the world
No greater love than mine.

Love, oh love, oh love… 
Still falls the rain… (still falls the rain) 
Love, oh love, oh, love… 
Still falls the night… 
Love, oh love, oh love…
Be mine forever…. (be mine forever)
Love, oh love, oh love….

Let me be the only one 
To keep you from the cold 
Now the floor of heaven’s lain
With stars of brightest gold

They shine for you – they shine for you 
They burn for all to see 
Come into these arms again
And set this spirit free

Well that’s all for now, and I shall tell you something else that creeped me out whilst getting two of these lyrics I was redirected to two nasty sites! That freaked me out! Needless I did not hang about and deleted them !!

Happy Halloween to you all!


The Argument

Here is  another old  Halloween  poem  this  time  from  2013 

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I know that it is  raining,  I can see that it wet

But you are my familiar  and not a blooming pet!

I have asked you nicely I have even said please

Now go and get me food or I shall infest you with flees.

 

Excuse me, Lady  Mistress, this does not seem quite right

Just where in my contract does it say I have to work for you at night!

You have run me ragged every minute of today

I am tired now and my feathers are wet and here in the warm I need to stay.

 

Pardon me! my fine feathered friend,pardon me my beauty

I am not requesting  I am demanding that you do your duty.

I am the one in charge not you , I am the tortured soul of a Vampire

You do as I bid  and brook me not.Go, go on, What are waiting for. Wet weather attire?

 

Well Mistress that would not go amiss for I am not a duck,

And if I get lost  you will miss out and that would be such bad luck.

Be Gone! Get out! and find me fresh blood

And if you play your cards right I shall dip you in the stream on your return to remove the mud.

Scare Night

A lonely tin rolls across the car park
The wind is up and it is getting dark
Turning her collar up against the rain
Walking the way she always does, again

Her footsteps match her heart beat
Hurrying towards the light of  the street.
Icy cold she begins to shiver
No umbrella she wished she had it with her.

A sound behind her makes her jump
Bringing to her throat a painful lump.
Terror and panic have her in their grasp
Searching for her key, fighting with her handbag clasp.

The street light flickers and goes out
She is scared now no doubt!
Sweat runs down her face
Her heart running wild , such a pace

Suddenly the door opens and
A huge and pale Vampire stands
He’s the most scary sight she has seen
Smiling he says your late love, Happy Halloween!

A  Halloween Poem I wrote  last  year!

Stream Of Consciousness Saturday. In and Out

This is part of LindaGHill‘s Stream. Of Consciousness Saturday. This week Linda said :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “in/out.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you’d like. Enjoy

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I am just in from taking the dog out!

Walking the dog in the wood

To get out to the field.

On an October day feels so good

Above the birds of prey wield.


Trees dressed in their Autumnal hue

The leaves block the path out

With a golden carpet, crunchy too.

A beautiful time to be out, no doubt

The Three Days,Quotes Challenge. Day 3

​​Thank  you  to Sue  Vincent   for  sending me  the  The Three Days , Quotes Challenge

I would like to invite DaleMark and Kat to join in if they would like. 

Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did – that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that – a parent’s heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.
Debra Ginsberg

Thursday Photo  Prompt#Creature#writephoto

 This is part of Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Prompt. 

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There in the dark it lies in wait

You can’t see it, it has sealed your fate.

Patiently it lurks circling in the dark 

Quicken it’s breath, can you hear,hark.
Slowly but surely it is closing in

It’s presence tingling in your skin.

Your trapped in this dark space

Closing in, you can feel your heart race.
You are on your own in this place

No escape no saving grace.

Nothing but darkness and fear

Scream as loud as you can no one will hear.
The cave is your own frightened head

The monster, your depression wishing you dead.

Yellow eyes and razor sharp fangs

You beat yourself up with hunger pangs .
There is no room for flight

You tremble and shake again in the night

The monster is massive the monster is here 

Not a wild beast  but your own inbred fear.

Thank you!

Look everyone who helped, by buying or reblogging we have done well. Well done Linda fingers crossed.x

I want to express my deepest gratitude to all who have bought and shared my novelette, All Good Stories. I’m truly grateful for this WordPress community, and I’m humbled by the outpouring of love and caring I’ve found here, from friends and strangers alike. Since I posted my plea for help, I’ve sold 79 copies and gone from #1,600,000 on the Kindle Paid Best Seller List to #14,376, which is awesome. More importantly than that, I’ve doubled the number of reviews on Amazon.com to six. Only 19 to go to reach that magic number where Amazon begins to promote my book!

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Thursday Doors: Burgundy.

Thursday Doors is a weekly feature allowing door lovers to come together to admire and share their favourite door photos from around the world. Feel free to join in on the fun by creating your own Thursday Doors post each week and then sharing it, between Thursday morning and Saturday noon (North Americaneastern time), by using the blue link-up button below Norm2.0 Thursday Doors post Here 

Doors seen in Burgandy

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The door  to  the  old  water  pumping  shed  at  the last  Gite  we  stayed in, in Burgundy. There used  to be a  chateau on the  hill opposite  the  gite  which  we  stayed  in , it is  now long gone .  Yet  the  water  pumping  station  is  still  standing  with ivy  growing  all over it.

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The  door from the  kitchen into  the laundry room.

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A door  in a  nearby  town, near  a river…. with a damp  mark.

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One  of  many  Mairie buildings, one in every  single  town.

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One  of  the Lock Keepers  on the  Nivernais, complete  with washing!

 

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