Scary October 18

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem born of confusion.

Sitting on tomorrow’s shore
Wandering just what I am here for.
My brother crows remind me of the tales of old.
When good deeds were done
And rewards were paid in gold.
Every maiden had her day
Each young Knight his courtship would his damsel pay.

Tell me brother crow most dear
Why are those days no longer here.
Where are all the happy endings gone.
Do they only exist in song.
I feel so lost in this cruel world of men.
Where dreams have been banished never to be seen againimage

One-Liner Wednesday,17/10/18

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Life is too short to deal with customer service of phone company, bank or government department!

I just have not got enough life left to cope with them!

Quote from ME. After a stressful day.

Scary October 14

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is another old one of mine. The Crow Queen.

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The Crow Queen

Silently falls the snow

No words describe the sound of falling snow

Well, no words that I know. Lightly treads the crow queen. Blood red are her footprints like the petals of a rose.

I don’t know why they are so and neither do the crows!

She been to visit the grave of her human lover,

Who vowed to love her above all other.

Sadly he had lied

Mistreated her and her smallest freedom had denied.

He had paid for this with his life dying at the talons of his crow wife.

She would never forgive the human kind,

Never again trust a man, her trust had almost cost her mind.

Even so she felt grief’s pain Visited his grave again and again.

Her loving crows always accompanied her

Keeping her always in their care.

The humans knew of her visits

Drawing their plans they wished to capture her

To reek revenge and watch her die at their hands.

Yes we are a vengeful race,

We humans are two faced.

God forbid that they catch her as again our name they will disgrace.

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Scary October 13

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem can be read three ways, the bold print, the ordinary print or as one poem.

Pandora’s Box

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Don’t open the box they told her

Please be careful they implored

Keep it shut it is bad they inferred

Evil in it lurks their warnings she ignored .

Suddenly all that, which was good

They said would up and die

Did happen. She’d not done as she should

The evil was out all she could do was cry.

Scary October 12

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is a Witches worse nightmare.

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It is hard when you’re witch, Your very presence gives polite society an itch.

When you float by in your latest gown

Women scream and men hit the ground.

Now all of the above could be a boon

Were it not for the fact that it happens for the wrong reason.

Why do they goggle if you ride the moon,

It is not my job to please them.

It is enough to make you shout and scream

When your hair plays up and looks good on Halloween.

A careless sprite has cleaned the blood from your dress

Dabbed away all signs of mess.

No, no that really can’t be right looking clean and tidy on All Souls Night.

To make it worse I just received a call to say

My Vampire friends are to busy to come and play.

OH! tell me what’s a girl to do

I think I am coming down with flu.

I think I have really lost the plot, that guy over there just told me I look hot!

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Look at me, I look like a fairy, What is going on I should be Bloody Scary Mary!

No, I did not think so,

Eek! I just looked in the mirror where did all my attitude go? What is a self respecting witch to do

Some pesky imp has used all my goo !

There are only four days left until Halloween

And I look like a Fairy Queen.

It gets worse, damn,this just is not fair

None of my rags are fit to wear. They all make me look stunning . This the work of evil and cunning

I guess I shall just have to go and hide

Looking like this, the gossip I’ll never survive.

I shall just climb into a box

And dine on pig’s swill and slops. I just don’t know what I have done

I even crave a little rest in the sun??

Help, this is not right I am a creature of the night!!

Scary October 10

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is a story

The Hairdresser

Image from Pixabay

At the hairdressers, shampoo rinsing in the sink behind you, water drip drip drip.

Towel drying your tresses then combing out the knots slick slick

Time now for the magic scissor blades eating at your hair, clip clip clip.

Talk of last nights conquests, who was with who and did what dig dig dig dig.

Would you like a coffee, tea or water, coffee black no sugar, please sip sip sip .

Get the feathering done now, scissor blades flash hair falls snip snip snip snip

Oh! that’s my favourite song, oh yeah! it is just so good to dance to click click click.

Are you holidaying this year?on safari, my, me? not this year I can’t afford the trip trip trip.

The junior brings the coffee in her pretty flip flops painted toes go flip flip flip.

Spraying lacquer, styling mousse , firming gel and hot brush, hair goes flick flick flick.

A tease here, a lift there.Wow that looks good don’t ya think ! slick slick slick

Time to pay into your purse you dip zip zip ,zip

And a tip yes, another dip dip dip !

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cutting your souls

Men and women come in for styles outrageous as they dare dare dare.

Couples too come for his and hers styles and I do the pair pair pair.

They are always pleased and say my rates are fair fair fair.

They come to me once a month so I can cut their hair hair hair.

I make them beautiful so their friends will stare stare stare stare.

They say my styles are beautiful, amazing yes I have a flair flair flair.

They have no idea I am collecting their souls, they don’t care care care.

They get the unique styles they want, I get souls which I will not share share share share.

As I sweep up the cuttings from the floor, well they are spare spare spare.

I am never late, my job is my life and I live up the stairs stair stair stair.

This is my life cutting their souls for me it is like breathing air air air air ………………………..

Scary October 9

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is about evil within.

Fear

His beautiful calm face belies his fear

The evil of his of his soul grows ever near!

He strives to fight him to slay him forever

But it is a foe that defeats all his endeavor.

Brave he is but all his attempts to remove the evil

Are defeated, he rages he shouts but to no avail.

Sadly he thinks of those he loves, those he must leave

Those he does not want to hurt, for them and himself he will grieve.

The evil approaches him it is drawing near

He must go leave those he holds dear.

He will slay his beast he will be victor

He will return healed to live in peace evermore.

Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday’s #Poetry Challenge No. 105, “Color & Creepy,” #SynonymsOnly

This is my entry for Colleen Chesebro of The Fairy Whisper‘s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. This week I doing an Etheree.

Hues

Darkly

Glow black green

Scary witches

Give you chills unseen

Vampires in unsettling

Reds, robes flowing fangs showing

Unease spreading and fear growing

Tingling spines and shivering

Shadows

Dancing, familiars prancing

time to hide.


Scary October 6

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is part two of a Saga. I wrote this second part especially for this prompt.

The four horse men of the Apocalypse

Death was tired again

Clearing up after his brothers

They’d been busy causing death and pain.

Why is it my job to clear up for the others?

Wrapping his cloak around him

He was cold and Anorexic thin.

His three brothers wanted to speak

So he hoped the devastation he’d tweak.

The last time they had all got together

Things for the world had been changed forever.

Nothing now was the same

They had started a downward chain.

World leaders had all got worse

Mother Nature was under a curse.

Pestilence and famine were running amok

So war had suggest they meet at Starbucks!

Death got there early so he could think.

He ordered a coffee and sat at a table.

The others arrived before he could blink.

They greeted him warmly, we as much as they were able.

Famine was as ever hungry

Pestilence didn’t look well

War was thriving, as fit as a flea

Hi Dude they shouted you look like hell.

They all had coffee and something to eat.

The Antichrist has arrived he’s orange and yellow.

They slapped death on the back he’d best accept defeat.

You can’t protect this planet any more, Death hung his head in sorrow.

Their First Meeting is here

Thursday photo prompt: Faraway #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Faraway

Pink and blue

The sky’s new huge

Reflected in the sea

Breezes set my soul free.

——–

My eyes scan

The horizons new

Giving my life a different huge

Is this all part of the masterplan

———

A tiny speck of sand

I am held within God’s hand

He whispers in my ear

All my fears disappeare.

———

#writephoto

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