Scary October 8

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 Vampire’s Tale

In the shadows she stands alone

Jealous of those on their way home.

Fingers ripping at her neck,

Slowly her blood drips down her white skin.

Longingly, she weaves her dreams but her hopes wear thin.

Her thoughts full of sin, watching those who who walk in the light.

She wants their bodies she craves their fright

She needs their blood she wants to devour them whole.

Here eyes searching for a victim to steal their soul.

To infect her victim with that to which there is no cure.

She watches him as he walks home from work, clean and pure.

The burning ache deep within her drives her to distraction.

She aches for him, she burns for him , she must take action.

Blood lust makes her bold and brazen she steps out of the shadows to attract him.

He moves towards her beguiled by her pale skin.

Excited by what he sees. Her body barely covered by her cape

Attracted by her jet black eyes not knowing she is fake.

His juices rising from deep within …a desperate need to sate.

Come, she whispers licking her lips

He slides his hands along her hips

She acts all soft and coy

Moving her body to his, he’s suddenly filled with joy.

He thinks she likes him, that he will have his way

Unsuspecting he follows her into the alleyway.

From human hustle and lights they move.

The danger lights should be flashing , the warnings he refuses to hear.

Too busy to notice her eyes change colour and her lips flush blood red.

She lets him slip inside of her. Lights explode in his head.

She lets him reach his highest delight , as her fangs sink in his neck

She sucks him dry and leaves him for dead.

The Man In My Dreams

In  that  second  I  surrendered  my  soul

Gave it up totally,untouched  pure  and whole.

My senses  went  haywire, I was at  sea

His  beauty  touched  every  inch of me.

 

Unable to move  I  grew roots, I had  to stay

My  eyes I  could  not  tear  away .

Nor  did  I  care  to, desire  was  all I  felt

My blood  rushing,  my  heart  full pelt.

 

The  stars  moved  across  the  skies

I saw  the sun set  and  the moon rise.

Reaching  out  I touched his perfect  skin

I stole  a kiss, I  was lost  now in  sin.

 

He opened his eyes as I  kissed  his lips

He smiled  as I  caressed him with my  fingertips.

His Raven screamed  at  me  then took to  angry flight

He took me  to him  and held  me and  we decended into the night.

 

The  sun found  me  cold  and  wet

All life  extinguished  an empty shell.

I looked  down at  my corpse  with no  regret

Though dead  I  am  so alive under  his  spell.

 

Forever  means  forever  when a vampire  you love

Yet I  am happy  and and  my  spirit  now  flies  like  a dove!

Flamenco On Fire Forever

She is alive and primed, on fire

Taught her  body   as if on a high wire

She  flies and  swirls like  a cape  through  the air

Tossing  her  head  like  a bull, wisps slip  from her hair.

 

Her feet clip  and tap  making  sparks  and  flame

She  is  smoking  hot  and on  top of her game.

No longer  in the  first  flush of  youth

Yet  her  beauty  is  there  and her  knowledge is  proof!

 

No  Katniss  she  older  and  wiser  she

Yet  in  tune  with  Miss  Everdeen  she strives  to be free.

Her  spirit  yearns  to escape she is on fire

She  draws us all in  to teach  and inspire .

So Katniss  as much  as I  admire and  love  you

Sadly  the  fight  you have fought  is  nothing  new

It  has  forever  been  the  work of  the  oppressed

To  stand up  and  fight , on  fire  like  the  dress.

 

 

 

Not the A to Z April Challenge : Yearn

I yearn to fly, I yearn for blue sky

I yearn to dance never  asking why

I yearn to see your blue eyes

I yearn to hold  your  hand

I yearn to  kiss your

Ruby red lips

I want

More.

 

BATZAP

Love is in Da Blog! Release!

Just Fooling  Around With Bee said :  This week is dedicated to lovers, spouses and significant others.

OMG I am stumped!  What  I  am  going  to do  is write  about  others, from the outside in  and hope  that  imsiation  will strike  before  Saturday.

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The  phone rang Bring  bring , bring bring.

The  Butterflies  in her  stomach began  to  flutter.

Reaching  for  the reciever  she prayed let it be him,

Her knees began to  buckle and her voice became a stutter.

 

Hello, hello, she  softly purred, is  that  you

It is, a sexy voice  answered, are you ready

I am ready,  here  and  waiting  for whatever you want  to do.

I’ll  be there in 2 minutes he said, she began to  feel unsteady.

 

OH! this  was so exciting  she could feel all her  senses rise

Hurry up  hurry up her body urged,

She had lost all her shyness and given in to her desires

This  was long  awaited,  this  lust needed to be purged.

 

Finally the  door opened  she fell into his arms

He caught her  deftly  and  kissed her, as he unzipped her skirt.

She was desparate  to have him, her hand  could  feel he was rising  to her charms.

Every part of  her was tingling  and  she so aroused his every touch  hurt.

 

They didn’t  make  the bedroom the hallway was just fine

He lifted he up onto  him  and she began to moan

He was so swollen  with waiting , yet still he took his time.

As  she sucked at  his ear she whispered, Darling , Thank God  your home.

 


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This  is  Just  fooling  around  with  Bee  Idea  for  a  February  daily  challenge! To  suit  her  spoilt  inner  child…. and  mine  come  to that so  here  we go! Hold on to your heart!  Join in  here 

 

Also to red ribbons submissions

Love is in Da Blog: The Succubus.

Just Fooling  about  with  Bee : said  I challenge you (and me) to be opinionated about “The Thing Called Love”. To allow those dark parts to express themselves and maybe to release them that way.

The Succubus   ( what is a Succubus read here )

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See me now, here I stand.

I am the vision of life at your command.

I am the stuff of your night

I am your passion and your fight as your soul takes flight.

I am the beauty that you need,

Green of eye and sweet breasts from which you feed.

Red of hair, red lips so lush

Mine is the body that in your dreams you  crush.

I am beauty, I am bold I am the body you long to behold.

I can take you up higher than the clouds

I can take you away from the crowds.

I come to you while you sleep

I am the one you long to keep.

You take of me every night, you drink of me all my parts every inch of me you devour.

I arouse you through your sleeping hours.

When you awake you are alone.

I can hear you gasp I hear you groan.

If you only give your all to me I can set you free.

Open up your soul to me I shall take it , take it all I shall suck it dry

Then into the the night I shall bear you high.

Yes give of your soul to me

I shall never set you free,

But every nerve in you will burn,

You  could of escaped  but you  did not  learn.

 

Ecstasy will bring you an eternal high

I shall ride you  til you die .

 

 

This  is  Just  fooling  around  with  Bee  Idea  for  a  February  daily  challenge! To  suit  her  spoilt  inner  child…. and  mine  come  to that so  here  we go! Hold on to your heart!  Join in  here 

Vampire Nights

In the shadows she stands jealously watching those who walk in the sun.

Fingers ripping at  her skin,slowly her  blood drips down her white skin.

Longingly, she weaves her dream where her hopes  are  spun.

Watching those who who walk in the light , her thoughts  full of sin!

 

She wants  their bodies  she craves their  souls

She needs  their blood she wants  to devour them whole.

Here eyes searching  for a victim to lure

To infect her victim  with that to which  there is no cure.

 

She watches him as  he walks home  from work tired and worn.

The  burning ache  deep within her drives  her to distraction.

She aches  for him, she burns for  him , through him she’ll be reborn.

Blood lust makes  her bold and brazen  she steps out of  the shadows to attract him.

 

He  moves  towards  her in the pale moonlight

Excited  by what he sees. Her body barely covered by her cape

Attracted  by her jet black eyes  and  her  skin so white

His juices rising from deep within  …a desperate need , it  to sate.

 

Come, she whispers licking her lips

He slides his hands along her hips

She acts all soft  and coy

Moving her body in to his, he’s suddenly filled with joy.

 

He thinks she likes him, that  he will have his way

Unsuspecting  he follows her into  the alley dark

From human hustle and lights  they move away

The danger lights  should  be flashing , the  warnings  he refuses  to hark.

 

Too busy to notice her  eyes change colour and her lips flush blood red.

She  lets  him slip inside of her she still likes to feel desired

She lets him reach  his highest delight , as her fangs sink in his neck

She sucks him dry and  for a second  mourns before leaving him for dead.

 

 

Drink of Me.

Pop my  cork and set  me free, set free and gushing.

Swirl  me round in magic dance. Be dazzled by my sparkling

Take  me slowly, ease  me free slowly  no point in rushing

Smell  my  bouquet and  feel my  body awaking up the darkling.

 

Gently I tingle  on your lips and tongue

Bringing  colour to your face and lighting up your eye

Reach  for me now  your working day is done

Imbibe of me deeply feel me enter you and help you to fly!

 

Feel my heat flowing through your veins

Tease me please me  for I shall rob  your ire

No other  mistress shall you have once I hold the reins.

Once I am inside your brain I will kill  your lust and desire.

Photo  from  Goddess_of_Wine_by_uriska.jpg

 

 

FanFoFeb : The Vampire and the Valentine Vanquished.

 

A Nonnette

She came she saw and then she conquered

She looked him straight  in the eye

Lust and desire were incurred

He vowed for her to die

Smiling  she agreed

He had his way

He did bleed

Dark day

Greed

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Why he screamed at  the silver moon

He felt his life blood ebb away

Things went black as he swooned

Not to see another day

She gave one last kiss

Red lips white skin

Such short bliss

Sweet sin

Fate.

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Post on your site, and join FanFoFeb . The rules are easy!

1. It’s never too late to join in, since the “FanFoFeb   Fantasy for February lasts all month . (it doesn’t have to be a post) counts as a “post.” If it makes it to WordPress that day, great! If it waits a week to get from the sticky note to your screen, no problem!
2. If you write a FanFoFeb  . post on your blog, you can ping it back to the above link to make sure everyone participating knows where to find it.
3. Write anything!
4. Have fun!

 

 

 

 

FanFoFeb : The Lovers

The Lovers

The Lovers

Meet me at the station she said.

I will he replied, his mind in her bed.

Smothering a smile she shifted her legs

I need you honey, come he begs, begs.

 

Here feet tip tap along, in a hurry

He is off and out the office, scurry

Together in a lustful embrace

Hot breath in her ear, your place, place.

 

Difficult to walk when so aroused

Her nipples harden under her blouse

Rushing now they can’t wait, breathing

Touching, exciting , needing, needing.

 

Finally  behind the door once more

Clothes scattered hastily on the floor

Legs wide soon passions are sated

Time now back to their lives, hated, hated .

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I saw  the Monotetra on Ramblings  from a Mum’s  page and wanted to have a try.

My  poem, The lovers ,  is inspired by the statue at St Pancras  Station London

Fingers  crossed I got it right!

The monotetra is a poetic form developed by Michael Walker.
Here are the basic rules:
Comprised of quatrains (four-line stanzas) in tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of 8 syllables per line.
Each quatrain consists of mono-rhymed lines (so each line in the first stanza has the same type of rhyme, as does each line in the second stanza, etc.)
The final line of each stanza repeats the same four syllables
This poem can be as short as one quatrain and as long as a poet wishes

FanFoFeb   Fantasy for February.

Post on your site, and join FanFoFeb . The rules are easy!

1. It’s never too late to join in, since the “FanFoFeb   Fantasy for February lasts all month . (it doesn’t have to be a post) counts as a “post.” If it makes it to WordPress that day, great! If it waits a week to get from the sticky note to your screen, no problem!
2. If you write a FanFoFeb  . post on your blog, you can ping it back to the above link to make sure everyone participating knows where to find it.
3. Write anything!
4. Have fun!

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