The Argument.

Here is  another old  Halloween  poem  this  time  from  2013. I bring it out every year, it’s one of my favourites, so I make no apologies.

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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 a tortured soul Vampire.

You do as I bid and don’t argue. 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.girl_gloom_rain_raven_3512_1280x1024

Scream into  the rain

Thursday photo prompt: Crescent #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the dark silhouette of a tree against a cloudy sky. The horizon is lit by the gold of dawn, while a crescent moon hangs above the tree.

This week’s prompt ~ Crescent a Nonet

Above the field bathed in silver moon light.
Waiting to launch into the night .
She yearns so for company
Hearing the pounding hearts
Below her lust starts.
Pumping red, warm
Her fangs bared
Crescent
Moon

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

 

Vlad’s Valentine

Vampire is that mess for me

I have a sweet tooth you see

Dear lady, this sweet is for you

Make in Eton, with love true.

Vampire what can I say

A treat for me on Valentine’s Day.

Yes my dear, but it comes with strings.

If you eat it you will grow fangs and wings.

Vampire I think I can live with that

I’ll even consort with your black cat.

Then my lady let’s away

We make spooky love come on lets play.

Scary October 17

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 an argument between a Vampire and her Familiar.

Image from Pixabay

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, so 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.

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Scary October 16

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 little Halloween twist.

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!”

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #119 Hunter&Moon

This  part  of  RonovanWrites  weekly  Haiku poetry  Challenge . This week Ronovan’s prompt is  Hunter  and Moon.

Rules  and Pingback here.

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JusJoJan: Altered Images

Mavis had such  long , dark and curly hair

When  she went out those  she met would  stop and stare.

Her  eyes were pools of  swirling deep emotions

Fathomless, holding  more secrets than any of the worlds’ oceans.

 

Her lips full and always  painted ruby red

Stark contrast to her pale  neck , where Vampires fed!

One close inspection  it was obvious to see

In and out those curls, the occasional flea.

 

The  come hither eyes just  meant  to suck you in

And on close inspection she has awfully  blotchy  skin.

Looking closer  her lips were far from perfection

The stench from her rotting teeth was not beyond detection.

 

First appearances are  not what they always seem

So don’t get sucked into her nightmare dream.

I am sure that you all know “All that glitters is not gold ”

And fingers should  be warm and tingly , not ice cold.

 

 

 

Mavis had such  long , dark and curly hair

When  she went out those  she met would  stop and stare.

Her  eyes were pools of  swirling deep emotions

Fathomless, holding  more secrets than any of the worlds’ oceans.

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NEVERMORE

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The was dark the wind was raw out o the moors arose the sound of  raven’s craw. The moon lit the path with silver glow and shadows danced along the hedgerow.

There she stood tall and dark, rake thin, and pale and her eyes held no spark, of life. Then came a fluttering of wings, bright of eye , sharp of claws and black shiny beaks to tear at things.

There stands the grave stone stark and cold she walks toward it her wings afold. Her trusty familiars close by her side drenched in the angry tears she cried.

The grave is open there is nothing there.! Stopped in shock she stands and stares. In rage her huge wings she flexes high and from her mouth an anguished cry issues forth for all to hear lightening flashes as a storm draws near!

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Rolling in grief longing for what she had had before, pounding on the empty tomb’s floor!I need to see him I need his touch once more I want him back how things were before! With black wings high and head inclined the raven open his beak and with mighty  craw out came the words NEVERMORE!

The Vampire Part

Blinded by the light

The roar of the grease paint the smell of the crowd the light is in her eyes and the noise is too loud. She is in the spotlight the star of the show she is flying on moonlight her talent’s aglow.

The audience gasp and shock at her amazing portrayal of her vampire role . So amazed are they by her it is as if she lives her part and  believes in it heart and sole. The theatre is hushed yet electric with her presence she holds the audience in the palm of her hand she knows what she is doing she loves it , it’s grand.

The curtains fall, the lights go out her eyes relax  she breathes relief without a doubt.She takes her bows with the rest of the cast then leaves the stage to get to her dressing room fast. Tired and exhausted she sits in her favourite chair has a welcome cup of coffee and she lets down her hair.

Everyone’s gone now she steps outside into the dark night her eyes open wide relaxed and comfortable with the dark. She heads down the alley and across the park . For a second she looses concentration and the light from the street lamp cause her consternation! Caught in the glare of the light it reveals her in her real form as a maid of the night.

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