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Shadows sway betwixt silvery veils stretching vapors of opaque light. Still oak trees hold no tales. Secrets are hushed by night.
Marshy green of nethermost glade... Spirits maundering cries... Echoes reach out to darkness... Fade. Footprints settle from sight.
Fathom you must - secluded endeavor. Serpents guard. Curiosity laid. Be prepared to stay forever when entering nethermost glade.
Hear the howl of the banshee's wail. Trembling leaves of green subside, giving way to spirit's sail... The summoning forces ride.
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I'll go with Cindy's lead. Here's the start of something I'm working on.
The ghosts of my mind blow wild Always there, ever since I was a boy Sometimes silent, but never absent In the darker times they move free Enslaving me
Thanks jayrex. I liked your poem, too. Very, very nice
Here's another that I think it could work here. It's ghostly because the beauty of his words, and his tortured soul have found a way to haunt me, and I think they always will.
HOMAGE by Cindy L. Keller
My feet dangle off the edge of the dock. My mind snaps awake in a dream. With a slight spin, I skim a rock. The raven beside me folds his wings.
Though limerick and voices abound, deep in his words - no greater height is found. Known well in large cities, as in small towns... A masterful man of rhyme.
His bells hearken early melodies of lore. On death's wings Godspeed him to his Lenore, hence the raven be hushed of "Nevermore". True peace he'll come to find.
The ripple expands in the water and I see my bird is not a raven, but a crow. Above my reflection, I see perfection... The smiling raven with Edgar Allan Poe.
Award winning screenwriter Available screenplays TINA DARLING - 114 page Comedy ONLY OSCAR KNOWS - 99 page Horror A SONG IN MY HEART - 94 page Drama HALLOWEEN GAMES - 105 page Drama
Rely on the hand, Dire as contraband, Real girls won’t get you off, So you have a quick toss.
Truth is it’s bad, Better be a passing fad Bringing yourself to orgasm Is like falling into a deep chasm
Be a real man, Bulk up, get yourself a tan, Because masturbation is self deceit, Woo a girl, let her give you a real treat.
HAUNTED
I'm haunted by these images of Tossy tommying off I'm haunted by the thought of this line not able to rhy...? I'm haunted by the fact some people might diss my work I'm haunted by all those who think 'stevie's a beatle jerk' I'm haunted by the chance my team won't win the flag I'm haunted by the thought of one day having a colostomy bag
But all these fears go out the door every single morn My kids wake up and hug me and I worry not no more
Substitute the word 'jerk' for 'fan'. Or possibly 'fanatic'.
Being a fellow bloke I very much doubt the opening line is completely true. I think you're amused by the fact he had the balls to write it. I should have thought of a better word than balls there. Spine. That's better. Maybe not.