Monday, December 24, 2018

A TWO-FACED WONDER




A TWO-FACED WONDER

Beautiful rose.
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns.
Bright in the sunshine.
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.



THE CRIMSON REFLECTION


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THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

The sky’s crimson reflection
mars the ocean’s blue surface.
As the sun sets for the night,
it hides behind the darkening clouds.
The sky dips into its bag of tricks
to bring forth a yellowed moon.
As the sky becomes inky black,
the water flows blood red.
From the murky depths,
dark creatures rise this night.
Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,
leaving bloody footprints in the sand.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

Saturday, December 22, 2018

PARTY IN A GLASS HOUSE




Snow falls.
Music floats in the air.
Inside the glass house,
the guests dance.
Their images reflect on the
sparkling walls.
Champagne flows
and so does the blood.
The clock strikes midnight.
The dance floor empties.
We are alone.
The games have begun.
THE DEAD GAME

ONCE IS ENOUGH




ONCE IS ENOUGH
The simple.
The pure.
The first time.
Done once.
And done the right way.

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

AN ELECTRIC STORM




Let’s scale the heights.
Be careful of the crevices.
The deep valleys.
The empty holes.
Climb the next ridge.
Enter through an opening.
Small as a fly.
Hear the blood pound.
The synapses sizzle and pop.
Journey through the darkness.
Through the unknown.
Exhilarating as an electric storm.
Colorful as a fireworks display.
A ride through space and time.

GOODBYE TO OASIS



THE DEAD GAME – Goodbye to Oasis

Big waves crashing to shore.
Can’t take anything more.
Water hitting my face.
I can’t keep this fast pace.
Creatures at my back.
My world turning black.
Fear filling me with dread.
It’s them – the walking dead.
Fleeing the streets of the town,
Sidewalks turn a muddy brown.
The horrors follow me,
Nowhere safe left for me.
I can see the church’s tower.
It used to be the town’s power.
Now it stands defeated and dark.
I must cut through the shadowed park.
What future holds for this poor town?
Where everything is upside down.
The Dead have come for us at last.
We will soon be part of its past.
THE DEAD GAME

TWEET AWAY


HELLO




A party on Friday 13th
has turned into a horror show.
I’m trapped with my friends
in the basement of End House.
The floor fills with water.
Rotating saws descend.
We swim to the other side
and are faced with three doors.
We open one.
Roars fill the inky darkness.
Wild animals pace their cages.
I turn to run.
Hot breath on my neck.
I glance back.
The cages have opened.
A tiger advances.
I close my eyes.
We are doomed to play
THE DEAD GAME.

A FIELD OF BLUEBONNETS




I walk in a field of Bluebonnets.
I thought to compose for them sonnets.
The sweet fragrance fills my soul
until I am again whole.
I feel tired as I smile
like I’ve walked a full mile.
I will make my bed
and lay down my head.
My thoughts drift so slow and low,
somewhere over the rainbow…

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

MY SECRET



Pier


MY SECRET
Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves & flowers.
I want to look at water & not towers.
Colors to brighten my day.
A place where birds come to play.
I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
I will see fish swimming by.
Not monsters lurking nearby.
Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

THE SPOT






A peek at perfection
is what I need.

A glimpse of heaven
to fill my soul.

The hot sun
to fulfill my yearnings.

It’s here for me
in this one spot.

IN THE DARKNESS


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Who sits there in the darkness?
No movement in the blackness.
As still as a fox waiting to pounce.
No hint of a ruffle or a flounce.

A soft sigh can be heard in the air.
Are those slithering snakes in her hair?
Shadows float amid the circling dust.
The walls trickle with blood or maybe rust.

The ghostly form stands tall to meet us.
She can be the hostess to greet us.
A deserted house this seems to be.
She hovers over us like a tree.

We stand alone in this bleak hall.
There won’t be dancing at this ball.
The candles flicker and go out.
I want to pull my hair and shout.

Time to leave this creepy place.
We must quicken our slow pace.
But since this is a horror story,
We will not be leaving with glory.

THE DEAD GAME
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A DARK DESTINY