Thursday, September 23, 2021

WELCOME THE NIGHT



Welcome the night

And its friend, the moon.
Don’t take flight
From the man in the moon.

Let the moon take over

From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without hesitation or pain.

A thick blanket will fall,

Covering the earth with security.
Darkness will cover all
With its grace and purity.

The stars will twinkle and shine.

For the sun, do not pine.
It will return tomorrow morning
With no need for any worrying.

Monday, September 20, 2021

HEAR THEM ROAR

 

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Prey Art Print By Daniel Taylor


Tigers pace in their cages,

Waiting to be set free.

Animals fill the basement,

An awful sight to see.


Leashes jangle against bars.

Metal against metal rings loud.

As the gates slowly lift open,

Pointy teeth glisten without sound.


This cannot be happening.

This cannot be so.

No way are there tigers

In the basement below.


THE DEAD GAME

Monday, September 13, 2021

AN ISLAND ESCAPE



Take me away from a world without color,
A world where life is dull and grey.
I want to swim through the ocean’s waves,
Where rainbows can frolic and play.

The sun’s rays shimmer off the water,
Leaving trails of gold, yellow, and red.
Beacons of light for me to follow 
To a new land where to lay my head.

I fly through the rolling waves,
Touching down on a spot of land.
I am lifted by arms of fountains 
And laid to rest on the pink sand.

Turtles scurry away from my hand. 
Birds fly around as they have fun.
The waves recede in their farewell dance,
Leaving me alone in the sun. 

Who lives on this small island?
It’s time for me to explore
The hut of branches in the tree.
I must see if there is more. 

The steps are pretty steep.
I climb and step inside.
The room is small and dark. 
Who knows what it may hide?

I hear footsteps from the room beyond.
They’re coming closer to where I hide.
It’s too late to run for the door.
I must face whoever is inside. 

A man saunters into the room, 
Candles and two places set.
He throws me a big grin
As if I am his prized pet.

We both wait in silence.
He slowly moves toward me.
“I hope you like my surprise.”
I feel as cold as can be. 

I don’t like surprises.
Especially from him.
He keeps me at arms-length,
Not letting me in. 

I lower my eyes
From the fire in his eyes.
They’re consuming me alive.
I am burning from his lies. 

He makes an abrupt movement
And strides across the room.
He kisses me with great passion
Under the blood-red moon. 

Sunday, September 12, 2021

THE DEAD BY THE SEA


THE DEAD BY THE SEA

Come with me to the pool by the sea.
Oasis is the best place to be.
Relax by the pool or sit at the bar.
Tourists visit this place from near and far.


I think I’ll take a dip in the pool.
I am definitely not a fool.
I’d never pass up a chance for fun
Or a tan in the Florida sun.


Wait! Come and look over here.
I found a book on the chair.
A small town is a beautiful place.
I see the stunned look on your face.


Oasis Hotel resembles this one.
But it isn’t always fun in the sun.
It is a haven for The Dead.
Is the heat going to your head?


The sky is turning cloudy and dark.
I can see shadows over the park.
What’s that standing behind you?
It’s not one shadow but two.


More shadows are coming ashore.
I’m not going to wait for more.
Our destiny seems to be in this book.
I’m leaving now without a second look.


THE DEAD GAME
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Thursday, September 9, 2021

I FEEL HIM IN THE BREEZE


I feel him in the breeze.
He was born to please.
His laughter rings loud
as he rides on a cloud.
Please return to me.
The night will set us free.

THE DEAD AT HEART

Thursday, September 2, 2021

MOONLIT FOREST


Walk with me through the moonlit forest.

Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,

Never touching the ground,

Held aloft by our love and passion.

Follow me through the endless night

To a land where no man walks.

Only creatures as dark as the sky

Dare to venture forth alone.

Love has no bounds or shackles.

We will be free to display our passion,

Without retribution from humanity,

As long as you remain mine.

Come with me, my ice princess.

Step award from the burning plains,

Where the heat burns your soles,

And love is hampered by the living.

Wolf extends his hand to me.

The words flow from him,

His lips never uttering a sound,

But his meaning is as clear as can be.

We can be together forevermore.

But the other has followed us to the clearing.

He will try to take me back,

And never release his hold.

His eyes burn red with passion.

Fire follows his footsteps,

Scorching a trail through the grass,

Melting his enemy’s cold trail.

They face each other.

Hot and cold from opposite poles,

Dueling until the end of time,

Both fighting for me.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, August 29, 2021

A PERFECT OASIS


A perfect oasis on the shore.

You could not ask for anything more.

Sun and surf during the day,

But at night there’s hell to pay.

The waves welcome daily swimmers,

But at night there are no winners.

Afraid to venture out after dark,

Residents stay clear of the town park.

One night, a hanging party was had

By the dark creatures who are plain bad.

Our town is plagued by darkness and woe.

We don’t even know who is our foe.

THE DEAD GAME

by Susanne Leist

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Wednesday, August 25, 2021

FOLLOW THE PATH



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Demonic (2015)


Light the path

through the woods,

where many have gone.


Follow the puffs of smoke

to the end of the trail,

where many have gone.


Climb the broken steps

to the deserted house,

where many have gone.


Descend the staircase

to the dark basement,

where many have gone.


Face the row of doors

on the opposite wall,

where many have gone.


Open the wrong door

to the caged tigers,

where many have disappeared.


THE DEAD GAME


Monday, August 23, 2021

A DARK STORY


I’ll read you a story.

It might be too gory

for you to understand,

but I’ll give you a hand.

A blight falls on a town

that will cause you to frown.

A place of evil creatures

with dark and creepy features.

Dark shadows walk the night,

giving tourists a fright.

Florida is a scary place.

I will quicken this poem’s pace.

There’s no reason to fear.

The end is now near.

THE DEAD GAME

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