Sunday, April 24, 2022

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 by the bar.
Tourists visit this place from near and far.

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

Shadows come ashore.
I won’t wait for more.
Our destiny seems to be in this book.
I’m leaving now without a second look.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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Wednesday, April 13, 2022

MEET ME IN THE BLUE


Blue colors my vision

with perfect precision.

It coats the sky

as hawks fly by.

Color blankets the street

and each person you meet.

Blue mist fills the air

as shadows draw near.

The blue brings us close

to what we fear most.

MEET ME IN MAINE

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Monday, April 11, 2022

RED HOT WAVES


Red hot waves lap at the shore,

bringing with them blood and gore.

Paradise has come to an end.

Death is right around the bend.

Florida will never be the same

once we play The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME

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Sunday, April 10, 2022

WELCOME THE NIGHT


Welcome the night
And its good friend, the moon.
Do not 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 severe pain.

A thick blanket will fall,

Giving the earth security.
Darkness will cover all
With its fine grace and purity.

For the sun, no need to pine.

Don’t waste precious time mourning.

The stars will twinkle and shine.

The sun will rise come morning.

ALIVE AT NIGHT

The wood floor creaks.

I slowly turn around.

Where are The Dead freaks?

I hear no other sound.

The lights flicker.

Can the rumors be true?

I feel sicker.

The Dead will take me too.

I can see their faces.

Dark eyes stare at me.

They take their places.

I’ll never be free.

I run through the hall,

But I’m running in place.

I give up and fall.

A grin covers his face.

He leers at me.

Eyes glowing bright red.

A sight to see.

I flee toward my bed.

He lifts me in his arms.

We fly into the dark night.

I won’t fall for his charms.

The Dead come alive at night.

THE DEAD GAME

WITHOUT FEAR


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I see him in my mind’s eye.

He is dead, and so am I.

He floats alone in the ocean.

We have taken the dark potion.

He drifts near,

Without fear.

I long to touch his face,

Not of the human race.

My spirit glides free.

And soon so shall he.