Showing posts with label playground. Show all posts
Showing posts with label playground. Show all posts

Sunday, December 20, 2020

FLORIDA FUN


No vampires in the hot sun.

It’s Florida’s playground for fun.

The nights are their chosen den.

Come and frolic in their playpen.

♦

THE DEAD GAME

♦

by Susanne Leist

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Thursday, December 10, 2020

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

DARK PLAYGROUND


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They fly through the trees
Over the deadly mist
Landing in the forest
Where no man walks
And no light penetrates
this nightly playground


THE DEAD GAME

Thursday, August 17, 2017

NO SURVIVORS


They fly through the trees.
Over the deadly mist.
Landing in the forest.
Where no man walks.
No light penetrates.
No laughter follows.
The realm of The Dead.
Their nightly playground.
Games with no survivors.
THE DEAD...
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They fly through the trees.
Over the deadly mist.
Landing in the forest.
Where no man walks.
No light penetrates.
No laughter follows.
The realm of The Dead.
Their nightly playground.
Games with no survivors.
THE DEAD GAME

Monday, May 8, 2017

HOTTER THAN HELL


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Hotter than hell is their playground.
Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.
They wait for their day of salvation.
When they can ride in the storm.
They grow impatient for the invasion.
The end of life as we know it.
I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.
The whispers brought forth from below.
It’s time for us to gather ammunition.
Before our poor town is nothing at all.

THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, March 12, 2017

DEATH FOLLOWS ME



Death follows me.
Wherever I go.
Taking all.
The young and old.
At play.
In the playgrounds.
At rest.
In their beds.
All fall to The Dead.
They will not take me.
Never.
THE DEAD GAME

Monday, November 14, 2016

AUTUMN IN THE AIR


Howautumnal

Whipping through the air
In colors of orange and green.
Falling by your feet,
A playground for a child.
The child in you.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

REALM OF THE DEAD




They fly through the trees.
Over the deadly mist.
Landing in the forest.
Where no man walks.
No light penetrates.
No laughter follows.
The realm of The Dead.
Their nightly playground.
Games with no survivors.
THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, November 16, 2014

THE DEAD'S PLAYGROUND



THE DEAD’S PLAYGROUND
The Dead have taken over the playground,
where children had once played and frolicked.
The Dead wander
past the still swings
and empty slides.
Echoes of voices drift in the air.
Will the children ever return?
Will The Dead ever leave the town?
Only The Dead know.
THE DEAD GAME
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