“Are there spiders under my sheet?”
Thought a little girl so soft and sweet
“Yes” was the answer she didn’t want to hear,
as she thought to herself and shuddered with fear.
“Maybe one or two wouldn’t be so bad”
and laughed at herself for the thought she just had
“Why I could share my bed with even three or fore.”
Looking at the size of her bed she even thought more.
“Why even five or six spiders would be just fine!”
“They could play over there and this side would be mine.”
“Ten or twenty spiders would be way too many.”
as she lifted her cover hoping not to see any.
As she thought and she thought the spiders did grow.
First the size teeny weeny then bigger than her toe.
She got down to her knees then curled up on the floor
There she fell asleep and thought of spiders no more.
No spiders under her sheet but hiding under her bed.
As she slept on the floor spiders covered her head.
"Sure, dead things and the warm sunshind don't mix,.. but I like it!"
One bone, two sculls and graveyards galore,
Why is there a cow’s head on my bedroom floor?
Staring off into nothing with it’s eyes pail and gummy.
The whole things a mess and really smells funny.
Dry leaves, bumble bees and rides at the fair,
Why is the cow’s head floating up in the air?
Where would it go, there’s a roof overhead.
It can’t stay with me, no, not in my bed.
Jackets and buttons and funny bow ties
Why is this cow staring me in the eyes?
What does it want and what would it say?
With it’s body chopped off does it really need hay?
Cold floors, locked doors things I don’t want to see.
Why is this cow’s head smiling at me?
With horns and ears and eyes open wide.
Showing it’s teeth, I just want to hide!
Groans and chains and noises and fears.
Why is this cow’s head moving it’s ears?
Vanished! It’s gone now were is that head?
Could it be waiting for me? Under my bed?
Slippers and socks and boots by the door.
The cow’s head is waiting for me,
to put my feet on the floor.
"Sure, dead things and the warm sunshind don't mix,.. but I like it!"
I lie awake at night with thoughts in my head
visions of snakes and spiders all in my bed
scorpions,lizards and locusts too
maybe I'll have a nightmare or maybe I'll have two
Shadows dancing upon my sheets
hearing voices while I'm trying to sleep
creaking doors and as well as floors
these things I can't ignore
Horrible thoughts of ghouls and ghosts
what even is worse are those thoughts I hate most
of those spiders and snakes and all the things that I dread
those creepy crawly things that can get in your bed
So my advise for those who are scared of those things
these are a few items that you must bring
before turning out the light and getting comfy for the night
and they are......1)A CAN OF RAID 2)A BASEBALL BAT 3)A GARBAGE BAG TO PUT THE SQUASHED VERMIN IN 4)A SET OF CLEAN SHEETS(BECAUSE YOU DON'T WANT TO SLEEP IN A SLIMY BED) AND MOST IMORTANTLT....4) NO DOZ PILLS.
With these items close you can be sure
that with what little or no sleep
you will be able to indure.....
those thoughts in your head as you begin to dread
of those spider and snakes and other....creepy crawlly things....in your BED!
“Mommy and daddy can I please sleep with you?
There’s a monster in my room, might even be two.”
“If there hiding in your room then you go hide too.
Now go back to bed or you’ll be grumpy for school.”
He creeps down the hall on the way to his room
The thunder outside only adds to the gloom.
He opens the door and peeks in to see.
“Maybe there’s nothing here. Maybe only me.”
Rushing into bed pulling covers around him tight.
“It’s a good place to hide. I’ll hide here for the night.”
“Tighter and tighter I’ll pull these covers around me.
When the monsters go to look, they’ll have nothing to see.”
Boom room boom thunder echoes in his head
He hears a monster chewing on the legs of his bed
Crackle and crash lightning brightens his room
He hears a monster in the closet now plotting his doom
The louder the noises the deeper he hid.
No one knows his secret. No one knows what he did.
They searched and they looked and some people say,
they never found the boy. Not even this day.
"Sure, dead things and the warm sunshind don't mix,.. but I like it!"
Who is there?There is scatching everywhere!
From my closet to my bed,from my drawers to my pillow..where I lay my head.Who is there?
What's that sound?There is sratching all around!
It's times like this my worse fears appear
images of monsters that are about to come near.
What is that smell?It smells like decay that comes from the ground.
The ground of stench that lies rotted and cursed
where unspeakable things survive..but what's even worse,..HEY?!
Whose eyes are those starring at me?
Is it just one set or is it two or three?!
They are looking to see if I've gone to sleep
So it can come out quietly,so it can feast.
Wait a minute...??!!Whose fangs are those that are so brilliantly white?
That's dripping saliva and smiling with delight
That all it wants is to have me inside
to fill it's gullet so it will stay alive
What's that head that's suddenly appeared?
It has eight arms and legs and a smile from ear to ear
It's laughter that comes from the bowels below
where hellish things are born and continue to grow.
So before I die I wish to impart
these few short words before I depart
From this life I've loved and always will
I start to scream at my highest shrill
as blood starts to spert from the the edges of my mouth....
If you hear some scratching ..You Better Get OUT!!
"True" As Told To Me!
It is a former funeral palor on a Wisconsin street
Now a house for a man, his wife, a daughter so sweet
Her new boyfriend ate supper met them all
A 2 am bathroom break met grandma in the hall
She turned and "Shushed" him, he walked on back to his bed
The next day they told him just how long Grandma's been DEAD!
"Only my wife, and our daughter live here you know,"
"Grandma is gone, but we see walking to and fro."
Mr. "Boyfriend" scanned house blueprints for hidden devices
Electrical trickiness, unusual splices
None were forthcoming, nothing was found,
At 2 am the basement tablesaw was making it's distinct sound!
"Oh, pay no attention , all three residents told him
("They must all be crazy to live here? And THEY want to scold him?)
The new romance ended with Grandma's nocturnal assistence
Fear and normalcy put in the great distance
But every so often he drives through that town
Takes a gulp for courage drives that block down
His wary eyes scan the windows of the attic tower
He's facinated, he fell in love that night, but couldn't overcome the power.
A Wisconsin town, an old funeral home
He met Grandma after he died at supper throat full of chicken bone.
"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"
Come,my corpse and let's take a peek
outside of my bedroom so that we can sneek
down to the basement where we can be alone
flesh to rotting flesh,bone to rotting bone
It's been a while since the last time we chat
it was at the mosoleum and among the rats
I held your hand as you had your blank stare
then I took my brush and brushed your rotting hair
The maggots were crawling through holes in your skin
I had to super glue the cracking bones of your chin
to keep you as perfect as you have always been
my demented love for you will never end
Down here in the basement,it will be just you and I
I will keep you safe,this is a great place to hide
I will come down every single night
Dress you warmly and tuck you in tight
Each new dress you'll have on will be a sight to see
each new set of stockings around your rotted knees
In my distorted mind you'll never cease to change
even tho normal people think of me as insane
You'll be with me forever until dust you return
then I'll pick up your remains and put them in a urn
place you on my mantle and show you off with pride
then at night I'll take you to the basement where we use to hide
Great and wonderous piece of work!
Ever see the old movie Hunchback of Notre Dame with Gina Lolabridgeda, where she and hunchy lay down and turn into dust together?
your poem reminded me of that scene, I saw it when I was 10?
Great work!
"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"
Nope, Iam not shocked! This board has so much
talent. Why, you -GUYS- can do anything!!!
I have a special book, which I keep all
my Halloween poems . Handmade! The poems
will be hand-written in that orange and black
magical Halloween book. ! I feel its your
duty, -GUYS- to keep producing them!
Also, for the other
members .....who may not S@@ them here,
Please submit your work to Larry!!!!!
For publishing in the On - Line Magazine!!
Yes, they all are that well composed!
A fan ......I'll keep checking back!!
Dawn
P.s. When I -S@@- talent such as yours!
It makes me want to write better.
thanks....
Rhymes to wet the bed by.
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