Thread: Poetry Feast

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I thought I'd start a thread on poetry. The rule is this: Do it off the cuff. Make it up right here and right now. It doesn't even have to make sense or rhyme. Just put down what's stirring in your mind.





Spueeze my wrist
what do I feel
The blood doth exsist
But I don't know if I'm real

Pictures do apppear
in the blink of an eye
and become more clear
at the moment when I die

The meaning of it all
Is obscure and so obtruce
For I stand befor the fall
Then I'll swing from the noose

I cannot try to run
That is vainity so extreme
It's like glaring into the sun
just to catch a beam

Yes blood is in my viens
To tell my heart I am alive
But a spirit's within my soul
To tell my heart when it's time to die

By Ron Huffman 7-1-03 6:45 am

From the I will shout and you will hear. For in death shall I rise to a life without fear.

Hi NightFlight and welcom to the best Halloween forum on the net! I noticed you edited your post. soes this mean you cheeted? LOL

Oh snotty round and hard to fry.
But it is the fall and you have to die.
I cut you off to carve I'll try.
But the stuff in the can makes a better pie.



A question from your O.C.C.O.C.P. Anyone growing pumpkins for food these days?

Writting from the "Cuff", I always do

Slobbering on my cuff a time or two

For some it may be rough to rhyme all the way through

Outside my window they want me, i'm through

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

I really thought that it was weird
When I saw something moving in my beer
It was round and furry and had flaps of skin
Soaking up the suds as it looked at me and grinned

So I grabbed a fork and decided to stab
When all of a sudden it decided to grab
That fork that I was using with intention to kill
It turn the tides on me,turned it on at will

Up my nose the fork did went
Thru veins and cartlidge until one spoke got bent
Which lodged that fork very close to my brain
Causing me to pass out from the shock and from the pain

You could hear little bitty laughter
from inside my beer
As I laid dying....
I really thought....it....was....weird.



rod spain

From outside my window the little bodies beckoned

A ten O'clock appointment, serenity wrecked them

I make a slight twitch of my mailbox

They all scream shrilly, tis' attack of the pox!

As their mood restores closer to serene

The electric noises shriek from my Ravens Grin cash machine!

Huddled together under the sun of midday

grouped for "protection" this fun won't go away!

Money and tickets pass each other through the window

The drawbridge slowly cranks open and in they now go.

Screaming so loud, so as to discourage being eaten

Rumor has it the wine cellar's home to a hungry cretin

Scaring each other on opportunity from me

Memorable fun was found just how it should be

It's not October it's not even fall

Why should we have to wait for this mischievious call?

Every night of the year

Is almost enough, I'm well addicted, it's clear!





"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

Corpse,Oh Dear corpse,what do you see?
The worms that go crawling up and down your sleeves!
The maggots that go thru your leathery hide
that keep boring holes in you,some small and some wide!

You sit there a'rottin' with no place to go
cause you ain't got no muscles or tendons to show.
You sit leanin' back near the grave stones
can't feel no hurt in dem ole' rottin'bones

Just sit back relax and stare at the sky
Cause you can't see nutin' cause yo ain't got no eyes
Just sit a grinnin' with your blank face
Wit what remainin' skin you got,it looks like dried paste

Corpse,oh dear corpse,what do you see?
Just a mongrel dawg coming to take part of your knee!
Can't do nutin' to help yourself out
Can't get up and run or scream or shout.

Just sit there and take it is all that ya can do
cause yo know the dawg wants your bones and NOT your old shoe
Ain't it a shame that you have to bear all of this
But once your bones turn into dust it will all be bliss!

rod spain

He wanders the night , just a little bit dead,

Looking in windows of those supporting such fantasys

in their head.

"For you must believe my child, to sustain him whole,"

"or he will vanish, and dig tunnels toward us,to steal our soul"

"But Mommy, you said you already sold out souls for the new Hyndai

the salesman said it will last and last , forever and a day,

..and salesmen can't lie."

"Protect us salesman from this creature with no soul."

"Our protect us creature from the salesman so droll."

Stay tuned for the battle of the creatures.!
interuptted only twice to clean the bleechers!

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

I can hear you
eventhough you're dead

I will fear you
because of what you said

Can't get away
from the vioce inside

don't wanna play
your game of pride

The fact remains
that the horror is real

The reaper claims
his souls for the kill

His eyes glow red
From the blood of man

you can't disguise
a demon with an evil plan

Run for cover
In the spirit rhealm

you will discover
that spirits can overwhelm

They embrace your hate
It drives them mad

to intimidate
us all is what makes them glad

Can you feel the heat
from their silent approach

They crave the meat
in the casket on the coach

Let the reader beware
may these thoughts be understood

That evil has declared
That we are death's favorite food.

From the grave I will shout and you will cerainly hear. For in death shall I rise to a life without fear.

Three Days of Walking through cobwebs.
Yet it goes on,
forever dark, damp, my soul played for a pawn,
life should be love and loved ones, a child's smile,
mine once was, a long terrible time ago,... before the trial,
A whole town of classmates and friends
Hatefully on my jury, deciding how it ends
expressions painted by a madman poison their faces
A jury tortured with gritty underware and tight shoelaces
Legislated to sit and squirm in chairs varnished to burn
hotter before they get to hell, simple lessons to learn
"Never address satan directly, never laugh at his tie,"
Do his wretched bidding and always bid high
"Care not for your consequences, don't even wipe your hands,"
Focus on his meaning, you are just a cog in his plans."
Nothing in this life is so wrong as a liar's sweet song
None so happy as satan when God's spark in you is gone
still trying harder than most
just to become comatose compost

Who is walking through cobwebs? Not me.
I am now floating through them, gravity-free
Rising to rooftops, bird's eye view
If I had my body, Ah! the things that I could do!
There I smell a dreamer! Second floor bedroom.
I can sweep away their tension, increase their headroom
I only require borrowing their body, they are asleep anyway
I'll have it returned before the light of the next day
I have some old friends and classmates to visit
They thought they saw me done, (swallowed by the wet earth)
Though I never touched that gun.
So, for what it's worth
It's now time to have some fun!
Floating passed his window as he sits at his computer
He was the jury foreman, he said I was the "shooter"
A scratch so slow and deliberate made into the glass
sings it's nocturnal song, "Boy, he can really move his azz!"
Yes, I can make yard lights come on, without a guard dog barking
I can get you tickets from wrong side-of-street-parking
("I never park over there,.... Officer, I swear!")
I could terrorize your little sleeping children, but this would be wrong
To interfear with their wholesome childhood's wonderful song.
I could have a flock of bats follow you when on your nightly walk
I could have them tangle and redo your toupee just to hear you squak
I could make your illict rendezvous interesting
I could pretend to be her
Snap off your lame excuses
rub you against a burr
You DO have a wife at home, asleep in your bed
I am alone in a rotting box for eternity, just call me "DEAD!"
So standing under that dark meeting place
near the abandoned campus, hiding my face
I'll purr, just like her
until you kiss me, just for fun
and find those squirming maggots on your tongue
I'll be begging for more erotica, pulling on your collar
As your nightmare manhandles you as nobody hears you holler
My face will be changing as your mind goes wild
from beauty to solemn purpose of the defiled
The best part of this is, maybe you can count and know
It's only one down, elevan more to go!
Yes, I'll be creative, never doing any of them the same
and they will know I'm coming and they will greatly fear my name
Half-way through this head count, they will dig up my grave
I have decreed it, it will happen, but none to save
they will pay extra to have the box turned over
such fools playing, burying bones like some mad "Rover"
the last one left will have me dug up again
just trying to prove where his sanity has been
as he stares at my body and swears under his breath
I'll sit up and grab him and startle him to death!

(All names have ben omitted to protect the innocent, but then, who is really innocent?)

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

First of all I cheated on this one. It was written off the cuff just not right here. I wrote it on 3-18-03 as I sat in a restraunt eating lunch. Hey at least I'm honest.



The Two Faces of Eve


Eyes of tears exposing pain
Diguise her years again and again

As old as time yet so young at heart
Alas in her prime she has fallen apart

She holds her breath to take in some air
Free is the death that fancies her fair

Beyond her tongue are the songs of the past
Covered in dung, scars from the first unto last

Her children are wicked yet pure and so clean
Sure she is sickened as her babies are weaned

Blessings for honor, sins for her fame
Carressing her Father lends fuel for the flames

Desire is the item displayed in her store
Fire within the Atom array the virgins of the *****

Hidious is her face; Majesty is her glory
Inconspicous is the human race...the trajedy within her story

Hating to love loving to hate
Escalating the drug while shooving her mate

Feasting on time looking for food
Releasing the crime...untuning the tune

She lives on pride but hates iniquity
Free for this bride? Man-made uncertainty

Never shall she die death day's do declare
Forever says good bye with breath fleeing from the air

The Master of illusion...fear to the extreme
Disaster and intrusion are right under her wing

Faith is what to believe...is the song she loves to sing
As the two faces of Eve kiss her wedding ring.

From the grave I will shout and you will cerainly hear. For in death shall I rise to a life without fear.