This just goes to show you can never keep a good man down!!! I sent this to my father who proudly served two tours of duty front lines of Vietnam
I am fiercely patriotic ...thank you Dad
Have you ever heard of the marching corpses
they march to and fro each night
standing at attention
a regimen of pure fright
Moaning moldy nearly fleshless bones
yet still they manage formation
clawed out from their grave
they stay true to their vocation
They muster right at midnight
this rotting motley crew
They fill ranks and parade
just like they used to do
No matter their era
or war in which they fought
all our welcome in this company
to the brotherhood it matters naught
If your most lucky and find yourself
able to get quite near
wait until midnight and this is what you will hear
Left Left. Left right left
We are soldiers we own the night
we will march till dawns first light
we may be moldy may be green
that just makes us extra mean
sound off sound off 1-2-3-4 1234
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Wild winds thalt shall blow Carry away my saddened soul Tis the time of judgment
Thanks for posting Unorthodox wonderful poem! As per your question
we hope that at least one person posts a poem a day but I as a personal
goal am trying to post a poem a day myself....I am very glad when many people contribute I love to see everyones creativity... as a side note even if you cant come up with an original poem but you know of a great poem go ahead and post its the sharing of the word that is important and the wonderful Halloween imagery it creates~
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Wild winds thalt shall blow Carry away my saddened soul Tis the time of judgment
I cannot fight the torture of sleep any longer
The demons who want me here are so much stronger
My host, in red and brown stripe, waits under a stormy sky
Merciless enjoyment lighting his murderous, ravaged eyes
Please
Heart furiously pounding, my eyes dart in his sharp claw's direction
Blood drains from my face over the murky water's reflection
Masked and steady, a shiny long machete by his side
From the lakeshore he comes for me, with self-assured strides
Don't
Thick woods blanketed by silver moonlight are my only choice
But the flight for my life is cut short by a gravelly voice
Hiding, I listen- his glutteral sounds of frustration are near
Frustration that turns to laughter as his chainsaw's spark rages clear
Hurt
Blindly panicked, with burning lungs, I race for my salvation
Toward anything that will save me from my mind's creation
And suddenly he steps before me- the biggest reason to be afraid
With a ghostly white face, his grip tightens around his butcher's blade
Me
Gasping for air, I bolt upright in the sweat-soaked bed
Terrorized by all the frenzy just inside my own head
Please God, help me--because for all my mind has just seen,
Do I dare face what is patiently waiting for me this Halloween?
Bravo......"thundering applause" Please ...Dont.....Let.....Me.....forget....to .....thank.....you..... spooky smiles my friend I almost feel like my old muse is back ....
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Wild winds thalt shall blow Carry away my saddened soul Tis the time of judgment