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Graveyard Ghost

There was a graveyard by my house,

I saw a ghost while sleeping on the couch.

See I had just sprained my ankle,

and was upstairs,

I slept in the basement,

usually but my muscles I did tear.

So one night I woke up to see

what was hovering close to me.

A figure was at the foot of my bed,

it was a figure that I would soon dread,

Ghost whose body was long since dead.

I told him telepathically,

to get away and please do leave.

He put on the sweater that was at my feet,

I felt better and went back to sleep.

Now one month later I did see,

another figure outside by the tree.

He was waiting at the corner for a bus,

I thought was a human I did trust.

When I drove up to the corner

he had disappeared,

The bus was still coming,

it still wasn’t near.

Another ghost comes to see if I’m o.k,

that’s what my friend did say.

No harm from the ghosts across the street,

they keep to themselves unless you

were in pain like me.

Written on Feb.21,2011 by Christina Sunrise

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Graveyard Ghost

There was a graveyard by my house,

I saw a ghost while sleeping on the couch.

See I had just sprained my ankle,

and was upstairs,

I slept in the basement,

usually but my muscles I did tear.

So one night I woke up to see

what was hovering close to me.

A figure was at the foot of my bed,

it was a figure that I would soon dread,

Ghost whose body was long since dead.

I told him telepathically,

to get away and please do leave.

He put on the sweater that was at my feet,

I felt better and went back to sleep.

Now one month later I did see,

another figure outside by the tree.

He was waiting at the corner for a bus,

I thought was a human I did trust.

When I drove up to the corner

he had disappeared,

The bus was still coming,

it still wasn’t near.

Another ghost comes to see if I’m o.k,

that’s what my friend did say.

No harm from the ghosts across the street,

they keep to themselves unless you

were in pain like me.

Written on Feb.21,2011 by Christina Sunrise

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Ghosts By Moon Lake

There’s a lake off of Moon Lake Road,

where stories are woven and retold.

about longtime gangster Al Capone.

Now I stayed in a house

right across the street,

and believe me I did not see,

but I heard a ghost talk to me.

See now legend has it,

that Al put people in this lake,

Now ghosts are around make no mistake.

I was in this house with Uncle Lenny,

he wasn’t scared for he couldn’t

hear a dropp of a penny.

He told me the ghosts leave him alone,

for they know he's handicapped

unlike his nephew Tone.

Yes, Tony said he heard them too,

I don’t know if he’s lying

or what he says is true.

All I know I don’t want to go back,

you can laugh at me and call me a quack.

I’ld rather see a ghost

then have one move my stuff,

that is scary and this I can't rebuff,

It’s not like eating at Denny’s

and having a lunch,

I believe in ghosts with an
absolute hunch.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.21,2011

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Gecko Talks to Me

“I wish I was in a human body”,
the gecko said as he walked across the screen.
He spoke to me after the ghost turned back on my t.v.
I said o.k. I won’t mess with the t.v.
Then an hour later,
the fan went on and off 1 x 3.
I just let it do its thing,
why fight with a ghost I can’t see?
Then when in the bathroom,
I heard a noise coming from the other room,
I looked to see if everything was o.k.
until the light went out
without a clue.
Now 2 weeks later,
the fan starts by itself again,
I realize it’s my ghost friend.

(Written Suzae Chevalier on August 14, 2011 )

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Moonlake Ghosts

There’s a lake off of Moon Lake Road,

where stories are woven and retold.

about longtime gangster Al Capone.

Now I stayed in a house

right across the street,

and believe me I did not see,

but I heard a ghost talk to me.

See now legend has it,

that Al put people in this lake,

Now ghosts are around make no mistake.

I was in this house with Uncle Lenny,

he wasn’t scared for he couldn’t

hear a dropp of a penny.

He told me the ghosts leave him alone,

for they know he's handicapped

unlike his nephew Tone.

Yes, Tony said he heard them too,

I don’t know if he’s lying

or what he says is true.

All I know I don’t want to go back,

you can laugh at me and call me a quack.

I’ld rather see a ghost

then have one move my stuff,

that is scary and this I can't rebuff,

It’s not like eating at Denny’s

and having a lunch,

I believe in ghosts with an
absolute hunch.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.21,2011

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Ghosts

There are ghosts in the room.
As I sit here alone, from the dark corners there
They come out of the gloom,
And they stand at my side and they lean on my chair.

There's the ghost of a Hope
That lighted my days with a fanciful glow.
In her hand is the rope
That strangled her life out. Hope was slain long ago.

But her ghost comes to-night,
With its skeleton face and expressionless eyes,
And it stands in the light,
And mocks me, and jeers me with sobs and with sighs.

There's the ghost of a Joy,
A frail, fragile thing, and I prized it too much,
And the hands that destroy
Clasped it close, and it died at the withering touch.

There's the ghost of a Love,
Born with joy, reared with hope, died in pain and unrest,
But he towers above
All the others... this ghost: yet a ghost at the best.

I am weary, and fain
Would forget all these dead: but the gibbering host
Make my struggle in vain,
In each shadowy corner there lurketh a ghost.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Ghosts By Moon Lake

There's a lake off of Moon Lake Road,

where stories are woven and retold.

about longtime gangster Al Capone.

Now I stayed in a house

right across the street,

and believe me I did not see,

but I heard a ghost talk to me.

See now legend has it,

that Al put people in this lake,

Now ghosts are around make no mistake.

I was in this house with Uncle Lenny,

he wasn't scared for he couldn't

hear a dropp of a penny.

He told me the ghosts leave him alone,

for they know he's handicapped

unlike his nephew Tone.

Yes, Tony said he heard them too,

I don't know if he's lying

or what he says is true.

All I know I don't want to go back,

you can laugh at me and call me a quack.

I'ld rather see a ghost

then have one move my stuff,

that is scary and this I can't rebuff,

It's not like eating at Denny's

and having a lunch,

I believe in ghosts with an

absolute hunch.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.21,2011

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Gecko Talks to Me

(Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 15, 2011)

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The Ghost

The yawning creak of the door
as ivy branches tap the windowpane,
dancing shadows from the candle
caught in a draught from beneath the door.
I sit in what is reputed to be a very haunted room
waiting to see a ghost no one has ever seen.
They’ve only heard the wailing
in the middle of the night.
Therefore, I’m sitting here
my imagination wanting to play tricks
on me as darkness falls.
I’ve come to help this lost wailing spirit
that seems bound to this room
and to help release it
into the heavenly light,
also to find its secret
why it is bound to this room.

The town clock chimes midnight.
I wait, but nothing happens.
Maybe the lost wailing spirit
has taken the night off.
A voice sounded from the gloom.
“Excuse me, are you still up? ”
I looked around
and there by the doorway
stood a tall dark figure there.
“Yes, how can I help you? ”
“Please put out the candle
as it is keeping me awake.”
“But this room is haunted
and I’m waiting to see the ghost.”
Then came, a hearty chuckle
from the dark figure.
“So they got you at as well.
Turn out the candle
and get good nights sleep.
There is no ghost here.
Who on earth told you that.
Whoever it was
just tell them Smiler told you so.”
The next morning
after one of the best sleeps,
I have ever had.
I told the proprietor who had invited me.
They laughed when I told them
that Smiler had told me so.
When they stopped laughing
they said. “Smiler is the ghost
we were telling you about.”

poem by David Harris
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Ghost

I'm like a ghost
Flying in the night
Im in the darkness of light

Im a ghost or at least thats how I feel
Im like a zombie
Things have taken over.

Im like a ghost
Hovering over myself
Looking down at the mess
Labelled with my name

I see the mess below me
The mess is me
Im a ghost of my formal self

Im a ghost that floats above
Im a ghost of life
A ghost of my old self
Half the person I used to be

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Big Tomato

When I was about five,

I thought tornados came alive.

Alive into a big tomato with legs,

walking up the hill to where I lived.

Waiting anxiously outside my front door,

I was afraid but wanted to see more.

I imagined a big gigantic tomato coming up the street,

I thought it be cool and thought it be neat to see.

Wind starting blowing and sky became still,

the birds disappeared, I began to feel chills.

I imagined Big Tomatoes footsteps going boom, boom, boom,

my family hid in the basement in the family room.

Sleeping downstairs was fun for me,

we were all together as a family.

Now Big Tomato never did come,

but I have fond memories of a night of fun.

Written by Christina Sunrise on May 25,2011

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Ghost Perfume

Smell of perfume fills the air,
it’s my ghost friend who is near.
I ask a question in my mind,
“Does ghost want me to see a sign? ”
Do I know perfume is real this time?
Smell of perfume by my car,
it is lingering only so far.
Not in other parts of air,
the ghost wanted me to believe
she was there.
Watching over me, to show she cares.

(By Suzae Chevalier on September 4, 2011)

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Goodbye Dream

Phone call did come in,

I felt a shiver I knew was grim.

For it was my Uncle saying to my Dad,

Grandma & Grandpa died which was sad.

Later that night,

I went into a dream filled with fright.

I dreamed of my sister upstairs,

scary it made my arm hairs glare.

My hairs stood up straight,

which I did anticipate.

Something scary

was about to happen soon,

an image of people

floated into my sister's room.

Then sister screamed

and I did jump with a boom.

Running upstairs with blankets to my side,

I ran to my sister in the nic of time.

She told me what she had just seen,

The ghost of Grandparents

saying goodbye she did glean.

This was my grandparents saying there last goodbye,

dreamed of them years later telling them

'I know you guys never died.'

Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb 21,2011

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