Tonight could be the last you see!
.
The night is not my enemy.When darkness falls it sets me free.
Thanks to my night adapted eyes.I take my victims by surprise.
Young healthy girls preferably, each one is chosen carefully
It is their choice to walk alone before I claim for my own
I drain their blood efficiently ‘til I have fed sufficiently
Although I know there’s sure to be a hue and cry to search for me
By the time that they are found I will have safely gone to ground
To where my coffin waits for me. I sleep peacefully
Until the sun sets in the west then I resume my nightly quest.
I stalk the city stealthily and find fresh victims easily.
Although the old legends persist they don’t believe vampires exist.
Until the night they catch my eye.Then they believe before they die.
I have to kill to satisfy the burning thirst I can’t deny
I do not slay for cruelty.I need their blood to sustain me
I am as I was meant to be. The predator you do not see
until the night you meet your fate. You may not have too long to wait
It could be you I choose tonight to satisfy my appetite.
If you are wise you’ll stay indoor, safe from night prowling predators.
I don’t suppose you’ll pay much heed. Humans are a stubborn breed
Sunday,07 March 2010.
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A too severe Penalty? ? story poem
The vampire breed grows more profuse.
According to the latest news
They have evolved and hunt by day
This frightens me I have to say.
I used to stay indoors by night
and do my chores in broad daylight.
I knew that vampires feared the sun
But now that last safeguard is gone.
They used to fear the crucifix
just as they should the heretics.
But now we have no defence at all.
Should a vampire choose to call.
They do not wear long flowing cloaks
they dress like all the other folks.
There is no way you can be sure
about the family next door
You cannot tell who you can trust.
To be quite free of the blood lust.
Even the Vicar is not free
of being watched suspiciously.
I do not mind donating blood.
I feel quite strongly that I should
but only voluntarily
and taken scientifically.
I live alone reclusively
and venture out reluctantly.
Do all my shopping on the net
which seems to be the safest bet.
I often wonder what they’ll do
when everyone’s a vampire too.
No humans left on which to prey.
They’ll have to find some other way.
To satisfy their thirst for blood
Though I have always understood.
They do not prey on their own kind
Because their systems are designed
to digest only human blood.
Their prime and only source of food
When the last of us is gone
and no one left to feast upon
They’ll be condemned eternally
to wander wailing hungrily.
A well deserv’ed punishment
for preying on the innocent
Thee is no court of last appeal
to which the vampires could apply.
But if there were could it repeal.
Established laws and let them die
I like to think perhaps they would
for vampires are misunderstood.
perhaps they did not choose to be
vampires voluntarily.
18-Oct-08
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When the time is right for M'lady Ernestine
Broad sonnet
We search for love to no avail. We try too hard and so we fail.
Although it may seem curious, fate knows much better than us.
When we are ready for a mate and then she does not hesitate.
She sets the time she sets the place, when she will bring us face to face.
With the partner of our dreams although to us it always seems.
That we have met by accident, but we did not it was by intent.
Fate knows exactly what we need and with her help we will succeed.
In finding what we have searched for. We don’t need to search anymore
We have been chosen carefully and who are we to disagree
We are quite sure our dreams come true, precisely as fate means us to.
It might be just co incidence, what matters is the consequence.
The end result is we got wed. I think that fate accomplished.
The task that she set out to do, for you love me and I love you.
You don’t find love, love will find you but not until it’s ready to..
Monday,22 March 2010
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Shadow Dancers for M 'lady Amy
The shadow which throughout the day
have hidden quietly away.
In nooks and crannies which they know
Day is their time for lying low.
When darkness falls come out to play.
Although the sunlight rules the day.
The silver moon’s in charge by night
and she has granted them the right.
To freely frolic through the night
they do not fear her gentle light.
Though when the sunrise lights the skies.
They hide again if they are wise.
Perhaps the sleep all through the day
I do not know I cannot say.
I only know it’s my delight
to see the shadows dance at night.
They can appear and disappear
but they are far too fast I fear.
For human eyes to clearly see
the shadows dancing gracefully.
Our eyes accustomed to the light
don’t work efficiently at night.
Though sometimes watching quietly
You see them dancing silently.
17-Jan-09
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Blood-Thirst
Not many people enter the contentment,
A reader of stories creates a dismal fact
Because he or she desires the bringing of facts.
In the broad bold night of the days we extend
Is a party of vampires and their victims;
Empower them to express their blood-thirst
So their realities are recognised and met
By the blood of our fathers,
The blood of our victims.
Find and seek the whole book created by us,
We freely ingest the liquid of love and hate,
The blood of blue and red,
Our blue blood is red, our blood is bled
Like a bloody liquid of the night.
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Affianced
The clock strikes twelve sonorous chimes.
The witching hour of midnight is here
the best of times the worst of times.
That vampires love and humans fear.
Upon your balcony I stand and gloat,
you lie unconscious that I am near.
I feast my hungry eyes upon your throat
I cast a spell of calm to soothe your fear.
Your raven hair upon the pillow spread,
a startling contrast of light and shade.
Your lissom figure lying safe in bed
Confirms to me the choice that I have made.
Your fresh clean blood will revitalise me
and send new fire coursing through my veins.
Stop in its tracks the lethargy
and prove an anodyne for my pains.
As mist I filter through the smallest space.
To stand beside your bed and contemplate
my latest lover from the human race.
A source of life that I appreciate.
Your beauty moves me almost to pity.
For one brief moment I hesitate
but hunger overcomes my charity.
My burning need is such I cannot wait.
Your throat’s pulsating throb in the moonlight,
The warm rich blood I see that flows inside
holds me entranced so I delay the bite.
Beguiled by the perfection of your skin
You move and I can see between your breasts
a silver crucifix reflecting light.
My frustrated blood lust screams its protest
I have no choice for this I cannot fight.
Struck by your face and form you were my choice.
A draught of nectar that would satisfy,
a meal to make an emperor rejoice.
A delight for me that you would not deny.
You are protected by that blessed cross
I am frustrated but I cannot fight
It is not fair that I should suffer loss,
The cross pays no attention to my need.
But I must feed and very soon
I leave you my delicacy
So I fly out under the moon
and break my fast greedily.
Upon a tramp much coarser fare
Than was intended for my feast
His wine soaked blood cannot compare
with yours my love not in the least.
You cross protected you this night
and I was forced to turn and flee
from power that I cannot fight.
But you my sweet are meant for me.
You will forget to wear that sign
around your neck but I can wait
and when you do then you are mine
a gift that I’ll appreciate.
Your fresh young beauty calls to me
I must and will pursue my quest
and I will watch you ceaselessly.
For you I’ve chosen as the best.
Sleep well my love and stay healthy
Enjoy your life in happiness
I know that you belong to me,
Without your cross you are helpless.
You will forget to put it on
Just one small act of carelessness
Then you become mine alone
And I’ll enjoy your tenderness.
We vampires are a patient breed.
Immortality grants us this
We wait to satisfy our need
Then we bestow the fatal kiss.
The tender kiss you do not feel
Nor do you feel that single bite
That pierces you, your blood to steal.
That rapturous moment of delight.
It’s only when you start to crave
For sweet fresh blood that’s rich and red.
An urge that brings you from your grave
You realise you are undead.
You join the ranks of predators
that stalk the dark of night to feed.
There is no justice or recourse
From the half life you’re forced to lead.
Once I was young and innocent
but she seduced me with her charm
A foolish youth on pleasure bent
I knew not that she meant me harm.
No harm I mean to you my love.
Nay I but grant eternal life
A lasting life for you and me
we can enjoy as man and wife.
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Hannibal's Lecture a cautionary tale
She was pretty clean and neat
from her head to her bare feet.
The kind of girl to whom I cater.
She looked good enough to eat.
so I did I cooked and ate her.
Now she has become part of me.
Although perhaps you won’t agree
I did the only thing I could
I made a maiden fricassee
I have to say she tasted good.
My given name is Hannibal
an unasham’ed cannibal.
I see no reason to waste meat
I am convinced that after all
Fresh human flesh is good to eat.
I was locked up but I broke free
as I think rather cleverly.
I prowl the streets in search of prey.
There is no prison can hold me.
Maybe you’ll meet me one fine day.
I do look rather ordinary
There’s nothing visible to see
to mark me out from other men
I tell you confidentially
That I intend to feast again.
Perhaps I have selected you
to be one of the chosen few
To satisfy my appetite,
to braise or roast or make a stew.
To dine upon tomorrow night
But do not worry you won’t know.
I’ll kill you with a single blow
I don’t believe in cruelty
I’ll kill you quick but cook you slow.
Enjoy you Gastronomically
Although recognise my name
I am quite certain when I claim
That should we meet one day by chance,
as part and parcel of life’s game
I would not rate a second glance.
This is the key to my success
I do not dress up to impress.
So should I ask you out to dine
there is no chance that you might guess
That the pleasure will be all mine
I’m Hannibal the Cannibal
a predatory animal
I find the taste of humans sweet
To you its reprehensible
to me you are a source of meat.
I dare to break this strict taboo
which makes me different from you
I see no reason for the ban
Although you may deny it’s true
but man has always preyed on man.
Now who am I to change the rules?
although they are not taught in schools.
I believe that they should be
If only to protect the fools.
From roving predators like me.
30-Nov-08
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What nonsense is this?
I see the moon, the moon sees me but she sees more than I can see.
I am earth bound I cannot fly but she serenely floats on high
and bathes world in silver light. Which can relieve the darkest night.
She grants to all men equally, sufficient light for them to see.
The cloak of darkness does not hide, lying in wait for prey outside
werewolves, vampires, ghosts and ghouls. The flying predators are owls,
that haunt the night on noiseless wings in search of mice and smaller things.
The silver moonlight reassures to some extent but does not cure.
ancestral fears. Although far fetched are nonetheless so deeply etched
in the collective memories of human kind. The vague unease
which is still felt by men today when darkness falls and night holds sway.
Of course does not apply to us, just to the superstitious.
18-Aug-08
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Why should you believe me?
I guarantee that you can be
from this day forth quite vampire free..
Don’t turn away, listen to me
It is quite free there is no fee.
I do not ask that you pay me
nor even ask you to agree.
Vampires can bite so suddenly
and then you live eternally.
Driven by hunger constantly
you will thirst uncontrollably.
Every throbbing throat you see
as a meal tantalisingly.
If this is what you want to be.
Then just ignore me pointedly
As people do ignorantly.
In my opinion foolishly.
No crucifix can guarantee
your permanent security.
From a blood drinking entity
Who has selected you to be.
Provider of his energy
He’ll drink your life blood thirstily.
You should consider carefully
this awful possibility.
Because there is no remedy.
Once bitten you’re condemned to be
numbered amongst the enemy
and will be so eternally
It is your choice you are quite free.
To turn away mistakenly.
Convinced that I talk crazily
Although I’m offering honestly.
That I can truly guarantee
that I can make you permanently.
Quite safe from any vampire who might be
regarding you as possibly.
A victim he can easily
subdue because you foolishly.
Refuse advice that’s offered free.
Perhaps you doubt my honesty.
So go your way but carefully
I cannot force you to agree.
Although choice saddens me.
I will continue hopefully.
To offer folks the chance to be
protected permanently for free.
from dangers which they do not see.
Although they threaten constantly.
The vampires walk abroad quite free
from questions of morality.
They can appear to be friendly
Before they pounce on you greedily.
So take my warning seriously
Some friends are not what they seem to be.
You can be fooled so easily
by monsters acting charmingly.
7-Oct-08
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I live for my dreams.
She comes to me in dreams at night.
And holds me as she used to do.
But disappears by morning light
So I am left to grieve anew..
There’s no one left to comfort me
My family are long since gone.
I wait for nightfall eagerly
Just for a while I’m not alone.
Each night before I sleep I pray
My love will come to visit me.
Although I’ll face another day
of loneliness and misery.
They say that passing time will heal.
For some perhaps it may be true.
But not for me because I feel
the anguish still of losing you.
I know somewhere you wait for me.
You can’t return and won’t go on.
You know we have eternity.
That I will follow where you’ve gone.
When death released you from your pain.
And left your spirit free to fly.
You promised me we’d meet again.
Now all I do is wonder why.
Fate decided that we should be.
Forced to go our separate ways
Parted arbitrarily.
Condemning me to lonely days.
She comes to me by night in dreams
and holds me as she used to do
When for a while at least it seems
as if my dreams will soon come true.
I pray each night I will not wake.
To be set free to rejoin you.
A journey I will gladly make.
There’s nothing here for me to do.
Tuesday,15 March 2011
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All change for M lady Adria
Familiar landmarks disappear
gradually as darkness falls.
Though if you listen you can hear
the roosting birds exchanging calls.
From nests in tree you cannot see
though you’re aware that they’re still there
Enwrapped in night fall’s mystery.
There is no way you can compare
the quiet countryside at night
with the busy and bustling day.
All life moves faster in sunlight
until the sun sets anyway.
Darkness can make the world we see
into a realm of fantasy.
26-Jul-08
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My Mom Sets the Table
Night after night my mom sets the table
full of joy she passes her hand over the green fleat
like dishes she lays her chips down
they her finest china carefully stacked
her drink is the insurance bet
night after night 21 meals are servered
6 people share the meal with her
we her family eat alone
yet night after night my mom sets the table
the table of broken dreams and poisoned meals
night after night she countinues to eat
untill is consumed
Night after night my mom sets the table
night after night we her family shallow the bitter meal she makes
Night after night my mom sets the table.....
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My Mom Sets the Table
Night after night my mom sets the table
full of joy she passes her hand over the green fleat
like dishes she lays her chips down
they her finest china carefully stacked
her drink is the insurance bet
night after night 21 meals are servered
6 people share the meal with her
we her family eat alone
yet night after night my mom sets the table
the table of broken dreams and poisoned meals
night after night she countinues to eat
untill is consumed
Night after night my mom sets the table
night after night we her family shallow the bitter meal she makes
Night after night my mom sets the table
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Uninvited company for M 'lady Ernestine
Shy shadows surreptitiously,
when twilight falls invade my room.
I do not let this worry me
they have the right to I assume.
When morning breaks they quickly go
I understand that they must hide.
But where they go I do not know
Some secret place where they abide.
Until the twilight sets them free.
It is then they venture out
silently and stealthily
They are set free to roam about..
I know the shadows mean no harm
and see no reason for alarm
Sunday,17 January 2010.
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Black & white and shades of grey.
The curfew marks the fading of the light.
Now is the time when shadows congregate.
In hidden corners where they wait.
To welcome eagerly the fall of night.
Although by daylight forced to hide from sight.
The fall of darkness sets the shadows free
To go about their business secretly.
The quiet hours when the shadows claim their right.
But dawn will come and with the dawn daylight.
The shadows then are forced to hide away.
Throughout the day, to wait impatiently
Counting the hours until the fall of night.
Though where the shadows hide no man can say
With any degree of accuracy.
Tuesday,07 February 2012
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Naani for Subarraman N.V.
War will persist
as long as men exist.
Men have the will and skill to kill.
They always had and always will.
Peace apparently
an impossibility.
Men expect hostility
Universally.
Why should this be?
It seems to me
we were meant to live peacefully.
In perfect amity.
6-May-08
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Am I a Heretic?
Abide with me fast falls the eventide.
My boredom deepens momentarily.
There must be more to life than the T.V
I sometimes watch but I choose carefully
The darkness deepens lord abide with me.
Boredom remains the ancient enemy
I have to choose so therefore I decide
Only to watch what I want to see.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee.
Then and only then do I watch T.V.
Most programmes offered don’t appeal to me
I can go without watching very easily.
Help of the helpless oh abide with me.
Books are my salvation as they ought to be
I have a collection of fine poetry
I can choose what suits my mood easily.
Wednesday,31 March 2010
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Will You? for friend Thad
The singing spring, a sacred well.
Is heard to sing so legends tell.
At midnight when the moon is full.
They say the singing’s wonderful.
So beautiful you are entranced
until the sunrise sets you free.
You basic nature is enhanced.
So you are changed; permanently.
The good become even better.
The wicked ones grow much worse.
These rules are followed to the letter.
Bring changes which you can’t reverse.
I was advised to stay indoors
on evenings when the moon was full
I disregarded this of course.
When you are young you play the fool
I did not believe the tales were true
So I resolved to check it out
a very foolish thing to do
But Now I know I have no doubt.
I was a young and headstrong fool
Although that does not change a thing.
I went there when the moon was full
And heard the singing of the spring.
That’s why I sit here on death row.
I grew to enjoy violence.
I killed a man with just one blow.
Although I pleaded self defence.
The jury found I was guilty.
I know I didn’t mean to kill.
The evidence convicted me.
It seemed to be an act of will.
It seems I can’t escape the fate
The sacred well foresaw for me
I know now when it is too late
I must fulfil the prophecy.
I can’t complain I made the choice
I should listened carefully
But no I had to hear the voice
I went there unbelievingly.
I should have known but I did not
Old legends are based on some truth.
That’s why the legends aren’t forgot.
Except by disbelieving youth.
I must accept the penalty
There is nothing I can do.
One morning they will come for me.
Not pleasant to look forward to.
So heed my words and heed them well.
Do not ignore the legends that you hear
The strange tales that the old wives tell.
Although their meanings are not clear.
It won’t harm you stay indoors
on evenings when the moon is full.
It is by far the wisest course.
It never hurts to be careful.
Although you are a modernist
and can’t believe the tales are true
The ancient legends still persist.
The question is my friend Will you?
10/08/2009
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Black Beauty
Behold the black panther's beauty!
That striking set of eyes!
Yet survival sets its duty -
To hunt until he dies...
So each night, he's slowly bidden
To stalk his prey once more...
Within that darkness he's hidden,
In silence, to be sure...
He treads the ground with gentle paws,
He sniffs the breeze for clues,
He hides his teeth, he hides his claws,
This untamed wild recluse...
The night is young, his turn will come...
His blood runs cold each time...
His heart is beating like a drum...
Yet onward he must climb.
The hours pass, yet he must wait...
The vigil must be kept.
No rest, he mustn't hesitate...
He mustn't be inept!
Was that a rustling dead ahead?
Was that his answered prayer?
Was that a creature that just fled?
All he could do was stare!
Here was the beauty and the beast...
The devil in disguise...
With hunger raging, unappeased...
Till something near him dies...
I pity him, his victims, too...
Is there no other way?
Each night they do what they must do,
The hunter and the prey...
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Night-Night (Children)
Night-night moon
Night-night stars
Night-night noisy
trucks and cars.
Night-night sand box
Night-night toys
Night-night other
girls and boys.
Night-night mom
Night-night dad
Night-night Boogie Man
who's not bad.
It's time to go to sleep now,
most all my night nights said.
Night-night blankie
Night-night bed.
Too good to be true?
Sometimes it’s wise to hesitate
And choose to look before you leap.
There is no point in tempting fate.
You may just find the price too steep.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch
there never was nor will there be
So pay attention to your hunch.
Examine very carefully.
What lies behind the proffered deal
The hidden hooks to catch you out
What do the honeyed words conceal?
They will be hooks without a doubt.
You are far too wise to believe.
The scams which fool the more naïve.
Sunday,29 January 2012
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