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After Pulling Down And Rebuilding A House

OLD Ghosts, ye all are dispossess'd,
Your former house is levell'd now;
Another house at my behest
Has lifted over yours, its brow.

But flit, old Ghosts, and live with me;
As yet we are but living hosts;
But watch the new house patiently,
You soon shall have companion Ghosts.

poem by Carolyn Clive
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Ghostly House

You need language of ghosts
To communicate with spirits that impose on us.

You crave for the very food our ghosts need.
Come with the religion of yours to distract them.

For it pray and they will go away, for all eternity!
Your House is Haunted. Be so wary!
Even call the police, and they will never enter your home.

Your House is Haunted. It needs some policy to rid it of evil and despair.
You House needs some care. It requires the life to adjust. You must.
If ghosts are about then leave the house and complain.
Nobody listens except the Priest, and he is not around.
Go to the doctor, and feel doom in abundance. The ghosts do not win.
Good Luck!

poem by Naveed Akram
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Class Distinction

A quiet house where quiet ghosts
haunt quiet rooms but silently
The Ghosts respect their living hosts
and treat them most respectfully.
They can’t go back they won’t go on.
Confused by their predicament,
they wait until the daylights gone
before they show they are present.
They do not wish to cause alarm.
as common ghosts are wont to do.
All part of their well bred charm.
Though they are dead they hold the view
that no aristocratic ghost
should stoop to frightening their host.

26-Mar-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Ghosts And Modernity

Ghosts & Modernity

The old house has been modernised the hallway, where
ghosts spooked, is now a bathroom, and since there is no
entrance one has to exit through the kitchen window on
a ladder on the wall, this is called saving space, a modern
and fun way to live. The ghosts have gone, no dark corners
and no children with imagination to see what practical
adults are blind to. Closing my eyes I can see children and
ghosts, but not as clearly as before, the kaleidoscope has
gone fuzzy with the distance and it saddens me too that
I’m the only one left to remember a draughty hallway and
the warm glow of true fairytales sprung from the mind of
the very young.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Yesterdays Ghosts

Everywhere I go;
there are the ghosts of yesterday.
They inhabit everything we see.
Their presence is felt
within every step we take.
The ghosts of yesterday
watch over us.
We may not be able to see them,
but we at times we know they are there.
Who are these ghosts of yesterday,
friends, relations, acquaintances
we met along the way.
I do not know the answer
and it is not for me to say.
All I know is they are there,
the ghosts of yesterday

19-20 October 2008

poem by David Harris
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Ghosts

Some ghosts are women,
neither abstract nor pale,
their breasts as limp as killed fish.
Not witches, but ghosts
who come, moving their useless arms
like forsaken servants.

Not all ghosts are women,
I have seen others;
fat, white-bellied men,
wearing their genitals like old rags.
Not devils, but ghosts.
This one thumps barefoot, lurching
above my bed.

But that isn't all.
Some ghosts are children.
Not angels, but ghosts;
curling like pink tea cups
on any pillow, or kicking,
showing their innocent bottoms, wailing
for Lucifer.

poem by Anne Sexton
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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 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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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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Obtained By Ghosts

Ghosts obtain justice from us,
As we are near extinction.
Ghosts monitored our moves
Like houses of parliament.
Their revelry is unjustified
As far as lieutenancy.
I marry those ghosts meaningfully
To images of past poltergeists.
I have conquered burgers and chips
With a few of them.
They sedate me, cast a crate of food
On the floor in malpractice -
Professional or educational?
Both of these men are ghosts
And I am teased, when I am haunted.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Stranger

Look at me baby, tell me what you see
Am I the one you love or am I your enemy
You can turn your head, I can wash my hands
But Ive got to know where you stand
cause sometimes I feel like a stranger in my house
And I wonder whos lying with me
Im seeing ghosts walking round in the hallways
And they look like we used to be
When I look in the mirror I see
A stranger in my house
A stranger in my house
We built this house of love, it was safe inside these walls
But if love isnt living here, this house will surely fall
Weve got to scream, weve got to fight
Do anything to make it alright
We can scream it
Got to work it out and find the book of love
We can shout it out
Got to open up and shed a little blood
Its raining on the outside but the house has sprung a leak
I can take it, you can hit me
I can turn the other cheek
Got to do anything we got to do baby, baby look at where weve been
We can build it up, we can tear it down
But weve got to start again

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Ghostly

Ghosts may divide into drugs and ruin,
Opening the different ride of the park
And life has just commenced, we
Live among grand arguments,
Killing the fools who live again,
Loops of divine wisdom show excellence
And we are in a spell.

Ghostly discoveries fence with our habits
Making desire and lust, a fierce and fuming
Affray.
Ghosts do each other a favour, and defend the house
Of foolish appearance.
They are fools and stupid affrays are discussed,
But we as humans shall explore a goal and word.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Your Shield

Ghosts are willing to penetrate your shield
And converse with your intelligence,
So learned and afraid are you that it speaks.
The ghosts are like white disorders of the air,
In a haunted house your stare is looked at
And my examination of them is feared.
The ghostliness of tonight gathers storm,
Never then is the darkness to subside.
To count on their willingness
Is like trying to find something of danger.
Their actions stay and they matter like guns
And rifles of longevity.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Old Man, Empty House

old man, empty house...
it struck me when he
left the hospital
that he didnt want
to go home to
an empty house
full of ghosts and
memories...

to die alone!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Glee -- The Ghosts

In life three ghostly friars were we,
And now three friarly ghosts we be.
Around our shadowy table placed,
The spectral bowl before us floats:
With wine that none but ghosts can taste,
We wash our unsubstantial throats.
Three merry ghosts--three merry ghosts--
three merry ghosts are we:
Let the ocean be Port, and we'll think it good sport
To be laid in that Red Sea.

With songs that jovial spectres chaunt,
Our old refectory still we haunt.
The traveller hears our midnight mirth:
"O list!" he cries, "the haunted choir!
"The merriest ghost that walks the earth, "
"Is sure the ghost of a ghostly friar."
Three merry ghosts--three merry ghosts--
three merry ghosts are we:
Let the ocean be Port, and we'll think it good sport
To be laid in that Red Sea.

poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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Haunted

THE house is haunted; when the little feet
Go pattering about it in their play,
I tremble lest the little one should meet
The ghosts that haunt the happy night and day.

And yet I think they only come to me;
They come through night of ease and pleasant day
To whisper of the torment that must be
If I some day should be, alas! as they.

And when the child is lying warm asleep,
The ghosts draw back the curtain of my bed,
And past them through the dreadful dark I creep,
Clasp close the child, and so am comforted.

Cling close, cling close, my darling, my delight,
Sad voices on the wind come thin and wild,
Ghosts of poor mothers crying in the night--
'Father, have pity--once I had a child!'

poem by Edith Nesbit
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Unicorns

Are you uneasy about the many ghosts in the palace of fright?
The feathers in my head and body,
When the ghosts commence, and the air
Is sweeter and sweeter,
The real manners are hidden, the men are held to the end,
Only the spirit world;
He is understood as a spirit, and a genie is too much of beauty
To wish from.
I can not make my desire:
Ghosts are not read in the book world,
Hold on to the reins of the unicorns that were those ghosts.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Ghosts Of Our Past

Ghosts Of Our Past

We are haunted all the time
by ghosts of our past
for things we did long ago.
They remind us often
of the mistakes we made
and cannot amend.
These ghosts can come to us
at almost anytime
and we always refer to them
as our memories.

3 May 2008

poem by David Harris
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To-Night, To-Night

to-night, to-night
we’ll storm
the house that hangs
above the narrow street
that leads to port.

Ah! that small house
How queer it is:
Its garden how deranged
How creaking
The iron stile
That opens into the garden!

And in the night
The stormy night
None go near the house
For all around
The ground’s unsanctified
By horses’ hooves
And elves and goblins green
And ghosts unseen.

poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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“Ghosts are for the telling”

Ghosts are for the telling,
We call them experts and impressive,
As more of them appear from the woods.

Ghosts have understood us for the rules,
So that mastering is a problem and real;
Our mothers want us to comply and so they result.

Each ghost is great in beauty,
Full of foolish whims and ideas,
Their wish is to comprehend us, even to master us.

A little ghost is no liar, but one of them,
And that degree is hidden,
For we strive to alienate it as much as we can.

The baby is asleep, the ghosts do weep,
And I am fast away in slumber;
Much are ghosts to do the enormous chatter before they die.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Houses

1898 -- A Song of the Dominions

'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad,
In thy house or my house is half the world's hoard;
By my house and thy house hangs all the world's fate,
On thy house and my house lies half the world's hate.

For my house and thy house no help shall we find
Save thy house and my house -- kin cleaving to kind;
If my house be taken, thine tumbleth anon.
If thy house be forfeit, mine followeth soon.

'Twixt my house and thy house what talk can there be
Of headship or lordship, or service or fee?
Since my house to thy house no greater can send
Than thy house to my house -- friend comforting friend;
And thy house to my house no meaner can bring
Than my house to thy house -- King counselling King.

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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