Ghouls Night Out
This is the ghouls night out
Suffer unto me
Devils born in angels arms
Ghouls in heavens fall
This is the ghouls night out
All ghouls go to hell
Humans held on eating flesh
Its my destiny
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls
Ghouls ghouls destiny
Hell is where you want to be
I feel the hell on you and me
I feel it every day
Hell is where you want to be
I feel the hell on you and me
It never goes away
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
This is the ghouls night out
Suffer unto me
Devils born in angels arms
Ghouls in heaven fall
This is the ghouls night out
All ghouls go to hell
Humans held on eating flesh
Its my destiny
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls
Ghouls ghouls destiny
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls
Ghouls ghouls
song performed by by Goldfinger
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Ghouls
Gods of proud ghouls,
Not the deity I care of
Is that holy mauve,
Colours that do tools.
God-like has an extra-special liking
For intelligence and proud ghouls;
It may collect any number of fools
And master them with lustful abandoning.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Valley Of The Ghouls
Energized with a sacrifice,
To remain devoted to purpose...
And a disciplined life.
Is a lonely proposition...
For those walking on a path,
That breaks away from traditions.
And pre-conditions as if accepted missions.
Achieving with dignity and a motivation to fulfill...
At times can promote discouragement.
And attention from those mean spirited...
Out to kill goodwill!
And this they will...
As if skilled.
It is difficult to maintain in the valley of the ghouls.
Those who rush to confirm the dead through obituaries.
Those who nourish upon others' despair.
Those who delight in ruling over their blight!
As if this ignites their wicked moods with added fuel.
It is difficult to maintain in the valley of the ghouls.
Those rushing from repast to repast...
To sip and dine to leave.
These are the people holding their breaths...
With a more interest in death,
Than to living lives invested...
In a happiness to manifest.
It is difficult,
To maintain...
In the valley of the ghouls.
When people express,
How good someone looks...
Dressed!
And appearing...
To be at peace in a restful death!
It is difficult,
To maintain...
In the valley of the ghouls.
When people express,
How good someone looks...
Dressed!
And appearing...
To be at peace in a restful death.
Oh yes...
It is difficult,
To maintain...
In the valley of the ghouls.
When people express,
How good someone looks...
Dressed!
And appearing...
To be at peace in a restful death.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Souls Are Safe
Ghouls of heaven are beauty and modesty,
Greater deities come from this ugliness.
Their help is in hand, their aiding us is beneficial
When our life is like a cellar, and not a roof.
One house is forced to our self, and one home is essential
For they have no more than one and one is all.
Poor people are not rich in their paragraphs,
In their sizes and style, life is empty and non-proud.
Much is condemned by the rich,
Where is the speech of the poor?
The poor are ghouls, and we haven’t any goals
Or riches, but now we have.
Our heaven is not hell, and our souls are safe.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ghoulishness
Ghouls of fire fly and wait in the cave,
Their roar is from the abdomen to behave.
poem by Naveed Akram
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We knew Chris Matthews had no shame. Now we also know the king of TV ghouls has no souls.
quote by Michelle Malkin
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The Prairie Battlements
(To Edgar Lee Masters, with great respect)
Here upon the prarie
Is our ancestral hall.
Agate is the dome,
Cornelian the wall.
Ghouls are in the cellar,
But fays upon the stairs.
And here lived old King Silver Dreams,
Always at his prayers.
Here lived gray Queen Silver Dreams,
Always signing psalms,
And haughty Grandma Silver Dreams,
Throned with folded palms.
Here played cousin Alice.
Her soul was best of all.
And every fairy loved her,
In our ancestral hall.
Alice has a prarie grave.
The King and Queen lie low,
And aged Grandma Silver Dreams,
Four toombstones in a row.
But still in snow and sunshine
Stands our ancestral hall.
Agate is the dome,
Cornelian the wall.
And legends walk about,
And proverbs, with proud airs.
Ghouls are in the cellar,
But fays upon the stairs.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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The Past Ghouls
Ghosts of the past, what a blast
For the rich and wealthy, the past.
Ghouls are present as monsters,
They include you the gobblers.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Rhymes for Young Ghouls
Roseanne Supernault, Katie Nolan, Devery Jacobs, Arthur Holden, Mark Antony Krupa, Glen Gould, Kent McQuaid
by Jeff Barnaby from Rhymes for Young Ghouls (2013)
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Ghosts and Ghouls
Creepy creature of the night
Go on and take a bite
Come one out while the moon is full
All the spirits, witches and ghouls
There he is alone at night
A perfect time to make a strike
Wondering if they're here right now
Watching my every step somehow
All the spirits roaming free
Monsters having their hunting spree
Are you ready to have a scare?
Don't think now 'cause they're already there
But these are creatures of the mind
So just leave it all behind
It turns out they were in my head
So forget about it instead
poem by Geneen Alyssa Meyers
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The Headmaster Ritual
Belligerent ghouls
Run manchester schools
Spineless swines
Cemented minds
Sir leads the troops
Jealous of youth
Same old suit since 1962
He does the military two-step
Down the nape of my neck
I wanna go home
I dont wanna stay
Give up education
As a bad mistake
Mid-week on the playing fields
Sir thwacks you on the knees
Knees you in the groin
Elbow in the face
Bruises bigger than dinner plates
I wanna go home
I dont wanna stay
Da-da-da ...
Belligerent ghouls
Run manchester schools
Spineless bastards all ...
Sir leads the troops
Jealous of youth
Same old jokes since 1902
He does the military two-step
Down the nape of my neck
I wanna go home
I dont want to stay
Give up life
As a bad mistake
Please excuse me from gym
Ive got this terrible cold coming on
He grabs and devours
He kicks me in the showers
Kicks me in the showers
And he grabs and devours
I want to go home
I dont want to stay...
Da-da-da ...
song performed by by Smiths
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Ghosts and Gods
This goal plans each ghost,
They dwell among stone almost.
The ghost is nasty to having depression,
May we delve into the hostages and abduction.
This capsule must be taken,
Inside it holds remarkable wrong and distortion.
I have a distraction, I have foolish ways,
We interrupt the devils and ghouls of alleyways.
Let demon be demon, god be god,
And let them salvage everything that is odd.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Tearfull Sorrow
A tearfull sorrow of loss is something that consumes me every other night.
It is not a womany i fancy.
Nor a loss of a meaning.
It is not ghouls & goblins that haunt my every night.
Nor a faboulous life i fancy.
It is not a tumbling fear with a meaning.
Nor a lover that once danced to my every thought.
A tearfull sorrow is the loss of a treasured friend.
poem by Beating Tree
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For all their laughter, ghouls are a dull lot. Hunger is the fire in which they burn, and it burns hotter than the hunger for power over men or for knowledge of the gods in a crazed mortal. It vaporizes delicacy and leaves behind only a slag of anger and lust. They see their fellows as impediments to feeding, to be mauled and shrieked at when the mourners go home.
quote by Brian McNaughton
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Dead Cold
When the heart is cold
it searches and seeks another soul
that it couls potentially corrupt
evil is in its peaks
surrounding the emptyness now left
evil ones and the dumb replace
the ghost and the ghouls
love is once again dead
free yourself, free yourself
run away before it grabs you in its embrace
oh no.. its too late
poem by Priscilla Beatriz Camey
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Ode on Winter
The Whispering wind blows beside me,
And the chirping birds softly sing their song,
The living leaves of Gaia no longer we see,
As winter has come and it seeks to live long.
The tunes of winter sung by wolves,
And its liveliness’ shown by fog,
The dance of winter preformed by ghouls,
Oh winter, thy shall now have thy own synagogue.
poem by Aditya Mudbhary
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Coping With Bad Luck
Diligence created me of latter days,
Years of changeless time were always.
Gods fed the spirit of our liking,
Keeping hatred and antagonism but coping.
Bad luck and disintegrated food
Cured our ills like fortune too argued.
We have attitude, and the altitude of ghouls,
Fancy why they skilfully become fuels
For the fire and menace, the fences
Are like walls and the flame flourishes.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Haunting Fright
'twas the middle of fall
on a cold spooky night
the fog and the moon,
such an eerie sight!
witches with cats
flying in the air
broomsticks at hand
they give quite a scare!
Goblins and ghouls
put a shiver down my spine
as do skeletons
while they hang from a vine
wherewolves howl
at the sheen of the moon
as skeletons dance
to the awful tune
so just when you thought
that all you could see
the spirits are haunting
their silent plea
so i leave you to ponder
upon this dreadful thought
you think its all over
but i think not!
poem by Nicolette Anna
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On Halloween
On Halloween the sky was scarred
With full moon stuck, a piercing shard,
Within a hole, the eye of night,
Above the smell of death and fright,
Along a bone laced boulevard.
The corpses, dragged from crypts unbarred,
The flames, they gazed, with pale regard,
At roasting rot, a blood soaked sight...
On Halloween.
The bones, they blanched within the yard,
Again to have their evening marred,
By ghouls and fiends who rip and bite
With claws and fangs which drip delight
While gorging flesh, so slightly charred...
On Halloween.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Randomly Fools Move Against Strong Sunlight
randomly a
speck of dust
moves among
the myriad dusts
against a ray of
noon light
getting inside
a door half-open
inside my room
wanton is the
action of this
glutton ion
in a grand reunion
species of their
own kind on trails
so undefined
streamlined untwined
come moonshine
scattered molecules'
ghouls sub-rules and
cesspools turning
into the whirpools
of all fools
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Distressing Bedtime
It is now bedtime, the soldier of times,
We sleep half of the night, just tonight.
The rooms of a leap year are vast,
It was bedevilled with ghosts far too superior
To the motley crew of ghouls last year,
A clue of them died, like a crown of kings.
Distressing paws of blood escaped just past the day,
A dialect arrived by mind, of a faraway language.
The paws of a wolf became the dream of a naughty kind,
Lines of light arrived and departed.
It was now bedtime again, the very next night,
Full of mystery and suspense.
poem by Naveed Akram
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