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A collection of various poems I have written in relation to horror, fantasy or the supernatural

Haikus of Horror and Fantasy


I have been visiting a lot of sites lately devoted to horror and fantasy. I have mainly being doing this for a two reasons. First, is because I’m actually interested in other people’s stuff because I’m a big fan of  both genres.  Next, was to see the talent (and competition)  that’s out there in horror and fantasy for what’s being published and bench mark myself a little to see if I have what it takes to get published.  After reading the good, the bad and the hideous in various publications around the web I would say YES!, I do have what it takes to get published (and paid) for my writing.  Anyways there is hope for me yet.

In my fledgling posts here on my blog  I am  always attempting to have the visitor get a sense of me, where my mind likes to wander and where I may be going in the future with my talents as a writer you may wish to read and check out.  To preface the below set up I picked some of my favorite pictures related to aspects of horror or fantasy and wrote a little haiku to capture that very moment or scene. I often will do writing exercises like this to help limber up my brain prior to writing a story.

I would love to hear any comments or thoughts on if I got it “right”…hell I would love to hear your own Haiku of said picture. So please respond if a thought or comment tickles your brain.

The Abbey in the Oakwood

Darkness falls deeply
Hallowed ground never disturbed
Lest the spirits rise

Conan The Warrior

Blade drawn and battered
Warrior's blood soaks the ground
Death cannot find him

No Escape!

Cold hands tight on throat
Black grave no longer asleep,
now not so alone.

Red Sonja

Deep in thought she sits,
Cursed to suffer, blessed to kill
with strength in her heart

A Door Opens

Door opened to light.
Blood trail shows a fools luck,
a door best kept shut

The Tree of Snakes

A tree of snakes hiss
Undulating mass of skin
fall like leaves on me

The Clown

Painted red and white,
the clown smiles keenly at me
with teeth razor sharp.

Spider on my Arm

Delicate and soft,
the Spider walks up my arm,
witches good luck charm

So what do you think? Care to give it a go?  Should I assume everyone knows how to write in Haiku Form? If not the writing formula is simple, it’s basically 5 syllables for the first line, 7 for the second and 5 again for the third line. Give it a try..I would love to see what you come up with besides my own stuff..Thanks!

The Crow Waits


I am sure you have seen my avatar the Crow on my Blog and other places such as my facebook page so I thought it only fitting to create a poem to commemorate it…so here goes..hope you enjoy…by the way my weekly blog in the Inquiry Section of my blog which hits on here every Wednesday…enjoy the poem below.

The Crow Waits

I see it on high sitting in a tree, a Crow amongst the sparse fall leaves
that yet hang to the branches, even though winter fast approaches,
no one told them it seems that they are dead and should already be on their way.

The crow with its pitted black eyes knows me it seems, for it calls my name
across the wind while I languish on the ground in my own blood which spills
from my body and forms around me like a macabre picture frame.

Funny thing, how the crow knows my name, a simple carrion bird waiting for
this warrior’s death so it can pick me clean and leave nothing but my bleached bones,
rusted armor, and a forgotten sword as my only legacy.

Long has the battle been gone from this place I now rest in, the victors have gutted me
like a fish on a stone and left me to the flies and the maggots to fester inside.

But yet shall I live, ever stubborn to die and only the Crow truly knows why.
I hear it laughing at me, calling me a fool for an adventure I sought full of folly
with only death to be met at its end.

It has seen many a fool I am sure and feasted contently before the sun has set.
But still I live! You will not have me fool or not!

So sit your perch and wait for you shall not have me this day or the next,
for even if I should pass these earthly bounds so shall my shade pick up
my blade and strike you down!

The sun has set and the night grows cold, the crow sits in his tree and
waits;  for it has seen many a warrior born and bred and knows full well their
strength,courage and the valor which fills their head, but it knows when dead is dead.