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30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, Inquiring Minds

No Where People – 30 Day Challenge for Halloween – A Scary A Poem a Day #4

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No Where PeopleNoWherePeople

You may see them as a flit out the corner of your eye.

A inky deja-vu at midnight as you walk the dark street.

Always at the edge they lurk.

Waiting. To pull you in.

If you are  open to the blackness within their  world,

just climb through the mirror or fall into the

mists which lay low to the

ground just before the break of dawn.

They perpetually linger, so

never think you are alone as you

slip into bed.

See that shadow playing off in the corner?

Simply a curtain through which they

stare.

Do you dare to pull it aside?

By Philip Wardlow

30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, GiFs for your Entertaiment, Inquiring Minds

My Dear Psycho- 30days till Halloween Challenge – Poem #3

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MaskHalloween

My Dear Psycho,

Strip me bear and lead me to the bath tub

naked and lay me

within.

Slit my wrists, slit my throat and have

my deliciousness drain from me

and let it feed the sewers below.

Watch the light slowly leave my eyes,

as you hold me close in a lover’s

viscous bloody embrace.

Sing to me of your wanting,

Sing to me of your loss you hold

deep and dark as pitch that never

knew love.

My Dear Psycho,

Dip a finger or two into an open

wound that you so choose and

paint a caricature upon me of you.

Leave me smiling,

leave me bloody and blessed by your touch.

Leave me dead

In my own bathtub.

My dear Psycho.

By Philip Wardlow

30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, Inquiring Minds

Haunted Baby. – 30days till Halloween Challenge – Poem #2

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CrazyBaby

Haunted Baby

While I slumber you climb  out  from your graveyard crib

and creep.

What foul revenge do you seek?

Baby Baby , Haunted Baby.

Stay Away!

But to my kitchen you do go,

to grab  the sharpest knife you see,

then toddle and teeter on unsure feet

with a sure grip on blade in hand,

you make your way to where I sleep.

Baby Baby, Haunted Baby

Stay Away!

I toss and turn,

for in the dim fog that is my brain,

I feel a nightmare approach

in a slow dead march

down my long dark hall.

Baby Baby, Haunted Baby

Stay Away!

With dead baby teeth you pull your way up

my crisp linen sheets like

an animal enraged.

The moon shining through my window

is the sole witness

to your evil

as you plunge

the blade deep.

It is only then a smile

replaces the snarl

on your lips

as you fade off to

sleep.

Baby, Baby.

By Philip Wardlow

30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, Inquiring Minds

Death Waits – 30days till Halloween Challenge – a Scary Poem a Day. Poem #1

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DeathsFamiliar

Death Waits

Blackness stands vigilant

over a life you deemed

of no worth.

It sees your path laid out like a meandering stream,

soon to dry out in a dead valley gone from tall green

to wilted brown.

Patience is one of its skills for

the time it will take  you

to slowly unwind from your mortal coil.

But unwind you will.

With a keen blade

as sharp as the sickle moon which hangs the sky,

it shall cut you from the

thread of life

you never cared

to hold.

By Philip Wardlow

GiFs for your Entertaiment, Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Your Mask – A Poem and a Blitz of Gifs

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Your Mask

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Be it made of paper maché or plastic,

carved mahogany with a golden veneer,

or crystal clear quartz glass.

You wear one.

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Morning, noon, and night;

removed only when sleep comes.

For what purpose does it serve your dreams?

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Dead eyed stare, twisted grin, or a curious

smile that creeps ever upward hiding a secret

sin.

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Callous nature cloaked behind a beguiling

eye of the bluest blue.

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A beauty called to recklessness,

a perfection that only Death will strive

to collect once due.

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Know this.

All facades eventually decay and crumble.

Leaving you bare before everyone and yourself

as you stare into the mirror trying to

collect the pieces to a mask that no longer

fits.

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By Philip Wardlow 2013

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Maskswalking

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Feeling overwhelmed? Yes, wearing a mask does that to you sometimes.

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

The Road – A poem

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dark-road-through-woods

The Road

Like a tornado the ravens circle,

as roadkill litters the  highway, sitting in piles by the roadside.

Scurry, scurry little ones,

lest you be picked off.

Your senses are keen but never keen enough.

For who can see

everything;

every act, every thought, every disease,

every evil deed gone awry

or to perfect plan

coming down the road.

Not me.

So be careful little creatures;

look with eyes wide as you cross the dark road.

Be smart.

Be wise.

Be wary.

and perhaps most of you will

survive the night.

by Philip Wardlow 2013

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Bloody Ballet – A Poem

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BloodHeart

Bloody Ballet

She pirouettes

adorned in a dress

of black gossamer,

Spinning with blade

in hand to music only

she hears.

Flame red hair sweeps the air,

flinging outward, as

drops of crimson

drip from the tip

to the cold hard floor;

knives held tight by

delicate fingers.

Her hands move with

the intensity of the allegro.

Alive, brisk, and deadly.

The sharpness of her tools

keep up with her demands

of dissection and delving.

The other dancers

fall before her

as if in silent repose.

Arabesque to glissade,

her strong legs coupe

across the floor,

she cuts and cuts and cuts

and does a sourbresaut

like a cat jumping

onto her final partner

in this ensemble of now

only one.

She seeks his heart

as the point punches through.

Death follows

Yet still it beats

as she holds it,

Still it beats

as she takes a bite.

Still it beats

as she rises from

her grand plie

and takes a bow

to the crowd

from

center stage.

By  Philip Wardlow 2013