You wouldn't know
a war was on
we see no tanks
no planes no troops
and Ygor
the Gypsy,
Pretorius
the Flamer,
there's no one pounding on the door
to take them to the east
And yet the howling still remains
late at night and creatures still in flight
in shadows and the pain are lurking still
as they wait their turn to kill
yes they belong dead
Did this just make sense? Surely not....maybe it did.
"Loving people is like farting in the wind; You don't actually accomplish anything, but you feel better."
~The Great and Powerful Angelia~
It's just in time for halloween!
Les
This poem makes me shiver. Well done!
I quite like your poetry, unless its one of those that make me run to a dictionary every sentence...
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Thanks Peter !
Keeper....perhaps I have effectively corrupted you !
Les, yes it is......a good time indeed to view some of the old Universal classics. or the first 15 minutes of Van Helsing.
Thanks Desi....you shouldn't run to a dictionary, especially with scissors
woooooooooo?
as opposed to Boo!
I don't get it, but seems like if I did, I'd really like it.
Happy Halloween, Johnny.
What a fright you gave me, Johnny!
"I rin, I never rin no faster!"
A small boy's memorable description of his reaction on encountering a highwayman's corpse on a roadside gibbet at night, or maybe it was on seeing the ghost of the highwayman. I can't remember which. From a children's book written all in verse, the name of which I also can't remember. If anyone knows it and can remind me of the book and author, I'd be grateful.
You wouldn't know
a war was on ...
Every day I wake to this thought, that the horrors of the world are merely obscured today, we merely follow the election news without being touched by what men do to men far away...or not quite every day, since I myself forget sometimes, indulge myself in the cotton candy of an entertaining movie, act as if the fluff were the essence of our time, and yet, and yet..
The haiku poet Issa wrote a long time ago:
This world of dew
Is the world of dew
And yet...
And yet...
Thanks for the fine poem, again, Johnny,
Peter
The Universal horror films of the early 1940's gave every impression of taking place in the (then) present, but there was no indication that World War Two was going on. As if the village of Vasaria were exempt. Even in Son of Frankenstein, it is clearly referenced that the Police Chief served in WW1, but nothing further