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A Random Kind of Love

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I spoke to you with words unspoken.
You replied in tears, wet and full of meaning.
I pulled you into my arms to hold your face to my chest.
You screamed and melted into my embrace.
Our arms around each other, heartbeats separated by time & space.
I looked into your eyes and lost myself.
You looked into my heart and found your home.
I wanted you as mine.
You wanted to be wanted for who you are.
Our desire only for each other was for purely selfish reasons.
I am yours until the day you kick me out.
You are mine until the day I look beyond your face.
Ours is a love that will stand the test of time yet kneel on a random bathroom floor.

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Where the Wolf?

I transform in the presence of her full moon
Howl like a wild animal
I’ll be back on my knees soon
The only thing that is sensible
Though some think it terrible
The transformed beast I become
I never worry about the thoughts of the sum
There is only one for whom I yearn
Heavenly cherubim
My moonlit angel for whom I turn 


Furry little puppy dog
Frightening not in the least
Fury little puppy dog
Is a furry little beast
Passion released
Scratch behind his ears
Nothing to your fears
He’s a good boy
When his human side disappears
My big furry bundle of joy

This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a dizain poem following the structure as described [above]. You can choose any theme of your choice.

The dizain is a 10-line French poetic form, traditionally composed of a single stanza. It follows a strict rhyme scheme of ABABBCCDCD and typically uses 10 syllables per line.

I wrote two dizain poems with a theme of werewolves to round out this 2025 Halloween season. Though I did not adhere to the 10 syllables per line. Hope you enjoy!

All Hollow Eve’s Summer Camp

We are the ones that dwell within. The light that shines, the spark from a grin. Here’s Johnny, all smiles and hellos. Such a cheery fellow, that’s how it goes. They’re here to be thrilled, just like last summer. We know what you did as you laughed and played. Splashed and frolicked on hot ocean days. We’re gonna need a bigger boat for all our friends to join. Help me welcome them, help me open my arms, we’re all human beings, together as one. Thrill me with your generosity, trust is a hard thing to come by these days. We all go a little mad sometimes but every dawn is a new day. So welcome to the bright days of summer camp and whatever you do, don’t fall asleep, before having some fun!

This is a prompt from dVerse: “For today’s prompt, I’d like us to throw some light on these lines and take them a different direction. I have compiled a list of some fright flick quotes below and attempted to avoid anything overly gory. Your mission is to choose one as the FIRST line of your poem.”

Not only is a horror movie line my first line there are several throughout the poem. Hope you enjoy! It’s frightening how fun it can be. hehe 😁

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Dead Two

The chill of my heart
Never warm nor ever warmed
Zombie love risen

Ice queen. Frozen. Dead lay. Little did they know how dead I was.

“Why are you so distant?” asks Debbie, one of the few who dares to try to get close. “I think he likes you, or maybe could like you if you’d let him.”

“Meh.”

“Don’t meh me, Shinda. I know you’re not as heartless as you appear.”

Heartless? No. I have a heart. Broken. Useless. But it is there in my chest. A lump, sitting motionless in a stagnant pond.

“I don’t think so, Deb. Besides, I’m not into him.”

“He’s the only boy you’ve said more than two words to.”

“I’ve talked to other boys.”

“To bite their heads off or cuss them out. You like him, hell you tolerate him which is even more impressive. Talk to him, have an actual conversation. Ask him to the Halloween dance.”

“Mmrr.”

“I’m going to bring him over here. Talk to him!”

Debbie made a face and pointed as she walked over to Anim. She walked back with Anim, pulling him by the hand.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey.”

“Well, I can see you two are just going to talk, talk, talk. I’m going to go,” said Debbie.

‘Talk to him’ she mimed to me as she walked away.

“Ummm,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said.

He looked around and then pulled up his shirt. There was a hole in his chest, right about where his heart would have been.

“I’m a zombie too.”

This was for a dVerse prompt: Write a Halloween Halibun. Hope you enjoy!

Blood Sucker

Sharp of tongue, sharp of teeth
Little vampiress, with a hunger big
Hungers for me; her on top, me underneath
Moans and screams like of a stuck pig

Drain me of fluid when in your mouth you suck
Be it white or red
Whether oral or penetration we fuck
My life is in yours until we’re dead

Your hunger for blood
Is your desperate need
Your body I’ll flood
We both have desires to feed

They call you blood sucker
I call you my lover

Woman in black and white holding a rose in color with a rose on its side underneath

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Halloween Reads!

Looking for something a little spooky, or dark, or scary? Check out the stories and poems below. Ghoulishly good!

Stories

Poems

Picking Up A Hooker – Micro fiction about what happens when a man picks up a hooker and things go wrong. Very wrong.

A Goth Mermaid Tale – A prose poem about a man’s attempt to woo a goth mermaid. Does he win her over or does he just go overboard?

Stars hitting the ground

The spark from Sprinklers
Showers of stars
Falling down my fingers
Landing on the ground
To extinguish like the passing of millenia 

For even as light triumphs
Darkness waits
For when the time light is extinguished
And Sparklers run out
Stars hitting the ground

This is for a dVerse prompt: I am sure you must have guessed, the prompt for today is sparklers. … Give us a sparkling verse of 44 words only. Hope you enjoy!

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Headless Horseman

T’was without a head
Most likely dead
Upon a horse he sat

Throughout the town
He’d go round
Chasing children no head nor hat

His horse was black
Headless upon its back
Dark as midnight sin

Red eyes a glow
Flames his nostrils did blow
Hell’s beast a true kin

Come out to ride
On one special night to bide
Collecting naughty children

He’d ride through the town
Going to and fro, up and down
Snatching up brats for his cauldron

Oh mothers would cry
And fathers would try 
For their naughty offspring to bring back

But the horseman would come 
A face he’d wear that would chill some
For upon his shoulders, was the head the child would now lack

So be good dear children on this night
Or be prepared for an awful fright
A horseman without a head will come your way

But if you’re good
As you well should
Candy you’ll receive and home you’ll stay

This originally was for a dVerse prompt but this took too long. Originally I started it and didn’t know where I was going with it, then I didn’t like the direction it was going and then finally went with it and here it is. Enjoy!

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Remembering Gunter Grass, some German man

What is it about this German 
man that I should remember him?
What, ever, has he done for me?
Who in the hell is Gunter Grass?

What are gurkins? Pickles. Hmmm.
What is it about this German?
Could not they just call them pickles?
Who in the hell is Gunter Grass?

Dill pickles are best. No codfish
thank you. Caught Baltic fresh are they?
What is it about this German?
Who in the hell is Gunter Grass?

Who in the hell is Gunter Grass?
Pickles and codfish, Baltic Seas,
no common law or honest wife.
What is it about this German?

This is from a dVerse prompt: And for today’s MTB prompt we are continuing with the 16th theme and writing a Quatern

“The Quatern (Latin= 4 each) is a French verse form, possibly from the Middle Ages since it is so close to the Retourne and Kyrielle. It also employs a refrain…. from stanza to stanza.”

Poetry style:

16 lines in total
divided into 4 quatrains (4 line stanzas)
8 syllables per line (iambic tetrameter an optional metre)
1st line is the refrain which moves consecutively downward through the 4 stanzas as Line I L2, L3, L4
usually unrhymed but this is at your discretion

Poetry Theme

An optional suggestion is to engage with one of Gunter Grass’s poems:

taking a quote as an epigram
write an answer to/ response to one of his poems (for, against or along the same lines/style)

I combined the two and wrote a Quatern as an epigram to the following quote from Gunter Grass

...”Remember me, over plates of boiled codfish, 
write my epitaph in sprigs of fresh dill
 when you finish the dish to serve up to your dinner guests. 
Remember me, 
when you cut the gherkins to accent the meal: 
the salt of my sorrow, the bitter vinegar of my lot. 
When you visit the fishmonger, remember me. 
The common-law wife you never made into an honest woman. 
Remember my un-common recipes, cooked for you, 
back in the days when fish fresh from the Baltic 
wasn’t priced beyond the means of a poet,...”

Hope you enjoy!

Summer face/ Winter Eyes

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The rain fell lightly like the sky was holding back tears. I stood face upturned, letting the falling water mix with my freely flowing tears. Dark stains on my suit where rain and tears fell appeared as bullet wounds. Mortal injuries to fabric and soul. She was gone. The official cause: heart failure, unofficial: old age, to my grief stricken heart: neglect. 

What will I do there
without my hands upon
your summer face?

The words she spoke as I left for New York, state not the city. I had accepted a job to teach corporate mid-levels how to successfully integrate AI. It wasn’t my dream job but it did pay. And that was the important thing, right?

Four months later she fell sick; Ten months later she was gone. Neglected. 

What will I do here
without your winter eyes
to reflect my face?

This was for a dVerse prompt: For your prompt today, I’d like you to use the following lines in your Prosery:

“What will I do there
without my hands upon
your summer face?”

Write a piece of prosery of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line in the order in which it has been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add or delete words.

Hope you enjoy!

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