November Spectre

Conference with Ghosts

 

Howard Luke

Yesterday I was insane and

Connected to the Ether

Holding conferences with ghosts

And astral Gods

Talking non-stop but without a microphone

Performing a question and answer session

For an unseen audience

In a room in a block of flats

Yesterday I was high

Manically walking from home to palace

Laughing hysterically at an unheard joke

Never eating just moving

Talking to the spirits as I walked

Yesterday I was happy

Today I am numb

and worrying the carcass of an old song

 

GHOSTS IN THE NIGHT

Brian Ring

 

There they go .. Spectres in the night sky!

Shimmering and shining amidst the pristine stars,

Leering and leaping lights in the nocturnal ether

Peering at these we fancy that these ghastly residues

Are either figments of our imagination or UFO’s

Somehow really up there

What else can explain those eery entities?

In the mind’s eye or really in the dark night firmament

I don’t believe in any ghosts myself,

But sometimes I discern strange visions up there.

And cannot imagine what on Earth they might be

But that just not it; they are not here in Earth,

But in an aethereal, empyrean, ecstatic realm,

A panoply of weird luminescent superlunaries.

What would have convinced me that they

Were indeed ghosts, would be if they spoke or uttered sound—

But, no! Dim, dumb and drearily quiet they just seem.

But they are not seemly –merely spectral sparks or somesuch.

And at night they are distinguished from stars –

Because, amazingly, they whizz about like

Effervescent physical presences in a patchwork quilt of astral bodies.

The eerie science of the night skies shows me,

There is far more in the heavens than can be

Seen at first glance – and yet I.m not even

Looking through a telescope at the time,

But just seeing things –Are they not there then?

Yes, I’m dreaming it all

There really are no ghosts in the sky’

On earth, or underneath it.

 

 

Daring Discourse of Odysseus

Sasha Dee

 

Let your thousand tongues lollop, roar,

Rumble, hiss, and frighten us to death, Death:

 

Let the stars, brittle as glass,

Crack, crash and crush into pieces

Falling like dark dousing, dying fireworks:

 

Let the storms, hurricanes, tempests, tornadoes,

Typhoons, Cyclones, and whirlwinds rise and arise

The waves of mountains of oceans of waters:

Let the angles of the earth tremble and tilt.

 

Let the demons of hell, land on the seven seas,

Dance wicked, wearing the sculls in the festoons,

Swinging swords, flashing cutlasses all around

Quaking and shaking the roots of the earth and the layers of heaven:

 

Let the Satan throw all his burning thunderbolts

And fell the fulcrum of the universe, far, near and beyond

Unhinging the gates of heaven, the very seat of Jupiter

And let the darkness light the darkening shooting stars:

 

Comrades, friends, brave sailors don’t drown your hearts.

We are the riders on the back of devil, drunk and dead insane.

Keep your eyes nailed on the realms of gold and diamonds

Soon the spectres will die down, spent force, winded and panting:

 

One who dares, wins; we dare,

We win the un-winnable war.

Every long darkened night dissolves

Into the thousand brilliant suns,

 

Sailors, soldiers, noble men beware!

If we give up now and like the wet dogs

Putting our tails in between our hind legs,

Crawl back sneakily to our cities;

We are dead and more than just dead:

 

Our cowardice will spread,

Down the centuries, the evil will proliferate

And the long wakes and waitings

Of Penelopes of all around the world will prostitute.

They will breed bastards and barren culture!

Sailors, soldiers, friends never fear the vultures

Of death, those who are born destined to die.

It is borne with us, so fight on, face the music!

 

 

 

Horror Nightmare

Sam Daniel

 

Halloween night and horror

Thickened, sickened the bleak nights,

With children and adults

Wandering with masks and costumes

That would stand hair at the end

Of the Satan’s tail and devils beard

 

The cinemas and home televisions,

Internets, DVDs 3Ds and others

Had a festival of bloodbath

With endless movies of Halloween

Dracula, Vampires and Body Snatcher themes

 

My mind started working up night and day

Horror images in my sleep and daytime dozing

 

In a frozen fear struggle I woke up

To find my dog turned into a Dracula

Got me by my throat with its fangs

Deep down in the back of my neck

Lapsing up my jets of blood

With a mountain of struggle I threw away

The wretched animal that dashed against the wall

 

But then I woke up from that nightmare

And I found that I threw away my toy

Teddy bear that I held for the comfort

Against my chest and realised that

I never had a dog, all in my life!

 

 

The Mysterious Faceless Voice

Samantha Avon

 

When they woke up

They saw each other

One said,” I’m a stranger in Paradise”

The other one said, “I’m a danger in the Paradise.”

And then they heard

A domineering voice

You’re man and wife

They wondered

Who is man and who is wife?

And the voice said

You will soon find it

Adam! When I put you to sleep

I made a delicate surgery on you

I took a rib bone out from you

And made Eve out of it for you

 

They still were confused who was Adam

And who was Eve?

 

They looked at each other

And checked each other’s rib

They were all right

 

They asked a passing creeping

Elongated animal if he knew the fact

He just hissed and said eat that fruit

And you’ll know the truth

 

 

Once more they looked at each other

One said to the other you’ve got that

Bone hanging there down under

So I’m the one who is Adam whose

Bone is missing down under

 

Ever since that strange voice

Did not make it clear whose bone was

Missing, the world has been in confusion

And they always doubt that mysterious faceless voice

 

 

House of Wax

Leroy Lachman

 

In 1953 I was just a naiveté boy who

Grew up on a steady diet of the American comics,

Like Captain America and Marvels, Terrors,

Adventure stories and detective pulps,

Horror magazines and American Serials

 

Like Jerry Lewis in the film “Artists and Models”

I would wake up in the night and would hold my brother’s

Arms or neck and yell, “Stop thief, stop thief!”

Poor my brother would cry and say “No I’m your brother!”

 

Then they announced the horror film at the Eros

“House of Wax” and challenged that if you do not

Come out of the Theatre sweating

We’ll give you your money back.

We young ones took the challenge and lost

We came out dripping wet in our pants.

 

Days after seeing that film I saw myself helpless in the sleeps

Feeling that I was being in the cast-mould and a wicked man

Was pouring hot melted wax around me and rolling with laughter

And later in the horror museum I was looking at the visitors

But they did not understand that I was alive but couldn’t talk!

 

 

 

 

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