Tag: ghostly
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June 17, 2007 01:00 PM EDT --
A shadow casts over me in the night
I do not scream for I have no fright
A Restless soul he comes to me
My father cannot rest in peace
Words he speaks are without a voice
He says . . . more
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July 11, 2007 02:24 PM EDT --
Dawn was the worst time
When light came through the shutters
Leaking memories with a cutting edge
To slit through sleep and dreams.
He'd lay and stare and gently rock
As if she slept beside . . . more
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May 28, 2008 03:01 PM EDT --
She had the looks
Of Louise Brooks;
But there was just
Something more, Stan
Stolwhyski thought
As he sipped his
Beer, something far
Beyond the bangs
And eyes, the lips
And such; something . . . more
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December 14, 2007 04:09 AM EST --
After dark,
In the deep dug trenches,
Dead soldiers gather
In their ghostly groups,
Muttering menacingly
Of brutal tales
Or breaking into jaunty laughter
At saucy jokes,
With punch or poke . . . more
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April 02, 2007 03:23 PM EDT --
Just there
By the blue wall
Is where the cot stood.
Bare now
The space.
But if you gaze
By the moon’s glow,
In a dark mood
With the curtains drawn
Back and roped,
It seems to stand
Ghost like, . . . more
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October 16, 2007 02:41 AM EDT --
All along the line
The dead men sing, fine
Voices, ghostly,
Young men mostly,
Straight limbed, keen eyed,
Gone now, died
On some front of war,
The reason and why for
Lost in the mud and grime,
Some politician’s . . . more
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November 05, 2006 03:36 AM EST --
Not So Ghostly Town
There is nothing ghostly
About the graves
Of people from many lands
Who came for wealth
But only found
Their senseless bodies
Committed to the ground,
Leaving themselves . . . more
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August 03, 2007 03:21 PM EDT --
As some of you know, one thing I love to do it transform pictures. I don't personally like pictures of myself so I started 'fixing' them. Changing, rearranging, editing, morphing, stylizing, . . . more
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October 29, 2006 01:47 PM EST --
When I lived in Germany, my favorite place to visit was the Marienburg Castle, nestled high on a hill above the city of Wurzburg
I've been thinking about this most incredible castle today . . . more
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March 12, 2008 04:54 AM EDT --
And where the light shone through
She sensed a finger touch her brow;
A ghostly finger, make a mark
Along the fine crease lines
Where her worries
Had driven through flesh, like a plough
Across . . . more
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September 24, 2007 01:38 PM EDT --
hey people,it seems i cannot copy and paste the article any longer for the whiners here on gather will cry about it so here it is,short form with the link for you to go to read.....
'Grease,' . . . more
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October 13, 2007 03:31 AM EDT --
Young Charlotte’s cot
Is empty now. What
Silence invades
The room. The shades
Are drawn to keep out
Light to spoil. The shout
And scream have long
Gone. Something was wrong.
The eerie stillness; . . . more
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December 16, 2007 12:11 PM EST --
Along the beach the children play,
With bucket and spade
And pebbles and sand
And odd shells abandoned
And cast aside by the sea's swell.
I can hear them still;
Their castles of sand
Washed . . . more
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August 10, 2007 02:19 AM EDT --
He saw her once
In lonesome dance
Upon some beach
Out of reach
Like a ghostly swan
With nothing on
Except the sun
And silent breeze
Then on her knees
She slowly fell
This girl
In still seclusion.
Was . . . more
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October 26, 2006 11:47 PM EDT --
This happened in a little town, Norris Arm, in Newfoundland and even
though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's absolutely true.
This guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking . . . more
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January 17, 2008 05:12 AM EST --
By now, Aley, I must be a faded memory,
a ghostly imprint in a dogeared book.
Your overloaded senses
may gloss over the hazy image,
my name may have lost its veneer.
Amidst a . . . more
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June 09, 2008 03:44 AM EDT --
I am gonna be honest with ya...I am reading about this one woman who wrote this book called The Ghosts of 87th Lane...by M.L Woelm. It's a great book so far..but, what I do not get is why the heck . . . more
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March 17, 2008 02:41 AM EDT --
Who used the boat on the lake last
No one knows, but some say
When the moon is full
You can see a man pull
Away from the shore,
Heaving on each oar
With determination, with a woman
In . . . more
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June 16, 2008 02:53 PM EDT --
See the tide goes out,
But doesn't bring her
Back. Bring back whom? My
Ceili. The one I
Loved so much. Did she
Disappear here? Yes.
Drowned out there in that
Vast expanse of sea. . . . more
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October 23, 2006 04:33 PM EDT --
Having been invited recently to write a ghost story by one of our ghoulie gather ghost groups, .I thought long and hard and remember this little tale that happened one night while staying in an old old . . . more
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