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Obsolete Obituaries
by V. Blakehello, hollow heroes, and happy Halloween;
come sing songs of all the skeletons
best left buried in between
the scarlet auspices of autumn
and the grieving of the green,
as graffiti in the graveyard
sirens sinners to the scene,
where we welcome weary wanderers,
left less-lucid in the light,
and embrace each and every egress
of knaves into the night,
for if forty winks fulfills ya
and dawn delights your sight,
may chemicals confound ya,
till spirits spend their spite.
10/04/2010 Author's Note: My Chillingly Creepy Competition contest entry
Posted on 10/04/2010
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 10/04/10 at 08:42 PM Love this. Makes me want to go back to Salem, MA, if only for a day or two. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 10/05/10 at 10:47 AM Funny, I thought of Salem too. Fun read; great rhythm. ;o) |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/05/10 at 12:33 PM Nice Vince! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/05/10 at 02:08 PM You've got my vote. Just awesome. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 10/05/10 at 03:42 PM Loved it! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/05/10 at 07:56 PM Terrific fun to read, clever colors! |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 10/06/10 at 03:34 AM Very shades of Washington Irving...even in rhyme you rock! |
| Posted by Shonda Creemer on 10/09/10 at 03:44 AM I second Gabe! You so have my vote! Cool piece. |
| Posted by Jennifer Ragan on 10/15/10 at 03:33 PM A clever and cool write:) |
| Posted by Timothy Wilson on 01/06/11 at 02:47 PM Brilliant. Flows like pee on porcelain (in a good way) very creative and structured at the same time. nice work dude. I love the title too. |
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