Group Poem XIV
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile.
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile.
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile,
And then, “I hope your legs are quicker than your wit.”
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile,
And then, “I hope your legs are quicker than your wit.”
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile,
And then, “I hope your legs are quicker than your wit.”
But how could evanescent shades force me to quit?
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile,
And then, “I hope your legs are quicker than your wit.”
But how could evanescent shades force me to quit?
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile,
And then, “I hope your legs are quicker than your wit.”
But how could evanescent shades force me to quit?
So I'll end it!
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile,
And then, “I hope your legs are quicker than your wit.”
But how could evanescent shades force me to quit?
So I'll end it!
Ars longa, vita brevis
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Re: Group Poem XIV
I am really impressed, but, alas, I followed it without
making any contributions. You guys are too good for me.
When I thought it was going to go one way, it took a
turn. I was sort of rooting for the ghost for awhile,
I'll confess.
Bravo, bravo! ! !
making any contributions. You guys are too good for me.
When I thought it was going to go one way, it took a
turn. I was sort of rooting for the ghost for awhile,
I'll confess.
Bravo, bravo! ! !
-----please, draw me a sheep-----
Re: Group Poem XIV
Hey, Luke.
Save your applause. We have one more verse to go, and the ghost might just win! It depends the next five lines.
Steve
Save your applause. We have one more verse to go, and the ghost might just win! It depends the next five lines.
Steve
Ars longa, vita brevis
- Slava
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Re: Group Poem XIV
By-the-by, I did send the previous poem into my local paper. Not only did they not publish it, they did not even deign to reply.
Life is like playing chess with chessmen who each have thoughts and feelings and motives of their own.
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Re: Group Poem XIV
But this is the best yet. Try one of the poetry mags. This one should be preserved, framed, and sold in Haloween catalogues!
pl
Re: Group Poem XIV
You're putting a lot of pressure on the dynamic duo! I hope we can deliver a winning fifth stanza! SAP
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIV
(I suppose that "end it" was a poor choice, since some of you assumed that the poem was over. I revised the last line to correct that assumption.)
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile,
And then, “I hope your legs are quicker than your wit.”
But how could evanescent shades force me to quit
This haunted skit?
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile,
And then, “I hope your legs are quicker than your wit.”
But how could evanescent shades force me to quit
This haunted skit?
Ars longa, vita brevis
- Slava
- Great Grand Panjandrum
- Posts: 8491
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Re: Group Poem XIV
I guess I was not entirely clear in my previous post. The poem I was speaking of was the Polysemous one on politics and elections.
Life is like playing chess with chessmen who each have thoughts and feelings and motives of their own.
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile,
And then, “I hope your legs are quicker than your wit.”
But how could evanescent shades force me to quit
This haunted skit?
"Is it Walpurgis Night?" I scoffed. "Or Halloween?"
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile,
And then, “I hope your legs are quicker than your wit.”
But how could evanescent shades force me to quit
This haunted skit?
"Is it Walpurgis Night?" I scoffed. "Or Halloween?"
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile,
And then, “I hope your legs are quicker than your wit.”
But how could evanescent shades force me to quit
This haunted skit?
"Is it Walpurgis Night?" I scoffed. "Or Halloween?"
An abracadabra or a candy routine?
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile,
And then, “I hope your legs are quicker than your wit.”
But how could evanescent shades force me to quit
This haunted skit?
"Is it Walpurgis Night?" I scoffed. "Or Halloween?"
An abracadabra or a candy routine?
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XIV
The Ghost
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light.
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile,
And then, “I hope your legs are quicker than your wit.”
But how could evanescent shades force me to quit
This haunted skit?
"Is it Walpurgis Night?" I scoffed. "Or Halloween?
An abracadabra or a candy routine?"
Then—horror! From a nearby grave, up flew the stone,
While strolling through a graveyard on a moonless night
I saw an apparition of transparent light.
Beside a headstone was a strange ethereal head
With tomb-like looks, yet not irrevocably dead
"Hi there", I said.
"You must not venture through this place!" the visage cried.
"I have no necrophilic motive", I replied,
Hoping—nay, praying—that the specter felt the same.
It glared, and told me to substantiate my claim
Or die in shame.
So I explained the cause of my nocturnal walk:
My melancholy spirit made me seek the dark.
A lambent arm appeared. "Look thither", howled the ghost,
At all the souls that call this cemetery host.
Dude, you'd be toast!"
“Ill bread? Poor Yorick never uttered words so vile!”
My deft paronomasia induced a smile,
And then, “I hope your legs are quicker than your wit.”
But how could evanescent shades force me to quit
This haunted skit?
"Is it Walpurgis Night?" I scoffed. "Or Halloween?
An abracadabra or a candy routine?"
Then—horror! From a nearby grave, up flew the stone,
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