Group Poem XIV

Miscellaneous Other Topics.
saparris
Wordmaster
Posts: 794
Joined: Fri Jan 22, 2010 5:33 pm
Location: South Carolina USA

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby saparris » Wed Nov 07, 2012 11:16 am

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,
A porphyritic missile, with this name thereon:
Ars longa, vita brevis

Audiendus
Wordmaster
Posts: 908
Joined: Sun Feb 14, 2010 6:08 pm
Location: London, UK

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby Audiendus » Wed Nov 07, 2012 12:34 pm

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,
A porphyritic missile, with this name thereon:
My very own!

Perry Lassiter
Great Grand Panjandrum
Posts: 3333
Joined: Wed Jan 03, 2007 12:41 pm
Location: RUSTON, LA
Contact:

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby Perry Lassiter » Wed Nov 07, 2012 5:25 pm

ONWARD! I can't wait to see what happens next. The suspense is killing me!
pl

User avatar
Slava
Great Grand Panjandrum
Posts: 8013
Joined: Thu Sep 28, 2006 9:31 am
Location: Finger Lakes, NY

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby Slava » Wed Nov 07, 2012 5:36 pm

ONWARD! I can't wait to see what happens next. The suspense is killing me!
That's all, I do believe. Another good one, worthy of a round of applause.
Life is like playing chess with chessmen who each have thoughts and feelings and motives of their own.

Perry Lassiter
Great Grand Panjandrum
Posts: 3333
Joined: Wed Jan 03, 2007 12:41 pm
Location: RUSTON, LA
Contact:

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby Perry Lassiter » Wed Nov 07, 2012 10:48 pm

That WAS my second round of applause and a call for an encore stanza!
pl

saparris
Wordmaster
Posts: 794
Joined: Fri Jan 22, 2010 5:33 pm
Location: South Carolina USA

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby saparris » Wed Nov 07, 2012 11:38 pm

Here's Your Encore, Perry, following a reprise of the original:

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,
A porphyritic missile, with this name thereon:
My very own!

It's been a thousand years since first I knew my fate.
Ars longa, vita brevis

Audiendus
Wordmaster
Posts: 908
Joined: Sun Feb 14, 2010 6:08 pm
Location: London, UK

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby Audiendus » Thu Nov 08, 2012 7:47 am

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,
A porphyritic missile, with this name thereon:
My very own!

It's been a thousand years since first I knew my fate.
I comprehended what the phantom said: "You're 'late'!"

saparris
Wordmaster
Posts: 794
Joined: Fri Jan 22, 2010 5:33 pm
Location: South Carolina USA

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby saparris » Thu Nov 08, 2012 1:09 pm

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,
A porphyritic missile, with this name thereon:
My very own!

It's been a thousand years since first I knew my fate.
I comprehended what the phantom said: "You're 'late'!"
“Ah, yes!” I said, then quietly removed my shawl.
Ars longa, vita brevis

Audiendus
Wordmaster
Posts: 908
Joined: Sun Feb 14, 2010 6:08 pm
Location: London, UK

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby Audiendus » Thu Nov 08, 2012 7:56 pm

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,
A porphyritic missile, with this name thereon:
My very own!

It's been a thousand years since first I knew my fate.
I comprehended what the phantom said: "You're 'late'!"
“Ah, yes!” I said, then quietly removed my shawl.
This revelation made me welcome after all.

saparris
Wordmaster
Posts: 794
Joined: Fri Jan 22, 2010 5:33 pm
Location: South Carolina USA

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby saparris » Thu Nov 08, 2012 8:16 pm

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,
A porphyritic missile, with this name thereon:
My very own!

It's been a thousand years since first I knew my fate.
I comprehended what the phantom said: "You're 'late'!"
“Ah, yes!” I said, then quietly removed my shawl.
This revelation made me welcome after all
Death's tender call.
Ars longa, vita brevis

Audiendus
Wordmaster
Posts: 908
Joined: Sun Feb 14, 2010 6:08 pm
Location: London, UK

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby Audiendus » Thu Nov 08, 2012 8:40 pm

That's finally it, folks! Glad you all enjoyed it.

The moral of this macabre tale is: If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. :shock:

User avatar
Slava
Great Grand Panjandrum
Posts: 8013
Joined: Thu Sep 28, 2006 9:31 am
Location: Finger Lakes, NY

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby Slava » Thu Nov 08, 2012 8:54 pm

Somehow, a porphyritic missile does not strike me as tender. Nonetheless, a very nice epilogue. Thank you muchly, Gentlemen.
Life is like playing chess with chessmen who each have thoughts and feelings and motives of their own.

Perry Lassiter
Great Grand Panjandrum
Posts: 3333
Joined: Wed Jan 03, 2007 12:41 pm
Location: RUSTON, LA
Contact:

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby Perry Lassiter » Thu Nov 08, 2012 9:00 pm

Indeed! Were I site admin, I would give it a link of its own at the top of the menu! Thanx guys!
pl

saparris
Wordmaster
Posts: 794
Joined: Fri Jan 22, 2010 5:33 pm
Location: South Carolina USA

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby saparris » Thu Nov 08, 2012 9:04 pm

Thanks for dropping by. Morbid fun, this one. SAP
Ars longa, vita brevis

User avatar
Slava
Great Grand Panjandrum
Posts: 8013
Joined: Thu Sep 28, 2006 9:31 am
Location: Finger Lakes, NY

Re: Group Poem XIV

Postby Slava » Thu Nov 08, 2012 9:53 pm

Has there been one for American Thanksgiving? As we can't look things up anymore, it's hard to tell.

It would be nice if we could urge our poets on early. Then, should the desire strike, we could read the result out loud to the gathered crowd on the day itself. Hint, hint. :D
Life is like playing chess with chessmen who each have thoughts and feelings and motives of their own.


Return to “Res Diversae”

Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 11 guests