Queen of Ghosts

The invisible queen wanders

Through the shades of time

Goddess of the dark hours

Visits another side of my nature

Haunting a three-way crossroad

An ebony moon struggles to shine

Drawing down silence like the sky

Evening fogs the wishing glass

Extinguishing your footsteps

Where are you now?

This night-wandering Hecate

Is desolate as a deserted city

Trailing in the dust

Ghost hounds of hell sharply howl

With the bleak souls of the dead

Owls sit forever watchful

Silent in flight

A carrion-smell in their nests

We are lead into the shadows

Awaiting the blood-wise mystery

The clock will chime and shriek at 12

Disturbing centuries of bleeding statues

The limping ghost

Yearns to hurry to its death

So that a tear shall change its mind

With eyes gleaming silver

As grey ghouls in the moonlight

Will you come to me at midnight?

© 2021 Alexis Child. All rites reserved until the worms crawl in...

Secrets of the Dead House

secrets of the dead house

the world is simultaneously old and young

where the dark sky and broken walls

of the desolate old house meet

(once the home of breathless happiness) -

now impoverished of life

as even the birds no longer

sing around here

it seems as if, when the fire of love died down

the promising clouds also came to nothing -

thunder bewildered the expected rain

though, the tree and wild thyme which now

reside inside the dilapidated walls

still grope for reasons to survive

through fallen bricks

the wind stutters plumes of forlornness

through the artless disguise of black eyes

of non-existent windows and doors -

pregnant secrets silently whisper

through deteriorating walls -

secrets that will never be borne

as death has no tongue

JEANETTE NEL LE ROUX

Copyright reserved

04 May 2021

ON HEARTSONGS

Remembering Philip Church & Mattie Stepanek

Thank you Jeni Smith Stepanek for reposting this poem

ON HEARTSONGS

Dedicated to Poet Mattie J. T. Stepanek

PHILIP KENT CHURCH

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There’s a wondrous place, when seen in context,

Which exists and then passes, before the speaking of a word,

It lies just beyond what’s occurred, and what happens next,

And if one listens carefully – it’s where ‘heartsongs’ are heard.

The notions of past and future are merely what we insist,

Both the last moment and the next are beyond our affect,

The truth is, this moment is the only time we actually exist.

And only have the here and now where we can have effect.

Vain-glorious pursuits can become so self-defeating.

When a heart’s songs are recorded, be wise as sages,

Bearing in mind - both riches and fame are fleeting.

Heartsongs must be inscribed to stand the test of ages.

Be still and listen in your heart for the echo from above,

Listening close in a peaceful moment of no fear or panic,

You can hear the heartsongs - recognized for their love,

And join the ranks of ‘peace-makers’ –

Like MATTIE STEPANEK!

https://www.facebook.com/Philip-Kent-Church-1409887615889348

THE DIG:

I unearth your very small & such delicate head,

Now releasing you, from your deep earthen bed,

I peer into gone eyes, of worm devoured sockets,

Seeking past answers, from sightless vacant pockets.

Are you really she, who once walked upon this earth?

She who loved, laughed & long ago, once gave birth,

She who once smiled & with your flesh well rounded,

She who was once so vital & with life, so abounded.

I touch your delicate & now nameless small bones,

With a blessing & a prayer, I return you back home,

Beneath soil´s clay loam, within cemetery’s dark hole,

All your being interred, except your perfect small soul.

POETRY BY - SUE LOBO ©: /|\

Change

Looking back at my history

I can see

All my mistakes

And missed breaks

Maybe, i was blind

Or had other things on my mind

Living life in such a hurry

Not taking time to worry

Time for a Change

Time for a change

Remembering the good times I had

Instead of dwelling on the sad

Its never to late

Too forgive those who hate

Days become years, so fast

But you can change the past

Do not let your life fall apart

Unchain your heart

Change can happen

Change can happen

Make that choice

Use your voice

Ignore your self pride

Reveal the emotions inside

Already forgiving

This time I am living

No need to breakup

Instead lets makeup

Make the change happen

Make the change happen

Peter T Murray 8 June 2021