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Author of horror genre
“Tales of the Dead”
I tell of tales that once were told
That reach inside and grab your soul
Of times when the blood would run cold
From demons they were to behold
Bloodthirsty and ravenous
Their decision was unanimous,
The demons, how they came at us,
The end result calamitous
Shaken to our very core
Wealthy, as well as very poor
It did not matter anymore
Things weren’t like they were before
Wild thrashings and beheadings
Were only just the beginning
Never once was man winning
Frightened with heads spinning
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Mankind on a wild rail car ride
Bodies torn down both sides
Deadly forces forced to collide
For a miracle, the people cry out
As they pray about this demonic turnabout
But nothing can save even the devout
No one is safe, no one has enough clout
The demons reach inside and tear out our souls
They have no care for leaving us whole
They just want to see you lose all control
That, my friend, is their ultimate goal.
So when the demons come, and they will come soon
At a day and time they find opportune
Know that you’re only hope is you ‘nd
The noble warriors in your dead platoon.
“Pain, Pain, Go Away!”
Pain, pain, go away
I just can’t take it another day
My heart breaks
My soul aches
Don’t know how much more I can take.
My mind is drifting, buried deep in sorrow.
Don’t want to wake up for tomorrow.
This life is hell, demons and devils.
I stare into the glass with its mirror beveled.
Take me now; take my soul. You haunt me, so I can’t take anymore.
I cry out to live, but my voice only dies.
On the cries of the others who went before me. Died.
I’ve cried my River. I’ve drowned in my tears, and
I’ve done it for about 1000 years.
I want to be free, free from this hell,
Free from the swamp, free from the smell.
Rotting corpses are all that live here.
Burning scars on my face from black tears.
I want to be free!
Make the pain go away!
I can’t do this!
I can’t do this!
No, not today!
No,
No,
Not another damn day!
“Every Lady Needs a Little Romance”
Every lady needs a little romance
A quick twirl and a dip in a sudden dance
A bouquet of flowers
Or some smell-good for the shower
Or the bubble bath drawn for two
The box of chocolates already missing a few
The occasional whispered I love you
In the ear during a gentle caress
And just before you unbutton my dress
There are so many ways to show your love and affection
Even a choice of your own creation
A poem, a song, a video clip
Romance is not meant to take a dip
Over time it should grow
And become more personal, the more you know
About the one you love,
The greater the love and romance you’ll show
The more joy you will have in your relationship
Like dancing the Two-Step being led by his hips
Never let the romance in your lives fade away
For then your love for each other disappears day by day
And soon you will find yourself walking through that door
To a partner who is someone you don’t recognize anymore.
“Evil Speaks”
Evil speaks
A rum tatta rum
Words spelled out like sounds on a drum
When you hear them
you’d better run
A rum tatta rum
A rum tatta rum
When they come, they come so fast,
These sounds, these words
They linger, they last
Sounds blaring now
Sounds like a blast
A rum tatta rum
A rum tatta rum
Drum noise so pounding
It’s all you can hear
Crazy swirling in your head
Begging for it to disappear
And now, a ringing in your ears.
Your heart throbs and now jumps from your chest,
You have reached the climax of your fears.
Your muscles tense and body parts writhe
A rum tatta rum
Feeling pressure behind your eyes
A rum tatta rum
You plead, you drop,
“Is it ever going to stop?”
A rum tatta rum
A rum tatta rum
You’ve had all you can take, and you can’t take anymore.
A rum tatta rum
Suddenly, before you appears a door,
A rum tatta rum
You open your eyes;
You’re sweaty but awake.
No rum tatta rum
Just your own bed to make.
Written on 7/25/23
“The Lady in the Yellow Dress”
The lady in the yellow dress dances in the square
The lady in the yellow dress dances, has no cares
She’s filled with joy and laughter
Her hips move like ripples through water
She creates an air of energy, an atmosphere of harmony
Her long, wavy brown hair flies through the air behind her as her yellow dress swirls in circles
Her motions are inviting and welcoming, as others join her to dance
She dances all around the square before seeing a man dressed in a black suit and tie
She makes her way toward him, gliding softly as if on air
The lady in the yellow dress dances into his arms as he so delicately lays her down, down on the ground
The lady in the yellow dress has danced her last round
“I Hear a Knock”
I hear a knock
But do not want to answer
I hear the phone
But decide to let it ring
I hear the doorbell
But do not open the door
Who beckons me?
It chills me to my core.
The phone stops ringing, and the knocks just stop.
A crinkly creature comes
Out of a wooden box
A long, tubelike figure with jagged teeth and black eyes
And lets out the sounds
Of whispering cries
It creeps up on its victim
Who lies shuddering in fear
And sucks the very life
From that person crying tears
A legend’s foe, as legends go,
This creature, the enemy of life.
Life’s enemy can only be
Destiny and strife
The victims’ fate
Never too late
Always comes on time
When the jagged teeth of
That crinkly creep
Sink in deep to dine.
Written on 5/8/2023
“Lucky Bottle”
I’m on a ship that’s in a bottle and I’m trapped inside
These walls of glass that hold my sky
I wait for the waters to subside
While I use my hands to dry my eyes.
It’s hell in here
Tossed in the waves
My lonely years
Expressed in the staves
All because I picked up a bottle
Lying there at the edge of the water
Seeing something down inside
I held the bottle to my eye
Sometime later, I awoke inside
At first, I thought that I had died.
But I had not, I’m quite alive.
And desperate, do you hear my cries?
Alas, I have given up.
To reach shore would take more than luck.
I lay down on the deck of the ship,
Expecting to sleep, I would drift,
When the bottle came to a roll
And rested in a shallow hole
On a beach like the one I once knew
Under a sky of a shadowy blue
A young girl has found me
She dusts the sand from the bottle
“No, don’t look inside the bottle!”
“No, no! Don’t,” I holler.
But it’s too late
I feel real weak
And suddenly now, I’m awake on the beach
The bottle laying at my feet
I took that bottle and threw it far and deep.
Remembering how many years I’d weeped.
I turned and ran up the beach
As I heard a young woman calling out for Clarice,
“Clarice!”
“The Distance”
In the distance
I see you standing there
In the distance
Unknown are your cares
In the distance
Wish your lips could share
In the distance
What your soul would bare
Closing the distance
I run to you over there
Closing the distance
Into your eyes I stare
Closing the distance
Hand gripping your hair
Closing the distance
Your life, I can’t spare
Written on February 21, 2023
“Just a Holiday”
A day of celebration,
of love,
of recognition,
of thankfulness,
and gratitude
in a time-honored tradition.
A day to express your feelings for the loved one in your life,
whether that person is your life partner,
your husband or your wife.
Today is a time to thank them for all they do for you,
for the way they make you feel,
and for the dreams you both pursue.
So, my dear life partner, lover and best friend,
I honor you with this poem
and the best wishes that it sends.
Thank you for always paying for my gas,
for buying my food
and for making me laugh.
Every girl should have a guy like you,
but it would take her having two to equal one of you.
I can not count the number
of great things you do for me,
the things you think I don’t care about,
the things you think I don’t see
like tolerating all of the quirkiness of me just being me,
all of the personal things that others do not see,
all of the hidden things
kept behind a social screen.
You know the best of me.
You know the worst of me.
And beyond all of that,
you have this perfect love for me.
I still feel our first kiss when you kiss my lips.
No matter how old we get, that I won’t forget.
Nor will I forget the way in which we met.
Not many can say they have a story like that, I bet.
Whatever tomorrow may bring for me,
I know you will be there,
always cheering me on.
We make such a great pair.
Going through life without each other is a definite no, not ever.
Because one day we stood inside a Lowe’s and decided on forever.
Even walked out with a sign for above the door to always remember.
Just so you know that our love lives on deep inside of me,
in my memories that you keep alive in me,
and in the things we do every day
that create more and more memories along the way.
I love you with a deep felt passion
Even though I don’t always show it,
it’s important to me that you know it,
and I will work on expressing myself like this to you more in each and every day
instead of on just a holiday.
“Deadly Attraction”
I’ve been waiting for you
Just outside your door
I’ve been waiting for you
I won’t take much more
I only want what I need to survive
Just enough to keep me alive
I don’t enjoy this task
That question, “Why me?”
You’ll ask
I can’t explain it.
Your beauty, your wit
Your kindness, your tits
Ultimately, that changes nothing
I’m here to stake a claim for something
I’m after you
And that’s all that matters
I can’t think about how
Your heart will shatter.
Come outside already! Damn!
I’m getting too angry, ma’m.
Noises are coming from all around me
The causes of them, I can not see
Even with my skills and agility
The causes escape even my abilities.
Suddenly,
Hands tightly around my neck
Like an air show, a fight ensues
It’s her, she’s like me,
In all she can do
A quick surprise,
A fast twist from the left
A swing real wide
My body is quick to die
A bobbling head, side to side,
Before falling from up high
Down to the street below
My head and body go
Written on 2/8/2023
Author P.S. Kessell 