wraith - original poem

 wraith

besieged by the curse

of her bloody face

a dusty wraith

with a grimacing face

waltzing and pirouetting

atop oaken cabinetry

hidden from the sheen

of the 7 pronged candelabra

bouncing in dismal wavers

with a single hand attached

adjacent to the pulley system

her shadow is longing

restlessly pacing

in the absence of a caretaker

or a wandering spirit 

with enough free time

to take care

of her awful situation

stuck in the millennium loop

somewhere out of phase

between here 

and some other hidden place

so her shadow will keep bobbing

peeking out of doorways

and moseying along the floorboards

until we finally open the door

and she follows our beacon 

of guiding white light

But I repeat -

she cannot follow us home

we will allow no energy attachments

this dusty wraith

stuck in an abandoned

decrepit foundational cage

a glitch of time and space

where trauma nuggets

are too beautiful to dust off

no more heart

to nibble on and eat

so she will waste away 

into the voids and shadows

permeating in the corners 

of the dark castle rooms

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16565140-wraith-by-Colvet

Name That Author #3

Hint:  Science Fiction

Comment your guesses/answers below...no Google Images searches!

dreamland theatre - original poem

 

dreamland theatre

welcome to dreamland

where the marquis lights

are always on

where the signs 

of upcoming showings

orient themselves

and align their movements

with the dynamics

of human creativity

where all their fears

insecurities

aesthetic pleasantries

are thrown at the screen

like a Pollock paint pail

I've brought my trusty

little black handgun to protect me

from your posessions

the ticket booth is empty

but there is a little pink colored

stamped cardboard square

left only for me

and all the halls are unlocked

you tell me justice

retribution

and death 

with be on the screen

15 years in the making

supposedly

too bad the popcorn machine

is out of service

i won't let your nitrite film roll

scare me senseless

i won't let your moans

or bloody drips

spook me out of the theatre

even though

I'm drunk in darkness

crippled by fear

I'll still have the courage to check

all the lines of seats

and protect 

everything I built

on this humanly existence 

5 shots ring out

but your body doesn't drop

it just dissolves into the woodwork

into the marble stairwells

into the corded light walkways

I'm on the theatre screen

forever and always

scary movies

on the silver screen

horror sci fi

supernatural

aliens

maniacs

tranatulas

braniacs

and everything in between

at the horrorthon

meet us outside

the right vertical

dreamland lights

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16502675-dreamland-theatre-by-Colvet

Friday the 13th - original poem

 

Friday the 13th

I'm stoked

for the wild berry harvest

this Friday, the 13th

I'll drive straight to your house

right from the lab

need anything from the store?

I'll have my crystals to clean

and a bag of dead flowers and herbs

we'll pray for lunar showers

and moonlight light shows

flying like abandoned jet packs

once the harvest is complete

let's wait and see

what our consciousness

collectively

can conjure up

on this sacred evening

of familiar friends

and previous hosts

now ghosts

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16529150-Friday-the-13th-by-Colvet

Rick Hautala Covers #1

Some of my favorite Zebra horror paperback covers come from Rick Hautala. I think I currently have all or most of these in my own vintage paperback collection!  I especially like the covers for the "Moon" series that I have shown at the end of the list herein.  Cheers!

bug collection - original poem

 

bug collection

does my bug collection scare you?

why do you find them so gruesome?

look into their prehistoric eyes

see the Mesozoic parties

held through their exoskeletal

back legs and pads

why are you afraid to look

at the diversity of life

and the history of death

through my formaldehyde

bottled protected collections

of insect brains and antennas

floating in viscous clouded baths

hearts harvested and washed

in phosphate buffer streams

we must preserve their vessels

in the exact condition we found them

finders keepers

but losers never weep

they simply share

their secrets for free

to students unworthy

of illuminating treaties

and shine their jars

their slides

their specimens

to people afraid to look

into praying mantis eyes

and stroke the outline

of crustacean bugs

dancing on chloroform

corroded vials

pill packs

and sealed cells

organized first by function

second by size

housed on the warped walls

share the galleria

with my lock-guarded

bug collection

in the adjacent room

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16483717-bug-collection--by-Colvet

zengaya - original poem

 

zengaya

zengaya

lob it off

anywhere the monkey

left you with with red bites

must be decapitated

left hand

right shoulder

nick in your forehead

your body finally scattered perfectly

zengaya

zengaya

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16549252-zengaya--by-Colvet