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Black Shuck a Poem.

Thought I’d post a little poem about Black Shuck. I was researching him for a story and ended up with a poem.

Black Shuck.

Black Shuck skulks under the darkened sky

howling his message to you or I

his hackles a warning of death in the air

the pending mourning for someone you care.

The hairs on your neck bristle up and hold firm

to the blood curdling cry of the demon in fur

Don’t ignore the howl of the red eyed beast

its drooling mouth and pointed teeth

The inky black shadow who lurks in the wood

or under a window in your neighbourhood.

He’s here with a warning that all is not well

he’s deaths darkest messenger, that phantom from hell.

Don’t cover your ears or hide in the nook

there’s no getting away from the message of Black Shuck.

All Text Copyright © 2012 Annie Green ( Trudy Chappell) All Rights Reserved

 
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Posted by on November 14, 2012 in My Poetry

 

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My Gran Said…

A silly poem.

My Gran Said…

He’s gonna stab him with that gun

my gran said

as we watched the murder mystery

unfold

He’s gonna strangle her in her bed

my gran said

as we watched the love scene

being told

He’s gonna poison her with that drink

My gran said

as we watch the garden party for the Queen

being shown

You’re missing the news

my gran said

as Ronny and Ronny

fooled around

someone robbed the bank

my gran said

as the advert for the trustees

was aired

She’s gonna kill him with that pan

My gran said

as Fanny and Johnny

fry an egg

This is a good cup of tea

my gran said

sipping hot chocolate

from a mug

You trying to get me drunk?

my gran said

slurring over eggnog

in a glass

She’s driving us mad

my sister said

as gran dozed in the chair.

Snoring.

Shh! Don’t wake her up

I said

As peace descended

for once.

 

All Text Copyright © 2012 Annie Green ( Trudy Chappell) All Rights Reserved

 
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Posted by on July 2, 2012 in Gibberish, My Poetry, Short Stories

 

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Another Poem from Me

I see Zombies.

 

Direct from Hell.

Black clouds roll into necropolis

as night falls on hallowed ground.

Dense fog creeps into inky black wells

of the cold, damp pits beneath.

 

They gather for a ritual

to wed in black and grey.

They’re searching for a sacrifice

to pay the devils alms

 

For the bride to have her former self,

they have made a deal.

To bring you to the boneyard

for you are the immolate.

 

Eerie whispers beckon you in

to join the festive brawl.

The putrid breath that sucks your life

will keep you in their spell.

 

Grating stone on grating stone

they crawl from their tombs.

They rise and bid you come inside

to join them on their side.

 

The church bells sound the warning toll,

the breeze will quietly tell.

Stay away from the graveyard tonight,

they’ve come direct from hell.

 

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A Poem by Me.

This is one of the poems I originally intended to submit for my OU EMA, then changed my mind and went for the fiction option instead. I also think this poem is more for children, we were told not to write for children so here it is. Hope you like it.

The Haunting.

What can I hear in my darkened room

Whispers and giggles and bumps

Who is it playing in the attic gloom

Goblins or elves or a ghost?

I lie in my bed with the blankets pulled up

Listening to the thumps

I think it’s a burglar or a monster or rats

or next door playing ‘trumps’.

A creak and a groan and a bang on the wall

and a screech from an owl outside

The wind whistles in down the chimney it comes

I’m scared and I want to hide.

The door handle moves and turns to the right

and the doors opens with a creak

I see the eyes and the brilliant white teeth

I think I’m going to freak

I jump out of bed and flick on the light

And there stands the kids in their jimmers

‘We heard a noise and now we’re afraid’

‘Oh don’t be silly it’s only the timbers!’

All Text Copyright © 2012 Annie Green ( Trudy Chappell) All Rights Reserved

 

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Another Haiku

Study

Study for the brain

Fog in the way

Can’t remember a thing

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Cold Night

Wrap up warm

Bloomers round your bum

Temperature drops

 

All Text Copyright © 2012 Annie Green ( Trudy Chappell) All Rights Reserved

 
 

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TMA 3 Limerick

My TMA 3 Limerick.

Old Nick

There was an old man called Nick

Whose horns were decidedly slick

He polished his tail

As he took up his Grail

And poked at the flames with his stick

All Text Copyright © 2012 Annie Green ( Trudy Chappell) All Rights Reserved

 

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TMA 3 Poetry

The results of TMA 3 Poetry came back at midnight last night and I am happy to say I managed to get 73% for it. It amazed me that my mark was that good because I thought I’d written complete rubbish for poems.

Here is one of the two poems, (I also wrote a limerick which I will post later) Hope you like it.

Hocus Pocus

 

Witches hats and flapping bats,

broomsticks and brew.

Hocus Pocus magic words,

and rat tails, just a few.

 

The book of spells, The Grimoire, tells

I need a hair of hubby too.

I’ve filled a cauldron with your bits,

and tongue of newt for you.

 

Black magic sells the evil spells

for love no longer true.

So I’ve got some wax and poison flax

to make an effigy of you.

 

Witches hats and flapping bats,

broomsticks and brew.

Hocus Pocus magic words.

I’ve got my needle stuck in you.

All Text Copyright © 2012 Annie Green ( Trudy Chappell) All Rights Reserved

 

 

 
 

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