Paul Fowler wants us to write about the monsters in our lives. Real monsters or the ones that hide in our closets or under our beds. Or maybe the movie monsters who thrilled us as children... you remember The Mummy, the Wolfman...etc... let your imagination lead the way.
An old kid poem. I've probably posted it somehow here before. Sigh...
ReplyDeleteNIGHTMARES OF THE FINEST KIND
an acrostic
Norman's pet monster hides under the floor.
It comes out at night when it hears Norman snore,
Giving him nightmares that make Norman scream.
He loves having nightmares, the best kind of dream.
Tickets aren't needed for all that he'll see.
More blood, gore and horror that will guarantee
Action-filled features to match Stephen King
Right there in his nightmares all ready to spring.
Every night new ones, not one repeat yet.
So Norman takes very good care of his pet.
This is fun.
Deletelove the acrostic and yes it is a fun one.
DeleteSo very cute!
Deletemany monsters around now a days.....i've met most of them. nice poem victoria - love - paul.
DeleteI remember this poem. I loved it the first time I read it and I read it again as though I had never read it before. Terrific!
DeleteAn old one.
ReplyDeleteDRAGONS
When dragons hunt
each other
they know all the tricks
aren’t fooled by old wives’ tales
go for its head
bring virgins
a French dragon knows
American dragons
like to sleep with
foreigners
she seeks out her prey
in rural New York state
he’s drawn in by
the rolling
landslide of her neck
she puts on a tableau
studied passion
lists forward
sighs as she tells him
she likes to be damaged
he stays his claw
and she’s won
once he curls against
her he will not be seen
awake again
very cool and nicely done. love the story!
DeleteOh My!Very clever ineed. and Fun too. Thanks.
Deleteno dragons around her.....no virgins either ha ha.
DeleteAwesome poem. So gentle and violent all at once.
Deletethis is a very well written poem. it maintained a great flow of thought and like Victoria said, gentle and violent all at once. very cool!
DeleteHERE THERE BE MONSTERS 5
ReplyDeletevampires in my bed
zombies stalking every word i said
were wolves waiting to eat me
moby dick and monsters have me for tea
banshees in my head
lost and alone in the land of the dead
where much less was done than said
and most of the room was covered in red
having money does have it's compensations
means you can buy crucifixes to ward off complications
maybe next stop translvania
that should be far enough from her
though she would probably track me down
and do evil things with iron maidens that would make me frown.
dark and intriguing. I especially like the second verse.
DeleteI liked the compensations-complications couplet.
DeleteI like this one. Especially, as Tad said, the compensation/complications couplet. Except of course it should be "its" not "it's."
DeleteOK, Liked it better without the last verse,and perhaps "her" in the next to last could be "them" rather than her. After all there are more than one or two people who have been monsters in your life, and none of them deserve to be memorialized in verse. I actually liked the second one better.
Deletehey bonita. i am dark and intriguing ha ha. just a magnet for crazy women - paul.
Deletethanks tad. when is the next plane to translvania? - paul.
Deletegot my its mixed up vic. there is a joke in there somewhere, but i can't find it ha ha - love - paul.
Deletemany monsters in my life tash. despite the fact she broke my hand stabbed me and tried to kill me with a wardrobe, believe it or not, she is only in the top five of my worst girlfriends. not a patch on mary jane jones. ending up homeless and penniless was almost a relief after her - love - paul.
Deletegood monster poem. I never was afraid of your typical monster, werewolf, vampire, zombie, alien or mummy because my dad would see me getting all worked up and tell me "don't worry, Linda, the camera man will save him!"
DeleteHERE THERE BE MONSTERS 6
ReplyDeletei like the teenage lesbian knife gang
they kicked a peodophile in the balls
till they went bang!
never been through educational pitfalls
but all know the touch of the dragon fang
all wanted by the law
but i've seen monsters before
and these girls aren't it
they were all raped and abused by worthless shit
not vampires, but they only emerge from the docks at night
for some vodka and maybe a fight
think i'm the only man they trust
all desperate creatures seem to see me as a must
not monsters
just girls
with flick knives and curls
with lots of anger and grrrrrrrrrs!!!
pull up your roots
and fill your boots
see if spring brings fresh green shoots.
these poems hurt in more ways than one. typing with a broken hand make me go" oowww....oowww...ooowwww!". take care everyone. watch out for monsters. they are everywhere - love - paul.
yes you do like the lesbian knife gang. they do make interesting characters for poems and interesting stories.
DeleteI like this but don't think you need to insert yourself into it. I think you could do without that 2 line stanza.
DeleteGood poem, and I have to agree with Victoria, you don't need to be part of this poem, It's good all by itself.
Deletethe teenage lesbian knife gang are the only ones i trust around my way bonita. violent. drunken. dangerous and wanted by the law.....nice girls. they live in a packing container on the docks. they wanted to know if i would like them to kill marie.....i was so close to saying yes - love - paul.
Deletethink you are right vic. just wanted to make it clear that they don't hate all men...just about 99% of them. think i'll get them french flick knives for christmas. little abby carries a butchers knife almost as big as she is - love - paul.
Deletethanks tash. yes. there is no reason for me to be in this poem. i just sneaked in. they are the only thing i will miss when i move flats - love - paul.
Deleteyes, the real life monsters are much worse than the ones in the theater. They leave the worst scars.
DeleteSaturday Night - Monster of the Week
ReplyDeleteSaturday nights were special when we were kids
it was monster night on tv and we got to watch!
off to bed early then woken up late to prepare
for the monster of the week! we couldn't wait.
Dad would have gotten fresh hot shelled peanuts
from Mr. Peanut on 10th and state and we would
leave shells all over (not intentionally) as
we got into the show...Frankenstein, The Werewolf,
The Mummy... each more frightening than the other.
Sometimes we had root beer floats... my favorite.
We'd sit on the floor and enjoy our snacks
and the fright night that would keep us awake
most of the rest of the night... but we had to
be up in the morning for church so monsters must
be put to sleep as we anticipated next weekends
entertaining monster of the week.
Great story. Must have been before my time. I don't remember any of that, and by the time I remember Saturday nights, mom and dad were too frugal to get nuts from the store on 10th and State. Sigh...
DeleteSounds like fun! Good tale of your childhood, enjoyed it.
Deletea few monsters in the church too bonita. werewolves in sheep's clothing - love - paul.
DeleteSometimes it wasn't peanuts, sometimes, it was big pieces of shrimp or just a huge bowl of popcorn swimming in butter and salted just right. I think those are some of my pleasant memories too
DeleteElisa's Monster
ReplyDeleteElisa feared the monster
that dwelt beneath her bed,
she could not simply climb within
but jumped up there instead.
She thought the dreadful monster
would pull her underneath
and once safe under the covers
she'd breathe a sigh of relief.
Whenever I spent the night with her,
I joined her in the game,
I couldn't see the monster,
but pretended all the same.
I haven't seen her lately,
I hope that she's okay
and that the monster was not real
and took my friend away.
cute and fun... yes there is always that monster under the bed or in the closet or just in our crazy little minds...lol
DeleteThanks, Bonnie, you are kind and I am grateful for your comment.
DeleteYou did really good. I like this poem. I like how she felt safe under the covers. I always did. When bears or alligators were chasing me down the hall in the middle of the night, when I hopped into bed and got safely under those covers...I could breathe that, "sigh of relief"
DeleteThis was actually a childhood friend, and what she used to do. I suddenly remembered about her when I was pondering this prompt.
ReplyDeletei'd rather have a monster under my bed than in it tash. nice one - love - paul.
ReplyDeleteI hear you and agree.
DeleteI like this a lot. It’s succinct and leads very nicely to the sad conclusion. The rhymes feel natural and unforced
ReplyDeleteLife began for me when I was four
ReplyDeleteI think it really began full force
when I met the horrid monster
who hid in the closet down the hall
I remember full well what he looked like
how threatening and ferocious he was
he stared at me through bloody eyes and
smoke came out the nose, that dripped snot
he lurched toward me as I turned and
my scream never reached my throat
his skin was mottled and moldy green
and he stunk to high heaven of poop
I made it back to the apartment
it was on the third floor, you know
but, I wouldn't go out again, alone
until we moved to a house...
where there were NO monsters!
oh those scary closets! I remember them well.
DeleteOh my goodness! How terrifying! How did you ever come up with that description!!! Great story!
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