Post Your Poetry
| 
|
Witchvox Chapter: Local Poetry
| Chapter Page Views: 20,006,417
|
Poeem Specs
VxPoem ID: 41084
Category:
humor
Posted: September 16th. 2011 5:11:08 PM
Views: 236 |
The Creature
by Radko Vacek
Age Group: Adult
In honor of the tragic genius of Edgar Allan Poe.
I
Once upon an evening dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over yesteryear, bygone faces and voices by the score--
While I dozed off, half-way dreaming, suddenly there came sounds, seeming
Like paws stretched up tapping, tapping at my locked front door.
"Must be some stray cat, " I grumbled, "scratching at my front door--
Yet another! nothing more."
II
Yes, well I do remember, that eve in dark and cool October.
How I recalled the days of summer, their joys over!
Verily I felt quite sad, remembering the beautiful things I had,
Lost to the darkness like that evening, a grayness to confuse,
Making goodness hard to see and choose, until we lose
What we love most, forevermore!
III
Clearly I remember the vibes in the room (ones of doom,
When things distinct as moon and sun
Blur together as though they were one,
Consciousness gets confused, and how easily we lose
Blessed life, beloved friends, and the poor Lenore!)
And the rapping, rapping, at my locked door.
IV
Outdoors was the eve of the hooting of the owl,
Otherwise as quiet as the drifting of that fog,
But the barking of the distant, little dog
In my mind (confused and working spells!) seemed the howl
Of a pack of wolves as I, startled to the core,
Heard more rapping, rapping, at my locked door.
V
Picture me, a man so old, so alone
(My hair standing on end!) almost turning into stone,
My teeth chattering, my thoughts all scattered,
Terrified of getting robbed and battered,
To the verge of nearly crapping,
By the rapping, rapping, at my bolted door!
VI
Worn out as I was, worried and weak,
I gathered all my might by the window, just to peak!
How bleak it was, an eve made just for home,
The trees like apparitions--of bodies bare, to the bone!
The sole living thing out was a bat, with its wings
Beating, beating, close by my very door.
VII
Finally I exploded, giving out a shout,
"What is all this infernal rapping all about!
Oh please, fiend or friend, would you tell me who you are,
Some odd being fallen from a star,
Or some ghost to haunt me, forevermore?"
Outside was silence. Nothing more.
VIII
That time of fear and wonder gives cause to pause and ponder:
How one mere eve of autumn, dark and cool
With fog covering like a veil, can well make fine wits fail,
In wandering on the edge and falling like a fool--
In grave peril, either life or honor,
Through again that rapping, rapping (aahhh!) , at my door.
IX
I put out the fire, hoping to retire
To bed and to sweet dreams, but no! Instead,
Horrid fantasies kept filling my weary head!
"Is it some robber, " I thought, "or peddler who bothers
Not with conscience (or some fiend of ancient lore!)
That keeps rapping, (rapping!) , at my bolted door?"
X
Then profoundly I had thought, "Am I doing as I ought,
Not to heed the rapping, a rap, perhaps, of need?
Out of crazy confusion, in fear of rude intrusion,
Am I being inhumane to some creature poor in pain?"
For better or for worse, I did decide to open wide
My once securely bolted door!
XI
The creature nearly stopped my heartbeat!
It was small overall; three-feet-tall? Not even!
But it seemed to be a giant bug, all pea green!
With two antennae bobbing on its head,
It demanded a treat, or a trick instead!
(Sigh!) And why not? It was Halloween!
Author's Location: Toledo, Ohio
More Poems: Radko Vacek has posted 240 additional poems- View them?
Contact Me Via Email...
Email Invites Note: Yes! I have opted to receive invites to Pagan events, groups, and commercial sales
Disclaimer: The Witches' Voice inc does not verify the accuracy of the details stated in this listing, nor do we vouch for the value of the goods or services presented here... As with all contacts and financial dealings in cyberspace, we encourage you to use caution and wisdom in your dealings with strangers.
Political Statements: Any and all personal political opinions expressed in the public listing sections (including, but not restricted to, personals, events, groups, shops, Wren's Nest, etc.) are solely those of the author(s) and do not reflect the opinion of The Witches' Voice, Inc. TWV is a non-profit, non-partisan educational organization.
|
State/Country flags created by 3dflags.com and are used with permission
Web Site Content (including: text - graphics - html - look & feel)
Copyright 1997-2013 The Witches' Voice Inc. All rights reserved
Note: Authors & Artists retain the copyright for their work(s) on this website.
Unauthorized reproduction without prior permission is a violation of copyright laws.
Website structure, evolution and php coding by Fritz Jung on a Macintosh G5.
Any and all personal political opinions expressed in the public listing sections (including, but not restricted to, personals, events, groups, shops, Wren’s Nest, etc.) are solely those of the author(s) and do not reflect the opinion of The Witches’ Voice, Inc. TWV is a nonprofit, nonpartisan educational organization.
Sponsorship: Visit the Witches' Voice Sponsor Page for info on how you
can help support this Community Resource. Donations ARE Tax Deductible.
The Witches' Voice carries a 501(c)(3) certificate and a Federal Tax ID.
Mail Us: The Witches' Voice Inc., P.O. Box 341018, Tampa, Florida 33694-1018 U.S.A.
|
Top 13 Poems
New Past 7 Days
(most viewed)
|
|
