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09-15-2006, 11:46 AM
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Underneath the Bed - a poem
Here's a little Halloween treat for you all. I write one of these every year and send it out to friends and family to get them in the seasonal mood.
Working on illustrating this one and a few other for a volume of creepy children's poems - sort of Shel Silverstein meets Poe. Underneath the Bed S.K. (c) 2006 Mother said “it’s time to sleep” And kissed me on the head Story time was over And the prayers had all been said She wishes me sweet dreams But my heart is filled with dread Mother won’t believe There’s something underneath the bed There’s something underneath the bed I swear I heard it breathing Inside my troubled mind All sorts of nasty things are seething Maybe it’s a blob That absorbs its victims whole Maybe it’s a succubus Who’s come to eat my soul Terrified to close my eyes For fear I’ll soon be dead I lift the sheets – oh no! There’s something underneath the bed! “There’s something underneath the bed!” I screamed into the night Into the room my parents flew And clicked the bedroom light “I saw its bloody dripping fangs And its yellow eyes!” My father said “Son cut it out, Stop telling awful lies. I’ll show you there is nothing, Not one thing for you to fear” And dropping to his knees Into the darkness he did peer But the darkness looked right back at him And yanked him down below And screams echoed through the night As blood began to flow The mattress leapt, my mother shrieked Outside the house we fled “Now do you believe there’s something underneath the bed?”
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"Little, vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies." Earl of Chesterfield "A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well." Francis Bacon 
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09-15-2006, 01:03 PM
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Dr. Suess and Shel Silverstein should have written like this. Kind of dark children's poems.... good niche :)
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09-15-2006, 02:31 PM
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i love this, it's brilliant, wish we'd had poems like that when we were kids :cool:
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09-15-2006, 07:47 PM
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That was great. :cool:
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I'll kill you and your dreams tonight Begin new life Bleed your death upon me Let your bloodline feed my youth ------------------------------ Ssshhh....did you hear that?
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09-16-2006, 10:24 AM
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Quote:
you might dig this link - it's a reading of "Der Erlkoenig" in German with english translation www.mschubertberlin.de/gaito/erlkoenig/ :D
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"Little, vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies." Earl of Chesterfield "A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well." Francis Bacon
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10-27-2006, 01:56 PM
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bumping for Halloween!
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"Little, vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies." Earl of Chesterfield "A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well." Francis Bacon
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