CORPSE ALIVE
Darkness tempts evil spirits to wander,Lurking in the shadows, slipping through cracks!
Undead cadavers stumble toward your backs,
No sleepless place is a safe place yonder.
Copyright© 1999-2009 Caryl Ramsdale All Rights Reserved.
CORPSE ALIVE
Darkness tempts evil spirits to wander,A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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YARE SHOCK TROOPS | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
PEACEFULLY POLITE: Hopi'sinom | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
CONTRASTING CONCEPT | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
STUMPY LAND WALKERS | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
CORPSE ALIVE | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
CHASE | 1 | 09/28/2009 |
HITHER I GO | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
QUIETUS | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
STAND STILL FOR ME | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
CONSPICUOUS DAFFODIL DISPLAY | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
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