Once upon a time, I used to write poetry, and I'd mail it off to different magazines. And sometimes it would get published. This was a very long time ago, before computers, before e-magazines, and definitely before it became easier to be published. There was no money involved, just a copy or two of the magazine you were published in. I generally don't write poetry any more, preferring prose. But I thought I'd share some of my poems with you at odd times, like today. I had vampire poems and non-vampire poems (yes, I'm a sucker for a bloodsucker lol) This first one I'm going to share with you is entitled Amid the Ruin. Enjoy!
Amid the Ruin
by Julie Lynn Hayes © 1996
Amid the ruin of silken sheets,
Rumpled in the rampage of a lovers'
Tug of war,
Beneath the blood-smeared bedclothes,
Tangled in the tantrums of a
Passion play,
She lies in saintly beauty,
Mona Lisa-smile upon stained lips,
Lips which wear the color of her lover's blood.
He loved her well,
Then freed her soul from Hell
To face Eternity, away from nighttime joys
And carnal pleasures reserved
For those who cannot bear the light of day.
A single rose lies upon her breast
Above a simple wooden stake,
Her instrument of release,
As love and peace rule the night supreme
Amid the ruin of silken sheets.
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Serial Killer Sunday
Today I'm doing something a little bit different for Serial Killer Sunday - I'm posting a poem I wrote a long time ago that I recently ran across. I hope you like it! Don't forget, you have until the end of the month to join in the Blissemas in July fun and enter for a chance to win A Special Christmas!
Until next time, take care!
♥ Julie
Beware
By Julie Lynn Hayes
You can call me Charlie,
You can call me Ted.
Glance over your shoulder,
Check under your bed.
Search the smiles of total strangers—passersby you meet,
But don’t forget that loves ones, too, sometimes do feel the
heat.
Underneath we are the same, you and I.
And I can go by any other name; haven’t I?
Landru, Gacy, Dahmer,
Madeline Smith and Mary Bell.
A cavalcade of honorees
Whose tales we know full well.
Berkowitz and Whitman,
Wayne Williams and Richard Speck.
Wayne Williams and Richard Speck.
Lizzie Borden raised an axe,
Whacked Daddy in the
neck.
Somewhere there is lurking
A man well known to you,
Behind the public face he wears
A secret smile – what did he do?
Perhaps you’ll never know.
Can you watch him all the time?
You’ve got your own life to lead,
And so do he and I.
A secret rage burns deep inside of many hidden hearts,
A time bomb measured in increments of broken body parts.
Think twice before
you pick a fight, or flip someone the bird.
For there are far worse things in life than an unpleasant
word.
The bell keeps tolling,
The body count growing.
Just remember this,
As you live in ignorant bliss,
Only the worst among us has been caught,
The best are still at large.
Until next time, take care!
♥ Julie
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)