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A Necrotic Acrostic

By J. Richard Kron



Young detective, you're

On the hunt for

Understanding


How a mystical killer,

An intrusive and elusive

Villain, could

Enter the reading material


Of her unsuspecting victims,

Notoriously leaving clues,

Esoterically


Spelling out in the

Earliest letter of every line,

Combined down the page,

Ominous messages that the

Naive consumers unconsciously

Devour right before they die


Terrified, you realize

Observing this very poem,


Loving its brilliance,

It has happened to you.

Victory for your foe once more

Empty now is your future.




That One Song On The Radio. You Know, By That One Person

By J. Richard Kron



Harmony stuck

in my head,

I rip out

your melody

with pliers

through my nose.



Pinching you,

I see you're no

ear candy at all,

but a demon

the size of

a nipple.


Now I'm free,

with no brain

poisoning from

auditory anthrax,

but no one will believe

me.




About J. Richard Kron: J. Richard Kron is a writer and musician from Phoenix, Arizona. He holds a BFA in English from Arizona State University. ​




Holiday Casket Thoughts On Paper

By George Lee Grimsley



A somber pentacle

Twas the awakening of your soul

A broom who flies at night

Was like a song

Sung by an old troll

The creaking of a casket

I sat there in the funeral home

The Lady at the desk

Sold me one

A halloween story from the country side

Where monsters could not hide

It was made of wood




Realm

By George Lee Grimsley



The reaper speaks

From within the cloak

So many women

The cross doesn’t work anymore

I layed there

At the end

Of a darkened abyss

Live now

And forever die

Tomorrow

Yes, I thought of women

In a realm

Tomorrow dies




Failure

By George Lee Grimsley



From my mind

Are the cemetaries

I left behind

No one to blame

The world is insane

Everything else

Is lame

Makeup smears

In my alibis Of oblivion

To be rejected

And feel so cold

My dreams

Were the broken glass

Of desolate kingdoms old




We Loved Once In Hell

By George Lee Grimsley



Unlit

Black turns to dust

Satanism was cast

Under

A moment into rust

Vampyre

The rites

To live forever

We never die

Some even get high

We loved once in hell

Lifeless eyes

With blood dripping from the lips




Ever After Mourning

By George Lee Grimsley



A dim castle

Hath not in one sound

Of the voices that once

Carried

The trueness of misfortune

Someone died

The crumbling walls

That withered tree

A deep moon with a glow

So were

feelings beneath me

Concealed and hidden

The terrors

Of our nightmare sound

Black, cloudy

was the darkened

Desire to live

Of nothing




About George Lee Grimsley: George Lee Grimsley is a writer who lives in Granger, Texas. He is award winning and published 11 times now, including literary works. He has also completed education courses from online courses and webinars from accredited schools in continuing education. When not writing, he enjoys the hobbies of movies, fishing and music.

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