Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Nosferatu Within - My Life Symphony of Horror

I wait at the corner of the cobblestone 
I hear in the distant the faintest of moans

Lurking like a plague it oozes from the ground
an aura of evil permeates the hoof-prints that strike and pound

My ears are afraid and I shutter in fear
I shiver and shake at the sounds haunting my ears

Daggers and decibels grow and pierce from within
haunting shadows held in the corners of my mind and their release begin

I can smell myself as musky dampness laced with earth
wafts the temptation and it calls to me my worth

A cloak of darkness hides my evil shroud
decay from within my coffin cry aloud

Is it myself I fear as I lie in wait
as my Doppelgänger comes and to my senses it will bait

A growing need to mutilate my skin 
fulfills the high of my hatred from within

Sweet release of the the salty elixir 
release of foul emotions make for the perfect drink mixer 

Am I vampire or related to Dracul
Am I evil or just acting cool 

Am I here or there
Am I rotting with care

Am I devouring from within
Am I human

Help me……..
I am a victim of my Nospheratu within as the symphony plays, the cutting begins again

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Hellraising Ripper of the Righteous

















Oozing, foul, bloodied and gaping are my gashes
recurring, agonizing emotions haunt me at every door.
Cobwebs line the crevices of my entrails.


Hurt and heartache rot vehemently
decaying my flesh and my very essence of being.
At the core of my marrow, life forces chase life.


Like the alleyways of Whitechapel that wreak with macabre odors
evil lurks incessantly in the dark as in my wickedness it delights.
My aroma catches the attention of the murderer of my dreams.


Dark, dank, musty and cold a rogue accuser roams
with evil thoughts like daggers, he comes at me from all sides.
I feel gruesomely giddy as life has disappointed me so I just laugh.


Tormenting guilt smothers my vibrancy
unraveling the knot I hold dear at the end of my rope.
Ebony shadows close in for the kill.


Like a trophy hunter I am hunted down
and my skull to be hung on the walls of his pit.
His ammunition is cold and his strategies cleverly calculated as patience is paramount.


He is the ripper of life and the stealer of eternity
as keeping me subdued in chains of iron are his pleasure.
Bondage is welcomed as a familiar blanket of comfort.


Leaping off the balcony of change is terrifying
but I seek the rescuer of my souls eternal demise.
A shred of hope may linger yet it is nearly strangled to the point of no return.


Shadows illuminate a magnetic pull from a nearby chapel
as it beckons and sounds a distress call of the Divine.
Eerily a cross seems mesmerizing to me.


A vampire-like vixen attacks my body
she tries to keep my coffin of bondage locked.
The Nosferatu of my mind duels with my inner self.


Suddenly I feel a Light ever-consuming
heavy upon my chest, a celestial being hovers.
Resonating beams of restoration exude from every cell in my body.


A High like nothing I have experienced before
and I am drawn from the clutches of evil and all its horrors.
My clanking chains of bondage fall, I AM alive.
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I feel like people need to express the true hardships and trials we face without any pomp and fluff. Get down to the nitty gritty !!!  © 6 hours ago, Georgieanna J. Harp    dark • trials • sin • lost • good

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Ashes of Annelies



a family knitted 
dinner time shared 
togetherness enjoyed 

war heated up 
Hitler invaded homes
Netherlands in flames 

diarist hidden away
tears shed behind walls
word filled pages archived

two years secluded
quiet whispers during light
recycled soap no food wasted

missed youth and fun
days so slowly creep
everyone on edge

1944 they found us
no more hiding
youth stolen

humiliated and naked
dignity defiled dastardly
lives full of terror

Bergen-Belsen new hell
lice became friends
broken down souls

smells of putridity
burning flesh walking dead
disease rampant

quiet empty stillness
legacy left for decades
Ashes of Annelies Frank
Remembered

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I admire this woman and her drive as well as her families. I love to hear her story although sad. She did her best to persevere through hard times. A beautiful example for us all. My other favorite is Corrie ten Boom.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Un-American Gothic Gone Nuclear


no farm scene to trod
no pitchfork to prod


nuclear fallout
lovestruck bailout


societies casualties codependent
black in mourning gas masks imminent


one leaves and death ensues
lack of oxygen and black turns blue









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WORD COUNT 35
Dark image prompt in 35 words exactly.


Rules:
Image is the prompt
35 words exactly
Free style or rhyme, any form will do.
Put word count on AN
if adult, please tag appropriately.
Be creative, poetic devices are your friends, use them.
No FuNNy cHarActERs IiKE tHIs.
All other AP rules applies

PoppyRead



like a raisin in the sun
it has dried the nectar of
my psyche

shriveled soundtracks 
of my life echo their 
existence

whitewashed walls and
Sunday morning blues dance
before my eyes

the dirty decayed laundry
lists of my animation
are seen

weeds have crept into the
darkest places of 
my being

moonstone paths contain
weeds sprung by 
bitterness

i have been both the flower and
the meadow as my soil
has been tilled

mountain of my brow holds
the remnants of my blood
sweat and tears

scoring life's surface as maize
colored memories signifying Egypt’s
dead spurs my mass exodus

judas friends have fell to the side
remembrance of poppy
mother to her seed

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Lifesongs From the Well




Imps and minions call me from the deep
I toss and I turn as they interrupt somber sleep

All things dreary whether parties or pomp
Temptations from men who in the hay want to romp

My life dull and full of black and white seconds
No color no joy as taking His yoke it beckons

I go places I shouldn’t 
And try things that I couldn’t

Nothing but chaos and shame adorn me
Nothing that was like my parents had warned me

Temptations were many and for many I fell
I passed a man and He said “come drink from my well”

My well was dry no sweet by and by
The old rugged cross caught the corner of my eye

All smells rancid and all feelings numb
My life was a pond and floated full of scum

Gazing upward from my knees I plead
Come Lord Jesus you’re all I need

Tears like a river flowed from my well
Exhilaration's made my heart begin to swell

Deep in the depths of my stony heart
Beauty for ashes and a fresh new start

My cup was now filled 
Now my Temple to rebuild

I had it all twisted and my thoughts were all wrong
Hear me roar, this is my Lifesong

Lord, I Lift Your Name on High, You are El Shaddai. You are an Awesome God and you are Mighty To Save Me. I could give You 10, 000 Reasons why I don’t need You, but now I know why I do and I Give You My Heart. 
In Christ Alone I will rise above it all. How Great is Our God you may ask. Let me tell you that my life is a life of color now
Shine Jesus Shine
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Monday, January 30, 2017

Kiss of Manga Mania





AnnaBella is an anime Cinderella

Whether Ikki, Tomoe or Royal King Zen
Stern, loving and kind are these three gentleman

They love their ladies and Bella loves them so
Handsome faces and long hair that’ll swiftly grow

Natsu, Hak, Jellal or Gray
Could I please have em all? Could I please have my way?

There is Anjou Rui who is funny, kind, and sweet
My eyes on him will drop me to my feet

But I need ta have alotta of Mr. Hijikata
His six pack abs, oh my I just gotta

Now Toudou is funny and strong like a bro
Saitou is one that does not make a show

Snow White is not one who has the seven dwarves
A Kamisama Kiss could really open some doors

Magic spells and kingdoms far, far away
Wars and powers, colored dragons to slay

Power of the dragons whether green, white or blue
The Prince they protect with the crimson hair-do

No matter the manga they’re really quite long
But best of all is Yona of the Dawn
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T.Y.P.O - Taking Your Priorities Over





U say u luv me…
but u don't want to Understand

U say u luv me…
but u don't share in the Sun

U say u luv me…
but u beat me with Anger

U say u luv me…
but u boisterously Yell

U say u luv me…
but u crave behavior Unbecoming

U say u luv me…
but u cheat and Lie

U say u luv me…
but u scar me over and Over

U say u luv me…
But my heart u Vex

U say u luv me…
but u never accept my luv Eternal

U say u luv me…
but u do not see my luv Magnificent

U say u luv me…
but as the author of my life u are my typo and now Eliminated

U said u luv me...
TYPO

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Riding Route 44




Many faces, four by four
Ezekiel’s vision whilst kneeling on the floor
Received breath from God, a chariot ride
Khayyot in Hebrew, the Living Creatures abide
A wheel in a wheel with heavenly wings
Beings angelic guard all directions and sing
Angels of the chariot controlled by the sapphire Throne
Heated colors, flashes of Light, amber and brass alone


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This prompt sparked the research of the word Merkabah and this was birthed. 
I learned so much with this, thank you!!
-Ezekiel Chapter 1
-Masoretic text includes the word chariot 44 times
-merkabah "thing to ride in, cart"
  © 23 hours ago, Georgieanna J. Harp    bible • god • ezekiel • vision • chariot

Friday, January 27, 2017

Sol Stalker



The yolk of your being greets me at breakfast time
All day you shine your affections and illuminate my steps
My lips feel the warmth of your kiss
My eyes are cast on your ardent glare
You watch me intensely
He who’s in black is cast behind me
He saunters everywhere I go as my celestial body guard
My every footstep mimicked
I leave the east in search of your touch
It grows darker and I frantically search for your radiance
Your beams diminish, my time-keeper no longer follows

I head west and sitting on the horizon I find you


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*the prompt was a stone sun dial

Pneuma




Let me not judge the actions, lifestyles or decisions of others.
(inside i whisper help me Lord)


Let me forgive my fellow man like You do and not hold onto the poison of unforgiveness
(inside i whisper help me Lord)


Let me have Your eyes to see the goodness and royalty your hands created in others
(inside i whisper help me Lord)


Let me not commit murder in my heart by hating others
(inside i whisper help me Lord)


Let me have an “on purpose” spirit to love others like You
(inside i whisper can you do that Lord?)


Lord?
Can You?


(inside He whispers I did with three nails)

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Roll Me Baby

roll you in bamboo
gardens, rice fields, oceans blue
sushi me and you
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Love veggie sushi!!

should be three lines.
five syllables first line.
seven syllables second line      
five syllables third line.
basic haiku form with YOUR WILD SOMETHING driving it.

 © right now, Georgieanna J. Harp    sushifuneat

The Kindling

I write from a place of darkness and the only light left is a flicker from a very tiny flame still burning deep in my heart. It tries to go out but I plead for it to stay. It comforts me and brings warmth into my life. It has been with me for many years but I worry it will go out any day now.

hoping and praying
winds bellow, flames climb higher
marriage rekindled




This is a Haibun poem

Monday, January 23, 2017

Elevated View


Floating up where the angels reside. Clouds of all sizes and shapes float like cotton candy laced with silvery gossamer. Smells so pure the scent has been transformed. The feeling is light and worry-free on this journey. Every beautiful color there ever was is amplified.

sitting on a bench
feeling sunshine on my face
waiting for my sight

Sunday, January 22, 2017

A Mile Past My Smile

S-curve hit, go the extra mile
Road open or closed?
It can swallow you up, spit you out
Cross over the s-curve you’ll reach pearly gates
Extra mile, you smiled
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A Sour Seventeen

Lookin at my glass of lemonade?
Yes, it’s half full.
I wanna see if my optimism changed.
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Obsidian Queen

Volcanic eruptions 
Treasured black pearl
Abyss
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