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Moaning Night
by Pijush Biswas

When night comes down and I sleep
The mystery of vixen throat utters
'Fairly lay until I worsely weep'.
I think- - the whole once may stir
The uninterrupted atmosphere;
And peep through holes of window
To see if there is some ghosts beside;
I ask myself what's going on
And thereafter, a long sigh from
Resonant bushes, far off home-

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Bewitched
by Tammy Darby

There was no choice except to lie about the drug use though everyone in town knew the truth. He was a heavy cranker, a tweaker and tried to keep it secret then the inevitable came, long under drug-induced strain, its parts wearing out, his heart started failing.

He had done the drug for a long time and did a good job of hiding it from most of the people in town until his best friend revealed his habit to a person close to him.

At first, he tried to explain it away by telling everyone it was a disorder ran in his family but those that did the white powder lines with him just laughed. They knew why he was having problems with his heart and soon they would be too. But the damage was done and there were no stories or excuses he could use to cover his operations and hospital stays anymore and soon the whole town knew what he was. He had hidden the instances of violence against women and kept the cops at bay by snitching when he had a little useable information and they cut him a little slack for his efforts.

But everything had changed. He became thin, gaunt and black blue circles appeared underneath his eyes, his hair fell out and he became an old man what seemed like overnight. Afraid, and rightly so, he wondered if this was the price he paid for his treacherous behavior. For the lies, he told her, the promises he broke and the damage he inflicted because of his greed. For the lives, he had destroyed from his past.

He could not shake these perceptions that tortured him night and day sitting in the back of his brain like a tightening knot that refused to be expelled. It weighed heavy on his heart and more so in his mind until his thoughts turned inward and outward and twisted like snakes. Then he remembered the last words she spoke; the crying and chills ran through his body, he began to violently tremble and his breathing quickened with the memory of her.


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Ghost
by Harold Pinter

I felt soft fingers at my throat
It seemed someone was strangling me

The lips were hard as they were sweet
It seemed someone was kissing me

My vital bones about to crack
I gaped into another's eyes

I saw it was a face I knew

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Graceful Ghost Rag
by Peter Jay Shippy

After his death he frittered
His being in Bangor watching

Late-night TV. At dusk he might
Drink ale or laze across a bench

At Fish Pier boning up on stars.
Once a week he was required

To contact the people whose lives

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ghosts
by Bogdan Dragos

but unfortunately they aren't
real

You spend a whole childhood
not wanting ghosts
to be real
only to one day
reach adulthood and
wander from empty room to empty
room hoping

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Recent Ghost Poems
Moaning Night
by Pijush Biswas

When night comes down and I sleep
The mystery of vixen throat utters
'Fairly lay until I worsely weep'.
I think- - the whole once may stir
The uninterrupted atmosphere;
And peep through holes of window
To see if there is some ghosts beside;
I ask myself what's going on
And thereafter, a long sigh from
Resonant bushes, far off home-

......

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Cemetery Ghost
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

She was a beautiful girl
All dressed in white...
Her eerie calmness
Caused me some fright...

Her hair was combed
Accented with lilies...
To be perfectly honest
She gave me the willies...


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ghosts
by Bogdan Dragos

but unfortunately they aren't
real

You spend a whole childhood
not wanting ghosts
to be real
only to one day
reach adulthood and
wander from empty room to empty
room hoping

......

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The hungry Ghost
by Robert Rittel

The invocation of the spirit into the realm of life,
or the divine ministrant to sacrifice.
The fire that kindles the bestowing towards purity,
overcomes in time the power of illusion with certainty.
Eternal bliss between the worlds in grace of eloquence,
the hungry mind touched by this sense, seeks that relevants.
Wondrous motion disclosed by worldly desires,
attaching themselves to all ravishing fires.
All what smokes to inhale for the mental ghost to calm,
without the meaning of any harm.

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Bewitched
by Tammy Darby

There was no choice except to lie about the drug use though everyone in town knew the truth. He was a heavy cranker, a tweaker and tried to keep it secret then the inevitable came, long under drug-induced strain, its parts wearing out, his heart started failing.

He had done the drug for a long time and did a good job of hiding it from most of the people in town until his best friend revealed his habit to a person close to him.

At first, he tried to explain it away by telling everyone it was a disorder ran in his family but those that did the white powder lines with him just laughed. They knew why he was having problems with his heart and soon they would be too. But the damage was done and there were no stories or excuses he could use to cover his operations and hospital stays anymore and soon the whole town knew what he was. He had hidden the instances of violence against women and kept the cops at bay by snitching when he had a little useable information and they cut him a little slack for his efforts.

But everything had changed. He became thin, gaunt and black blue circles appeared underneath his eyes, his hair fell out and he became an old man what seemed like overnight. Afraid, and rightly so, he wondered if this was the price he paid for his treacherous behavior. For the lies, he told her, the promises he broke and the damage he inflicted because of his greed. For the lives, he had destroyed from his past.

He could not shake these perceptions that tortured him night and day sitting in the back of his brain like a tightening knot that refused to be expelled. It weighed heavy on his heart and more so in his mind until his thoughts turned inward and outward and twisted like snakes. Then he remembered the last words she spoke; the crying and chills ran through his body, he began to violently tremble and his breathing quickened with the memory of her.


......

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    November 9, 1998 - Kansas