Fine hair flowing, moss of green
Growing between the red bricks
a slipping trick of legs on stilts
as pirates cheer the air grows thick
Cleaving to a crypt of olde.....
Spainsh moss tricked my eyes
the sunlight flickered my surprise
my legs of lean to find the hidden prize
hidden in the pirates eyes
trying to find a gasp of air
calliope performs the stare
Of the rivers endless walk
echoes of the ghosts that still stalk there
Cleaving to the crypt of olde.....
he shadows in and out of mine
or is it moss that clings to me so
Wrapped up so entwine
lost I am in a shadows keep
tossing about in a slumbered sleep
Cleaving to the crypt of olde.....
The sudden light grows dim
No I must not lose sight of him!
Come bring this ghost back back to me
In the darkness i'm found silently
cleaving to the crypt of olde.....
I scratch an X upon my tomb
candlewax among the ruins
boasting ghost stories still untold
through laughter of Marie Laveau
Cleaving to a crypt, consoled.....
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Written August 9th, 2002
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Oooh, that is beautiful. You really captured the essence of the house, and told it horrific tale. Hmmm.....When I finish my story can I put this poem in the beginning? Awesome work. I am off to read more. I love your work so far.
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LOVE IT
SPOOKY PICTURE.........I LOVE IT
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wow!
just wow!
love it!
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Have never visited New Orleans, brother has. You have relit the fuse of quandry. The way described has awe and beauty not mentioned by passing visitors. Thank you -tj- -
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Really enjoyed it. I am a huge fan of the paranormal and this really hit home on that one. Great images. -
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wow, New Orleans is the best place in the world. I went there for the fist time this summer for my 16th birthday... I stayed in the French Quarter, at the Maison Dupuy. I visited Marie Laveau's tomb. Walked down Rue Burbon on a weekend night... I loved it... I ate gator! I felt so surrounded by the spirits the whole time I was there... I loved all of it... and I love this poem!
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oh thanks much for letting me know of your writings - this is so inique in style and flair - incredible! New Orleans is a great place to write about - especially between the crypts there - first time I went there I wondered why the graves were all above ground - and the dates on the graves! old stuff compared to where I live now ... - a chilling tale ye have told that shivers me bones ... :-) -
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makes me wanna go there. i aready did wanna go, but... good visualizations -
oh my thanks you all~~~~
Susan
(((hugs))
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Enjoyed the classical feel to it and the story-like quality. Very well done, friend. -
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i would say this is a haunting beautyful write with vivid
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a very haunting write! -
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delicious lil chills here... great write. Val -
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Gee Sis that is somewhere I'd love to visit,the home of the Southern blues...I loved this write...scary stuff..I need to get my mojo working...~~~GILL~~~~
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Gee thank you all and no particular write i just wrote it lol
i go to www.webshots.com for my pics and also www.allposters.co
if you all know any others let me know too
Blessings
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A haunting tale of a beautiful, mystical place!!! The trees look so fitting, eerie, yet majestic in their own way. I would love to see New Orleans...thank you for taking me there for a moment :) Fantastic write!!! -
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And that photo is cool, eerie! Reminds me of Salem, Mass.
Oh, do we have to give credit for any pics we use on our poems?
All the free sites I've seen say we must give credit for their graphics...this is all new to me. :) Oh, and upgraded my rating for you...lol -
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OH, this is scary stuff. :) Never been to New Orleans, always wanted to go to Mardi Gras...my old boss went there on a business trip and brought me back a LUCKY MOJO bag! lol
I still got it somewhere, tucked away.
He was very superstitious, and knew I was into the paranormal, so he got me that and all the others in my dept. just silly dolls. :)
I got the best souvenir of all!! But Marie Laveau, the little I know of her, (haven't researched much) she was pretty strange...lol All that voodoo stuff I stay away from, too scary.
Great poem...did you write it this way on purpose, repeating the first lines? 'Cleaving to the crypt of olde.....'
Is there any particular style to this poem? The way you used diff. length verses...some 11 lines, some 9, etc.
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very awesome write Susan....enjoyed this very much....
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Absolutely, beautiful. I have wanted for so long to feel this first hand. It seems so beautiful and ’haunting’ ,as you have pointed out. I would love to go to the place were a lot of my day dreams take me. You poem has only made this desire more intense. Thank you for the experience.
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I've been to New Orleans and you have captured the haunting air between the crypts very well. This is a poem of amazing imagery and mood. ***Ivy Rose
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