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The Lift (Elevator) Narrative poetry...(Horror)~~~~First to arrive, last to leave,I set the lift in motion.The hours I`m...
22/07/2024

The Lift (Elevator) Narrative poetry...(Horror)
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First to arrive, last to leave,
I set the lift in motion.
The hours I`m putting in this job
should secure a good promotion.
I won`t be passed over any more
in favour of the men..
I started a few rumours..
that will take care of them.
Our CEO doesn`t approve
of extra marital affairs
or transferring company profits
from the firm`s account to theirs.
They are innocent of these accusations
but the backlash will be dire..
by then, the promotion will be mine
`There`s no smoke without there's fire`
This lift has never been this slow,
It`s only fourteen floors.
I impatiently press buttons
slap my palm on the silver door.
The lift gets even slower
then judders to a halt.
Exasperating..this really is what I need
after a day so busy and fraught.
I find a small red button marked `Emergency`
When depressed, it made a sound like a fire bell
I started waiting patiently to be freed
I couldn`t stand too long in this claustrophobic hell.
Half an hour later found me on the lift`s floor
listening in fear at a tapping on the door.
I was between floors...how could someone be outside?
I felt goosebumps travel up my arms
a solid steel door with a centre divide..
After two hours of waiting, I finally realised
that rescue was not going to come.
Above me was a grid that must lead to outside..
pushed with my umbrella, the catch came undone.
Carefully, I slid the grid to the side, exposing the cables aloft.
There was a screeching and scampering that I couldn`t place..
to my horror, from the grid, dropped a rat onto my face
I screamed in sheer terror as I knocked it to the floor..
but out of the grid came a good twenty more..
They clung in my hair and chewed on my face,
clawed at my ankles and bit any place.
I tried to slide the grid back as it was
impossible to do..the problem was
that so many rats were tumbling through.
I felt my mind leaving me a gibbering wreck,
rats on my shoulders now, ripping my neck
I realised with terror that this is how I would die..
my life flashed before me and a tear left my eye..
I regretted my selfishness and ruthless persistence
as I breathe my last breath in my wasted existence.
~~~~
Marian Finch (Lady Marian)

19/07/2024

Thank you for Loving me ..
~
For being there, not asking questions
just kissing my tears and holding me so tight..
For knowing how to make me smile
and making bad days seem alright.
For being my anchor when everything
was raging in a torrent..
For loving me regardless when
my behaviour was abhorrent.
For being the one I lean on,
knowing you will stay upright
listen to me rant and rave and
always guide me to the way that`s right.
For remembering things about me that everyone else forgot..
For loving me when I`m loveable,
and especially when I`m not.
For sitting there in silence
when you sense that I need peace
your love shows in your compliance
to provide just what I need.
Thank you for loving me through
every high and low,
my lover, friend and soulmate..
I do love you so.
~~
~~
Marian Finch (Lady Marian)

THE FLASHLIGHT....On honeymoon in Bothebay, Maine,the Monday was a day of torrential rain.The picnic we`d packed was out...
18/07/2024

THE FLASHLIGHT..
..
On honeymoon in Bothebay, Maine,
the Monday was a day of torrential rain.
The picnic we`d packed was out of the question
so we explored the town at my dear wife`s suggestion.
We found a little antique shop near to the quay
with lace and side tables and old tools for me.
A telescope or sexton would be my ideal,
but I spotted an old flashlight with a good weighty feel.
It was made from brass with the look of being old.
I asked the shop owner if he had been told
of it origin by the original seller.
He said it came in a chest with books old and yellow.
The books had all sold, but nobody bought it,
I said that I`d like it, if I could afford it,
so he offered it to me for a couple of bucks.
How could I refuse? It was my day for luck.
I turned on the flashlight and a red beam emerged,
I shone it into the corner where darkness had verged.
It showed a monotone display of wriggling worms
I must admit to having concerns.
As I stared further, my strong imagination
showed devils and other vile aberrations.
I thought it must have an oil filter of sorts.
It wasn`t a torch but a kaleidoscopes I`d bought.
`You have no idea said the owner, I`m very sure
that you`ll return it to me, as have others before.
The red beam that you shine is not making up what you see,
It shows what is already there, it`s just lit by the beam.
This torch is really a ne`er do well.
It`s crimson beam shines right into Hell.
..
Marian Finch (Lady Marian) (c)

I`M WAITING ..
06/07/2024

I`M WAITING ..

12/06/2024

Co***ne ...
She`s lying on a city street in the pouring rain,
Hardly conscious she tries to rally her sad and addled brain.
Somehow her mind is telling her she needs to move
She was a fool, she had free will.. nothing she had to prove.
Memory of her so called friends driving her insane
Saying that she was a coward if she wouldn`t try co***ne.
She gave in to peer pressure, found she liked the high
But it was followed by depression, so she had another try.
After another deadly line, she felt her heart beat fast
Her breathing quick, she felt so sick..she got outside at last.
She`s only just sixteen years old, didn`t even smoke
Now she`s lying in a filthy alley and her friends think she`s a joke.
Marian Finch Dreamscapes & Nightmares Poetry (c)

30/05/2024

How to Survive in a Horror Film
~~
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1) Avoid places where everyone else that visited either didn`t come back, or did come back with an axe in their personage.
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2) If you find yourself alone at night in a derelict mental institution .. wtf are you doing there?
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3) Area 51 is simply too well guarded to let you in ..or any aliens out.
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4) When booking your hotel stay, Trip Advisor can be an invaluable tool in deeming whether your choice is a scene of multiple murder/full of dead people/built at the mouth of Hell.
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5) Try to resist invoking demons, speaking wierd languages or performing rituals of any kind, especially around abandoned warehouses, churches, psychiatric institutions and anywhere in your home.
6)Don`t count on Holy water ... get a vial of sulphuric acid instead and ask the priest to consecrate it.
~~
7) If you find 666 messages on your phone, mailbox or e mail consider changing your service provider. Don`t bother reading/listening to the messages. It`s spam. Supernatural, possibly, but still spam.
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😎 If you need Snake Oil, Blood of an Innocent or radioactive syrup, High Street chemists/pharmacists don`t normally stock it.
~~
9) Watching TV static for prolonged periods can be hazardous to your health. Try satellite TV to combat this problem.
~~
10)Secret secluded untouched places in old buildings are untouched for a reason. Pioneers never say `die` but in fact have an unusually high mortality rate.

BURY ME IN BLUE..At the mortuary a man was delivered.His grieving wife was crying rivers.After trying to put her at ease...
27/05/2024

BURY ME IN BLUE..
At the mortuary a man was delivered.
His grieving wife was crying rivers.
After trying to put her at ease,
he asked `Could I see him, please`
When he saw her husband lying there,
he asked her if his black suit was alright to wear..
`It`s really very smart`he said.
`I would wear it if I were dead`
`Oh no` young man, replied the wife
`he looked his best in blue, in life.
Here`s a cheque that`s not filled in,
please purchase a blue suit for him,
And don`t worry about the price
just make sure the suit is nice`
A few days later, the wife was back
to check that the suit wasn`t just off the rack
When she saw her spouse he looked just right,
in a fine blue suit with a thin pin stripe.
`Oh my,`she told the mortician, really pleased.
`He really looks the proper bee`s knees!`
How much was the suit with a double vent?
it really was cash well spent!`
`No charge, Madam` was the reply
`after you left and said goodbye,
I had another man brought in
with this beautiful blue suit on him.
I told the widow of your request,
she replied that she liked your husband`s black suit best.
Now your husband wears a suit of blue
so I could please both of you.`
The wife was pleased with what he`d done.
`My man, your service is second to none`
`No problem, Madam` he quickly said
`It was simply a matter of swapping heads!`
Marian Finch (Lady Marian)

ROADKILL ...Suzie had an unusual calling,one that people found appalling.Raised in rural Idaho,pretty face but a little ...
17/05/2024

ROADKILL ...
Suzie had an unusual calling,
one that people found appalling.
Raised in rural Idaho,
pretty face but a little slow
she enjoyed her method of providing,
despite the townsfolk`s constant chiding
A simple life that kept her family fed
and kept her solvent by a thread.
With her shovel on her back and a burlap sack,
she travelled roads off the beaten track
scouring the path ahead
for varmints and critters freshly dead.
The State`s seat of utmost knowledge,
the imposing capital`s grandest college
paid good money in ready cash
for corpses that Suzie stashed
in her trusty burlap sack.
When found, if they did cling on to life
their heads were removed as with a knife
with her shovel`s sharpened blade.
No raccoon or rat was ever saved.
One morning, Pete, an old inebriate
incapable of walking straight
staggered in a way amusing
and was squashed flat by a car just cruising.
In the distance a girl approached
and her rule of thumb was broached.
As she sold her heads by weight,
this wasn`t an opportunity to waste.
She decided that, as Pete was dead
he wouldn`t begrudge her his redundant head.
With his head decapitated,
she hurried on with breath abated.
At the college she showed her haul
to the professor waiting in the hall.
Three dollars per head
for things freshly dead
was the fair going rate
in Idaho state.
When the sack was upended
his breath was suspended
for among all the furry and dead
sat Pete`s gruesome and annoyed looking head.
He just wasn`t sure.
He knew Suzie was poor
and he felt that on him was the onus.
With a shrug of his shoulders,
he closed the dissection folder
and gave Suzie a ten dollar bonus
Marian Finch (Lady Marian) (c)

WAR HORSEMuscles tense and readyHe prepares himself for warHe`s a veteran alreadyHe`s fought and won beforeHe bears the ...
08/05/2024

WAR HORSE
Muscles tense and ready
He prepares himself for war
He`s a veteran already
He`s fought and won before
He bears the battle scars
Of many an horrific skirmish fought
He knows he is courageous
It`s how he was trained and taught
He`ll carry a brave soldier
Into today`s onslaught ..
Very soon when the time is right
He`ll hear the battle cry
He`ll be with his rider through the fight
Or together...they will die.
Two hundred snorting horses
Surround him on each side
Their battle dress majestic
Their shining eyes glow with pride
The soldiers mount..they`re ready
They paw the ground and wait
The soldier riders say a prayer
For God to guide their fate.
The battle cry is heard
Horses advance at full speed
The swords the soldiers gird
Are unsheathed to do the deed
The enemy is ready
For the bloody clash
The war horse takes it steady
Although his rump suffers a sword`s slash
He takes no note of blood
That down his fetlocks run
His battle dress is red now
And still fighting goes on and on
Then .. total disaster ..
His soldier rider takes a fatal blow
Tumbles from his mighty steed ~
Lands in the blood soaked snow
The war horse is alone now
As the battle rages on
He may survive this Hell somehow ..
But he knows his job was done...

Lady Marian (C)

07/05/2024

CLOSE FATALITY ..
...
He sat in the dark, just staring ahead,
events tormenting his pounding head.
Earlier on, he had been involved
in an accident. The thought left him cold.
The lights turned red, but he was in a daydream,
an orange blur, he hadn`t seen
but the car gave a jolt and he left the scene.
As he accelerated away,
he knew for sure, that he should stay.
He`d seen a person roll across his hood,
so he new the outcome wasn`t good.
`Why did you run, you idiot?`..
He had no record. Hadn`t even got
a parking ticket to his name,
so to run from the law was just insane.
He imagined the future with his family gone
while he sat in jail for what he`d done.
Jail is surely the sentence for a hit and run.
The crash kept replaying in his mind
and his conscience wasn`t being kind.
He finally broke down and cried
suppose the cyclist had died?
He could confess even now.
He`d make them understand somehow.
Then there was a knock on the front door...
His heart beat fast, then hit the floor.
He went to answer and standing there
were two policemen with solemn flair.
`Mr. Smith?` they asked the shaking man.
`Can we come in? Sit down if you can.
We have to tell you that a few hours ago,
someone, who, we don`t yet know
was involved in a hit and run
which I`m sad to tell you, killed your son
The worst thing is, he drove away.
We`ll find him, though and he will pay.
This person will definately be caught
witnesses told us that it was the driver`s fault.

(Lady Marian) (c)

07/05/2024

CHALK OUTLINE ..
***
I`m remembering, I`m beginning to understand
why I became the soul that I am.
My reluctant memory takes me back..
I`m seven years old by the railroad track
I had a morbid fascination
with what most folks would call an abherration.
My heart was beating a tattoo.
A gap in the fence allowed me through..
I had to see, that much I knew.
A man had jumped before the train
no doubt temporarily insane.
***
He landed before the twelve fifteen to Bath
and was for his efforts cut in half.
I approached the carnage on the rail,
with others, all looking shocked and pale.
I knew then that I had a unique satisfaction
for things that caused an horrific reaction.
My imagination driven compulsion
for things to which others felt revulsion.
As I proceeded through my teenage years
shunned by almost all my peers,
I decided that just looking wasn`t enough.
Getting my fix of gore was tough.
***
I bought a knife and honed it well,
nothing planned, but who can tell?
I set off walking into town,
black sweatshirt on with hood pulled down.
I spotted a lady of the night,
Top cut low and skirt so tight.
Perfect! I just couldn`t resist
a victim who would not be missed.
She screamed and struggled, and we both fell,
but my knife despatched her on her way to hell.
So much blood! I couldn`t stay,
I had to run..to get away.
***
Nobody would have understood.
I sprinted through the neighbourhood.
I hadn`t got so very far
when I heard the siren of a patrol car.
The car pulled up, blocked off my escape..
I drew my gun and made a break.
They opened fire, for pity`s sake!
Bullets fired into my chest,
there`s no more need for my arrest.
I was dead before I fell,
on my personal trip to hell.
As usual the ghoulish watchers came..
to see my chalk outline fade in the rain.
***
Marian Finch (Lady Marian) (c)

DEMON TEMPTATION ..Come to the dark side .. let me into your worldI`ll show you that I`m not like other girlsTheir heart...
06/05/2024

DEMON TEMPTATION ..
Come to the dark side .. let me into your world
I`ll show you that I`m not like other girls
Their hearts are good whereas mine`s black as coal
I`ll mesmerise you until you give up your soul
I`ll pleasure your body in the ways you desire,
Things I`ve learned in the burning hell fire!
I know how to turn and manipulate men
My conquests all want me again and again ..
Just relax and lie there .. just remain static
I`ll blow your mind with my body acrobatic
When I`m good and ready and our tryst is through
No mere mortal will be good enough for you!
So come with me, baby .. you know you are tempted
All your doubts can be preempted..
Your lust and your desire are all I can see
You need to be in hellfire and damnation with me.
Your soul in exchange for a debauchery filled life ~
Or stay in this world, pay your bills..get a wife?
A one time offer, so what`s your decision?
Make the right one, or watch a Demon`s derision!
Lady Marian [c]

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