Don't take the Undead forgranted.

 

There ought to be

an even playing field,

between humans

and the undead.

 

What gives them

the right to molest us,

when we're sound asleep

in bed?

 

Sound asleep, I was,

my strength

from work-

 all but spent;

 

When a vampire

unknown to me, bit

my neck, then

out the window went.

 

It was all

so depressing,

it was so surreal,

it left me truly blue;

 

The ordeal was so

very unexpected and

out of the ordinary,

what was I to do.

 

Call the police?

Don't make me laugh,

they would

treat me as insane;

 

Call the doctor,

and show him

the fang marks that

 I could not explain-

 

How they got there,

not to mention

how the blood

from my neck was drained.

 

The marks were worse

than a hickee

from a lover's kiss

or poisonous snake bite.

 

I Think you get my
distress and meaning;

the only recourse

was to fight.

 

How do we even up

the playing field-

is there a true remedy 

for our plight?

 

Writers of this genre

offer crucifix, and spike; 

but can these truly overcome

 a hungry vampire's might.

 

I racked my brain for days,

for a solution I did seek;

then the solution came to me-

to one so mild and meek.

 

When the vampire did return

and bit me,

I bit him back-

then much to my surprise;

 

Wearing a grin he drained me;

he drained me completely dry.

Then afterward he fed me and

commanded me, "Arise!"

 

So, I write this poem to warn you,

gentle readers all;

heed the words of this vampire,

lest upon you, my fate, will fall.

 

Don't take the undead forgranted...

 

 

D.M.W.   January 12, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Pillows



Pillows are a gift of God,

of that I am assured;

they comfort when we are ill-

until and after we are cured.

 

Pillows are our friends indeed,

and nightly caress our heads;

they embrace us 'til the morning light

drives out our dreams and dreads.

 

Pillows, at times, are vicarious foes

when we upon them vent;

without complaint they take our blows,

until taxied-strength is spent.

 

Pillows beckon from couches, chairs, and beds,

"Leave your boredom, work, and play;

cast all your cares upon us;

we shall take them all away."

 

No, I shall never take pillows for granted,

for in my final rest,

one will surely be lodged behind my head,

as I join the sleep of the blest.

 

D.M.W. October 26, 2012

 

My Alien Romance

 

By an alien

I was abducted

just the other day.

 

Miles and miles

above the earth

it took me there to play.

 

What protest could

I render,

What protest could

I make?

 

It couldn't understand

me; surely

this was a big mistake.

 

It stripped me

all but naked,

For it I beared

it all;

 

It probed  inside

and out me,

Looking for what

I can't recall.

 

It caressed me

then addressed me;

It kissed

my feet and head.

 

The awful dead-fish

smell, left me

in an awful fearful dread.

 

The next morning
I awoke

safe and sound within my bed;

 

No sweet sugarplums

or gentle fairies

danced inside my head.

 

I thought it all

a dream at first;

 then upon my left hand;

 

There in great surprise 

I spied

A golden wedding band.

 

Attempting to get  up

I felt

an awful, awful pain;

 

Coming from my backside,

and upon

my sheets there was a stain.

 

Surely, it was

a nightmare-

from a hellish double-feature;

 

Then from the bathroom

it appeared-

a reptilian-fishy creature.

 

I was married to

an alien, surely

not a dream come true.

 

This abducted man was bound by 

galactic contract-

legal, through and through.

 

Besides all that

I'm expecting  junior-

it will to be born most any day.

 

Then me and my misses

or...mister,

and junior will fly away.

 

 

 

 D.M.W. January 7, 2013