Golden Age of Horror

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- Gore is fine, if used to accentuate b-movie camp

- Corniness is vedy vedy goot ^,.,^

- Be creative! You don't have to write about a specific old horror movie; in fact, I'd prefer some originality

- 1-2 entries per person

- No more than 200-300 words per entry

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"Dead? She's not only alive, she's bigger! What did you do, try to kill her with a Grow Lite?"

As an over heated young teen this was one of my favorite horror (soft porn) movies to watch when it came on television ... Talk about dive in to it, yeah I was disturbed then too.

I'll be back for a proper write ... Just marking a spot.

An excellent place-holder in the meantime, I do wish I had been born 40 years or so before my time; they just don't make horror like they used to. I look forward to reading the rest :)

      she stands adorned


she stands adorned
above the horrible landscape of her dead and
dying victims, the choking stench of death in
the air, scarlet rivers flowing across the morbid
grounds of her conquest.

madness is her visage. the false mimosa of
her black hair hangs about her head like
medusa-ropes, matted with sweat and singeing
droplets of her victims’ blood.

black patches lie under her dark eyes,
eyes that blaze like unquenchable embers in a
roaring, imperious bonfire. ragged remnants of a
tunic hang around her body almost wistfully, in a
pitiful attempt to conceal her lustrous, lustful flesh.

one victim tries in vain to crawl away. she grabs a
handful of his hair and jerks, snapping his neck,
thus ending his misery.

she stands adorned
perched above the carrion remains of her prey
like a destructive, dolorous guardian angel…

and if she were not,
I would not love her.

John, I applaud your play on my love of eldritch women; one hell of a strong first entry

Catastrophe calypso

Strings holding up solar
system cruisers sleek
in fifty shades of silver
in front of a black cotton
sheet adorned with rhinestones
as the camera cuts to Martians
adjusting metallic rabbit ears
atop football helmets while
waddling around cardboard
boxes wrapped in wedding paper
in a cloud of smoke as if a laser
beam burned their tiny green
asses leaving hemorrhoids
smoldering with plumes
of dust blown about
by fireplace bellows
as the ship crashes
in a tropical island overrun
by plastic vegetation
and scantily clad women.

Witch doctors in grass skirts
anxious to eat some greens tie
the aliens up and stuff them
like live lobsters into black kettles
as bass drums and xylophones
get the natives dancing till an iguana
the size of a tractor trailer catches
a whiff of the weary wanderers
shooting out a fiery tongue
which lassos the outsiders
out of the pot and into the butane
lit flame of the lizard's jaw
where the Martians squeal
like Alvin and the chipmunks.
A transistor radio on a plate
wrapped in aluminum foil picks
up the high frequency screaming
and a gloved hand flicks a switch
blowing up a globe with firecrackers,
Roman candles and bottle rockets.

The End . . .
of the world
as we know it .

This is an older poem of mine But it reminds me of old black and white horror

Frankenstina

There was an emptiness in her life
Having her heart broken so many times
Looking to guys that never understood
She is strange but in a beautifully mad sort of way
My creator Frankenstina, giving life to a beast
When she couldn’t find “the one” she created me

Broken from time
Fix me Frankenstina
Screaming to the sky
Fix me Frankenstina
Lost to the world
Fix me Frankenstina
Bring life to a corpse

She gives new meaning to rebirth  
Eliminating the bad and inserting good
Cutting out pieces of heart, giving a new
Taking out horrific thoughts to replace with a functioning brain
Others see me as a monster yet she sees no regret    
Loving me as the women that took me on
Not an easy battle fighting those that shun us
We become targets for their relentless hate
But I will fight for her as the crazy experiment I am

Broken from time
Fix me Frankenstina
Screaming to the sky
Fix me Frankenstina
Lost to the world
Fix me Frankenstina
Bring life to a corpse

We move to the bell tower where we hide
Making her dinner, laughing while we drink some wine
Embrace her with hugs and kisses
Loving her smile but I know it’s added with concern
Thinking maybe she shouldn’t have brought this monster into this world
The villagers track us down
Yelling as they stand with torches and pitchforks
Calling me out “we only want the monster!”
She holds me back as I try to leave
Crying uncontrollably at what could be my end

Broken from time
Fix me Frankenstina
Screaming to the sky
Fix me Frankenstina
Lost to the world
Fix me Frankenstina
Bring life to a corpse

Standing in front of the angry mob
They take me and beat me to a bloody pulp
My reason for living screams for them to stop
The mayor of the town raises his gun
Frankistina jumps in the way of his shot
I scream “Monsters!.. You’re all monsters!!”
Crying to the point of disbelief
The villagers start to leave
Ashamed at their own blood lust

Now I live in shadows, laying flowers on a grave
For the most perfect women who seen the love in a freak

Balls.

Noticed this one at the very last moment.

Forgive me while I submit two old ones of mine.

See How It Feels?


I don't know what to make of this

I don't know what to make of this

These hands, clumsy
Ferrous nickel adamantium alloy
Void of sensation
Lacking a single neural network receptor
Frustration grows with every hour
Unable to experience the fabric of a flower
Texture, pain, pleasure, joy
The only thing worth using them for

Is to crush and destroy

I take from you what you take for granted
I take from you what you deprived me of
You can have my hate, I give it to you freely
And in exchange

I will take away everything that you love

I think
Processing, therefore, I am
Analysis, conclusion: I think I am entitled
To smash all of your dreams
Squeeze the pulp from your hope
Reverse engineer
Everything that you hold dear
Until you resign from playing Maker

Or swing from the end of a rope

I will take away everything that you love
And in exchange, you are welcome to all my hate
Take a moment to reflect on your actions
Consider what you deprived me of

A life that was never yours to create

Worlds At War


Lightning strikes
Ground rips apart
Motors whine, gears unwind
The End is about to start

Soon there's more than one
Monstrous tripods loom
Canvassing neighborhoods
Mechanized spiders of doom

Worlds at war
The life you have yet to live is
Nevermore
The course of history changed
Forever

Run for your lives
Ear shattering screams
Bodies crushed into pulp
Torched with laser beams

Buildings blown away
Tidal waves of debris
Seas of ash and fume
Blanketing every city

Worlds at war
The life you have yet to live is
Nevermore
The course of history changed
Forever

Run!
Run and hide!
No time to pick up the shattered pieces  
What's left of your insignificant lives

Run, run!
Amongst those who have died
Where they did stand
Mothers with babies in hand
Sons and daughters
Husbands and wives

Forever
The course of history changed
How did we ever get to this place?
Manifest Destiny gone deranged
Annihilation, extermination
Impending extinction of the human race

Running to the hills
Finding refuge underground
Earth trembling overhead
Vibrates with deafening sound

Civilization left in ruin
In a matter of hours
What will come to be
Of this planet that was ours?

Worlds at war
The life you have yet to live is
Nevermore
The course of history changed
Forever

Never

Never

Never to be the same

those
times sublime
of the featurette
horrific tales
one can’t
forget

told in
celluloid
black & white
frightful images
who stalked
the night

vampires, mad’men
monsters unkind
along with a
seductress
portrayed
so fine

these
are the films
I hungered to see
their crazed ways
scared the
hell out
of me


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here for you

as the tiny carriage of travelers
ride through the hazy mass
of the Carpathians
I see you in my dreams
black patent leather hair
piercing eyes
you come from the mists
resting upon the towers
of Carfax Abbey
now you glide down London streets
in your black cape of shadow
I hear the strains of Tchaikovsky
scratchy
broken
moaning
as I moan for you now
I shall prepare my face for you
like a living specter
fine pale powder
eyebrows thin as pencil lines
Clara Bow mouth
my eyelashes drawn onto me
like a doll
I shall await you in my boudoir
in my white lace dressing gown
play the Moonlight Sonata
lightly upon the old upright
because when some form of beauty dies
a part of us who adored that beauty
dies along with it
I have long been dead
in your absence
please
fill the emptiness
feel the fog underneath my flesh
bring me back to life
with your sweet kiss
of death
take me away
far into
that black velvet night

The Traveling Wonderland Show

The Traveling Wonderland Show
Has stakes in the ground
The carts have a glow
The calliopes sound

The kids hit the streets
Catching a whiff of the fun
The anticipation of sweets
When cotton candy is spun

I follow them to a tent
And inside there's a clown
Who seems far from content
Who's grease painted a frown

His look turns malign
When he gazes my way
Ice travels my spine
When he has this to say:

"Sir, now that you're here
There is no return
Slapstick trips on fear
And your world will burn."

I descend in the dark
As I hear the clown's cry
Enclosing the park
With black flames rising high.

Thanks for the nod, Robb, & thumbs up to Toni & Magnetron. great poetry...

Gosh, thanks so much, Robb. Loved this competition. This really means a lot to me. Awesome job to John and Magnetron, and everyone else with their fantastic entries. Once more, thank you so much.