Feeling The Music By Pirate60 Inspired By Mzhyper I hear a boom, boom, boom As the music fills the room It starts a beat, beat, beat That travels into my feet For the music is the magic, and magic is the beat It’s in my mind, it’s in my soul, a most harmonic treat And the joys that I’m feeling, of these I can not stop I’ll be move’n and groove‘n; and dancing till I drop On the floor or in the street I spin and twirl with...

Through The Eyes Of A Child Through the eyes of innocents, the world is all new;And the littlest of tasks are wondrous to do. Beauty surrounds all, in a child’s small mind. Knowing nothing of the torments, imposed by mankind. Be the child when you can; seeing the world as all good. Through their eyes lies the answers, if only all would. The time can be now, our world at peace. When there is no crime, and no need for polic...

Chapter 3 Dracula's Past Now in the castle's main room, the two sat before a warm fire, sipping at their drinks. “Sorry about the cooking wine.” Victor apologized. “But it was all I could find in the kitchen. My former assistant, Igor, must have taken every ounce of wine with him, when he took off. Even that so called hiding place he had with that noxious brew he was so fond of is gone.” Baron Von Frankenstein visibly shu...

Don’t Piss On My Tree “Hey! Slum dog.” “Are you talking to me?” “Yes I am, For I can see.” “Quit holding your dork. Stop taking a pee. For what you’re peeing on, Is my prized peach tree.” “Sorry dude, As you are too late. My task is complete, Your tree first rate.” “That’s too bad for you. See this shotgun in my hands. It’s full of rock salt To now blast your can.” “Hold on there mate! For I meant no harm. Can we make a d...

A Rugged Man I’m a rugged man, And tough as nails. With a massive chest, And arms like rails. My face isn’t pretty, I’m no Hollywood gent. I consider bar time, Time well spent. Of my friends, there aren’t many. Likely the meanest you’ll see. You’ll never see us, In any joints sipp’n tea. I live in a shack. Yes it’s quite a raw dump. I bring in a Hooker, For a two dollar hump. I’ve a flea bitten dog. His name is Clyde. His...

Cookies and a Mothers Love In the kitchen, mom is baking awayWhile I am outside, happy at play. “Come in”, says she, a smile on her face“ Go to the table and take your place.” Warm from the oven appears a grand treatI rush to the table, quickly taking my seat. Here come the cookies, on a big plate.“Oh, please can I have one for I can not wait.” With love in my heart, and eyes all aglowA feeling so warm, from my head to my...

Leap frog, leap frog, hopping high, right over the log. Across the grass, down to the lake, he leaps in the air right over the snake. “See ya suck'r!” He cries with a grin, landing with a plop, in a can made of tin. “What the..?” He utters, confused as can be. The snake swims over, smiling with glee. “Dumb ol' frog”, said the snake, climbing inside. “I'm going to eat you now.” And the frog thus died. The moral of this tal...

From The Files Of Jack Vine A Jack And The Giant P I Case File Somewhere This Side Of The Rainbow “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home…” It was Saturday, the day of Gladice and Jack’s wedding. Mary and me were given the dubious honors of ‘Maid of Honor’ and ‘Best Man’ by the two happy lovebirds and thus standing by their sides. Jack, I could see, was quite dashing in his blac...

I started with an old steel pipe, I cut it here and there. I welded it into a shape, Then stepped back with a critical stare. I then modified that shape a bit, Adding two wheels and a chain. I had to force a couple bolts, Man, were they a pain . It then came time to paint it, So I picked a shade of red. I then added a glossy finish to that. “Dam! That’s good,” I said. I place a big bow on it, Then hid it in the car bay. I...

Death To gaze inside the blackened tomb, through veiled, bleak and darkest gloom. Step inside if you dare. Fear no souls, eyeless stares. Ghosts of past departed lives, hopes and dreams cut out with knives. Intrepid are those who dare to pass. He, that is cloaked, will hold death's mass. With sickle in hands of ageless bone, he reaps all souls, each one alone. Your trip into the hell of brimstone and fire, will burn your...

Old No. 666 Mournful whistle. A Hell bound train In the distant fog and the bitter cold rain Bearing down upon the track Billowing clouds from its black smoke stack Clang of the bell, demon from Hell Reddened Monster, I’m under its spell Thunder is its wheels roaring down the rail Passengers of the dead, ghostly, white and pail Beckons to me as I lay in my bed Call of the Reaper, I think I am dead “Ticket,” says he, with...

Beer, beer, a magical drink, The more I drink the less I think. If I drink a few, and that’s more than two, My mind slows down and I don’t think of you. It’s not that your leaving me has driven me to drink, Nor the fact that you're dating my ex-friend, the fink. If that were so, and I think I’d know, I’d probably punch him in the nose then go. But that’s not me, as you can see, For these twelve beers should set me free. A...

“Hey Rachelle!” Rachelle Wynberg, reporter for WBBK, NY, looked up quickly from the papers she had been lazily reading. She was at the moment bored to near tears. These last two weeks had been hell on her, having covered nothing more exciting than a domestic disturbance which, it turned out to be, a drunk old man lock out of his house. Sure he had been naked, but that was all. “What a fuckin' waste,” she grumbled. She loo...

Bumble, Bumble, Toil and Tumble Bumble, Bumble, Toil and Tumble See me trip, see me stumble. Down to the ground I hit with a plop A thump to my noggin, hear it go Bop! My eyes go wide, they fill up with tears Written on my face, a great many fears. In sucks the air, my chest did fill In prep of a scream, I knew would be shrill. “Ouch!” I screamed as loud as I could My sister shook her head, grinning as she stood. “I told...

Coated in candy, honey and whipped cream Kindled fires of flesh, lost in a dream Of the act, the players came The stadium darkened, ready for the game She, a goblet, of clay or pure gold He, a bamboo straw, in boiled water turned cold Wild is the wolf; eager, the child But which is which and who will be defiled In the end, from the heated night The two ships part, in a glacial delight They thus moved on, with no words nor...