Ghostly Muse – I think not

Rose

You are not prey

For I do not kill

Or take without giving

 

I don’t steal your dreams

Or make you scream

In your bed alone

 

I take only what I need

And in return

You are in blissful wonder

 

Don’t fear the ones

With a shadow for a soul

And a vision of night

 

“What are you writing?” That was said in a sarcastic tone right from the mouth of the Ghost who materialized over my shoulder like a puff of stale cigarette smoke. That was the last thing I needed.

I glared at him. “Go away. It isn’t for your eyes.”

He gave me a disgusted look. “It isn’t for any eyes.”

“I was just playing around with the words.”

“You’re such a Vampire. Always trying to make your vile nasty things look so innocent. Why don’t you just say that you creep around at night and scare the shit out of people.”

“That is your job Mr. Ghost.”

“Oh right. But you’re pretty creepy.”

I stood up and faced him. “Really? You think I’m creepy?”

He gave me one of those creepy smiles and raised an eyebrow. “I do.”

“That comes from a disembodied dead person who lurks around and stalks people,” I told him.

“I don’t lurk. And you’re not a people. You’re a Vampire. You’re dead too.”

“ Excuse me Nigel, I am not dead.”

“A twisted technicality. And what about your husband? He wasn’t born into your sick and twisted Vampire world. He was held down by a gang of Vampires while their Vampire slut sucked out all of his blood as well as his very life. Then they filled him with their poisoned blood and breath and gave him a shadow for a soul. He had a funeral. His girlfriend cried over his dead cold body. He now, like you, has to drink blood to survive.”

“At least my husband has a body.”

Nigel smiled again. “A body most guys would envy, but he is still a cold dead Vampire.”

“Are you done here?”

“Sure.” The ghost all but rolled his eyes. “You know when you’re angry your fangs come out.”

“Enough.” I snapped out at him.

Then he had the audacity to put his head back and laugh. “Admit it Vampire. I’m your muse.”

“Go away.”

“Goodnight Juliette.” He faded away but I could still hear him laughing in the distance.

be nice

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Until you are nothing

Tomorrow I shall start to kill

Poison

Strangle

Hack away

Until you are nothing

Bare ground

Where you were

I have always hated you

Your drive for attention

Your needs

That could never be met

I will bring in dirt

To cover any last trace of you

And I will plant

Roses

Lilly of the Nile

Rosemary and Sage

Farewell hated lawn

My revenge on you will be swift

And final.

White Silk, Black Tails…a Vampire love story

Vampire Love Poem

 

I was a spirit

In white silk with pink roses

Bustle in back

You in black tails

Took my breath away

And a century later

When you realized

That I loved you

I could exhale

 

Rose

Romantic Collection – FREE February 2, 2013

Free Download February 2, 2013

Passion’s Prisms is a romance collection written by various authors:

Mandy White, J. Harrison Kemp, David W. Stone, Veronica Veil, Daniel E. Tanzo, Diana Garcia, Marla Todd, A.K. Wallace, Marie Frankson, David Hunter, Rob Betz, Michael Haberfelner, Suzanne Parlee, Anand Matthew, Juliette Kings.

Love can be many things.
For some, it’s sweet and sensual. For others, it’s tragic and painful. There are as many sides to love and romance as there are souls to experience them. Just as a prism transforms a beam of light into all the colors of the rainbow, love blooms to its full potential, taking on a different shade with every heart through which it passes.
The stories and poetry in this book are as diverse as their composers. You will find a bit of everything in here, from tenderness, sensuality and magic to the inevitable darker sides of romance – pain, tragedy and deceit.

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Standing out in the night…poetry from our youth, a true gift

Poetry is a gift we give each other and ourselves - 
no matter if we read the poetry of others or write our own.

Today I'm truly honored to share three poems 
from my friend Adelia (age 13, 9th grade)

Standing out in the night,

The tell-tale roar

And gentle, soothing light

Reflect on the

Loyal eyes of the old dog

Illuminating the landscape

Giving life to the storm

He shivers, cold while his

Tail tucks between his legs

And he howls to

Notify his master of the

Danger in the night

His master

Urges him to be quiet,

telling him to give it a

Rest, but the dog doesn’t understand

Ruff, ruff, ruff, right into the incoming Catastrophe

And he doesn’t stop ’till it hits

In the morning,

Nothing is left and

Everyone knows of the hurricane in the

Starlight

 

 

 

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Such a rare happiness, the

Mother hugs her child after

It recovers from the

Life-threatening

Emergency

 

 

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Running free,

Everything has beauty

See it in the trees, the

People, and the animals

Everything has a purpose, all

Connected for all of

Time

Over there, the

Finch builds a

Nest, expectant of new chicks

Antelope travel

Together, searching out the

Utopia of predator-free lands

Resting in the shade,

Elephants flap their ears

And people watch this all,

Not a scratch on them

Delve into the

Lives of animals

Immerse yourself,

Find your purpose

Everything has one

And you are no exception

Neither life nor

Death changes this fact

You must find your place, be it

Over the next obstacle or

Under a trial

Respect is key in

Survival

Everything knows this

Life goes on as a

Family


windstale

Poetry on a Vampire Mom blog? 
Why? Click here and I'll tell you.

You wait at my door…

Door

You wait at my door,

Your bite still fresh,

Your cries

Your pleading

Your banging

The scratching

Your love

Astounds me

You will not give up

Fangs set

Love forever

I must let you in

For after all

Despite all

Forever all

I laugh

I smile

I let you in

You are my cat.

 

My love, my cat