Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: the spooky oookie
Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: Write a haunted poem.
the spooky oookie
there is nothing happy
or sweet as candy about it.
Under a spooks' operation,
it's been a spooky year thus far.
So spooky, that a costume
can't even disguise the ugliest
dark of the darkness
in the darkest times before
Autumn's time falls back while
watching history repeat itself.
Government buildings are
haunted houses with a million
cobwebs of deception in
every nook and cranny.
Only the purest souls
withholds God's light
as it flickers to flick off
the vampires of greed and wrath.
The unpleasant scents of decayed
flesh of "liberty and justice for all"
swallows the innocence
of tranquilized air in rooms
where ritual circles take place-
full of strange, creeps
with vacant souls like Jason,
Freddy Krueger, and Mike Myers.
In the highest chambers,
lies demonic hearts.
In the lowest, house of
representatives,
thee wizards of wickedness
slithers like venomous snakes.
They're the new, perfect
seeds of Chucky with
Americans' blood on their hands.
The new children of the corn-y,
baring cold shoulders
colder than 7 winters
below 32 degrees-
upholding twisted dark legacies
birthed out of the shadows of
America's white supremacy.
24 hours of oppression,
depression, and recession,
plus 7 days a week
of nightmares before Christmas.
But ain't none of them
been Christ-like all year.
More like false prophets.
Quick to role play Carrie,
when we know they're
really the scary ones of
parasitic parties of poly-ticks;
Constant hocus pocus
and secret conjurings;
Tongues of little black lies
that grows wider,
telling new tales
from the crypts
as they rot inside.
As they prey,
to prevail;
we pray
that all spells fail.
Because God knows
all about what witches do
and he knows the recipes
of every witches brew.
Ask Texas...
They ain't the only lone state
that seen a chainsaw massacre.
All fifty states have a Jigsaw
that stay getting jiggy
with Jim Crow on the lo'.
Every shade of evil
is "the shining"; and
hate been the "It".
But only love identifies
As the true final destination
of pure bliss.
💜D'ElegantOne
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