Pre code poetry.. huh what? Grab a beer, sit, we'll chat and play bongos 1 1

[retrocomics]

OK, folks. After a couple weeks of contest hype we have a total of three contestants. I was hoping for more but hopefully the next one people will be more open to trying their hand. So, here they are. The 3 entries. Please post your vote here!! so there is no dispute and all can see and count for themselves. Winner will receive this

Entry #1

 

 

 

Captain Midnight's Pre-flight Check

 

The fighters were parked at the far end of the field

as sirens garishly blared and he scrambled to wield

the top ranked squadron of P51's

that belched deadly fire from six synchronized guns.

 

As he jogged toward his splendidly fit fighter plane

thoughts of duty occurred and began to strain

his concentration for the daring plan of attack

he'd undeniably been rattled by too much heavy flack.

 

Had the master alternator switch been turned on?

why it would blast him out of the sky if that was set wrong.

What if the propeller pitch was set too high?

he'd often wondered about that as he streaked through the sky.

 

As he ran down the runway the captain absently thought

of the flowers for his girl, which he had recently bought.

Did she prefer pink roses or would red carnations be embraced?

Well at least they were fresh cut and arranged in good taste.

 

He thought back on his idyllic days while attending Yale

flush full of serious studies and frosty pints of ale.

He'd diligently schooled himself in law and competed in track

right up until that day of the devastating December attack.

 

When Captain Midnight first burst into the air

energetic legions of enemy pilots were blissfully unaware

of the nonpareil nerves that he brought to the fight

until they were illuminated in the Admiral's gun sight.

 

The courageous Captain then sprinted as though shot from a sling

ensuring that he would be the first to take wing

as he sought to do battle with the German air aces

who'd had no time to wipe the grit off their faces.

 

But wait .. what was that call that he heard

as he briskly dashed then his head briefly blurred

"Hey Captain you overran and forgot to climb in your plane"

"Well how about that, I am under incredible strain".

 

The moment was forgotten as he closed the planes bubble

if word of his lapse leaked, he'd be in serious trouble.

The signal flare then sizzled and burst high in the sky

and the squadron's fleet launched under the commander's watchful eye.

Fighter planes banked left and streaked straight towards the enemies lair

to paste the Luftwaffe with lead, that would pierce the night air.

 

 

Entry #2

On a cold and pitch dark night,

ancient tracks shake with fright

On railroads old filled with disdain,

comes grinning bright, the old Ghost Train

 

Why wears its engine a skull like mask?

Some questions are better not to ask

Once every year through fog or rain

comes rumbling through, the old Ghost Train

 

Spike drivers and Conductors know

in a whispered hush how the tale did grow

These rails were laid with death and pain

souls burn like coal in the old Ghost Train

 

A race to join coasts from West to East

was the prideful sin that made the beast

The prize - a golden spike - like the mark of Cain

scars deep the heart of the old Ghost Train

 

Its passengers wail and scream a lot

forever ride this spectral chariot

that collects the dead that do refrain

to say why they ride the old Ghost Train

 

 

Entry #3

 

 

 

 

Thanks to all!!

 

Think I added a poll above, hell who knows! If there is one use it please since voting isn't the way to go. It was all tied up so I think we will let the poll decide!

[retrocomics]

Hey! Use my poll above and use it wisely! That sounds dirty...

[porcupine48]

Darn,I meant to send one in!Darn funerals!

[Pat Calhoun]

But folks are still hungry for more;

Post one up, and hear them roar.

And then you, as 'dark horse write-in',

May yet snag 'Gorilla Man'.

Edited June 29, 2015 by pcalhoun

[porcupine48]

Ive one written about the mourge...let me find it.

[frozentundraguy]

But folks are still hungry for more;

Post one up, and hear them roar.

And then you, as 'dark horse write-in',

May yet snag 'Gorilla Man'.

 

 

Roar and then duck.

 

 

Insta-verse, inspired by...

 

 

Hated by women preyed on by men

I thought I'd never see the goddess again

after she's defeated the 50 foot tall woman

those of us with sense we got up and ran

 

straight out of that theater into the night

vowing not too watch sci-fi thrillers without sufficient light

the goddess then left for a planet unknown

preparing for conquest, no need for a throne

 

she continued to grow, well beyond reason we thought

and other jealous women began to deviously plot

but alas it was all of no earthly avail

cause in that short red dress men protected her without fail

 

[retrocomics]

But folks are still hungry for more;

Post one up, and hear them roar.

And then you, as 'dark horse write-in',

May yet snag 'Gorilla Man'.

 

 

Roar and then duck.

 

 

Insta-verse, inspired by...

 

 

Hated by women preyed on by men

I thought I'd never see the goddess again

after she's defeated the 50 foot tall woman

those of us with sense we got up and ran

 

straight out of that theater into the night

vowing not too watch sci-fi thrillers without sufficient light

the goddess then left for a planet unknown

preparing for conquest, no need for a throne

 

she continued to grow, well beyond reason we thought

and other jealous women began to deviously plot

but alas it was all of no earthly avail

cause in that short red dress men protected her without fail

 

Very awesome, Dale!

 

[porcupine48]

Okay,this was to be my submission for the contest,inspired by the prize book

Midnight in the Morgue

The clock sweeps the seconds

To midnight in the morgue

The drawers shriek open

Spilling forth an undead hoard

Rags hang limp

Like rotting tattered flesh

On bodies cold

Like fresh

From the Fridgedair

Tongues,eyes loll and roll

With hungry,hateful

Hellish stares.....

The city morgue~

Gleaming sterile tiles

Shall taste the gore

Of your insides

The bolt slams shut

Clicks,locks firm

Icy grips makes terror burn

Tear rip scratch and bite

Clawing you down to hell

In the city morgue

A fine place to die

Youll haunt forever

Your final charnal cell.

Edited June 30, 2015 by porcupine48

[Pat Calhoun]

very 'cool' - and the time frame of the verse is echoed in your 'eleventh hour' entry...

[porcupine48]

Glad you like it...

Ironic that I missed entering due to yet ANOTHER death inmy family....and I almost got pushed in the grave as a pallbearer!really,that was upsetting ,on an already bad day!

[Jayman]

Jumpin' Jimmers that's good!

That verse has everything I like and a Fridgedair!

[Pat Calhoun]

The Goddess of World 21

Thinks a fourth entry would be fun.

O she could grant a mighty prize:

A month's vacation on her thighs...

 

[retrocomics]

That was a really gruesome, macabre bit of verse Porcupine! Sorry my contests seem to bring you bad luck tho!

[porcupine48]

No,no,its not the contests...bad luck has been following me for a year now....my best friend,another old friend,my wifes stepmother,two grandmothers in two months,pets....plus a plethora of other wonderfully upseting stuff...no wonder im morbidly moribund.

But,glad you all liked the words...

[porcupine48]

Jumpin' Jimmers that's good!

That verse has everything I like and a Fridgedair!

[retrocomics]

No,no,its not the contests...bad luck has been following me for a year now....my best friend,another old friend,my wifes stepmother,two grandmothers in two months,pets....plus a plethora of other wonderfully upseting stuff...no wonder im morbidly moribund.

But,glad you all liked the words...

 

Sorry to hear all the misfortunes but some of the best poets found great inspiration from tragedy. Not that I wish anyone misfortunes!

[porcupine48]

Dammit i wanted to enter.....

[frozentundraguy]

Dammit i wanted to enter.....

 

Nice entry! Hopefully things can run along uneventfully for a while.

[retrocomics]

Okay,this was to be my submission for the contest,inspired by the prize book

Midnight in the Morgue

The clock sweeps the seconds

To midnight in the morgue

The drawers shriek open

Spilling forth an undead hoard

Rags hang limp

Like rotting tattered flesh

On bodies cold

Like fresh

From the Fridgedair

Tongues,eyes loll and roll

With hungry,hateful

Hellish stares.....

The city morgue~

Gleaming sterile tiles

Shall taste the gore

Of your insides

The bolt slams shut

Clicks,locks firm

Icy grips makes terror burn

Tear rip scratch and bite

Clawing you down to hell

In the city morgue

A fine place to die

Youll haunt forever

Your final charnal cell.

 

With approval from all contestants this entry is now an official submission into the contest. You can vote for it but I can't edit the poll (top of page 19!!) So it will have to be submitted on the thread or to me. Thanks!

[porcupine48]

Shucks...thanks gang.....i really love this place,I wish we all lived close and could hang out and I could meet every single person ive met here...and ive always a place to stay if you are about..

I was dying to use that butthurt image...please reuse and enjoy!

Im going to work on a poem especial now...be back soon.