The Slime (A Halloween Poem)

It just wouldn’t be Halloween without a “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe inspired/parodied poem.

Once upon a midday bleak and boring,

While I exercised, only thoughts in that hour,

There came a knocking at my spaceship door.

“How is that possible?” I wondered.

“Was an asteroid and nothing more.”

Oh, asteroid, I cursed my wandering.

Sweet, forgiving Luna, my dear.

Who during EVA was impaled by space debris.

My loneliness wrapped around memories of bright Luna.

Still, I hear her voiceless scream

Through that endless midnight doom.

Again, again came the knocking on my spaceship door.

In a beep, the sensors say life is by the ship’s sterile hide.

“Luna? Could it be?

Could Providence have saved my love?”

In a rush, the airlock I fling.

Alarms wail but my Luna waits!

But nothing save a slime flies in.

It comes to rest upon kitchen floor.

Quote the slime, “Give me air!”

A slime with voice?

A pack I provide.

Breath after breath, the green slime takes

All while watching me.

“How is this? Who are you?” I say.

The slime stares then pass a beat,

Quote the slime,

“I saw it all.”

“All?” I ask.

“The fight with Luna,

Vicious and with bite.”

“Nonsense!” quote I. “Leave now, vile slime!

Dear Luna had no spite!”

The slime replied with red gelatin shiver.

“What evil do you speak?” I yell.

No reply ‘cept puffs of air.

“My Luna is innocent. Sweet as a babe.

No evil in her might.”

“Not her, but you,” spoke the dying slime.

“Angered by her night with Steve.

The line snapped by your very hand.”

No, no. A rock. A rock did in my love!

Not the bitter affair with wife and friend!

Where was Steve at the end?

I gripped the slime,

But laugh it did, as it dripped away.

The slime, red stain and broken pack,

Left me alone on kitchen floor…

Forevermore.

Until the next wormhole…Happy Halloween!!

Ode to February | Poem

The holidays are done
yet winter remains.
What can stop this refrain?

School starts anew.
The bills are due.
Taxes wait by the door.
Please end this winter sore.

Will shadows appear,
Caught by creatures dear?

Can love's undying light
Cause a fire to ignite?

Hold them close,
a love's careful cheer
can break winter's evil sneer.

Laughter in the snow
ends an icy blow.

Winter's trials sack the land
united in love, hand in hand,
spring comes early...
if you love sincerely. 

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading!

Copyright Joe Rover 2020

All rights reserved.


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Always Dripping | Poem

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

Always. 
Drip, drip, drip.

Kevin sits curled,
head covered.
The sounds echo.

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

Winds howl.
Bats screech.
And always...
drip, drip, drip.

Stalagmites. Or stalactites? 
His mind tries to focus
on anything other than 
the dreary now.

Does anyone miss him?
Does anyone care?

They should.

It'd make the news.
"Field trip cave-in,"
Kevin's mind wanders.
Anything to escape the
drip,
drip,
drip.

Should have stayed with the group.
Couldn't.
The bullies push and shove.
The never-ending laughter.
Always the laughter.
Like water.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Should have stayed.
Would be safe.
The rescuers come for them.
Not him.

Drip, drip, drip.
The sound still mocks.

Kevin curls further in.
No one misses him.

Drip, drip--

Kevin unfolds.
That horrid sound...
Quiet.

A new sound.

Digging!

The rock breaks!
A figure appears!

Kevin knows that cape and howl.
Dogboy.

A friendly paw helps him stand.
Safe arms hold him well.
A single step, the boy is safe.
Parents greet with warm love.

The job is done,
all are found--
thanks to the Heroic Hound.

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading.

Copyright 2020 Joe Rover

All rights reserved.


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