Trapped!

Trapped!

 

This limerick harks to a serial that we are writing on Undead in the Netherworld.

 

Willy Darkstar was trying to find

A way to escape the egg where he was confined

T'was an unsavory spell

Which trapped him inside this hell

Where he was sure he'd go out of his mind

 

~Wanda~

 



For Jim and Ray

 

Poem for Jim and Ray

 

The assignment from the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to write a poem using Doors song titles.

It is my belief that Jim Morrison is probably the greatest rock poet of all time. However, without Ray Manzarek, The Doors would never have come to be. Only he could have woven the amazing tapestry of melody that The Doors are revered for.

Please understand that I'm not some kind of groupie. I have the utmost respect for Jim and Ray. I'm simply having a little fun with these titles in their honor. I hope the guys are out there somewhere in the Universe, and maybe they'll pick up on my vibe and dig it!

Rest in peace, Ray and Jim.

Here is my poem.

Hello, I Love You, pretty baby
Come aboard my Crystal Ship
We'll be Riders on the Storm together
It doesn't matter what the weather

We'll sail away from this unhallowed place
In which the People are Strange
We may hear the songs of sirens as we travel
But When the Music's Over, our love still won't unravel

I need you so bad, you can Love Me Two Times
I'll let you be my Backdoor Man
You know my love is real and not pretend
I'll stay with you until The End

~Wanda~



Cross-posted to:
Poetry of the Netherworld
Undead in the Netherworld

D is for Diamante

A to Z Writing Challenge:

D is for Diamante

by

Wanda Psycho

Thanks for sticking me with this one, Guys. I will have my revenge!

Diamante Style
A Damante styled poem commonly contains seven lines that are shaped like a diamond. The poem is written in the following format.
Line 1: Noun or subject
Line 2: Two Adjectives
Line 3: Three -ing words
Line 4: Four words about the subject
Line 5: Three -ing words
Line 6: Two adjectives
Line 7: Synonym/antonym for the subject
Read more at Buzzle: http://www.buzzle.com/articles/poetry-styles.html

Netherworld

Unique Unusual

Accepting Connecting Protecting

Home Haven Asylum Sanctuary

Cocooning Embracing Healing

Zany Incredible

Otherworld

Looks more like a flying saucer to me. But I followed formula, so, there you are.
This describes Cie Cheesemeister's "Netherworld." She conceived this particular fascinating plane based on the idea that the dark realms were misconstrued. The Netherworld is more a sanctuary for outcasts than a place of punishment based on Cheesy's mythology. It became a place where characters of her creation met with characters that she enjoyed from other story lines. There is noplace else like it!

Visit the Undead in the Netherworld blog, if you dare.

~Wanda~

C is for Clerihew

Clerihew poetry is named for its creator, Edmund Clerihew Bentley (10 July 1875 – 30 March 1956)

Spectra will pop off a few for you utilizing some of our Netherworld folk, and herself.

Image credit: clairev / 123RF Stock Photo

Spectra Ghostseeker

Is a Tarot card peeper

A zany old lady

Who tries to make the future less hazy

Photoshop manipulation by Cie Cheesemeister.

Ed is on the left, his guy Dave is on the right.

Evil Ed is one of our borrowed characters. He was our favorite in Fright Night. 

Dave, who is our creation, is the twin brother of Dwayne Hicks (IV), another borrowed character.

Actor Stephen Geoffreys, who played Evil Ed, is openly gay. So we thought that Ed should be too.

Evil Ed is a vamp

Who's a little bit camp

We think it's completely okay

That he's openly gay

Stephen Geoffreys played Evil in Fright Night
That he wasn't more famous just ain't right
He's got less hair today
Which is completely okay.

One more, and then I must run!

Lafayette is furry and black
He's a cat, as a matter of fact
Good luck finishing your clerical task
As on papers he likes to crash

Thanks, see you at the Letter D!

~Spectra~

B is for Burlesque

B is for Burlesque

by

Gunnar Raven

A Burlesque poem does not necessarily incite people to take their clothes off. It is a poem utilizing ridiculous subject matter. Satire is a form of Burlesque.

A lot of people don't seem to understand Burlesque, which is why they'll never understand the flavor of Undead in the Netherworld. That's okay, though, we'll keep on doing what we do, regardless.

I'm tired, but let me see if I can serve you up some poetry.

Ode to the Netherworld

A highbrow, illustrious land is the World of Nether

Everyone there is so suave, and they dress up all in leather

They allow none in their club but the best of the best

If you don't meet the highest standards, then you're just "the rest."

If you're not the cream of the crop, then all shoulders turn to ice

If you aren't the properest of proper, the reception won't be nice

No weirdos, rejects or freaks will the Netherworld allow

You won't even get in the door unless you're the highest of highbrow

Everyone in the Netherworld is so sophisticated

If you're even second best, be prepared to be underrated

You must dress up every day in your finest of attire

They serve only brie and melba toast while angels play the lyre

If you're looking for a place that loves the oddballs and the freaks

Keep on looking, Loser, the Netherworld allows no geeks

Since you'll be rubbing shoulders with the finest of the fine

Be sure to bring lots of money so you can buy the finest wine

You thought that Heaven had high standards, well the Netherworld has higher

For the minorest of faux pas, you'll be thrown into the fire

It's a green and pleasant land, except nothing's green or pleasant

If your blood isn't the bluest blue, you'll be treated like a peasant

And now I've told my story about this terrible place

If you even look like riff or raff, you'll be thrown out on your face

The Netherworld's the kind of place where no-one can have fun

I'm such an awful liar, t'is time for me to cut and run

~Gunnar~

This poem lives up to the Burlesque style, as it flies in the face of facts that have been previously established. In our mythology, the Netherworld is actually a very accepting place and is home to all variety of rejects from all over the Multiverses.

Please visit Undead in the Netherworld and enjoy prose in the Burlesque tradition as well. It's irreverent, it's ridiculous, and it's just how we like it!

Ronnie Baker's Easter Woe

Image found here.

 

A fellow who liked to bake bread

Was filled with despair in his head

Too many orders he took

Without enough ovens to cook

All the Easter treats for customers live and Undead

 

~Aurora~

 

Welcome to Poetry of the Netherworld

We are hoping that someday, if we write enough intense and breathtaking poetry, our works may be included in a fine volume such as this one: 

Introduction to Epic Poetry, by Señor English

Friends, when Tempest first suggested creating a blog for poetry, The Real Cie said "Oh, Tosh! We have quite enough blogs!" 

But she relented, for the members of Team Netherworld create quite a bit of poetry, and it would be nice to have a place to showcase it separately from the prose and exciting Netherworld News Updates.

So welcome, dear readers to Poetry of the Netherworld. 

Do expect it to have that special Undead flavor that those of you who follow our Undead in the Netherworld blog know and love so well!

Cheers,

Tempest