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« Reactie #140 Gepost op: 21-02-2004, 13:23:13 »
Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

Chapter V

It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.

How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.

The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature. I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart. Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room and continued a long time traversing my bedchamber, unable to compose my mind to sleep. At length lassitude succeeded to the tumult I had before endured, and I threw myself on the bed in my clothes, endeavouring to seek a few moments of forgetfulness. But it was in vain; I slept, indeed, but I was disturbed by the wildest dreams. I thought I saw Elizabeth, in the bloom of health, walking in the streets of Ingolstadt. Delighted and surprised, I embraced her, but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave-worms crawling in the folds of the flannel. I started from my sleep with horror; a cold dew covered my forehead, my teeth chattered, and every limb became convulsed; when, by the dim and yellow light of the moon as it forced its way through the window shutters, I beheld the wretch -- the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped and rushed downstairs. I took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house which I inhabited, where I remained during the rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation, listening attentively, catching and fearing each sound as if it were to announce the approach of the demoniacal corpse to which I had so miserably given life.

Oh! No mortal could support the horror of that countenance. A mummy again endued with animation could not he so hideous as that wretch. I had gazed on him while unfinished; he was ugly then, but when those muscles and joints were rendered capable of motion, it became a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived.

* http://home-1.worldonline.nl/~hamberg/
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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #141 Gepost op: 22-02-2004, 17:02:58 »
Hey Sam! :D Mooie toevoeging !!!  ::ok::

Dreamland  - Edgar Allan Poe
   
 
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not- dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.


 
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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #142 Gepost op: 22-02-2004, 23:24:16 »
Wraith  - Edna St. Vincent Millay
 

"Thin Rain, whom are you haunting,
That you haunt my door?"
—Surely it is not I she's wanting;
Someone living here before—
"Nobody's in the house but me:
You may come in if you like and see."

Thin as thread, with exquisite fingers,—
Have you seen her, any of you?—
Grey shawl, and leaning on the wind,
And the garden showing through?

Glimmering eyes,—and silent, mostly,
Sort of a whisper, sort of a purr,
Asking something, asking it over,
If you get a sound from her.—

Ever see her, any of you?—
Strangest thing I've ever known,—
Every night since I moved in,
And I came to be alone.

"Thin Rain, hush with your knocking!
You may not come in!
This is I that you hear rocking;
Nobody's with me, nor has been!"

Curious, how she tried the window,—
Odd, the way she tries the door,—
Wonder just what sort of people
Could have had this house before . . .

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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #143 Gepost op: 23-02-2004, 12:00:00 »
Aww..  :\'(  Life can be cruel sometimes..

Tomaatje Pommiedoor   - Barbara Matenkerk


Tomaatje Pommiedoor zat in de bak
Met zijn vrienden van dezelfde tak
Ze zaten flink in de puree
En Pommie zat daar best wel mee
Zijn naam werd al een beetje krom
Verbasterd tot tomaatje pommiedom
Hij had het net te laat gesnopen
Hun plan was in de soep gelopen
De laatste vluchtpoging falikant mislukt
Ruw waren ze van het veld geplukt
Allen gepakt voor hetzelfde vergrijp
Voor hen was de tijd nu rijp
En al zat hij nog zo fout
Pommie nam het allemaal met een korreltje zout

Daar viel pommie dan van de troon
Een scherpe punt wipte zijn kroon
Waar was nou die rode blos
Van toen hij nog de baas was over zijn tros
En toen het mes sneed diep in zijn vlees
Werden terstond vijftien kerstomaatjes wees
Subconsciously submerged, drowning in delight, obsessed by the obscure, drawn in by its Light.

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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #144 Gepost op: 24-02-2004, 09:24:10 »
hehe  ;D

Economy cruise   -   Aubrey van Amstel

Hij reisde per goedkope boot.
Uit speakers klonk: 'Wees op uw hoede;
de kans op schipbreuk wordt te groot.
Wilt u zich naar de sloepen spoeden?'

De dreun, die volgde was enorm.
Hij was volledig buiten zinnen.
Met superkrachten blies een storm
hem over zee een woning binnen.

Zo leek het. Hij was stapelgek,
maar ongedeerd terechtgekomen,
waar in een soort van slaapvertrek
in 't licht een dame lag te dromen.

Het dekbed was bezaaid met stront
en slijm en duizend trage slakken,
de wand met spinnen en de grond
krioelde van de kakkerlakken.

Verbaasd vroeg hij zich af, in wat
voor licht hij stond. Het scheen zo fel.
Een heer, die net naarbinnentrad,
zei: 'Welkom in 'De Kleine Hel'.

In deze villa wordt getest,
in welke van de grote hellen,
waarin vakkundig wordt gepest,
we u het beste kunnen kwellen.'

Hij ging dus bij die schipbreuk dood,
zo concludeerde hij verbolgen.
De heer negeerde al z'n nood
en vroeg: 'Wilt u me nu maar volgen?'

Hij bracht hem naar een schoon vertrek.
Daar lag op bed de mooiste stoot
die hij zich wensen kon - te gek!
Ze zei: 'Kom hier, maar nét zo bloot.'

De heer verliet hen zeer discreet.
Nog nimmer had-ie zich zo gauw
met 't oog op minnespel ontkleed.
Verdomd, wat mooi was deze vrouw!

Hij had zich bij de stoot gevoegd.
Ze voelden reeds elkanders monden.
Op dat moment riep zij misnoegd:
'Zeg viezerik, verlaat m'n sponde!'

Hoe gaarne was-ie toch verwend
door die verduiveld mooie slet.
'Ik zie nu, dat je lelijk bent,'
zei zij en schopte hem uit bed.

Vernederd, daar hij voor die hoer
z'n nette broek had laten zakken,
lag hij daar eensklaps op de vloer
naast twee geschrokken kakkerlakken.

Daar lag de stakker, maar hij stond
versteld: weer in z'n hut terecht!
De man ontwaakte op de grond.
De kakkerlakken waren echt.
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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #145 Gepost op: 26-02-2004, 21:51:42 »
THOMAS DOLBY - I SCARE MYSELF

I scare myself just thinking about you
I scare myself when I'm without you
I scare myself the moment that you're going
I scare myself when I let my thoughts run
and when they're running
I keep thinking of you
and when they're running
what can I do?

I scare myself, and I don't mean lightly
I scare myself, it can get frightening
I scare myself, to think what I could do
I scare myself it's some kind of voodoo...
and with that voodoo
I keep thinking of you
and with that voodoo
what can I do?

but it's so so very different when we're together
and I'm so so much calmer; I feel better
'cause the stars already crossed our paths forever
and the sooner that you realise it the better
and then I'll be with you and I won't scare myself
and I'll know what to do and I won't scare myself
and my thoughts will run and I won't scare myself
and I'll think of you and I won't scare myself

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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #146 Gepost op: 26-02-2004, 22:03:28 »
Jagerslied

Ik ging een dag uit jagen
Al met mijn schietgeweer
Ik ging een dag uit jagen
Met mijn hoedje met een veer

Aldus zou ik gaan jagen
Gaan jagen op het land
Maar toen kwamen er twee haasjes aan
Die beten in mijn hand

Toen kwam er nog een eekhoorn
Die trok me aan mijn haar
Van overal van overal
Loerde het gevaar

Het leven van een jagersman
Is beslist geen grap
Vanuit het dichte struikgewas
Gaf een hertje me een trap

Ik zit vol met blauwe plekken
En hier en daar een bult
Met wilde woeste dieren
Is de natuur gevuld

Ik ging een dag uit jagen
Maar ik doe het nooit weer
In een stil en donker hoekje
Hangt het hoedje met de veer


Hans Dorrestijn

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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #147 Gepost op: 27-02-2004, 00:28:42 »
::tandpastasmiley::  poetic justice...

He Sammy wat leuk je hier te zien !!!  :D

Mooie post !!  ::ok:: ::ok:: :)
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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #148 Gepost op: 28-02-2004, 11:42:39 »
Misdaad  - Omar Vanca


waarom geen misdaad
plegen op een mens
waarom word ik
geen moordenaar

ik denk
de straf bevangt
ze schenkt fobie
de schrik voor claustro
klem in het gevang

want straf verplicht
allicht tot celcompanen
geeft lawaai van buren
het geklik van boeien
slaan met ketens enzovoort

bang voor zulke hetze
wil ik misdaad niet begaan
want alle heisa herbegint
toch weer van voor af aan
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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #149 Gepost op: 28-02-2004, 11:46:53 »
Coma   -  Arend Victorie


   Een hartslag,
nog een.

Daarna, stilte…

Verdwaald,
in wartaal, hersenschimmen.

Stem.

Herkenbaar?
kan niet plaatsen.

Oogopslag.

Verloren,
in vergeten dingen.
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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #150 Gepost op: 28-02-2004, 11:53:22 »
graf   - Erik Lelieveld


het is droevig
van dichtbij
het behang
te observeren
hier rust mug
1989
ik weet het
want daarvoor
heb ik gewit
in de vakantie
met de roller
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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #151 Gepost op: 28-02-2004, 14:13:37 »
Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

Chapter XVII

The being finished speaking and fixed his looks upon me in the expectation of a reply. But I was bewildered, perplexed, and unable to arrange my ideas sufficiently to understand the full extent of his proposition. He continued,--

"You must create a female for me with whom I can live in the interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being. This you alone can do, and I demand it of you as a right which you must not refuse to concede."

The latter part of his tale had kindled anew in me the anger that had died away while he narrated his peaceful life among the cottagers, and as he said this I could no longer suppress the rage that burned within me.

"I do refuse it," I replied; "and no torture shall ever extort a consent from me. You may render me the most miserable of men, but you shall never make me base in my own eyes. Shall I create another like yourself, whose joint wickedness might desolate the world. Begone! I have answered you; you may torture me, but I will never consent."

"You are in the wrong," replied the fiend; "and instead of threatening, I am content to reason with you. I am malicious because I am miserable. Am I not shunned and hated by all mankind? You, my creator, would tear me to pieces and triumph; remember that, and tell me why I should pity man more than he pities me? You would not call it murder if you could precipitate me into one of those ice-rifts and destroy my frame, the work of your own hands. Shall I respect man when he condemns me? Let him live with me in the interchange of kindness, and instead of injury I would bestow every benefit upon him with tears of gratitude at his acceptance. But that cannot be; the human senses are insurmountable barriers to our union. Yet mine shall not be the submission of abject slavery. I will revenge my injuries; if I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear, and chiefly towards you my arch-enemy, because my creator, do I swear inextinguishable hatred. Have a care; I will work at your destruction, nor finish until I desolate your heart, so that you shall curse the hour of your birth."

A fiendish rage animated him as he said this; his face was wrinkled into contortions too horrible for human eyes to behold; but presently he calmed himself and proceeded,--

"I intended to reason. This passion is detrimental to me, for you do not reflect that you are the cause of its excess. If any being felt emotions of benevolence towards me, I should return them a hundred and a hundredfold; for that one creature's sake I would make peace with the whole kind! But I now indulge in dreams of bliss that cannot be realized. What I ask of you is reasonable and moderate; I demand a creature of another sex, but as hideous as myself; the gratification is small, but it is all that I can receive, and it shall content me. It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another. Our lives will not be happy, but they will be harmless and free from the misery I now feel. Oh! My creator, make me happy; let me feel gratitude towards you for one benefit! Let me see that I excite the sympathy of some existing thing; do not deny me my request!"

* http://home-1.worldonline.nl/~hamberg/
* http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0026138/


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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #152 Gepost op: 2-03-2004, 08:43:30 »
Schaduwgrens -      Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


Een kraai vliegt langs
en krast
de kantjes van de dag
in avond af.
De nacht wiekt zwart
van boom naar boom,
zijn grens is schaduw,
zijn nest is graf.

Een kraai vliegt langs
en krast
de restjes slaap
naar wakker weg.
Het donker spiegelt angst
in open en gesloten ogen,
tot 's morgens,
bij het eerste kraaien,
de geesten weer vervagen.
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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #153 Gepost op: 4-03-2004, 23:05:44 »
Dracula - Bram Stoker

Chapter 2

By this time I had finished my supper, and by my host's desire had drawn up a chair by the fire and begun to smoke a cigar which he offered me, at the same time excusing himself that he did not smoke. I had now an opportunity of observing him, and found him of a very marked physiognomy.

His face was a strong, a very strong, aquiline, with high bridge of the thin nose and peculiarly arched nostrils, with lofty domed forehead, and hair growing scantily round the temples but profusely elsewhere. His eyebrows were very massive, almost meeting over the nose, and with bushy hair that seemed to curl in its own profusion. The mouth, so far as I could see it under the heavy moustache, was fixed and rather cruel-looking, with peculiarly sharp white teeth. These protruded over the lips, whose remarkable ruddiness showed astonishing vitality in a man of his years. For the rest, his ears were pale, and at the tops extremely pointed. The chin was broad and strong, and the cheeks firm though thin. The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor.

Hitherto I had noticed the backs of his hands as they lay on his knees in the firelight, and they had seemed rather white and fine. But seeing them now close to me, I could not but notice that they were rather coarse, broad, with squat fingers. Strange to say, there were hairs in the centre of the palm. The nails were long and fine, and cut to a sharp point. As the Count leaned over me and his hands touched me, I could not repress a shudder. It may have been that his breath was rank, but a horrible feeling of nausea came over me, which, do what I would, I could not conceal.

The Count, evidently noticing it, drew back. And with a grim sort of smile, which showed more than he had yet done his protruberant teeth, sat himself down again on his own side of the fireplace. We were both silent for a while, and as I looked towards the window I saw the first dim streak of the coming dawn. There seemed a strange stillness over everything. But as I listened, I heard as if from down below in the valley the howling of many wolves. The Count's eyes gleamed, and he said.

"Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!" Seeing, I suppose, some expression in my face strange to him, he added,"Ah, sir, you dwellers in the city cannot enter into the feelings of the hunter." Then he rose and said.

"But you must be tired. Your bedroom is all ready, and tomorrow you shall sleep as late as you will. I have to be away till the afternoon, so sleep well and dream well!" With a courteous bow, he opened for me himself the door to the octagonal room, and I entered my bedroom.

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt. I fear. I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

* http://www.literature.org/authors/stoker-bram/dracula
* http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0021814/

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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #154 Gepost op: 5-03-2004, 01:14:21 »
Brrr.. Mooi Sam !  ::ok::
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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #155 Gepost op: 6-03-2004, 20:10:46 »
a clown's smirk in the skull of a baboon... (LI)
   
 
a clown's smirk in the skull of a baboon
(where once good lips stalked or eyes firmly stirred)
my mirror gives me,on this afternoon;
i am a shape that can but eat and turd
ere with the dirt death shall him vastly gird,
a coward waiting clumsily to cease
whom every perfect thing meanwhile doth miss;
a hand's impression in an empty glove,
a soon forgotten tune,a house for lease.
I have never loved you dear as now i love

e.e. cummings
 
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« Reactie #156 Gepost op: 6-03-2004, 21:21:00 »
Two Views of a Cadaver Room - Sylvia Plath
 
   
 
  1
The day she visited the dissecting room
They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey,
Already half unstrung. A vinegary fume
Of the death vats clung to them;
The white-smocked boys started working.
The head of his cadaver had caved in,
And she could scarcely make out anything
In that rubble of skull plates and old leather.
A sallow piece of string held it together.

In their jars the snail-nosed babies moon and glow.
He hands her the cut-out heart like a cracked heirloom.

2
In Brueghel's panorama of smoke and slaughter
Two people only are blind to the carrion army:
He, afloat in the sea of her blue satin
Skirts, sings in the direction
Of her bare shoulder, while she bends,
Finger a leaflet of music, over him,
Both of them deaf to the fiddle in the hands
Of the death's-head shadowing their song.
These Flemish lovers flourish;not for long.
Yet desolation, stalled in paint, spares the little country
Foolish, delicate, in the lower right hand corner

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« Reactie #157 Gepost op: 6-03-2004, 21:34:29 »
Ballad: Phrenology  - WS Gilbert
   
 
  "COME, collar this bad man -
Around the throat he knotted me
Till I to choke began -
In point of fact, garotted me!"

So spake SIR HERBERT WRITE
To JAMES, Policeman Thirty-two -
All ruffled with his fight
SIR HERBERT was, and dirty too.

Policeman nothing said
(Though he had much to say on it),
But from the bad man's head
He took the cap that lay on it.

"No, great SIR HERBERT WHITE -
Impossible to take him up.
This man is honest quite -
Wherever did you rake him up?

"For Burglars, Thieves, and Co.,
Indeed, I'm no apologist,
But I, some years ago,
Assisted a Phrenologist.

"Observe his various bumps,
His head as I uncover it:
His morals lie in lumps
All round about and over it."

"Now take him," said SIR WHITE,
"Or you will soon be rueing it;
Bless me! I must be right, -
I caught the fellow doing it!"

Policeman calmly smiled,
"Indeed you are mistaken, sir,
You're agitated - riled -
And very badly shaken, sir.

"Sit down, and I'll explain
My system of Phrenology,
A second, please, remain" -
(A second is horology).

Policeman left his beat -
(The Bart., no longer furious,
Sat down upon a seat,
Observing, "This is curious!")

"Oh, surely, here are signs
Should soften your rigidity:
This gentleman combines
Politeness with timidity.

"Of Shyness here's a lump -
A hole for Animosity -
And like my fist his bump
Of Impecuniosity.

"Just here the bump appears
Of Innocent Hilarity,
And just behind his ears
Are Faith, and Hope, and Charity.

He of true Christian ways
As bright example sent us is -
This maxim he obeys,
'SORTE TUA CONTENTUS SIS.'

"There, let him go his ways,
He needs no stern admonishing."
The Bart., in blank amaze,
Exclaimed, "This is astonishing!

"I MUST have made a mull,
This matter I've been blind in it:
Examine, please, MY skull,
And tell me what you find in it."

That Crusher looked, and said,
With unimpaired urbanity,
"SIR HERBERT, you've a head
That teems with inhumanity.

"Here's Murder, Envy, Strife
(Propensity to kill any),
And Lies as large as life,
And heaps of Social Villany.

"Here's Love of Brand-New Clothes,
Embezzling - Arson - Deism -
A taste for Slang and Oaths,
And Fraudulent Trusteeism.

"Here's Love of Groundless Charge -
Here's Malice, too, and Trickery,
Unusually large
Your bump of Pocket-Pickery - "

"Stop!" said the Bart., "my cup
Is full - I'm worse than him in all;
Policeman, take me up -
No doubt I am some criminal!"

That Pleeceman's scorn grew large
(Phrenology had nettled it),
He took that Bart. in charge -
I don't know how they settled it.


 
Entangled in temptation, seduction aims to embrace you

Offline lebon simon

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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #158 Gepost op: 27-03-2004, 17:29:26 »
Vampirella

Je sprak me zachtjes aan
Geen woord kon ik verstaan
Verstoord kwam ik naderbij
Je sprak opnieuw, je zei

In een bieb fluister je toch
Kom wat dichterbij
Ik heb jou zo lang gezocht
en nu ben jij van mij

De kus die jij toen gaf
Die blijft mij eeuwig bij
Zelfs voorbij het graf
Die kus is nu van mij

Stanislaus Jaworski

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Re: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!
« Reactie #159 Gepost op: 12-05-2004, 22:57:15 »
Listen... - Ogden Nash
 

There is a knocking in the skull,
An endless silent shout
Of something beating on a wall,
And crying, “Let me out!”
That solitary prisoner
Will never hear reply.
No comrade in eternity
Can hear the frantic cry.
No heart can share the terror
That haunts his monstrous dark.
The light that filters through the chinks
No other eye can mark.
When flesh is linked with eager flesh,
And words run warm and full,
I think that he is loneliest then,
The captive in the skull.
Caught in a mesh of living veins,
In cell of padded bone,
He loneliest is when he pretends
That he is not alone.
We’d free the incarcerate race of man
That such a doom endures
Could only you unlock my skull,
Or I creep into yours.

Entangled in temptation, seduction aims to embrace you