Tag Archives: ghosts

Armchair

A room bare
Save for an ancient armchair
Where old newspapers encircle
That which was once there.

The above poem was inspired by a true story, related to me by my colleague Chris.

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This Morning Whilst Eating Toast

This morning whilst eating toast
I was joined by a rude ghost.
When I said, “I didn’t invite you!”,
He replied, “that’s perfectly true,
But I’m extremely fond of toast!”.

This morning whilst eating toast
I was joined by a rude ghost.
When I said, “I didn’t invite you!”,
He replied, “that’s perfectly true,
But I’ve come to read your post!”.

Ghosts

As ghosts we pass,
Brittle as glass.
Nothing lasts.

(“Ghosts” can be found in “Dalliance; A Collection of Poetry and Prose”, which is available in the Amazon Kindle store and can be found here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00QQVJC7E/.

As I Walk Through the Graveyard on Halloween

As I walk through the graveyard on Halloween
I shall think on how witches and ghouls
Are only by fools
Seen.

The learned well understand
That there is no ghostly hand
To their progress stop
As they pass the graveyard plot.
Yet I shall quicken my pace
Just in case …

There Was A Young Lady Called Anna

There was a young lady called Anna
Who lived in a haunted manor.
A ghost named White
Sang at night
In a most delightful manner …!

There was a young lady called Anna
Who lived in a haunted manor.
A ghost named Ria
Filled her with fear
So she left that haunted manor!

There Was A Young Lady Called White

There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the depths of the gloom
I received a terrible fright!

There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the depths of the gloom
I said”please, turn on the light!”.

There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the December gloom
I said “is that you, Miss White?”

There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
My good friend Jane
Does maintain
That she haunts her house at night!

There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
The drink making me brave
I slept on her grave
But I didn’t see Miss White!