Haunting Voices Poem by Paul Amrod

Haunting Voices

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Haunting voices sing softly at midnight
Beckoning the owl to hoot a mystic measure
Haunting voices whisper their hidden delight
Tempered moods are taken in with leisure.
Hear the twinkling of an impressionistic bell
Painting strokes through the early morning
A fog is flowing through the drifting dawn
Eerily mixing its coloristic hypnotic pleasures
Haunting voices have recited their warning
As we devour breakfast at the wishing well
Velvet drapes are hung in utmost candor
In royal décor and sumptuous splendor
We brush our sleepers and start to yawn
As the murky spirits say a bitter farewell
I escape this world of uncanny horror
Playing a phrase as I dance and dwell
Haunting voices sing as I’m performing
Surrounded by cobwebs in a citadel
Playing harpsichord in candlelight
Without fright as the spirits slumber
As we brave the ever mounting storm
With its darkness, lightning and thunder
Then a naked ballerina tiptoes in fashion
Springing forth with a chasse and pirouette
Asking her as she swirls with passion
If the haunting voices were here overnight.
As the fog is pierced with a sunray
This evening will remain as a silhouette.
Delicate kisses on the forehead ease the play
Riding in a fury of pure compassion
As these haunting voices will mysteriously invite
The goblins and ghouls and imps alike
To take part in a round a Russian roulette.
After the gruesome and ghastly session
Began the boredom of a commonplace day
Encompassing the processes we won’t forget
As the apparitions appear on the window pane
The haunting voices stir beneath the surface
Demanding attention and driving us insane
In a cabalistic jumble they serve the purpose
Of nonsensical disturbances quite curiously
Invading our space with their ugly curses
With belligerent annoyances so obviously
On the horizon comes a chorus of verses
Liberating with hope what we will obtain
Through belief and faith and a chasonette
We haunt these voices with a soft refrain
Hence we will purge ourselves from this agony
Lifting toward an eminent Nirvana
raising ourselves to a higher plane.

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Paul Amrod

Paul Amrod

Chateaugay, New York
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