Raymond's Ghost Poetry Page

[Ghostwriter1983]

The Ghost Of Nona Heaster Shue!

In Greenbrier, West Virginia, a
plaque outside the cemetery
Tells of a beautiful woman that
was killed by her husband

Her neck was broken, snapped
by his huge hands as he laughed
In 1897, no one was the wiser
believing it was a natural death

But Nona could not rest and she
was seen by many people
Walking among the headstones
as she cried in anguish

Years later, so many people saw Nona
that some would visit the cemetery
Each one with the hope of helping her
including her mother Sarah

One Day while at Nona's Grave, Sarah
was reading Nona's favorite poems
When Nona appeared and spoke to her
mother pleading for her help

She explained how she was murdered
saying things only the killer knew
Sarah went to the police station years
later and an autopsy was performed

It was discovered that her neck had
been broken by very strong hands
After much investigation and confession
her husband was found guilty

To this day it is said by the town folks
that if sit still in the cemetery at night
That you might see Nona, as she walks
in the moonlight, her dress flowing softly

© 2003 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

[Ghostwriter1983]

The Gentleman In My Den!

There is a ghost that lingers
in this old house I bought
I can't say that he haunts it
for he's done no wrong

His presence and spirit is
felt most in this den
It was during his time his
private library I am told

He is a distinguished gent
with gold rimmed glasses
Carrying a pocket watch
on a chain to his vest

I like to write my poetry in
this den as I think of him
When it comes to writing
ghost poems, I always smile

He has never spoken to me
in the time I've lived here
He does not frighten me and
I want him to feel welcome

I do see his smile begin to grow
when he catches me glance
As I see him browsing through
the poems I've finished writing

© 2002 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

[Ghostwriter1983]

The Full Moon Rises Again!

The full moon is rising again
peering through my curtain
She will come for me as before
but she cannot enter

The doors, the windows, each
has a crucifix and garlic
I cannot surrender my blood
to be one of the undead

Haunting the forest each night
as the lone wolf howls
Seeking its mate to love and kill
all that becomes its prey

I dare not answer the knock, I dare
not look into her deep blue eyes
Eyes that plead for me to take away
what keeps her fangs from my neck

I cannot flee to the village, nor be
caught on the winding road at dusk
For she will take flight and over take
me, as my screams are silenced

But a vampire will have no mercy for
my blood will be her nourishment
By daylight I will lie in darkness next
to her, as my fangs begin to grow

© 2003 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

[Ghostwriter1983]

The Car In The Ditch!

As I made my way down the
dark mountain highway
My headlights spotted a
small car in the ditch

The tail lights were blinking
so I pulled over to help
Not too many cars pass by
this late at night

If someone was injured I
had a Cell-Phone in my car
I stepped out and felt the
cold winds chill me

A storm was approaching
as I ran to the car
I found no one in the vehicle
which meant 1 of 2 things

Either they left on foot down
the mountain, ahead of me
Or maybe someone had already
stopped and picked them up

It was that moment when I heard
the howl of a wolf
It was a mournful sound to me and
I turned to walk back to my car

When out of nowhere she appeared
caught in the glare of my flashlight
A stunningly beautiful blonde haired
woman with ruby red lips

Then I saw her protruding fangs and
her eyes as they glowed red
She coyly said in a seductive voice
“You can't escape me, come to me”

© 2003 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

[Ghostwriter1983]

The Angel And The Lighthouse!

At the tip of Anchor Point
in the State of Alaska
Is a small cottage and a
very old lighthouse

I found it quite by accident
as I followed an old road
I have always liked the idea
and mystery of a lighthouse

I walked around the lighthouse
but did not go inside
The door was heavy fir and had
a heavy padlock on it

The cottage was added onto the
lighthouse sometime later
There was also a large garden
area, overgrown with weeds

There was a well worn path from
the cottage to a small cemetery
I saw four small headstones of
which one, was much smaller

I took in a deep breath for I knew
that it was for a small child
Alaska is a harsh land and takes a
life away without mercy

The child's name was Samantha
and as I spoke her name
I heard the branches of the trees
rustle in the gentle breeze

I could only imagine what she must
have looked out here in the woods
Why or how she died was unimportant
but the loss was to me

How her parents must have grieved
I'm sure in heaven she's an angel
I wondered if she ever came back to
earth, to this beautiful place?

As I stood by the shore and cast out
my line to catch some trout
I heard the distinct laughter of a child
and the skipping of stones splash

As I turned in that direction to see
who was there, I stared in awe
There was little Samantha and she had
angels wings looking to heaven smiling

© 2002 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

[Ghostwriter1983]

The Apparition!

I was headed home down highway
302 as the sun was setting
Though it was still daylight, the edge
of the forest became darker

Few cars were on the road and I
figured most were eating dinner
I turned up Ronnie Milsap's song
"There's no getting over me"

When all of a sudden something
caught my eye off to my right
Instinctively, I glanced over and
that's when I hit the brakes hard!

There, just off the road, standing
I saw the apparition
Cloaked in the shadows of darkness
yet I clearly could see through it

I couldn't see his feet, nor his face
as chills went up and down my back
Sweat was running down my face
and I began to feel very sleepy

I shook my head and looked again
as the apparition shook its head no
Then it pointed down the road in
the direction I was traveling

Was it a warning, an omen of danger
waiting for me further down the road?
As I tried to figure out whether I should
drive or stay, I heard it

I could hear the squeal of burning tires
as the red Chevelle rounded the curve
Unable to stay in control, he swerved
into the lane I would've been in

He pulled back into his lane just in time
narrowly hitting me head-on
He had an evil look in his eyes, a fiery
red glow, as he raced past me

I was shaking, as I gripped my steering
wheel, and looked back at the ghost
He, or perhaps she, nodded yes, and pointed
a finger, waving me on before disappearing

© 2003 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

[Ghostwriter1983]

Not A Footprint Was Seen!

Nearly a foot of snow had fallen
and as I headed home
I passed by the old Mcintyre home
vacant since his death

It had that Victorian New England
touch which had I always liked
Mr. Mcintyre had been a baker
and everyone missed him

He was more than a neighbor
he knew everyone's name
His delicious pastries and rolls
drew folks near and far

When he died, people came from
all over the county
It seems like a long time ago, but
it's only been four years

I trudged through the snow, in my
knee high boots, and stopped
The aroma of fresh baked bread
filled all my senses

I felt chills up and down my spine
because the meter box was gone
There was no power to his house
yet the smell was unmistakable

There were no foot prints to his
house but there at the window
Peering at me with a loaf of bread
in his hand was Mr. Mcintyre

© 2003 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

[Ghostwriter1983]

The Angel And The Lighthouse!

At the tip of Anchor Point
in the State of Alaska
Is a small cottage and a
very old lighthouse

I found it quite by accident
as I followed an old road
I have always liked the idea
and mystery of a lighthouse

I walked around the lighthouse
but did not go inside
The door was heavy fir and had
a heavy padlock on it

The cottage was added onto the
lighthouse sometime later
There was also a large garden
area, overgrown with weeds

There was a well worn path from
the cottage to a small cemetery
I saw four small headstones of
which one, was much smaller

I took in a deep breath for I knew
that it was for a small child
Alaska is a harsh land and takes a
life away without mercy

The child's name was Samantha
and as I spoke her name
I heard the branches of the trees
rustle in the gentle breeze

I could only imagine what she must
have looked out here in the woods
Why or how she died was unimportant
but the loss was to me

How her parents must have grieved
I'm sure in heaven she's an angel
I wondered if she ever came back to
earth, to this beautiful place?

As I stood by the shore and cast out
my line to catch some trout
I heard the distinct laughter of a child
and the skipping of stones splash

As I turned in that direction to see
who was there, I stared in awe
There was little Samantha and she had
angels wings looking to heaven smiling

© 2002 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

[Ghostwriter1983]

No One Knows I'm Here!

I was murdered in this house many
years ago, and I continue to cry
I cry as only a child can cry because
momma doesn’t know I am here

I was only eight years old when the
man grabbed me from the brush
He picked me up and carried me with
his dirty hand over my mouth

He had red hair, a long scar on his
left cheek and he smelled like oil
Like he worked on in an auto shop
and he had calluses on his hands

His green eyes had laughter in them
as I cried and tried to get away
He stuttered as he talked to me while
he taped my mouth, hands and feet

He brought me to this old house and
then he left me here for days
He never brought me food or water
and I felt terrified momma

On the third day he finally came back
and in his hand was a chain
He told me that I was Satan’s child and
He had a message from God!

Then he smiled and began to beat me
with his chain and wouldn’t stop
Then, I couldn’t feel the pain anymore
and for that, I was glad

He stayed for a while momma, and he
talked to me in a low whisper
Then he buried me under this old house
and I have been waiting and waiting

But no one ever comes, they never look
under this house and I wish they would
I miss you momma so much and wish I
could hear you whisper you love me

© 2003 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

[Ghostwriter1983]

Lost Souls!

I walked a well worn foot path
winding through the woods
As the sun rose high above me
I stopped near a quiet pond

I sat down on a bench, its wood
was made of oak so smooth
And I wondered how many others
had also stopped for a rest?

That’s when I heard the sounds of
a small child crying near-by
I walked over to where she sat on
the green grass, a child of just 7

To my surprise she looked up and
in a shy voice she spoke to me
“No one has come by for so long
and I am alone and scared”

I smiled down to her and offered
her my hand as I answered
“There’s no need to be afraid little
one, I know the way”

She wiped her eyes and smiled as
she stood and took my hand
I told her I knew the way to Heaven
and that she could walk with me

© 2002 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

[Ghostwriter1983]

In The Still Of The Night

When I bought this old farmhouse
four years ago, I forgot something
Some distance to the west was a small
fenced white picket fence cemetery

At that time it was overgrown with all
sorts of brush, grass and berry vines
With so much other work to do, I guess
I just hadn’t paid any attention

But eventually, I did get around to work
at clearing away the brambles
When my work was finished, I kneeled
and felt my tears begin to fall

I had raked away all the grass and limbs
and saw the small cemetery cross
On the ground was a concrete plaque and
I brushed away the debris and read

“Here rests our small daughter Martha
born on the 8th of June, 1933
God loaned her to us for just over three
years, calling her home, May 25, 1936

For reasons we can’t explain, we have
heard her crying on quiet nights
As if she were still here, perhaps she
lost her way to be with Jesus?

To whoever resides in this house, please
care for this plot and God willing
Maybe, just maybe you will hear on a
still night, "our little Martha”

© 2003 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

[Ghostwriter1983]

Immortality!

Come run with me my love
and I will show you things
Things you've never dreamed
could be possible

In your world, you are limited
to that which is mortal
Such a short existence with
which to live you know

In the darkness of my world
for eternity I can exist
I can change my shape at will
I can fly high above the earth

Or I can run through the forest
as a wolf taking what I want
Do I offer you so little that you
will not offer me your neck?

On the night when the moon is
full and you hear the wolf howl
Meet me by the old oak tree by
the bridge and we'll make love

© 2002 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

[Ghostwriter1983]

I Will Always Sail These Seas!

It was a fine ship I captained
a crew of 117 men and boys
The high seas we sailed in all
manner of weather and waves

Making port-o-call now and then
to buy or trade for goods
Replenishing stores and water and
casting off our lines again

Always watchful and wary of pirates
who brought cannon's to bear
Sometimes God's breath was in our
sails, but not that day

Fear and desperation seen in men's
eyes as the distance closed
Aye, t'was a matter of ill luck the
afternoon we be boarded

Helpless against blood thirsty cutthroats
ruthless and murderous they were
On that fateful day, I watched as they
sliced our throats as we screamed

The waters turned red with blood as
the sharks began to circle
As those on board laughed as we were
pulled beneath the waves

Hear ye, all sea faring men who took
it for granted that we'd make port
Nay, I am still the captain of this ghost
ship, doomed to sail these seas forever

© 2002 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

[Ghostwriter1983]

I Used To Be A Day Walker!

I used to be a day walker before
I met my true love
I don't regret a moment other
then so many years wasted

I sat on the hill under the light
of the full moon and smiled
For tonight you and I will feed
on yet another human

We watch with amusement as
they scurry thru alley ways
Day walker's, they live such a
short life, as they try to scream

Gripping them tightly as I take
that which is now mine
My mate's eyes turn to the moon
as she begins to howl

Our kind will always be hunted
we never stay in one place long
I accept my destiny as a vampire
as we begin the hunt

© 2003 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

[Ghostwriter1983]

I Saw Her In The Graveyard!

It was 6 am when I was passing
by the town's cemetery
It was almost daylight and every
time I rode past, I was scared

When the wind blew, shadows I
would see, sending shivers
When branches moved, I swear
I would see ghosts, monsters

So, I always peddled as fast as
I could, trying not to look
But this morning would be like
no other morning for me

I heard a man scream, and as I
looked at cemetery, I saw her
I saw the ghostly woman, fleeing
a dead man by a headstone

There was a knife stuck in his chest
as I heard the ghost speak to me
"Please don't go, please!!!! Let me
explain what happened"

But I was already pee’d my pants
as I threw down my bag of paper
I quit my paper route that morning
never to go by the cemetery again

© 2002 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)