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Wednesday Whispers

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Wednesday Whispers

Wednesday Whispers

Wednesday Whispers

Wednesday Whispers

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Wednesday Whispers

Insomnia Ad Nauseum

here i am 
again
losing sleep
worry my
companion
reading 
news of
tragedy 
in a vain
attempt 
to grow so 
exhausted
that i 
drop off
when 
prayer
should be 
my only 
friend

August 17, 2015

Wednesday Whispers

Nocturnal Duo

The coon is in my mind,
a shadow revealed by the porch light,
turning in circles in the backyard,
licking each blade of grass.

Is this behavior normal?
Is the creature sick?
Does it know that another masked insomniac
seeks something here?
Will it accept food from my hand if
I step from these walls into the night?

The visitor disappears and I am
reluctant to cut the light.

Will there be a second coming, a revelation of the wild?
I, awake with the questions, keep watch through the window,
feeling so much like an orphaned child.

<<<<<<*>>>>>>

In the morning the walnut tree has grown a different nut.
The neighbor dog has treed the coon.
They sit on limb and root
heads down in saddened state,
neither happy with this stalemate.
I open the door to join the inaction.

I seek some distraction.
The dog finds its own, rushing off for its morning dig
in the compost heap.

My nocturnal companion sees its chance,
moves headfirst down the trunk and
scampers off to sleep.

March 13, 2006, Rolling Ridge

Wednesday Whispers

Fearing Figments

everything is so soft
it seems as if you are floating
like a feather
lying on the air

the darkness rises slowly
you see a room before you
thinly lit with moonlight
a form materializes
out of the darkness

it is pale
pale as a ghost
a ghost!

you freeze
sweat dripping
down your face
you close your eyes

something soft touches your shoulder

you jump

you are falling
falling
falling

bump!

you hit something hard
your bedroom floor
you rebuke yourself

scared of your own pillow
and a shirt thrown over a chair

From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”

Wednesday Whispers

Wednesday Whispers

Mist

a lake

filled with fish shadows
swimming in dark depths
across a bottom covered with
green creeping algae

weeping willows press close
moss hangs from branches 
looming over the water
where the wet roots of the trees 
grip fungus covered rocks
 
a mist slowly rises pale and thick
from the glistening surface
forms appear and vanish within
weaving to and fro like ghosts
swimming up into the night sky

a white blanket spreads slowly
over the sleeping countryside
swirling around houses
and slipping into chimneys
across the silent hearthstones
until the rising sun
burns it away
 
 From the collection "Words at 16 (1983)" - edited June 2026

Poe M

I had a lovely chat with Mr. Poe.
The Tell-Tale Heart is dead you know.
Twas in a gutter where he lay,
De Grave is the special of the day,
and Sylvia's supper is silence-fraught,
'neath airless glass forever caught,
while Emily's friends assist her decay.
Did I hear a fly buzz when a chariot
rolled away?

Here, death comes to the so-called gifted too,
with shriveled face and a pompous hairdo
to hand out the awards with a toothy grin.
She gives me one more honorable mention,
old as the hills with the hand of a child,
scribbles on a page, satisfied smile, 
simple-minded pupils, but they'll catch her gaze,
feasting on the tutor's highly-seasoned praise.

I leave with a bitter taste on my tongue, 
my thoughts on writers who died too young, 
and fossils mumbling weird poetry, 
leaving no room at the table for me.

The soup's rather tasteless, though I am sure it is wet. 
Pardon me, but I've already 'et, 
and I've had my fill of "no" and "not yet,"
So I won't be ordering from your menu, 
thou Poet Laureate.

June 1988 (rewritten June 2026)

Wednesday Whispers

Thank you to Doug Gibson of Plan 9 Crunch for reading from my collection of Gothic verse.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gd7VYORntGA
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Our Soul’s Shelf Life

Our Soul’s Shelf Life
by Stewart Stafford

Become the Devil’s bedmate,
As sabbath witches burnt before,
Hear serpentine vacant promises,
Kiss his ring at the soulless door.

Warned of the bloody nib, you signed
The infernal contract, no appeal,
Notarised by Mephistopheles,
The cherry high of a rotten deal.

In death’s cold cowl, clarity comes,
The swaying gibbet reveals itself,
Another fool tempted between sheets,
A Southern-fried soul on the shelf.

© 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

Wednesday Whispers

A review of my collection of Gothic verse.
https://planninecrunch.blogspot.com/2026/04/in-ghost-hours-captures-in-poems.html?fbclid=IwY2xjawR4pZJleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyAAEeKPZ4FJbXAOvqdWbN6PE7Fu6BOtde7OfzlnUsoOOX2CGTN6e-TimJLKVZrwI_aem_b5Cw8GTzGRyuIPpnYbODbQ
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You can read 'Time’s Chalice', a poem from my book 'In The Ghost Hours', in the online Edge of Humanity Magazine.
https://edgeofhumanity.com/2026/05/09/edge-of-humanity-magazinepoetry-anthology-april-2026-%c2%b7-c/

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If you would like to read a free PDF of my new book of Gothic poetry, In The Ghost Hours, in exchange for an Amazon review, please DM me.
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The Old Forgotten Cemetery, from my new book of Gothic verse, In The Ghost Hours. Paperback and Kindle on Amazon: www.amazon.com/dp/B0GX3KLP1C
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'Pon the Stair, a ghostly poem from my new book of Gothic verse, In The Ghost Hours. Paperback and Kindle on Amazon: www.amazon.com/dp/B0GX3KLP1C

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From my new book of Gothic verse, In The Ghost Hours. Available in paperback and Kindle on Amazon.
Amazon.com: www.amazon.com/dp/B0GX3KLP1C
Amazon.co.uk: www.amazon.co.uk/Ghost-Hours-Gothic-Poetry-Supernatural/dp/B0GX78KC96
Amazon.co.jp: www.amazon.co.jp/-/en/Ghost-Hours-Gothic-Poetry-Supernatural/dp/B0GX78KC96

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My new book, In The Ghost Hours, a collection of Gothic verse exploring death 'in all its horror and beauty' is available in paperback and Kindle from all Amazon marketplaces: amazn.so/wzrMXqK

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Cada noche lloraba en el filo del bosque.
Nadie parecía escucharla.
Hasta que alguien decidió acercarse.

🌒 Un fragmento de DeOniros
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https://eldescansodelonironauta.com/2026/03/08/el-filo-del-bosque/

Dead Lands #Horrors
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Crooked Man
A poor man trapped in the Dead Lands with only demons for company.

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Gothic Poems to Love & Liberty: A Collection of Poems on Myths & Broken Hearts

Available Now: https://a.co/d/5NYp3yQ

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Lately I
Understand whispers of the heart,
Very happy to see
You again in this
Outrageous world.
Underneath the stars,
Still feeling you deeply and all the
Soulful nights alone together
Remembering I love you now more than ever

Original poem by Crissy Tish Addams (who really should be sleeping now) while listening to Daft Punk's "Digital Love" :blobcat_coffee: Zzz

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💸🖤 Ledger of the Lost — where worth is tallied, but never whole.
This digital download pairs Kiana Jimenez’s poem Self-Worth with Dave White’s illustration Sell Yourself. A haunting meditation on value, identity, and what is lost in the ledger of survival. #LedgerOfTheLost #PoeticBipolarMind #KianaJimenez #DaveWhiteIllustrations #PoetryAndArt #DigitalDownload #GothicPoetry #SymbolicArt #Commodification #EmotiveFusionArt

https://poeticbipolarmind.blog/product/ledger-of-the-lost/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=jetpack_social

🌅✨ Eternity at Dusk — where twilight lingers and love becomes forever.
This digital download pairs Kiana Jimenez’s poem Sunset Love with Dave White’s Serenity. A luminous meditation on devotion beyond time. #EternityAtDusk #PoeticBipolarMind #KianaJimenez #DaveWhiteIllustrations #PoetryAndArt #DigitalDownload #RomanticPoetry #GothicPoetry #TwilightLove #ArtFusion #EmotiveFusionArt

https://poeticbipolarmind.blog/product/eternity-at-dusk/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=jetpack_social

💔 Fractured Pieces is a raw confession of pain, expectations, and the longing to be whole. 🌑✨#PoeticBipolarMind #FracturedPieces #PoetryOfPain #EmotiveFusionArt #BrokenButBeautiful #HealingThroughWords #GothicPoetry #PoetryCommunity #MentalHealthAwareness #ResilientSouls

https://poeticbipolarmind.blog/fractured-pieces/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=jetpack_social

⏳🕯 The Hourglass Covenant — where time binds what death cannot sever.
This digital download pairs Kiana Jimenez’s Damned Souls with Dave White’s Forgotten Soul. A gothic requiem of eternal love and memory. #TheHourglassCovenant #PoeticBipolarMind #KianaJimenez #DaveWhiteIllustrations #PoetryAndArt #DigitalDownload #GothicPoetry #EternalLove #SpectralArt #GothicIllustration #EmotiveFusionArt

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💔✨ The Heart’s Mosaic — where love shatters but beauty remains.
This digital download pairs Kiana Jimenez’s poem Blind Love with Dave White’s illustration Pieces, revealing the resilience hidden in heartbreak. 🌹#TheHeartsMosaic #PoeticBipolarMind #KianaJimenez #DaveWhiteIllustrations #PoetryAndArt #DigitalDownload #GothicPoetry #HeartbreakArt #ResiliencePoem #ArtFusion #EmotiveFusionArt

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🌿🌑 The Willow’s Lament — sorrow drapes like branches, yet hope flickers in the shade.
This digital download pairs Kiana Jimenez’s poem Binds with Dave White’s evocative Willow. A haunting fusion of poetry and art. ✨ #TheWillowsLament #PoeticBipolarMind #KianaJimenez #DaveWhiteIllustrations #PoetryAndArt #DigitalDownload #GothicPoetry #ResilienceArt #SymbolicArt #GothicLiterature #EmotiveFusionArt

https://poeticbipolarmind.blog/product/the-willows-lament/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=jetpack_social

🎨🌑 The Silence Before Color — a digital pairing of poetry & art.
Kiana Jimenez’s poem Blank Canvas and Dave White’s illustration capture the fragile moment when emptiness holds the weight of possibility.
✨ Available now as a digital download. #TheSilenceBeforeColor #PoeticBipolarMind #BlankCanvas #KianaJimenez #DaveWhiteIllustrations #PoetryAndArt #DigitalDownload #GothicPoetry #ArtFusion #CreativeProcess

https://poeticbipolarmind.blog/product/the-silence-before-color/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=jetpack_social

A black rose blooms in solitude—feared, untouched, yet breathtaking in its uniqueness. 🌹✨
Sometimes, the most beautiful souls are the ones standing alone, waiting for someone who sees beyond the thorns.
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https://poeticbipolarmind.blog/black-rose/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=jetpack_social

🖤 Whispers in the Gloom 🖤
Shadows linger, ghosts whisper… will you dare listen?

Read the full poem ➤ https://hauntings2.wordpress.com/2025/09/10/whispers-in-the-gloom/

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#GothicAdvent Day 7:
The darkness grows longer by the day, the sunlight shrinks by the hour — we slip deeper into the fallow season by the moment. Listen closely my friends, hear the whispers of those melancholic old songs that still tickle the backs of our minds. In the deepest recesses they declare, “Beware, for The Nobody may pay you a visit. He comes on frosty nights from the Somewhen and depending on his whim he may whisper good or evil in your ear.”

Neither candle nor warmth will appease him,
Or so the old people sing,
A law unto himself is the call to the night,
He’s a fickle and complex thing.

The best we can do on nights like these,
Is to wish the sweetest of dreams,
Upon our loved ones and hope that he leaves,
Us out of his twilight schemes.

God bless and say your prayers b’fore sleep,
Kiss the cheeks and foreheads too,
And hope that the Nobody stays away tonight,
Just beg he’s not coming for you!

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Poetry, the Gothic kind this time!

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