G.M. Danielson - host of The Simply Scary Podcast - performs Conrad Aiken's classic 1916 tale about a vampire preying upon a village is both poetic and terrifying. Turn Off the Lights, and Turn on the Dark.
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G.M. Danielson - host of The Simply Scary Podcast - performs Conrad Aiken's classic 1916 tale about a vampire preying upon a village is both poetic and terrifying. Turn Off the Lights, and Turn on the Dark.
brilligaustralia Published on Dec 14, 2011 Download on BANDCAMP! (http://brillig.bandcamp.com/track/the...)
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Ln Webre Published on Nov 6, 2017 Her Strong Enchantments Failing by Alfred Edward Housman Her strong enchantments failing, Her towers of fear in wreck, Her limbecks dried of poisons And the knife at her neck, The Queen of air and darkness Begins to shrill and cry, 'O young man, O my slayer, To-morrow you shall die.' O Queen of air and darkness, I think 'tis truth you say, And I shall die tomorrow; But you will die to-day. #Halloween #Halloween Poems #Poem #Poetry #Spoken Poems #Spoken Poetry #Spoken Word #Gothic #Dark #Creepy #Horror #Spooky #Scary #Alfred Edward Housman #HalloweenPoems #SpokenPoems #SpokenPoetry #SpokenWord #AlfredEdwardHousman
Pearls Of Wisdom Published on Apr 16, 2013 Mad Girl's Love Song - A poem by Sylvia Plath (1932 -- 1963) an American poet, novelist and short story writer. She was born in Boston, Massachusetts in USA. She is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry. #Halloween #Halloween Poems #Poem #Poetry #Spoken Poems #Spoken Poetry #Spoken Word #Gothic #Dark #Creepy #Sylvia Plath #Gothic Poem #HalloweenPoems #SpokenPoems #SpokenPoetry #SpokenWord #SylviaPlath #GothicPoem
Ghastly Tales Published on Sep 4, 2015 A bite-sized meditation on the vastness of time and the ephemerality of humankind, and chills of a different kind from the master of cosmic horror, H. P. Lovecraft, read by Martin Yates. #Halloween #Halloweenpoems #poem #poetry #creepy #spokenpoems #spokenpoetry #spokenword #hplovecraft
LiveCanonPoetry Published on Jun 19, 2017 Emily Dickinson's poem, performed by Roseanna Frascona for Live Canon www.livecanon.co.uk #Halloween #Halloweenpoems #poem #poetry #creepy #spokenpoems #spokenpoetry #spokenword #ghosts #funeral #emilydickinson #roseannafrascona #livecanon
NoWaterRiver Children's poets David L. Harrison and Renée M. LaTulippe perform their co-authored Halloween poem "Midnight Meeting." website: http://www.nowaterriver.com/ #Halloween #Halloweenpoems #poem #poetry #horror #spokenpoems #spokenpoetry #spokenword #ghosts #witches #vampires
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"Ballad of Duncan McLeod" by Robert McDonald Presented by Horror Palace #halloween #halloweenpoems #horror #RobertMcDonald #poem #poetry #spokenpoems #spokenpoetry
"A School Story" by M. R. James #halloweenpoems #poem #poetry #horror #spokenpoems #spokenpoetry #halloween #mrjames #ghoststory #ghost
The Apparition by John Donne #johndonne #halloween #halloweenpoems #poem #poetry, #horror #spokenpoems
Darkness - Lord Byron (Dramatized Excerpt) Excerpt from The Romantics shared for educational purposes. Orignally uploaded in 2011. Re-uploaded in 2018.
Darkness By Lord Byron (George Gordon) I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and wentâand came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation; and all hearts Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light: And they did live by watchfiresâand the thrones, The palaces of crowned kingsâthe huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd, And men were gather'd round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch: A fearful hope was all the world contain'd; Forests were set on fireâbut hour by hour They fell and fadedâand the crackling trunks Extinguish'd with a crashâand all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them; some lay down And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd; And others hurried to and fro, and fed Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up With mad disquietude on the dull sky, The pall of a past world; and then again With curses cast them down upon the dust, And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd And, terrified, did flutter on the ground, And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd And twin'd themselves among the multitude, Hissing, but stinglessâthey were slain for food. And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again: a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; All earth was but one thoughtâand that was death Immediate and inglorious; and the pang Of famine fed upon all entrailsâmen Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; The meagre by the meagre were devour'd, Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one, And he was faithful to a corse, and kept The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay, Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food, But with a piteous and perpetual moan, And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand Which answer'd not with a caressâhe died. The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two Of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies: they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things For an unholy usage; they rak'd up, And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspectsâsaw, and shriek'd, and diedâ Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose brow Famine had written Fiend. The world was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifelessâ A lump of deathâa chaos of hard clay. The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still, And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd They slept on the abyss without a surgeâ The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need Of aid from themâShe was the Universe.
An interesting version of Shakespeare's Witches Spell from Macbeth. There is only one actress playing all three witches. /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ A creepy poetry video of the three witches (or three weird sisters) from MACBETH by William Shakespeare, Act IV, Scene I. Performed by Renee LaTulippe. /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The full scene as it appears in Macbeth: Double, Double, Toil and Trouble: Annotations for the Witches' Chants (4.1.1-47) A dark cave. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Thunder. Enter the three Witches First Witch Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. Second Witch Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. Third Witch Harpier cries "'Tis time, 'tis time." First Witch Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' the charmed pot. All Double, double, toil and trouble; (10) Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Second Witch Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe (30) Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. All Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Second Witch Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. [Enter Hecate, to the other three Witches] Hecate O well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i' the gains; And now about the cauldron sing, Live elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in. [Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' etc, Hecate retires] Second Witch By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!
http://www.westernfolklife.org - Cowboy poet Jesse Smith shares a bit of fun with the 2009 Gathering audience with reciting the poem, "Three Wheeler."
Emmy Award winning profile of Cowboy Poet Baxter Black. He's a poet, a novelist, an entertainer and has a regular gig on NPR. He says he can't make up stories that are more outrageous than what really happens. You be the judge. 2008 Rocky Mountain Emmy Award winner: Arts & Entertainment Feature Segment. Writer/Producer - Jennifer McKinney, Photographer/Editor - Dan Sheffer