The SidneyCarton erratic and inconsistent Poetry thread:

[SidneyCarton]

In honor of the outgoing VP, I felt the following is appropriate...

Phobos

When you feel a little scare,
You make believe that I’m not there
But I don’t think it’s on a lark,
Your flashlight’s trembling in the dark

Who’s that breathing down your neck?
Making you a nervous wreck
You can’t see me but I’m real
I’m the terror that you feel

Call me Phobos, call me fear
What you feel when madmen leer
I’m what wakes the kids at night
Causing them to shriek with fright

I’m here when the lights go out
When women scream and old men shout
When your children go to school,
To bed, or playing in the pool

The aftermath of every bomb,
I’m the chill in eerie calm
The voice of whispers, ever near
Booming in your quivering ear


The piercing stare behind your back,
The victim screaming on the rack,
The stranger in your village square
Everywhere you turn, I’m there.

I am Phobos, I am Fear.
There in all you see and hear
And that’s my shadow on the deck,
And my cold hands around your neck.

Five days folks, and the reign of terror is over!

[Fire Walk With Me]

1. Huzzah!

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear SidneyCarton!

Well, I'm glad to see your muse is working!

Very nice imagery!

Scary too...:scared:

Thank god he's soon gone from us!

:hi:

[SidneyCarton]

4. I actually wrote it a few years ago in an Creative Writing class.

It wasn't originally meant for any person in particular, but it seems to apply pretty well.

[RandomThoughts]

3. Phobos, son of Mars is greek for fear.

Thats funny, I always knew you learn no fear on Mars, did not know why, guess once you kick Phobos butt nothing else ever scares you.

Funny how you learn new stuff every day. Reading on Wiki.

I can't believe I never knew Ares was same as Mars! That is just too funny. I always thought Ares was wimmpy. LOL.