Ghost

Kevin Michael Bloor

Back in my youth I saw a ghost,
or what men always call a ghost.
The cynics scoffed; the simple sighed:
"Maybe it's 'cause his father died?"

Some said, “it’s that damn Ouija board
and all that singing, "praise the Lord."
"A demon spirit," cousin said,
"That's not the soul of someone dead!"

My girlfriend saw the phantom too;
was then her folks said, "Yes it's true!
It must be real, she's in a state;
we wondered why she'd come home late."

Back in my youth I did not boast:
“Hey everyone, I’ve seen a ghost!”
I knew they’d call me daft or cracked,
but nonetheless it is a fact!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 30th, 2021 04:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: John Milton: "Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep."
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 29
  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments4

  • Accidental Poet

    I'll not call you daft or cracked, I'll call you fortunate as I myself do believe in ghosts, Angels and I might even go as far to say that Bigfoot exists. Excellent write Kevin. 👍

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Thanks AP. Yeah, I saw the 'ghost' over a period of weeks. Me and my girlfriend had just become Christians, and thinking back on it now - many years later - It had to have something to do with us entering that new spiritual world as believers. Thanks again for reading.

      • Accidental Poet

        My pleasure Kevin.

      • Lorna

        Nice whimsy although I think I do believe in them....

        • Kevin Michael Bloor

          Thanks Lorna. John Milton: "Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
          Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep"

        • L. B. Mek

          an intriguing read, wonderfully penned
          as always
          thanks for sharing, dear Poet

        • Goldfinch60

          There is certainly something unexplainable in our world where we see those who have moved into the Spirit World.

          Andy



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