The Decomposed repose
by Frederick Cook

Here I stand, a man been slain,
A weary ghost of lewd disdain,
A struggle for those men to hear,
Without them fleeing in their fear.
But now I've learned to come to terms,
That I'm still of use as food for worms,
And as my mortal skins decay,
Flesh from bone will pull away.
My bloated stomach filled with gas,
Shall tear apart my rotting mass,
My spirit still shall walk the plains,
Further from my long remains.
Now I scare those to amuse,
Temptation none could ill refuse,
To lift and throw to scare them all,
To moan and groan and chase afar,
To cause what men think is bizarre.

Cast
by Frederick Cook

Within' our love a star is born,
Cast down and falling as Lux Ferre,
A love to make the heavens mourn,
Which mortals sit there unaware.
The mountains crash and seas stir wild,
When my heart races as we embrace,
A love which books have spoke reviled,
A thing no angel or man shall erase.
You are all to me, my earth and moon,
My love and tenderness for you alone,
For you I'd face the great platoon,
From their corpses, I'd build for you a throne.
Let what we cast that sacred night,
Be done and done time and time again,
Forever let us both delight,
In a love nothing can profane.

Haunting Schmaunting
by Frederick Cook

In a task that grows so daunting,
House to house to find a haunting,
Then a man walked through the door,
And shouted I can take no more.
A burly man that stood upright,
Had shouted I can't sleep at night,
I smiled and diagnosed him ill,
But what he had there was no pill.
He shouted there's a ghost inside,
The house in which he did reside,
I followed him back to his dwelling,
And what I'd seen there's no foretelling.
Inside we talked the large man trembled,
His wits and nerves were disassembled,
An idiot he felt replete,
When he had seen it was a sheet.

My heart (Haiku)
by Frederick Cook

Closed to all but one,
My beautiful queen of night,
To you I pledge this.