Goblins and ghouls, we are.
Behind the paint,
Beneath the scars.
We tread the night,
So fright the stars, we must.
For an ode to monsters,
A worthy trust.
Copyright © Thong Tran
a moonlit stroll - -
ladies in underwear
wave from windows
tea in a café - -
the smell of coffee and
tourists yawn - -
customs men search a coach
written 21st April for Elly’s contest
wish I'd been permitted to write about the beautiful tulips, windmills and cheese, LOL
Copyright © jack horne
It’s that time of year again...
When family and friends gather together..
To share and give thanks for all that they treasure..
The young and the old, the tall and the small..
The Vegans and the Carnivores, come one come all...
There are dishes of tradition, like Turkey and stuffing..
Mashed potatoes, gravy, and cranberry muffins..
Green Bean casserole, and corn soufflé...
Are just some of the dishes of the day....
And of course a relish tray to take off the edge...
With that awesome Spinach dip in Pumpernickel bread...
So many desserts at this time of year...
But the favorite of all , synonymous of the Fall..
Is that Jack’O ‘Lantern, orange Gourd.....
known as Pumpkin Pie...
As the children play a game of touch football...
Something that is 24-7 on this day in Fall..
As Grandpa sits in the afternoon sun...
Remembering back ..when he was young...
Then the words of “ Let’s eat “ fills the air...
And everyone sits down in their chair..
Who wants the first slice ? Dark meat or White ?
Grandpa asks...then proceeds to take the first bite..
Everyone fills their plate, till it can’t hold no more...
Yet some go back, for more and more....
Finally everyone is full...can’t eat another bite..
Till the smell of fresh coffee brings on a plight...
Aahh dessert ..and the best part of all....
“ PUMPKIN PIE “ !!!! ....It appears was a "Majority Call"...
This is “ my “ favorite time of the year....
When you mention "MY" name, everyone gives a cheer !!!
So without further adieu ...Grandpa picks up the knife...
As I am the “ MAJORITY CALL “ and receive the first slice....
Copyright © kj force
I am like a snowflake.
There's no one just like me.
I came into your life as sparkling as can be.
I shimmer and I shine,
reflecting all your care.
A smile upon my face,
I am a child so rare.
There's no one just like me.
I am full of all things new.
There will never be another
who loves you like I do.
My gift to you this season,
unique upon the earth,
my smile...and love so special.
A treasure of great worth.
Copyright © Deborah Sutherland
Marsh mellow peeps
a wonderful treat.
Yellow pink or blue
all of them stick like glue
on easter , christmas or even halloween
I like peeps and pass on jelly beans .
Some have said they can cure the common cold
others say it reminds them of yellow slime mold
what can I say ?
it doesnt matter to me either way
but personally my favorite type is
the ones you put in the microwave oven
and watch as they bubble, pop and fizz
Copyright © rebecca travis
The 31st day of the 10th month
How many of you have a hunch?
It is quite an odd day for young and old
However truth may be told
The children play throughout the day
Then by night give quite a fright
In these costumes dark and light
Only seen by serene moonlight…
Copyright © Ciara Aiyana Ashley-Garn
THE TABLE MOUNTAINS
To what shall I compare thee
Oh, awesome sprawling masterpiece of nature?
Is it the Sinai of Mosaic Israel
Or the pyramid of Egypt?
Welcome to the end of the world, or is it the beginning?
Where mountains wear crown of splendor
Adorned with shimmering brightness of early morn sun
When heaven’s tip kisses mountain top
With lips of nature in her most pristine, undiluted self
With runaway innocence beyond the earth reproach and corruption
Graceful, bold and gigantically imposing
Its royal robe perfectly cut of
Meadows and greenery tended by the dew of the dawn
Come view the mountains in the cape
Come, and go, cleansed and cured of all impurities
Trapped in its sharp, cold and warm embrace
Come, see the Sinai
In the west of the black south
Oh! Is it burning smoke or icy cold steam
That engages the cloudy sky at the mountain top?
Or is it the blazing sun, icy steam and thickly fog in trinitary unison?
A trio in a race of space
Wow! Its dawn at sunrise
The mount stirs and time stand still
sun submerged, the steamy, smoky fogs lifted
Revealing a golden morn like the first day of creation
Come see another wonder of the world in South Africa
In the fortress expanse of Cape Town
Cape Town, here I am!
Enthralled, entranced, I am endeared!!!
Copyright © ifedayo oshin
Mommy! Mommy! See the Christmas tree
Shining brightly for the neighborhood to see?
And the logs on the fire are so sparkly.
They make me feel warm and fuzzy.
Did you know tonight is Christmas Eve?
Mommy! Mommy! Watch how the lights
Blink and glitter. They shine so bright.
Used to be I was ‘fraid of the night
But it’s too pretty to feel any fright.
Mommy, what will you open at midnight?
Mommy! Mommy! Listen. They’re singing
And there’s snowmen. And angels. And bells ringing!
I wonder if anyone will come bringing
Any music for us? Any ding-dong-dinging,
And make us happy…our skin tingling?
Mommy! Mommy! What did you say?
Oh, me? What do I want this holiday?
That’s easy. I wan’na laugh, sing and play
With you -n- Sissy. Now, can we pray
That God will send us Daddy on Christmas Day?
Copyright © Sherree Huckleberry
Happy, happy Valentine's Day
Cupid's arrow strike where it may!
Fall in love with each other
Any lady except for mother!
Get a card and dance, dance, dance
Through celebration life can enhance!
Copyright © Joshua Lacey
Happy birthday to me
Makes life so sappy
Growing old by another year
Let us all celebrate and cheer!
(Birthday is Jan 28th and turning 31!)
Copyright © Joshua Lacey
King of countless holiday tables
The turkey so golden brown.
His reign in short but succulent,
Proudly wearing his cranberry crown.
Not given human knowledge
He has no conscious fear.
Of life cut short by celebrations
On these days we hold so dear.
Now sit down with full appreciation
For a simple bird that gave his all,
And hope that he had time to procreate
So next year..more turkeys in the fall.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick