Best Adventurehouse Poems
The cat bowl has been frooze for a week now and the wind is howling like a banshee in the
window cracks. The thermometer reads eighteen degrees and dropping, granny says the
temperature will keep dropping; she knows the degree of pain in her joints is more severe
than ever before. I hope that the old car starts on time in the morning to get me to work and
back.
The wind was blasting like hurricane forces against the vinyl siding of our home. I hoped
others will have a safe and good night and no frozen pipes or worse. I am glad to have a roof
over my head, my family safe around me and a full belly. Everything else really doesn't
matter. Though I pray that we will have no wind damage to our home tonight on this coldest
night in history.
The night the house was buried in snow; we found a fully frozen buck close to our house and
mounted his head since he didn't need it anymore. The antlers make a good hat rack.
Yes the north wind blew harder than I have ever heard before....causing instant frost bite to
any bare skin exposed. The kind of night for snuggling and chilli or any warm beverage.
This cold night was special in a spiritual way; there was a special visitor to our door that
night and he brought a message like no other. I knew the message was for me and only me
from God Himself....
Yes I had a real awakening that night while fighting off chill bumps and cabin fever.
to be continued...
A STRANGE NOISE
A scary house is where we lived when we were small.
Strange scratches coming from inside the wall.
Getting up was dad and mom,brothers and me.
Beside our house was a great big tree.
There was strange noise that we all heard.
Mom said hush children not another word.
Dad walked out on the porch to see what he could see.
He said it was just a possum trying to get free.
Teresa Skyles
Creak ... creak.
Afraid to speak, this boy,
Who runs.
Escaping now, this house of sounds.
Whoosh, creak, clang and pop
Leaving house ... leaving block.
WICKED DEATH
Death summons people
to his house everyday.
The house of no return.
As we gnash our teeth
in pain,
The wicked palace
gates are closed.
Your road is fork in
nature
But a common goal is
achieved.
Your monopolistic
powers are great and
shadowy.
You are really inimical
and infanticide.
Your ineluctable and
infradiablenctusf is bad.
You are inhumane and
disappointing
And your actions are
also fait accompli.
I lm thirsty for the key
to your palace,
The keys hidden in the
seventh chamber of the
spirits
And enslave your
haven permanently
And eavesdrop your
conversation with the
spirit
And engulf your palace
with immortal ice.
16 Lines
3 Stanzas
Date Written: 04-12-2010
Author; KESSIE JUSTICE
AMENYO
Rebel & Patch
The Buck sparrow lurched and dived with ever constant wheeling,
and squealing loud he fluttered neath the eaves.
He knew the cat was waiting yes waiting in the ceiling,
and he squeaked and shrilled c'os he was very peeved.
You see I'd let the cats in when fumigation didn't work,
climbed a ladder took a board off from on one side,
taught two kittens how to climb up through the opening they'd walk.
To evict the tenants fluttering round inside.
For generations many of the sparrows gone and past,
the house had held their family in its keep.
But birdlice very itchy had brought the cats at last,
so the owner he'd stop scratching in his sleep.
For Rebel she slunk among the beams then suddenly she'd pounce,
or Patches in the ceiling came to play.
These kittens loved their sparrow yes every bloody ounce,
just one for breakfast really made their day.
The only way to shift the lice it was to move the bird,
for they'd hover and they'd wriggle neath the iron.
Though every hole was blocked into the house still undeterred.
These lousy birds I've put into this ryme.
by D H Johnson