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The Haunted House
‘Room to Let’ the signage read,
and though it looked run down,
I’d found no other place to stay
since I was new in town.
When I knocked upon the door,
a voice called out, “Please enter.”
“Hello,” I answered in reply.
“I’d like to be your renter.”
A lovely woman greeted me.
She had a toothy smile.
“It’s nice to have the company.
It’s been dead here for a while.”
Outside a wicked wind blew forth.
The front door slammed with a crash.
Just as quickly every window
fell down in their sash.
“I guess a storm’s a-brewing,” I said,
covered in bone-chilling sweat.
“Let me show you to your room.”
replied the shapely tall brunette.
“Some steps here may be rotten,” she warned.
“I urge you to beware.”
Moaning fell with every step
as we climbed the creaky stairs.
The room she showed me looked quite sparse.
Inside was just one coffin.
“Please excuse the dust,” she said,
“I don’t come in here often.”
She wiped away the cobwebs
once we got inside the room.
“It really is quite cozy here.”
Then pointed out the tomb.
“If you like the chamber,
I suggest we both get started.
No other soul will bother us,
They have all departed.”
I laid inside the casket.
It was a perfect fit.
“I believe I could be comfy here,”
I hastened to admit.
“No one here will vex you,”
She signaled with a wave.
“You will find this haunted house of mine
as silent as the grave.”
“I’ll need a small deposit,” she said.
Then, bent and bit my neck.
As she sipped away I asked,
“Do you take traveler’s checks?”
“I’ll take this as collateral.”
She said after she drank.
“There’s no need for money here,
I have my own blood bank.”
August 17, 2018
Sponsor- Dear Heart
Contest- The Haunted House
Title your poem - The Haunted House
Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
Remember if its victory, and nothing less you say.
I does not have to happen right now here today.
Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
A wise man takes his time and wins, a fool rushes to his defeat.
Victory, no matter when its time is always oh so sweet.
Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
Think on this now sagely, the next time you wail and cry.
We can't change it anyway, so why should we bother to try.
Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
Like those little drops of water that makes up the deep blue sea.
It is only one human being at a time that makes up our society.
Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
Her face may be different
But her feelings the same
She laughs and she cries
And takes pride in her gains
She was sent here among us to teach us to love
As God in the heavens looks down from above
To him she's no different
His love knows no bounds
It's those here among us in cities and towns
That judge her by standard that man has imparted
But this family she's chosen will help her get started
For she's one of the children so special and few
That came here to learn the same lessons as you
That love is acceptance it must come from the heart
We all have the same purpose though not the same start
The Lord gave her life to live and embrace
And she'll do it as we do but at her own pace.
Pretty pink pansies soothe searing souls; seek them; take walks.
Offerings of friendship to another can distract depressive thoughts; open your heart.
Evoking visions of amusing moments, absorb melancholy; envision funny times.
Talk about something else, like tantalizing taste buds, instead of tumbling into misery.
Depression debilitates, destroys, discourages, and devours; design a pleasure plan.
Escape the misery; elevate merriment with music; sing and dance.
Serenity takes practice; so get started; find a serene spot in a garden; watch for sparkles.
Take time to pamper yourself; go to the spa or read a good book; relish positives.
Relax at home or sit in a mall and watch the world go by; DO NOT SHOP!
Overspending can lead to deeper depression; develop internal joys one thought at a time.
Yesterday is gone. So, forget about it. Today is a new day; make a fresh start.
Everything has a time and a season; trusting in God can help with anticipation anxiety.
Remember to grow and learn from every life experience both positive and negative.
After all, we are privileged to be on Earth where we can learn and grow, each day.
Never give up on yourself, no matter what; forgive yourself for mistakes; stay strong.
Determine to succeed at gladness; replace sad thoughts with happy ones…intentionally.
Demons can creep into one’s life; be sure to replace them with Heavenly hosts;
Enrich your soul with scripture study and silent prayers; find fellowship.
“Pretty is as pretty does,” was a common saying back in the day; see your prettiness.
Remember that raindrops refresh all living things; let some fall on your face.
Exuberantly laugh as the wetness drips onto your tongue; breathe deeply, slowly.
Sunshine follows the rain both in nature and in life. Remember, depression will pass.
Seek your own path; one that holds your happiness, stay on that path, strongly.
Individual self-worth is a way of thinking; pick positive worthy people for friends.
Overcome depression one day at a time, one thought at a time, effervescently.
Now is the time to embark on your happy future, feel better soon…lovingly.
December 9, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Fighting Depression (poems for PD)
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
This Yuletide, a pine (freshly-cut) we’re going to trim.
We’ll make it bright with lights and with our gaiety
and hang some tinsel sparkling from each limb
of this most beautiful tall Christmas tree,
for home for the holidays my family soon will be!
Some popcorn for the tree we will also string,
and cookies we will bake. Then with delight,
we’ll frost them while fun Christmas songs we sing.
It’s going to be a jolly family night
when we get started - making Christmas bright.
Dec. 15, 2021
For Winter Quintain , Poetry Contest of Francine Roberts
First I get out a piece of paper
and think of words I want to right.
Then I'll get my pencil
and the pencil takes a bite.
It scratches and it claws
the words here that you read.
Have you ever read
the words a heart can bleed?
Like Noah it keeps raining
and I'm caught up in the flood.
Can you read my rain
when it's written in red blood?
It's dripping from this pencil.
It's coming from my soul.
The pain of my addiction
is climbing out of it's hole.
It climbs up on my shoulder
from a pit that's deep and black.
It looks just like a monkey
and it hangs out on my back.
It whispers in my ear.
It screams if I don't listen.
He says,"screw the rent
you don't need a pot to piss in."
He's getting really heavy.
I don't know what to do.
Why can't I tell him, no.
I don't know how, do you?
My monkey needs more drugs
like a rat wants more cheese.
I heard that feeding the monkey
is always a fatal disease.
Someone shoot the monkey
before my soul is lost as well.
I never seem to have enough money.
I do things I'll never tell.
Lord, You know me
and You made me see
the darkness consuming everything
I wanted to be.
I'm sorry I ever let
it come this far.
Blaming a monkey shows me
how bad my choices are.
I'm growing old
but not growing up.
Makes me sick
Feel like throwing-up.
Selfishness hides from me
but dwells deep inside.
I wish that I could see me
but I guess I'm blind.
With Your help God
I'll make it through.
Straight is the path
that leads to You.
One more thing before
my foggy mind forgets.
I think that I should
work the steps.
I'm stepping up to the plate
God throws the pitch.
Bean ball to the head of the monkey
now he can't *****.
I'm excited to get started
without the monkey around.
Please don't let me trip on these steps
and come crashing to the ground.
I heard you shouldn't go fast.
You should be thorough and slow.
Fast or slow I still go up.
The bottom has only one place to go.
Allan
Robert
Granstrom
Instead of reading the newspaper open your story of life.
Write about your life. Be the author of your life. How do you want to create
Your life the script, the characters,the scenes. You are the director and
Writer of YOUR LIFE. You may be thinking to your self right at this moment
And believe you don't have a choice that life deals you your hand. You are the creators and designers of life. You decide the destiny of life. If you don't decide someone else will, someone else will decide on your life for you.
Stand up and speak up now.
What is your life's script . You are the writer and director
Find out for yourself and get started on the script of your life.
.
The Heart of LOVE enveloped YOU and -- I
In the course of EVERLASTING LOVE I -- Failed
My minute blacken heart would not let you - In
Looking back through time I do see a Pure -- Life
The watches, Grandfather clocks of Time -- Running
Oblivious to the feeling of pain from Falling -- Down
Stumble over nothing along midnight Black -- Paths
Following an unseen grotesque horned being -- Leading
My uncleansed Soul across my Death’s river -- Toward
An Eternal Damnation living in a blazing Hot --- Hell
Dedicated To my POETRY Brother, Ruben Ortellao ( YOUR Turn )
Author's Note : This is a New Form of POETRY Dane-Ann and I are Trying
to get started We Call It " End Line Word POETRY "
When I was young, I heard my momma say,
come here my child and sit upon my knee.
This life is filled with many ups and downs,
but you can still be what you want to be.
I was just eighteen when my momma said,
son don’t you know you got to have a plan.
If you hang around this place all your life,
you will never grow up to be a man.
Don’t be afraid of what’s there in the end,
cause it’s the journey that’s worth living for.
The only way for you to get started,
is by taking that first step out the door.
She said, don’t you be uppity with folk,
but don’t let nobody push you around.
Best be humble when things are going good,
stay positive when things are looking down.
Don’t you be spreading hate and discontent,
among the naive and the innocent.
Never once have trust in the government,
because that’s the way evil always wins.
When a few good people band together,
lend a helping hand to one another.
Watching out for their sisters and brothers,
that’s how happy ever after begins.
I was thirty-five when my momma died,
they said that her illness could not be cured.
I was feeling as low as I could get,
and hated life and all that it stood for.
I had sunk down and was feeling sorry,
thinking that this life made no sense to me.
Until I recalled those words momma said,
while bouncing that baby boy on her knee.
I will be glad to help you through this.
Here is the key to my heart.
Feed me coconut cake.
Make sure it is the refrigerator every night.
Buy the groceries
Because I despise going to the grocery store.
Wash the clothes
If you want the best of the best of me
For laundry is not my thing
Tell me I am pretty
Cuddle me and hold me
Tell me I am smart and creative
If you want me to be your forever one
Last but not least, do not over-react
To anything I say or do, or even act like it is odd.
Treat me like a lady, not a princess, and apologize
For everything, even if it is not your fault.
Because there is a tiger, lion, and bear inside me
And when they are released, you will be running
Flat out, up into the hills. So buy that coconut cake
And let's get started, my forever ever man.
A dull-looking scuffed up ebony toolbox full of pure happiness,
Sat in the back of Charley’s old green Chevy pick-up truck,
Waiting for him to drink his three cups of coffee.
“Another adventure!” the wrench said to the clamps.
The tools knew that Charley would be using them today for sure.
He had thrown a tarp, some paint cans, and his can of nails in last night.
They were eager to get started, happy to see what they would be building.
“Here he comes!” the hammer said. “Silence!” There was instant compliance.
The tools shook with exuberance, feeling today’s adventure.
Would they be building a window seat, porch, deck? Someone’s park bench?
“SHHHH!” the pliers cautioned them. “He is getting in!”
Charley had no idea they were aware he was lifting souls
One project at a time. A simple carpenter, with a good soul…
misbehaving on the floor
I tease you
but you beg for something more
rugged muscles
spinning you around on all fours
sexy voluptuous thick contours
hard convictions easing into her soft-core
marvelous perfection
naked splendor
creamy submissive skin
supple and tender
nice and warm
with curvaceous wonders
hands containing
sensuous healing powers
applying naughty sacred
foreplay thunder
dirty actions being cleansed by
early morning sun enriched ecstasy showers.....
panty dropping
body rocking
booty popping
heads bobbing
pistol cocking
parts interlocking
once I get started
there is no stopping
romantic aromatic candle lights
sweaty ravenous ravishing nights
lovers making all the wrong things right
tonight is all about getting freaky nasty
nothing polite
My face may be different but my feeling is the same.
I laugh and I cry and take pride in my gains.
I was sent here among you to teach and to love as God in the heavens looks down from above.
To Him I’m no different, His love knows no bounds.
It’s those here among you in cities and towns that judge me by standards that man has imparted,
But this family I’ve chosen will help me get started.
For I’m one of the children so special and few that came here to learn the same lesson as you.
That love is acceptance, it must come from the heart; we all have the same purpose, though not the same start.
The Lord gave me life to live and embrace,
and I’ll do it as you do but at my own pace.
My wife and her honey do list
It keeps me busy all day
Take the clothes out of the dryer
Fold them up and put them away
Clean out the garage, change the bulb
Wash the car, feed the cat, and cut the grass
Don't you dare, forget the windows
And don't leave any streaks on the glass
Pull those weeds out of that garden
And take the dogs for their walk
It's time to winter proof those windows
So, go to the store and buy some caulk
I think those shutters need painting?
Don't forget to trim the trees
And put some anitfreeze in both the cars
We wouldn't want the engines to freeze
The carpet in the den needs vaccumed
You have to water the plants
The needle and thread are in the kitchen drawer
So mend the holes in your pants
Man, am I ever tired
The sweat is covering my head
Well, I guess I better get started
It's time to get out of the bed
Scene 2 - Easy Rest Adult Care Fascility, Doctor Mendelsohnn's office.
"Good Afternoon, Mr Potter, I am Doctor Eric Mendelsohnn. I have some
forms for you to sign. This is the payment arrangement to be electronically transferred
the first of each month" "Whoa, wait a minute, I want to know why Mr. Johnson was
sent here anyway" "He accosted 2 hikers in the woods" " In his woods, on his property,
200 feet from his home." " The lady and gentleman were afraid, his hair was flying everywhere His beard was unkept, and he wasn't dressed in hiking gear or carrying a back-pack" "He wasn't hiking he was out on a nature walk, Chef could walk that mountain blindfolded and never stumble"" Look all I know the police brought him here in cuffs. He was ranting and raving about his Rights. I felt compelled to admit him for observation and testing; which he failed; in my opinion as a physchologist." " You
know what you can do with your opinion" " Mr Potter calm down, we have Mr. Johnson sequestured in the adjoining room. His memory is failing, and He shouldn't be left alone on top of some mountain. I am going to give him some cognative thinking test now, your more than welcome to sit in on the interview""that's a good idea, I'm not signing anything until I see for myself that he's forgetful" " Please right through this door""What the F***, take that off of him right now" Mr Potter he is a danger to" "I said NOW!!
Chef are you ok" "Kenny are you taking me home: Please" "Look Doc, I'm getting a bit pissy with you right now. Get that Straight- jacket off of him right now. He recognized me right off, I don't see any signs of forgetfulness." "Ok the restraints are off can we get started now." "No, not here. let's go outside" "I don't think that is a good idea, there is too many people out there to do any responsible testing" " Ok, You said he
has a temporary room, Do it there" " Very well"
Scene 3 - Easy Rest Adult Care Fascility; Chef's room.