Best Thirteenth Poems
Thirteenth Birthday
I picturize my thirteenth birthday through memory glass
My grandpa matured my dream with a shiny black bicycle
Thrilled for I would now be able to ride like other friends
Grandpa held the cycle as I capered along with him
I was taken to a huge ground where the soldiers paraded
My cheeks were glowing red hot when I was taught to cycle
I tremblingly held the handle of my pricelesss gift
Quickly I put my foot on the right pedal then on the left
And sat on the seat pedalling flying faster than the wind
The speed was thrilling as I crossed impossible milestones
Onlookers smiled to see the teen's two ribboned plaits flying up
Felt like a star shooting in the sky as I zoomed around
My heart ringing louder chimes echoed in the whistling wind
My wave to grandpa in cinematic charismatic style
Made me lose balance and down I lay in a plumpy heap
November 6, 2015
Contest: Screwed 9
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Night of solstice
On a hot and humid June
The covenant of sisters
Gazing at the signs from the stony mound
On a night where comets fled the sky
We are sisters
We are Kindreds
Sacred daughters of Ophiuchus
Healers from the stars
Healers of Aesculapius
Snake charmers, doctors, herbalist
The thirteenth zodiac from where we came
The serpent staff we are led
We came to heal man
©2016 Bonnie Jennings The Thirteenth Zodiac
Je déteste les attaques ISIS vendredi,
Ils etaient ignoble, dégoûtant et le mal,
Au nom de Dieu pour la religion,
Avec les mentalities és dans l'oubli
nous devons justifier structures démocratiques,
En défense, en tuant tous les terroristes
Et la question de l'acceptation de Dieu,
Avec les valeurs humanistes personnes.
Il ya de tout dans la liberté,
De pensée, de parole et d'expression,
Et si vous ne pouvez pas accepter cela
Vous devez apprendre la leçon.
English translation:
I hate the ISIS Paris attacks on Friday
They were vile, disgusting and evil,
In the name of god for religion
With mindsets in oblivion
We must justify democratic structures
In defence, by killing all terrorists,
And question the acceptance of god,
With humanistic people values.
There is everything in freedom
Of thought, word and expression,
And if you can't accept that,
You need to learn the lesson.
About the ISIS attacks in Paris on Friday 13th November 2015
Friday the thirteenth, so the superstitious say,
Is a day for caution, as the worst could happen
Karma is likely to strike back in shades of gray
Friday the thirteenth, so the superstitious say,
Misfortune is likely to happen to you today
It is a splendid idea to carry a good luck token,
Friday the thirteenth, so the superstitious say
Is a day for caution, as the worst could happen.
Written May 13, 2022
Whilst
in the US
no poems
in my mind
Back
in Europe
the US's part
of my dreams
You can stare at me with your big golden eyes
or at least until you've come to finally realize
that I'm not afraid of any outrageous superstitions
and I don't need your cautionary admonitions.
I'm not scared of breaking mirrors or of a black cat.
It's foolishness I don't believe, and that's that!
When a calendar says it's the thirteenth of Friday,
I refuse to stay inside and hide my misgivings away.
I've walked beneath ladders and smiled doing it.
And it was just a freak accident when I broke foot
but I still don't think the writing was on the wall
when on such a said Friday, I took a serious fall.
The stigma about Friday the Thirteenth is too weird
so, there's nothing about that date that I've ever feared
but in case you ask why over my shoulder, I throw salt,
it's because if I have an accident, it won't be my fault.
It is not something
That can be tied
Pulled to you with a rope.
Nor laced and bound
To feel its own every breath.
You can not lay it on crust
And taste it like lemon epiphany.
You can not steer it
By turning the wheel this way and that.
Nor can you feel it
By running your hand
Along the wallpaper's edge
In the middle of the night.
It is made up of tinsel particles
That only appear after the thirteenth hour.
A nicotine fit
A sour apple dream
An oblivion kit
A kiwi ermine scream
A cutlass blade
A bottomless well
A peacock shade
A pathos bell
It is all and nothing.
It is both then and when.
It is the why and the how.
It is the here and now.
It is the snow pepper future.
It is the black cherry past.
It is diamond lust glory.
It is every man's story.
All clocks stop dead as the time demon prepares to strike me again
A pause in time just to grind me down
As the clocks strike on its thirteenth hour
The time when darkness starts to makes its sound
Where bad luck and bad times are looming
Past evidence of the mysterious time pause and three pats on the head
From an unknown entity grooming
The shadows, the misty figures I see
Scratching on the wall and banging I hear
Sulphur smells and stale odours into my nostrils they appear
Am I being taunted or guided?
So disturbing that I just can’t ignore
I know what’s coming I’ve been here before
Are these gaps in time coincidence or spiritually corrupt
A natural occurrence maybe but I sense the worst
I’m just waiting for it all to burst
Why am I being force fed this thirteenth hours guilt forced misery
And weakness and pain
Who must be given the justice?
Before this time darkness possess my brain
When I saw you in your casket, it brought tears to my eyes.
You died two years ago today on the thirteenth day of July.
When the doctors said that your illness was terminal, I didn't want to believe that it was true.
But sadly, they were correct and two years ago today, we lost you.
From 1975 to 2010 you worked at Woodcraft, you worked with lumber.
People may think that I'm crazy because I believe that 13 is an unlucky number.
You died on the thirteenth year of the century and also on the thirteenth day of July.
You took Chemotherapy treatments for months and two years ago today, you died.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013 at the age of 65.]
Thirteenth Fable
Thirteenth Fable
Superstition
Fables of CharlaX
There is far too many to make a short list there is superstitions eye remember
when eye was just a kid. The many things my girlfriends had to tell me things
they ruined life at such an early age there is the BROKEN MIRROR that brings
the SEVEN YEARS bad luck? The black cat crossing my path. The ladder that
was never under the beam do not step under that in a funk of disbelief eye did all
them things and now eye am homeless could it be that eye am superstitious or
just unlucky in my life but then eye have met my violet flower my only one and only
new life partner she is such a wonderful person not a superstitious reason in her
curtain eye am certain of that now? The cat was never black enough to scare me
but there was that just one time? It ran of course because my petting would have
kept it from the dinner the mouse tail sticking out of a very black and ebon mouth.
No bad luck can come to me AH HA eye cried its nothing. Then eye ran a little up
the hill to home. And almost strangeld self eye ran full tilt boogie into the wire
clothes line nearly taking off my head and losing all the dread of dying for there it
nearly was. That was back in 1961 the time is not important there was never any
time for love. Some things eye can remember but choose not to keep at all. Do
not mop the floor under my feet is one.
Do not make such sweeps under my feet and yes we did we told the girls to put
the feet up so we must seep there anyway do you want me to get fired from such
an important job as this one?
They screamed and left the diner sure that bad luck was to come upon them oh
gentle reader ewe don't laugh Erline never sweeps behind the counter.
Friday the Thirteenth
By Franklin Price
1/13/2017
One and thirty days this month,
Twelve have gone by.
The thirteenth is upon us,
Not good, I'll tell you why
Friday, is the reason;
Bad luck for you and me
Have gotten up the courage
Looked through the blinds to see.
A black cat's sitting on my porch.
A ladder's o'er the sash.
I'll make a path around them
When I decide to make my dash
I'll take my rabbit's foot with me.
Incantations I will shout.
Superstitions, I will overcome.
The house I need's not in but out.
Written 2 December 2023
A Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Do`s and Don`ts
Avoid thirteenth of Fridays
for any new ventures
for any new businesses
Skip number 13 in buildings
in hotel rooms
In private hospitals
Be careful when driving
walking or moving
after seeing
a black cat crossing
the street
Sanctify all food
during an eclipse
before consuming them
Don`t sweep one`s home
nor clip one`s nails
after 6 p.m.
nor on Thursdays
Don`t start new projects
undertake new initiatives
or construct new buildings
Don`t start new love affairs
or wedding proposals
during Kharmas months*
These become asphyxiating
choking
irritating
stifling
strangling
throttling
Yet these are observed
to avoid agony
anguish
anxiety
regrets
remorse
repentance
distress
restlessness
sadness
unhappiness
sorrows
worries and woes
in favour of
calmness
cohesion
peacefulness
quietness
quietude
in personal life
family surrounds
or official transactions
with apathy
indifference
insouciance
nonchalance,
mindlessness
imperviousness
These become
a way of surviving
a way of living
a way of life.
Friday the Thirteenth
By Franklin Price
12/13/2019
Today's another Friday
The thirteenth is its date
Some say that its unlucky
Should take care at any rate
Don't walk under any ladders
Don't let black cats cross your way
If you find a penny, pick it up,
When traveling today
Don't break any mirrors
It's bad luck for seven years
Carry 'round a rabbit's foot
To help allay your fears
The Devil's sign is 666
Bad luck some people say
If you see it, knock on wood
And all will be okay
Cross your fingers, make a wish
Good luck will follow you
If you think, before you act
You'll have good fortune too
FYI
If you want to plan ahead
And superstition is your tune
When a month begins on Sunday,
Friday the thirteenth, coming soon.
If you're counting down to Christmas,
From today it's number one,
I wish you happy holidays
May all your days be fun
I-n September thirteenth day,
Z-one of zest seems fine;
S-ince there's a brewing storm,
A-rea stays good by a
H-airline.
A-ccept any kind of weather,
N-ever cry in the pouring rain;
G-leam of dawn shall be seen,
U-nder the wide blue lane.
L-et your life be bathed in lightness of the sunshine;
O-pen your eyes to beacon, bringing brightness to your mind.
R-eceive the tender freshness
O-f the early morning breeze;
S-oothe your soul in soft touch,
E-rasing the wind of risk.
N-ight cold chill will fade,
D-arkness shall drift away;
O-pen your heart to thrill in September thirteenth day.
Friday
Why pray
Thirteenth
Heard scream
Warning
Scorning
Drug use
Smug youths
Jason
Lays in
Waiting
Baiting
Silent
Violent
Slasher
Catch her
Smash in
Slash skin
Alice
Callous
Voorhees
Your seized
Fight back
Knife hack
Behead
Sheer dread
It’s dead
Wrists bled
Weary
Teary
Night mare
Fight scared
Sequel
Lethal.
By
David Kavanagh