Best Trick Poems
Bewitched again by autumn's laggard spell
Like alchemy, green leaves are turned to gold
Although the summer still has dreams to sell
I watch fall's silent sorcery unfold
Brisk morning breezes hint of coming cold
Forgotten are the yellow daffodils
The grass is brown where robins once patrolled
Who now, I'm sure, are sunning in Negril
And yet it seems leaves change almost at will
As fall performs his yearly slight of hand
Replacing summer heat with twilight chill
And leafy green to russet on demand
While autumn draws attention from my eyes
It tricks me not to notice how time flies
by Daniel Turner
Negril is a tourist destination in Jamaica
October, when the leaves intensify -
colored explosions: orange, yellow, red,
breezes to temper summer's heat draw nigh.
There's one last month of days with lightened sky
before our Daylight Saving goes to bed;
October, when the leaves intensify.
A campsite will my kinfolk occupy,
by hot bonfire we'll sing and break the bread,
breezes to temper summer's heat draw nigh.
So many sports events to satisfy
this fan: World Series appetites are fed,
October, when the leaves intensify.
The crisp night air, hot chocolate, pumpkin pie,
warm sweaters, gloves, and scarves become widespread,
Breezes to temper summer's heat draw nigh.
Sweet treats for trick-or-treaters who stop by,
the pirates, princesses, and walking dead.
October, when the leaves intensify;
Breezes to temper summer's heat draw nigh.
Written 12 July 2020
He cursed himself for accepting the dare. He never believed in ghosts or haunted houses. He thought it was an easy way to make a few bucks if he spent a night in a haunted house.
Now he found himself in the most deserted house of the small town, reputed to be haunted. He had lain on his camp bed and hoped sleep would come soon. Certainly, he did not relish the pitch darkness of the house or outside it.
Without any rational explanation he found himself hovering between nowhere and the balcony. He saw all the houses of the town light up in a flash of multiple lightning. It seemed to him as if the whole town trembled as an earthquake rippled below the ground. The balcony seemed to disintegrate, and he found himself falling, falling, and falling right down into an abyss.
He wanted to cry in alarm. Sweat oozed out from all over his body. He woke up on the camp bed. He tried to get up but found himself paralyzed. The darkness engulfed him like a bed cover. Suddenly he thought he saw a flash outside the bedroom in the corridor. Lightning? He had no way of knowing.
Finally, he found he could move his hand and grasp the bottle of rye. The liquid seared his throat. It was not easy to drink as he laid flat on his back. The heat was now intense, and he sweated profusely. He tried in vain to pull up the bed sheet to try and wipe his face. The only thing that moved was his heart that was pumping away like mad. Relax. No ghosts about. It was only in the mind. Tomorrow he would gain those extra bucks.
It was then that he felt something moving over his body. In the pitch darkness he could not see what this could be. Suddenly a pair of malevolent eyes glared at him out of nowhere, seemingly without a face. Then he heard the growl. He wanted to scream but could not. Sweat poured down his face and his heart pumped away like a rocket propelled to hell.
His friends found him next day, cold dead, a small cat sitting on his chest.
It’s just an illusion
that softly stirs sadness within my broken heart’s
confusion.
I have been tricked.
I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
and pricked.
Voodoo
casts magic darts -
you.
It’s just an illusion,
I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
you.
(THE GHOST)
In the naked eye,
Pure death approaches!
Incredibly hollow, kick the bucket long ago
No, whiff nor smell when “THE GHOST” is around
Abuses the whiteness, in which exists inside these sheets
It can be the cost and the intellect of your overdose in question
Go ahead and dig your own grave
I have already commissioned your headstone
You won’t be remembered,
The aftermath this GHOST creates
---will leave you babbling, even in your crate
This is that whiteness you do not want to feel or taste.
Once he or she was a nobody, is now “The Infamous Ghost!”
The one that lives inside your ‘Indian Hollow Walls.’
The Ghost’ leaves heat behind in your room.
It prowls around,
---leaving you within a near death experience every night.
This' ghost left behind will wreak mayhem on your soul,
Shh! Listen to your walls, they speak quite a routine.
Once you see yourself with broken wind, and watery eyes.
Do not believe this is your maker in the process.
‘The Ghost’ with eyes so potent compels a numbing stare!
If there really is such a thing as reincarnation,
Then you had better remember
--- that this ghost was a ghost in its own past life
‘The Ghost’ can have you breathing out tears so intense
Leveling your entire room with fear
Not even your frightened watery eyes will salvage your soul
Nothing will come in handy before you expire.
‘The Ghost’ will incinerate your obituary.
…READING…
“There is nothing to Fear but Fear itself! “By Franklin D. Roosevelt!”
That, and the fear is all this fearless 'Ghost will leave behind.
Everlasting rational fear.
-Happy Halloween-
The sweet-sour scent of waning hay
drifts to town from nearby fields,
pleasing all walkers with an edgy peace.
While autumn gusts enliven shadows,
the wavering moon turns sheets to ghosts,
and disguises reveal diverse fancies.
The mind evokes bewitching specters
cavorting like bats on their nightly hunts,
quickening the pace of parent and child.
Spooky music beckons from porches,
conjuring up faux frights and terrors,
as diffuse mysteries tug at innocence.
TRUTH/TRICK???
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Soft and Swelling
Sound to the ear
But is it a sound
Worthwhile to hear
A smoothe melody
Soothing the mind
But does its lyrics
Taint or refine
A sweet lullaby
To put me asleep
Or seducing spell
To lure me deep
Into its waters
Burying treasure
Deep in its ocean
Of endless pleasure
Candy sweet
A sugary taste
A present fill
But eternal Waste
Sensational
But will it magnify
My God in heaven
Or satisfy
My dark desires
To kill my spirit
Or quench my thirst
If I grasp/adhere it
Appealing words
But do they align
With your holy word
Each page/line
I want to ensure
I have no regrets
No price to pay
Nor recurring debts
A healthy substance
Safe for injection?
Or bodily harm
In need of rejection?
If not of you
Then I won't listen
Likely it's Satan
Trying to glisten
Imitating
An angel of light
Twisting his words
To his own delight
Tell me Lord
Am I being deceived?
Or can these words
Be believed?
A chipper chirping
Sound of chicks
But is it Lord
The TRUTH or A TRICK
I want you to want me
.....you only want me when you get to decide
I need you to need me
.....you are independent and don't need anyone by your side
I love you to love me
.....you love me one day and not the next
I'm begging you to beg me
.....the concept of begging leaves you perplexed
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You now want me
..... I found someone new who wants to be with me all the time
You now need me
.....my needs are now fully met, I'm now blissfully sublime
You now love me
.....I found someone that loves me truly every day
You now beg me
.....a little too late is all I have to sadly say
Black Powder
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He waits offstage, his posture tense,
his gaze locked on the audience -
his first in years.
He blots the sweat that wets his face,
then walks onstage and gets in place,
amidst their cheers.
In bowtie, vest and dinner tails,
he's dressed down to his fingernails.
His face is flushed.
His eyes close tight, his breathing slows,
beyond his sight, the tension grows
The house is hushed...
If he can pull from knurled old trunks,
the Magic that their world debunks,
he can pretend
(at least until the curtain rolls)
it's still his show, and he controls
it in the end.
Illusion casts no lasting spell.
No, in conclusion, he's not well,
so... shifting gears,
he lifts his hat to loud applause,
black powder sifting out like gauze...
and disappears... *
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( TRICK OR TREAT )
Toddlers walking the streets at night,
Running from house to house.
Images of candy fill their heads,
Costumes of all kinds abound.
Knocking on strangers doors.
On their faces are smiles galore,
Ready for the next house.
Time consuming ritual,
Right down to the last minute.
Emptying out the jars of goodies,
Always to say thank you sir or ma`am.
Treasures await them when they get home.
It's overwhelmingly with sadness, a feeling of sick
That you thought you had control of me like magic
There's no gasoline covering me, put away the matchstick
The emptiness that possesses you is tragic
Your words are just a glass house, mine are the brick
Sails are at full mast, away from you preffering pelagic
I am no magician, but me disappearing will be my final trick
In the shifting air
the sweet scent of candy corn
candle wax burning
All doors are open
an ancient mystery lives
I bask in its glow
You think you know who I am
You believe to know my whole story
How dead wrong you are about it
You are being misleaded by my actions
I am a troubled spririt
And you thought I was fine
Ha, how I've fooled you all
Because you believe everything you see
Though I am not brusied on the outside
My soul is crushed and burning with hurt
I haven't been whole for many years now
Torn into many pieces that are unable to be fixed
So don't look at my smile and think I'm fine
Look into my eyes, they will tell my story
As I lay here defeated by my own wickedness
Destroyed by the wounds that dwell inside
Trick or Treat
Trick or Treat is oh so neat, as we go door to door,
We dont have a preference, we go to rich and poor.
We are given candy, bars ,chips ,and cans of pop to,
For no one wants to get tricked, it wont look good on you.
We pick a route that has many homes, as we start out for the night,
Our parents follow close behind, so we dont fuss and fight.
At the end of the line i am happy to say, i am full lets go home,
My feet were getting kind of sore, it seemed right to the bone.
When we finally reach our home, and open up the door,
There were still kids out there, just asking to get more.
For us we were happy, just to sit for a spell,
Try to put our feet up, but there goes the door bell.
So if your think about it, going out to trick or treat,
Stop and think for a while,about how it hurts your feet.
But ask any kid today, just what they would rather do?
Trick or Treating of course, because they give candy free to you .
Mind trick
As I enter I am conscious
Of the dangers and effects
Even though it is alluring
I’ll regret in retrospect
But my mind just keeps persisting
This time too it’ll have its way
Even though I’m well acquainted
With the things it will display
And it’s just like at the movies
I am ready and all set
Soon my mind will start projecting
All the things I must forget
And I sit there while reliving
Awful things that made me sad
All the while infatuated
By the impact they once had
Though petrified I keep on viewing
Now and then I make a sound
I now see to my confusion
That these visuals still haunt
But the courage still eludes me
To get up and leave this space
And the horrors I’m enduring
Can be seen upon my face
As I slowly am regaining
The awareness that I lost
I agree my mind has tricked me
To forget what it would cost
So again I start the struggle
To escape the void I’m in
With a temporary promise
Not to enter here again.
Wendy Nipas