Spooky Ghostly Halloween
the sky looks like velveteen.
Wild loud howls, nowhere to be seen,
echo through of the wolverine.
The citrine moon hangs, high,
a wicked smile, cunning, and sly.
In a blink of a dominant eye
bats chase the clouds across the sky.
Eerie, Pumpkin Head quite brickle,
waving its sharp rusty sickle.
Haunting nightmares hairs prickle
as crows fickle blood caw, caw trickle.
In the old manor her ghostly spirit
appears roaming through it. Do you see it?
10/17/2023
My green autumn, you goaded me to write.
I love the way you sparkle, shake, and hurl.
Conquering my mind day and by the night,
Always musing about the shorn kiss curl.
Let me approach you with a square crowbar.
You are more snowy, magnetic, and bright.
Light storms whisk the twiglets of October.
And autumntime has a quiescent sight.
How do I love you? Let me deem the ways.
I love your brickle birds, kindling, and leaves.
Thinking of your fine brushwood fills my days.
My zeal for you is that upbeat reeves.
Now I must away with a frozen heart.
Memorize my posh terms whilst we're apart.
Written: October 17, 2022
All Hallows' Evening Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Cold icy frozen dessert in colors of all kind
I have sixteen favorites in the back of my mind
They give me brain freeze for they are full of frost.
Give me my most favorite pure Haagen Daz.
Peanut butter, butter brickle, sherbet and coffee.
I am standing at the freezer case reaching for toffee.
Some of them are as green as a pretty new moss.
I hear some little kid yell “Hey! It’s Haagen Daz!”
Should I get sprinkles or hot fudge today?
I like my ice cream best when it is glitzed up this way.
A maraschino cherry to the top, it’s the boss
I am delighted to see the words Haagen Daz!
This one has marshmallows, that one has mint.
I stand her forever, my mind turning to lint.
I want them all, not caring about the cost.
For I am in love with every flavor of Haagen Daz.
When was the last time
you heard "butter brickle"
or saw the hammer and sickle
I'll bet you a wooden nickel
it's about the last time
you ate a non-kosher pickle!
I don't think I'm too fickle;
it should be kind of brickle-
without a nasty prickle
and just a bit of trickle.
My fancy, it should tickle;
goes well with pumpernickel.
If you can guess- earn nickel!
Believe me, I won't stickle-
my favored snack's a pickle!
February 17, 2020
CONFECTIONATES Hurt Teeth Here In My Mouth Twenty Below
My teeth are bitter cold
Aching so much so
Bit down on a red pop-cycle
After inhaling mint malted butter brickle
Nasal dip tried chocolate chip
So cold outside can't feel my face
What sense does it make
It's below 28 degree
Aching so much so
It's cold outside why am I
This doesn't make any sense
Eating all these confectionates
It's winter, snowing and twenty below zero
Frostbit, frozen lips, hurt teeth here at twenty below
3/18/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
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