Upon this twilight eve a full moon-lite night appeared,
Crackling leaves with mounds of bags and children jumping with glee.
As graves flew open with ghostly sights witches began their brewing,
with stark black eyes and fiery sparks her sight glowing within.
As the smoke rose from the kettle below ghost and goblins appeared,
then cutout pumpkins with scary faces as the children ran in fear.
Begging for candy going door to door and sounds of doorbells ringing,
their faces hidden behind their masks of evil with laughter and giggling.
The night went on and their pails filled with candy and hungry tummy's,
They did not know their parents' eyes shining at the sight of chocolate.
Searching through these pails of candy the children's lot got smaller,
for the parents ate the children's spoils only to get a sick tummy.
The witch knew her brew would end up in the hands of thief’s,
giving the children a goodnight sleep with dreams of gobbling there,
Candy Treats
Not For Conest
crazy cat lady
chasing mothballs
thinking maybe
scented
are her
calls
keeps
her thoughts
locked in an closet
emotionally she applauds it
crazy cat lady got lost
in
an
mothballs flame
branded were her paws
as she clawed at my name
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conest write propmpted by: "crazy cat lady" ... words ...
unbroken debt
of breaths
what should your death mean to me
not an other breath kept in secrecy
step a little deeper into me
never had a chance to
breathe
what
should your death
mean to me
whisper
with
your
life
anda let me see
my mouth is wide open
i can taste you bleed
take another breath
next one is on me
what should your death mean to me
in your acts of desperation you set me free
being born under water taught me to breathe
what should your death mean to me
a cracker jack prize
in
sanity
the blue ring ing
of
your lips
still breathing
is
a
mystery
what should
your love
mean
to
me
?
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8~15~17
conest U form
used word
"unbroken"
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unpredictable
frosted crystal
gloaming
of
pathos
valiant melanchy
forevermore
?
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8 word conest challege
added the word
of
...
In spring the beautiful flower blossoms but withers away in the fall.
10-13-16
Conest: Life Or Death
Sponsor: Silent One
Wash over me, thundering, icy water
Under your salty lash I remain unfazed
Wash over me, midnight blue wave of terror
My purpose remains clear through the haze
Look unto me, bone-soaked and weary traveler
My blazing eye will warn you from destruction
Look unto me, brave and steadfast lightkeeper
Inside my walls, I will give you protection
Sustain me, oh beloved caretaker
On sunny days, polish the rust from my head
Sustain me, oh mason and painter
When I appear strong, it eases their dread
Again hit me, deepest waves surging tall
Your gritty surf and gales I’ve felt before
Again hit me, violent storms and squalls
What doesn’t break me, readies me for more.
4/7/16
For Conest: Sentinel, Quatrain Form
Sponsor: Eve Roper
I ride a leaky newspaper raft
Adrift on the linoleum
Anxiously awaiting an
An attack of smelly
squirming happiness
covered in fuzz:
Puppy love.
So, you want to know what is in my chest.
Well there is no silver,
there is no gold,
There is no hope,
there is no love,
there is no girlfriend;
there is no food,
there is no charm,
there is no honesty,
there is nothing in my chest.
It is empty,
filled with cobwebs and dust,
with a couple spiders hanging around
looking for something to eat.
I am like the spiders
looking for something to eat,
ingest hope, love, charm and honesty.
No pirates will come and take my treasure chest away.
There is nothing for them to take,
but they don't know of the secret compartment,
filled with poetry,
filled with art,
filled with culture,
filled with my own love
that I am willing to share.
Everyone always looks in the chest,
but never finds that secret compartment!
What a shame, for if they found that secret,
they would see life for what it really was.
My treasure chest is a mystery too most people.
I hope you all know,
next time you look in someone's chest
look for the hidden door,
because that place holds the most beautiful of things.
-9/20/13-
For the conest: What is in your Treasure Chest
Written by: Christopher Boskovski
We are as we do and nothing more
A meter of hope
A cry to the wicked
Soldiers march to the heartstrings of war
Madness broken by human will
Human nature broken by the insanity of repetition
Millions die for the sake of statistics
Hungry souls devour what they're given
Politicians speak of equality
Some are shot for the sake of truth... and secrecy
The sorrow of our cycle speaks volumes to the children who live in today
We are as we do and nothing less
(Entered in the conest: Politically Educated, Christopher Stones)
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