costumed dogs with a facebook page? Forgive me but no.
Putting their videos on tictoc is as far as I’ll go.
Skirts
With comforts,
Hollandia Yoghurt flirts...
Before each tongue diverts,
From the usual that alerts,
The change to an impromptu concerts,
In different stages of many a song asserts
Except for the atmospheric dive,
Our faces depict the shared skirts
Without sweet scents, breaths hive
Swaying gallant statues in style alerts
High concentrated inebriant consumed
Took our legs lightly easy leaning back
Subjected to change of hits well costumed
Our voices disown its pitches to its crack
Introduce us to the people we know not
And we mingle like been known for ages
It wasn't true but lively moment grown hot
Speaking truthful lies unlike most sages
Happiness
Staged liveliness
Interrupt able orderliness
And introduce apt funniness
In order to promote calmness
Actively seeking to warm night dizziness
Through the beauty of tease staggering fitness
Of our hearts pouring out raw felicity's queasiness
All the streets were filled with trick-or-treaters.
'Twas not so long ago on Halloween.
I, too, joined the costumed candy eaters.
A vibrant sight now no more to be seen...
Door to door marched children of all ages.
Our neighbors were all people we could trust.
Passing time has turned too many pages
And memories are now just so much dust.
Still, I can recall sweet flavored laughter,
The bag of treats that lasted but a day.
And, yes, the tummy aches that came after,
And consequences of the tricks we'd play.
Those days are gone, a sad but honest fact.
Perhaps our grandchildren will bring them back.
Coming the thirty-first,
Costumed kids seeking sweets~~
Chiclets, Snickers, Starbursts,
Chick-O-Stick, and such treats.
Cautious parents take their
Charming little ones to
Caring neighbors they trust.
Spring time finds butterflies
Dancing in a garden of flowers
The gentle breeze is the music
They flutter on for hours
They are all costumed
In their finest dresses
Softly colored by petals
Each tiny wing caresses
Their movements are graceful
As they glide through the air
Everyone of their steps
Choreographed with great care
But spring time is fleeting
And summer is too
They dance their finale
When the seasons are through
Now the dancers are gone
Their costumes grew jaded
No more music in gentle breezes
Spring and summer have both faded
I kissed a witch one Hallow’s eve
I then intended just to leave
The party hadn’t fit my bill
And yet I stayed against my will
The costumes ran from fun to fright
An eerie green infused the light
When I walked in and saw her face
I fantasized of her embrace
I had not costumed for the rave
Perhaps, I’m simply not that brave
So I wore black and so it seemed
That struck her fancy, her eyes beamed
I kissed a witch and now I know
She was no sham, no bogus show
With one kiss, I was swept away
I knew I’d never felt that way
So when you wander in the night
On Halloween, now you just might
Enjoy my fate, so be aware
Of witches’ kisses, if you dare
full moon on hallow's eve
ghosts and goblins
will be trick or treating
for bags and bags of candy
toffee apples on sticks
enough sweets to rot their teeth
children roam the streets
as costumed munchkins
looking for yummy treats
darkness filled with characters
older kids dressed up wild
ranging from devils to angels
spooky pumpkins
carved with care
eerie sounds from coffins
in the dead of night
creaking doors and then
the graveyard comes to life
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I take my pain to where ragers rage and writhe
in their self-absorbed gluttony on all-winter days
their tea cups are only for them
interspersed with silence and solitude
the streets are buildings without them
who are the signposts talking too?
I could have been one of them
I was one of them
and still am if hills facing the sun are cloud covered
and I don’t look out of the window to notice
then, in those un-costumed days, I am
but, and it has taken rotations of earth
backpacking through antonyms, through tropics
I have conquered tinnitus, now a comfort blanket
aiding sleep as a heart monitor line crossing a screen
I have conquered deep wells, now jews harps
jaw harps if you prefer, gewgaws, yes I have conquered
the cave of crawling space days
goblins are only a light switch and their rising finger away
but my rising finger plucks at overtones and distances
between neurons, between stars, between mees
its sound soothing, rubbing balm on a restive chest
the vibrations are fizzing and feeding me
I take my white noise and float away
sound, my therapy
Charmed by her exotic glance
She enchants a sexy dance
In costumed display of art
Strumming rhythms of joyful heart
Choreographing slow grooves
In graceful, musical moves
As gestures paint passion themes
And song of love stokes their dreams
When desires-enamored spree
Hypnotized in tunes of glee
But look closely, watch her sigh
Hear the bawl of tearless cry
When crowds deceitful extol
Exhibit of anguished soul
As smiles aesthetic hide pain
And feigned visage cries disdain
Cheer for her to turn the page
For she longs to leave this cage
Leave realms inebriated
Of drunk notions, ill-fated
Bear wanted to be a witch, but had to be satisfied
Dressed up like a skeleton, due to his enormous hide.
Batman with his black mask was immediately recognized.
Disappointed him too, as he jumped out, trying to surprise.
Ghostly stranger was no secret to the other trick-or-treaters.
His voice was unique; we called him McPeters Jeeters.
Was that his name? A costumed elf asked me.
I am not truthfully sure, I replied, with a spot of glee.
The evening of November first
Brought forth a gentle rain
For autumn sought to slake its thirst
While October had abstained
How fair to spare the children
That they might prowl the night
And their candy sacks be filled then
To their costumed hearts’ delight
Now November comes to claim
The scent of cold, wet stone
As the first of all fall rains
Seeps deep into this poem.
Fall's tapestry of red and gold,
as scheduled, always will unfold.
Still, I am dazzled and surprised
October holds me mesmerized.
The color riot on display
of mums and pumpkins perched on hay
is Autumn's message dramatized.
October holds me mesmerized.
An extra blanket for the bed,
not t's, but flannel shirts instead~~
the need for these can be surmised.
October holds me mesmerized.
Cute costumed kids collect their treats.
Their night of fun, the month completes,
and once again I've realized
October holds me mesmerized.
Accepting my costumed friends dare, I cautiously pushed through the weeds to the unlit dilapidate porch. Before I could knock, the door creaked open.
"Come on in.
We've been wait- ing for
you." Croaked the emaciated little girl with the basso profundo voice.
Something pushed me from behind ...
Along the harbor shores at Gammel Strand
where other costumed fishwives ply their trade,
I trudge along the cobbled Danish dock
and barter with the catch to earn my pay.
My voice is harsh and roughened by the chore,
when once my petticoat was pink and lace,
yet now it reeks of fish and nothing more
while wind and sun is drawn upon my face.
But here, within, I'm still a princess bride,
whose dreams anew float on the evening tide,
yet start awake and washed with mornings ebb -
another day to wear a calloused pride...
Ballet of the Stars
Breath of the galaxy spins the night sky
Over the magic of midsummer dreams
Legends, lovers, pirouette through the night
Sculptures of fire carved with airy light beams
Dances l’etoile sparkle winter rondeaus
Gossamer nebulas leave stardust veils
Ensembles of stars in stellar tableaus
Costumed in lightness made of starry faille
Astral ballets dance on ebony stage
Patterns of stars in place in this dark space
Stage left then stage right arrangements change place
Celestial performance – rotating grace
Star-spangled glitter on star twinkle toes
Scrim curtain rises on nighttime’s light show.
5-18-23
Contest: Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
Celestial – 3 syllables
Performance – 3 syllables
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