Water simmers
Light that glimmers
Heart in jitters.
With her tiny tummy rumbling, she stood quaking in the wood that surrounded her dear father's dairy farm. The white, porcelain bowl and the silver spoon lay on the ground, along with her scrumptious cottage cheese. So hungry was she, and that black, furry arachnid was still giggling, dangling above her tufted chair. She felt a tantrum coming on. She was so mad with hunger. Little Molly stamped her feet and stormed back to her cushioned seat, and ate that mean, old tarantula up!
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
There came a big spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
My ten-year-old granddaughter is a cartoonist like me.
We were comparing notes, when I asked if she writes too.
Yes I do write! She told me. Her blue eyes were solemn.
What kinds of things do you write? I asked her.
I write about terror, she told me.
She has the most innocent face.
I said “terror! What kind of terror?”
“I don’t want to frighten you,” she said, “but I write about war.”
“What do you know about war?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
these unconventional cats who are dicks
forties detectives to you out of comic strips
make others nervous anyway me
go by their last names, like Marlo or Spade
interrogate usual suspects under spotlights
look to save a damsel or two
offices are dirty
in a sordid side of town
I run from these dicks
Fear forms frighten, our dreams control
Wherefrom do they arise
Let then pristine silence patrol
Dark thoughts that may surprise
We are the conjurer
Also the prisoner
Released in soft prayer
Feel noose tighten
Fear forms frighten
27-January-2023
Quietus
The emerging of wizards and ghosts
On a night of deep and frightening darkness
Children dressed in special costumes,hats and masks
With a Jack-o'-lantern in hands
Hoping to frighten the evil spirits away
Things with bad omens like black cats, bats and spiders
Are completely avoided
The number of 13 is also discarded
With the coincidence of Halloween
We may also drive away the ghosts in our hearts
Drive away the greed, jealousy and cowardness
Long embedded in our hearts
So that a place is forever reserved
For our Almighty God
Please don't cry baby
I know you're frighten
I know you're hungry
I know you're painful
I know you want something
I know you're asking for help
I know you want to follow
I know you want my company or escort
Oh, please don't cry baby
You'll have a lot of chances to cry
When you grow up
When you're sad you cry
When you're too nervous till you lost your control
You cry
When you're sick you cry
When you lost something valuable you cry
When you fail your exam you cry
When someone leave you you cry
When...
The sky cries too
It comes as rain
The sea cries too
It comes as towering waves
You know, mum cries too
Whenever you cry I cry
Please don't cry baby
Please tell me you're always happy
Ghosts are not scary if you grow up with them.
A normality for you if you have seen them since you were two.
If you have dog-hearing like mine, you do not jump at their voices.
You are used to them, they are just a part of your life.
A ghostly whisper might startle some. Not me.
A ghostly voice in my head bothers me not.
A ghostly touch might still frighten me.
I have not had one of those yet.
Shiny things attract me.
Gloomy people subtract me.
Fluffy things delight me.
Mean people frighten me.
Well behaved children adore me.
Out of control hurt children deplore me.
Until I get to know their pain.
And show them I am safe and sane.
It is my job to respect them to pieces.
I practiced on my nephews and nieces.
I practiced on my children, and grands.
I feel I am living my best laid plans.
Terrible moods challenge me.
Make me think, shake up my tree.
Calmed-down people are my bliss.
It is great to live like this.
Ticking clock on the wall
Silence in the hall
No, the A-levels doesn’t frighten me,
Not at all.
Turning points in the Qing’s fall
Causes of the First World War
History doesn’t frighten me at all,
Not at all.
Price discrimination in the mall
A vertical LM curve standing tall
Economics doesn’t frighten me at all,
Not at all.
Don’t show me “F”s and “U”s
And listen for my scream
If I’m afraid at all
It’s only in my dreams.
I’ve got a magic pen
That I keep up my sleeve
I can write all the answers
Without even stopping to breathe.
The A-Levels doesn’t frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all
The A-Levels doesn’t frighten me
At all.
P.S. I tried to make this sound confident on the surface but actually anxious. Is this working?
You ask me what I'm thinking
my thoughts disapear
You never seem to listen to anything you hear
I'm practically screming but you dont understand
any of my thoughts-for any of the things I stand