In the hall, my guests were assembled.
"Your Majesty", their spokesman trembled,
and so, I allayed their idle fears
to the sound of drying tears.
I'd never welcomed such guests as these.
To the left, were crackers. To the right, was cheese.
A scattering of flowers to welcome guests.
AP: 1st place 2026
What a delight to get together
for our annual festive dinner
Both the Devil and Frankenstein
drinking warm blood of swine
Other guests welcomed from mummies
scarecrows ghosts goblins zombies
Count Dracula and Witch Hazel
oops ~ brew is ready for appraisal
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The real purpose of the visa tourism
Is the humiliation of the guests
Its “us and them” post tribal atavism
The applicants are treated like suspects
The so called survey list interrogates
Some questions that can't be rationalized
To play a reason to pass through the border gates
Despite prejudice that you are crimnalized
The papers you submit might look suspicious
They may refuse you with “I am not satisfied”
Refunds are not provided, you’re fictitious
And anyway, a fool that tried to lie
It turns to be a huge list of rejections
It gives an argument to blow the world away
But I won’t press that button, waiting for objections
If more objections they would like to say.
You clean, you shop, you rearrange;
You cook and bake, yet what is strange
Is that your guests won’t really care
‘Bout all your efforts to prepare.
For if they make the time to drive
Or walk or somehow else arrive,
They want to visit, so you trust
They might not see a little dust.
You welcome them and try your best
And know the time you did invest
Will prove to me quite worth your while,
The proof in every hug and smile.
Sunflower’s my place to nest
The dragonfly comes along too
Resting until we are both refreshed
Enjoying the floral view.
We became best friends long ago
Fairy and dragonfly both blessed
With friendship that’s alert and aglow
Fantasy sunflower guests.
Mom saved the blue dishes for over fifty years
when we have important guests, she told us
we thought we were the important guests
but never saw them come out of the pantry
because she forgot she had them
not because she forgot she had us
celebrating guests
foreshadows slumber-less sleep ~
happens once a year
dust out of control
I share my house with creatures
webs cling to my fans
I am a little bit of a trickster
It has to be said
A wee bit mischievous
Somewhat bonkers in the head
Friends came to stay the night
So l played a cheeky joke
Showed them to their room
Explained all for when they woke
I mentioned if they needed the loo
In the middle of the night
No need to stumble in the dark
We do this and its works a delight
I bent down and pulled out from under their bed
An vintage enamel handled pee-pot….full of wee
Initial awkward horror followed by hysterical laughter
As it was a pee pot full of apple juice you see!
The longing, the pain
together with sadness,
are impertinent actors...
they are insolent...
They are untimely guests!
without any permission
invade our lives,
our parties,
and hijack the harmony
from us...sneakingly...!
You have guests downstairs.
In the half lit room, insinuation whispers in intimacy. I never took you there.
But, I am too, grown up portion sizes of loaves of breads, with another spread of jam.
And I console myself. Often there. It has a name.
Worldbuilding. Graduation. Diplomacy.
And for the first time,
It came to my mind.
Ozone had three O’s there, precisely.
I thought I knew it!
Elsewhere.
All the coming and going,
going out
guests coming, so -
dress up
make up
spruce up
brush up
tidy up
don the new getup
shake the dust
off the best plates.
Its so uplifting and fulfilling.
This is so becoming.
In lunch or dinner
at table my guests waiting
bees, jelly... cats, fish
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