holding up her coat
she turns slowly to each sleeve
just as I once did
under the crescent moon
in Halloween’s meager madness
a newly-put-together mummy
is closing the canopic jars
exiting her Egyptian crypt
to the horror of the unsuspecting
which means the entire town of Des Moines
A crack of thunder lights up the sky
a child’s scream is heard from the east
the ancient Egyptian mummy adjusts her organs
then turns to the night sky to see a flash of lightning
two witches riding toward Omaha are approaching
they whisk over her head, leaving her back bandages up
she is wondering now what strange night this might be
Halloween is not a celebratory day in ancient Egypt
A howling werewolf gives the night ambiance a jolt
The mummy stops dead, no pun intended
there are lit jack-o-lanterns at her feet
She is startled by them, they must mean something
a trio of scarecrows nod in the wind as she makes her way
toward town, wondering what strange magic this must be.
A mummy resurrected after four thousand years
Can you imagine?
the doll was purchased in October
Probably Halloween, but maybe not
brought to the home of an old lady
a creepy woman with broken teeth
maybe this is why she never smiled
the doll was given the name Dorothea Maye
she always wondered if she had been named for a dead niece
or a deceased sister or a murdered cousin
The old lady would sing the weirdest songs to her
“Dorthea Maye, now dead you be
You will never have the chance to grow old like me
I hid you away, deep where no one can see
far from this home, toward the Aegean Sea.”
the more quiet the doll was, the louder the old hag sang.
"Dorthea Maye, you annoyed me so much
The clothes you once wore are hidden in my hutch
Dorthea Maye, you will never annoy another
No one knows about you, not my man or my brother.”
I bet this is Halloween, and this is hell, the doll thought.
Jouhikko
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By: Ardor Futanari and
Ahegao Bellissifah
The only thing the rest of the world
has in common with us, is the birds,
bees, the sun and moon.
We are that special he told her.
strumming her ego and
assuring his stedefæst, to her.
She kissed him in gratitude.
her words were Libretto and there
relationship solid as they viewed there
togetherness as a work in progress.
"whence there are nought
might the edges of tomorrow
have us coupled together
as lovers friends and associates"
"then before God and man
" shall we stand together
hand in hand
woman and man
Amorous toward the people
that they may envy our togetherness"
Lush the evening a night spent with you
that such a gathering is an orchestrator backdrop
that heightens the emotional and sensual senses
eros, philia, and agape: love makes ordinary days feel magical
even in the worst of times it's special and meaningful.
God, deliver her to me,
For she is the only one
Who deserves my love and passion.
Her angelic descent to this earth,
A world that doesn’t deserve her beauty
Yet owes her everything,
Is why I long to see our souls intertwine.
The love I feel for her, God,
Is the same love you felt
Watching your Son baptized in the Jordan.
Just as the dove flew over Him, so does my heart.
I cannot find it in my heart to reject
The idea of her I have built.
Everything I’ve ever wanted,
She has granted with a touch.
Her graceful arms caress my coarse back;
Her slender figure flutters across my mind.
The way she tilts her head and smiles
Captures my gaze like no other woman can.
Her beauty doesn’t come without intelligence;
She is able to enlighten me to greater heights.
The truths I once struggled to bear,
She taught me with such tender mercy.
My Heavenly Father, she is Your creation.
I can see Your compassion through her.
She feeds the hungry and cares for the sick,
Loving children and the elderly as her own.
God, I implore You to let me
Love this woman of my dreams
As much as I love You.
sweet aroma of orange tea brought the fuzzy worm in from the cold
“would you like a bit of chocolate cake?” this inquiry never gets old
she has to put on reading glasses, to see the words in the book
the story is about Peter Pan, Wendy, and her favorite, Captain Hook
She settles down in a gold recliner, forming her own cozy restful nook
unseen personal problems
unsuspected by others
yanking her emotions
she keeps them hidden
her actions cause consternation and concern
confusing behaviors are misinterpreted
she is misunderstood, but keeps her secrets
trusting no one except herself
You support a mother taking life, protect the bullies dimming lights, defend the men violating Jane Doe’s, vote for someone who make’s million’s anger grow. Yet you say “Abortion is murder,” so are the mother’s actions. Yet you say “it was selfish,” no it was a pathway to freedom. Yet you ask “what was worn?” but that Jane Doe’s life was torn while the wolves only had an assignment while she was living in fear and confinement. Yet you say “He’s making America great,” but he’s also giving the right for children that don’t fit in the standard guide to be harassed, bullied until they can't live anymore. Yet they say "children shouldn't be interesting and into politics," but Politics should NOT be into children in any way, should they? So is life unfair because you can’t get what you want? Or is it unfair because people’s pain are ignored?
I was born with the weight of someone else's world on my shoulders
Is this the definition of an old soul?
Youth that carried ancestral curses like crosses and was forced to grow around their crushed bones
given a gift of rage that wasnt mine
until I learned how to call it my own
Once upon a time the screams had many voices , then one day they all started to sound like me, my mouth filling with words I was never meant to speak
I watched my innocence flee , and give my power to the fear that swallowed me
instead of running for my life, I ran straight into the knife that I carved out of my worries
the lost child bleeding in my hands
wherever you go i am there
the clouds may hold you
moving along upon silver wings
destinations to be kept
but i hold you in the forever
where the angels sing
where everything is you
where you are everything
and there i am at the gate's entrance
waiting to hold the wonder you are
when the mission is done
in my arms, my lips crushed in windfall
and in those eyes i could not ask of life
a nanometer more
Oregon 9/28/26
In her own soul's inner stillness,
There forever burns a willingness
To live a life filled with forgiveness
And love that leads to happiness.
I saw him lawfully wed
Calm , composed and mine
Once.
I saw him lawfully wed
Prayerful and resilient
With her in mine.
And I sighed for a poem
Our saddest thought is often a mistaken hoopoe
still capable of gluing a heart to know
Masjidul Haram, Masjid Al aqsa
Indecisive of him about Windsor
Yet almost assured about a hymn
As the song stressed
They do come home!
With a slide step she dances down the block
Then she plays hopscotch with her large pink chalk
Best Thursday she has had for quite a while
This might explain her gigantic, happy smile
you have these moments i am held
dazed in your essence
when your concern catches me deep
a vividness my heart surrenders to
the slight reverse touch to your heart
apprehensions walk deep within
a countenance of a mein
a soft prayer in a breath
God stop this
the soft plea only a woman possesses
that carries the dire warning
there are the unforgiven
pariahs who never return
this is one jewel in a chest
i keep in my heart from other moments
such as you looking up
lost in your garden, hands in dirt
upon knees, wiping a moist brow
asking, would you get me some iced tea
alas, the fate of a man who only drinks coffee
a man whose only wish when crossing the veil
accompanied by a chest of jewels
Oregon 9/26/26
there's a gentleness in the trade winds
dancing in the palm fronds
just beyond my balcony
where lie the rolling waves
kneading the shore
pelicans gliding those crests aloft
as the magnificent frigates glide above
rare occasions the dolphins debut
racing always southward
past the river and into the bay
thrilling the surfers on the long wave
to have such ocean brethren at play
and the later delights from this view
the setting sun in a disappearing glow
watching continually for that moment
the last gasp of the green flash
but by far my favorite, the descending moon
submerging into a silver highway
a path that beckons me to the other side
where you watch it rise
and as i watch it go
i find happiness in knowing
the joy it brings to one i loved
and still do
the absent one from this balcony
Oregon 9/25/26
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