Superstitious! Me?
Please! Don't take me for a fool
Knock, knock, knock on wood
Approached by a witch on Halloween one should, look her straight in the eye and knock on wood.Quote - Poet’s own
It's Halloween night, beware of the knock
Safeguard yourselves and have your doors on lock
There's witches on prowl, who cast a dire spell
Avoid those spells for they never do well.
Night sky is riddled with witches on brooms
With scary cats sat on the back they zoom
Surrounded by bats waiting to attack
Anyone out there, for a tasty snack.
Do not be tempted to sup a witch’s brew
There’s no telling the damage it could do
For they boil innards of rats and lizards
Be cautious as most witches are wizards.
Close your windows for ghosts are on the scene
If they sneak in you are likely to scream
Watch out for ghouls, they are demons and pests
And they don’t listen to angry protests.
It may be trick or treaters knock your door
Or devilish scamps who have no candour
Put treats outside, no tricks they’re a have not
Hark this advice before you get a knock.
Chill confines a diary of absence
as September keyholes a papered wall.
A smirk tears a face--escapee silence
--styles wall with nothingness, dead ends AWOL.
A bottle of spent wealth parlays about ...
tangled weaves justify the performance.
Pebble leather worships darkly, blacks-out
a ghosted pundit building blocks, mischance.
Cold fashions the well, tilt pour sands reserves.
Alas, pitched secrets facades of falsehood,
its prisoner scopes round a war of words,
sheathed arrogance knells myPhone, knock on wood.
Crinkled gone days lay ... flattery goes on.
Scrawled lines drown, looming voice curts; "My Dear John".
Blowing out candles on a birthday cake
or watching a shooting star fall to Earth;
are when we make a wish, we hope comes true.
We are unwilling to dismiss magic;
for fantasy's part of reality,
stretching the limits of what hope can do.
A wish is an improbable desire;
it may be personal and unspoken,
or it may be as cliche as world peace.
The enchantment behind making a wish,
is if we believe, we may be granted
our desire, or at least our odds increase.
A wish makes the unlikely possible,
if only in your imagination;
and it can imbue hope where there was none.
A wish lets you enter the world of dreams;
where spells and superstitions still exist,
and things, like knock on wood, are said and done.
Don't waste time,
On holding grudges.
Always make sure to add,
the finishing touches.
Say you're sorry,
When you should.
If you make a bleep,
Knock on wood.
Let go of things,
You can't change.
Stay clear from things,
That are pre-arranged.
Forgive,
If at all possible.
Think before you react,
Be responsible.
Your darkest hour,
Can be the brightest light.
Never give up,
Without a fight.
A new beginning,
Comes from a painful ending.
Try to complete the task at hand,
Try not to leave things pending.
All the painful lessons,
It makes you strong.
Helps you out,
keeps you plugging along.
Betrayal can make you,
More intelligent.
Only put effort into,
Things that are relevant.
Be quirky,
Attract the unattracted.
Stay on track,
Don't get distracted.
In the face of adversity,
Don't hit below the belt.
When you leave,
Let your absence be felt.
Some days go slow,
Others you make progress.
Believe in yourself,
Trust In the Process….
Turbo1904
To we stood
Knock on wood
We had a plan
In rain held hands
It was the lord above
With his love
And our bond
This is
HOW WE WON
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lR8BaGbOoL8
A twine of hope is worth more then a thousand strings of doubt
an open door more precious then , "the knock on wood" design
A lucky rabbit foot, a four leaf clover, just trinkets to amuse,
but a prayer on the lips can ease the soul & give a heart restore
One act of kindness is more real then the fakery and flattery of sly
and one good deed more valuable then a sedentary talk of good
Often love is grasped with fiery hands of lust and eyes of blind,
when all it needs is an ounce of grace, and time to grow;
Too late we learn the meaning of success and I for one confess
a yarn of truth is worth far more then tomorrows idle promise
honesty is a gleaning cup so who needs a fluted glass of bluff
when one straight talk is valued at the price of gold and myrrh
A twine of hope can be wrapped around your finger as reminder
and its better then a thousand "told you so " from a proud achiever
humble thyself when it comes to helping others never be deskbound
sharing poetry with you like this, is the greatest treasure I found …
Friday the Thirteenth
By Franklin Price
12/13/2019
Today's another Friday
The thirteenth is its date
Some say that its unlucky
Should take care at any rate
Don't walk under any ladders
Don't let black cats cross your way
If you find a penny, pick it up,
When traveling today
Don't break any mirrors
It's bad luck for seven years
Carry 'round a rabbit's foot
To help allay your fears
The Devil's sign is 666
Bad luck some people say
If you see it, knock on wood
And all will be okay
Cross your fingers, make a wish
Good luck will follow you
If you think, before you act
You'll have good fortune too
FYI
If you want to plan ahead
And superstition is your tune
When a month begins on Sunday,
Friday the thirteenth, coming soon.
If you're counting down to Christmas,
From today it's number one,
I wish you happy holidays
May all your days be fun
lets talk food
the weather is cool
let cook
not by the book
get down with turkey sound
let have collard green
some green bean
for the theme some white meat
gravey as a treat
now that finger licking good
you can knock on wood
this meal for all sinner
THE
THINKSGIVING SOULFULL DINNER
A knock on wood,
You entered my office ...
I was showing a young couple some diamonds -
Oval Brilliants and Emerald Cuts, I recall quite clearly,
"Message for you" ... you winked, and tucked a note into my hand.
While they fawned over the 3/4ct F-VS1 in the pin spots,
I unfolded the paper and read - 'I'm pregnant!'
Oh, I never felt as warm and full and joyous ...
How we celebrated and prepared ... for her, our sweetie!
One of life's happiest moments, indeed.
Why do you suppose I thought of that amazing instant,
That incredibly exuberant occasion ...
At the same time I threw my ring at your feet?!?
Ever worthless ... ever meaningless,
Gold turned to ragged rust,
Joys, now made barren ...
Love, now but war.
Charlie Chan
was an also-ran
till, knock on wood
~ 'So far, so good'
How're you doing?
I'm doing fine
Everything good?
Knock on wood
What's new?
Not much
Take care
Stay in touch
How's business?
Never better
Come back soon
It'll be my pleasure
What's going on?
Same old stuff
How are things?
Good enough
How're the kids?
A lot of fun
Going so soon?
Gotta run
See you later
Have a nice day...
Thanks for shopping
~ Don't forget to pay!
one superstition
knock on wood
trees make oxygen
MagiCicada13
Through telepathy
We mingle
With each other in empathy
Though single
In status and name
Society derides
Arguing we carry blame for the lame name
Detractor X rides
On interaction thrown
Into denigrating debate
To malice grown
Venomous of late
In a conundrum
With neither head nor face
That beats a war drum
Beaten aloud on the surface
Where ripples wander
Agog pandering to a swing of mood
That entertains a gender
Discourse when a knock on wood
Doesn’t suffice to calm down tempers
Driven the edge of anger
As sobriety scampers
For cover the longer
Distrust thrives
Amid longing
That arrives
When feelings
On edge snap me awake
In the middle of a dream
I can’t mistake
For life on the rim
That spins my poise
Displacing it from its centre of gravity
When a persistent noise
Draws my mind to the reality
That you and I
Forever together
Are meant to tie
Tightly like birds of a feather.
Should superstition be a religion
believing in luck either way,
don’t walk under ladders, beware of black cats
and knock on wood everyday.
Nobody tells you the rules
yet millions of people comply,
to some it’s a way of life
but most of them don’t know why.
When changing our environment
we use interpretations,
the basic ideas are the same
just different adaptations.
I have no idea when it started
or anyone I can blame,
so whether it’s faith, fate or luck
the mystery remains the same.
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