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We are clinging and clanging all over this morning-night,
Fearlessly making every noise we can,
Trying to wake up the day.
And it is only three a.m.
I am inanimate. How do I know that?
Cannot explain the how, but I do.
And I know my friend with the crystal bird on top does too.
She shrugs her chimes and rings as if warning a bandit that we have guns.
Bandits do not carry guns, right?
Anyway, I always picture them with a big burlap bag.
How could they simultaneously hold a gun and load the loot?
I was only inside our house once, to get my tag clipped off,
But I remember it was pretty plain.
Probably no loot.
My wind chime friend with the golden chimes is shivering, shaking this morning.
Bringing more tinkles out of him than usual.
I am trying to stay calm as a baby raccoon bats
My chimes hard. I hate it when they learn
To climb up the porch rail.
Where is this raccoon’s mother?
I try to let her know what he is doing
By telepathy, but she is slurping up cat food. She does not turn around.
Bat. Bat. Bat. Bat.
My favorite lowest left chime is barely
Hanging on now by a broken thread.
Bat. Bat. Bat.
I wish I could
Speak raccoon.
I would give him
A piece of my chime.
Written 8-18-2018 Contest: Wind Chimes – free verse
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
I have a son who is so stupid that I want to give him a slap.
He wanted hushpuppies and I said "We got no time for that crap!!"
I'm Buford T. Justice and I'm a Bubblegum machine.
I'm the best sheriff that the state of Texas has ever seen.
I've been chasing a man who calls himself The Bandit.
He frustrates me so damn much that I can't stand it.
I've tried and tried but he's somebody that I can't catch.
He drives 110 miles per hour, I've finally met my match.
When I starred in the 3rd Bandit movie, the Bandit turned out to be fake.
My idiotic son and I will catch the real Bandit no matter what it takes.
alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed , Halloween, feasting, diabolical )
Halloween Night
Halloween is never an alien moment for those who love to trick or treat
a caricature face painted in caked blood and fangs is an aim to scare
Donning superman capes they go door to door with cautionary meet
masked like vampires, a closed mouthed muffle in gist says, we care
Trickery can be fatal done in mindless chatter and spittle of BOO
we don't want to face abduction of childhood thrills, so better not ignore
Paralyzed by fear can be good or bad this is a circumstance of new Halloween it up partners in crime but keep a distance don't abhor
Feasting on candy day succeeding all good, but wear a mask for me
diabolical ways are subtle a masked bandit is a welcome sight to see.
October 30, 2020
Sponsor Name: Emile Pinet
Contest Name: Halloween Challenge
Sometime Small Things are Huge
Written: by Tom Wright
3/6/2014
God,
You left with me your spiritual charge,
For this heart that only you could see.
You introduced a person into my path,
Along with a tremendous responsibility;
You burdened my heart for this one soul,
Beyond any that previously I’d known.
Years crept by while that bandit time,
Reminded me of seed I’d left unsown.
I seldom knew the correct thing to say,
And this often caused my heartfelt sorrow.
I could only pray that this life be changed,
And in some manner I’d know tomorrow.
As time whispered days grew into years,
I oft thought of this person’s well being.
I knew my prayer’s had not been in vain,
But questioned whether again I’d be seeing.
And then one day came a joyous surprise,
A letter that made the world seem right.
The immediate change seen in this person,
God had cleansed a heart making it white.
The Devil spoke to me
with glee about what could be, promising, possibly,
he thumbed a drum of hearts pulsing
so I could see the drug of love
that I was missing,
a tempo true and rude impossible to elude
took my breath to the hue of blue,
reflections of calm joy and coy laughter,
refractions violent and violet floating vibrantly,
demons and angels in the flesh fighting forever for admiration
of a clever and aloof Trinity demanding dues,
he said may your body be dense and follow the sequence
of the spirits with you and never miss your cue,
I was awestruck, rendering enquiry futile
as prayers in perdition,
the clouds were copious, his face lucent & sizzling,
nefarious and dangerous these galleys and valleys are,
gamble the gambit of your soul's sanctity,
In the cold stillness consumed by a gray melody
an ancient perfume of rose blood
inflated my mind moonstruck,
a woman wise and disguised like a brilliant bandit
with persuasive eyes presented to me keys to her city,
the Daughter of my Devil was indellibly pretty and sitting lonely saying,
believe me through love and find liberty,
try your luck in rivers red
and in deep seas soliciting felicity,
pick a course and secure your rolling rope
to this feather never to pluck,
horse power and a flower dower,
love your Mother always in hallways dark,
then I was born once more -
J.A.B. 2003
Let the muse snooze!
The poor dear having been
drained of all rhyme in search
of reason…
Let the muse have a day
of rest...when, regenerated
he will be closer his best…
But don’t let the muse confess --
that he relies on a higher address…
maybe even, an all inspiring Jesus
He let his muse snooze…
what the heck, his muse
long played, the author
tried dealing word-cards
from his own pictured deck.
He dealt a rhyme, in manic time,
thinking himself a Carson City gambler
then a bandit with a slot marked dime
realizing himself a trite rambler
Then played a horn
and beat a drum….
I know he’s too small to reach but Popeye did it.
He has some friends you know, Peaches and Bandit.
You don’t know them because they just moved here,
but I heard them downstairs when I was nowhere near.
Peaches is a big Great Dane like our old dog Patton.
Bandit is a friend from our old house in Manhattan.
Popeye knew he needed Peaches to give him and Bandit a prop;
so he climbed the back of his friend and onto the counter top.
How did he get to the top of the fridge? That’s a cinch.
He’s been practicing his high jump to get every inch.
A small running start and Bandit was there to spring off his back.
Like a superhero Popeye soared and knocked down a snack.
I came down as soon as I heard the shatter of the cookie urn.
And don’t worry, I told his two friends they could never return!
5/5/2016
Tall Tales Contest - judged on 5/17/2016
I may have been bullied
and I may have been slandered
but I ain’t no pussy
or a backdoor bandit
with desperate standards
alike feeble cowards
sieving slander
needing power
their grace honour and pride abandons
allowing lows below lowest chartered
shameless disgraces devour unburdened
humans are objects to the heartless
alike a tool with no value
moulded to be cruel
sneaky not sinew
false and feeble
snipers claiming their warrior
far from the battling hell
slyly aiming the field of rioters
cowardice of a perplexing scale
stabbing backs just too stab backs
safely camouflaged never stabbed back
simple safe stuff no planning no map
you failed I quit wanted me sacked
now thinking you live off the hook
strike back straight why would I wait
Friday night drinking you have a look
when I control your mental state
references for John Anthony weren't given hmm,
still I got the job,
lied to get the current wage you're living on,
still have a job? you do not
I'll tell your employer
and it'll be joy,
I'll be the life destroyer
you'll be my toy
I may have been bullied
and I may have been slandered
but I'm in no hurry
to reap the advantage
Belle hung out and consorted with outlaws,
So folks shunned her and called her a scoff law;
But things aren't as they seem,
And though not squeaky clean,
'Twas the men in her life who were outlaws.
Sam Starr was a Cherokee man.
They married and lived on the land.
To friends who were weary,
They gave sanctuary,
In their home out on Cherokee land.
When Sam was killed in a gun fight,
Belle mourned his death day and night.
With him life was good,
He did what he could,
To provide what he thought was right.
To stay home on Cherokee land,
She must marry a Cherokee man,
So she married Sam's cousin,
Just to have a husband,
But Belle still missed her Sam.
Belle lost her life one fine day,
On her way home from a visit they say.
No one knows for sure,
For the history is poor,
But they ambushed her while on her way.
So the queen was brought to her knees.
Shot down like a dog if you please.
Remember this well,
And you won't go to Hell,
If you lay down with dogs you'll get fleas.
The raccoon was brazen
Bold, devilishly handsome
I fell in love quickly
I know. Raccoons are no good for opossums
But the heart wants who the heart wants.
We met on a warm day
in the throes of summer
He was eating cat food when I arrived
to the consternation of a gray tabby
who was sitting on a prissy
large-flowered puffy porch chair.
“spoiled princess”, the gentleman said
with his large bandit eyes.
“brat probably” I replied, demurely, flicking my pink tail.
He stopped eating and looked at me for second.
Wandered off porch, giving me the rest of the food.
Lights began flickering on and off.
I thought it was lightning at first
Then a large WallyGeemer tromped out.
He was in his underwear.
I flipped to my side, pretending dead.
“EDNA!” the WallyGeemer screamed.
I had heard this voice before.
It is a voice of fear.
He went back inside and slammed the door.
I was halfway back to the marsh when the
generous Raccoon stepped into my path.
“Would you um like to um…”
“Of course,” I said.
And we did.