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Premium Member Halloween-Ish Memories

Halloween-ish  Memories
For Suzy Von Geldern

I miss you most of all at Halloween.
The way you'd greet the 'little munchkins'
as you called them, and praise them
for their costumes.  With your laughing eyes 
you'd feign surprise or fear -then invite them
 to take candy from a basket  by the door.

“I  vant to bite your neck.” you’d say,
with the empasis on ‘vant’ and we’d all giggle
in our costumes and delight in the escape.

Why, you'd make the hallway dark and spooky
with a  flickerin'  Jack O Lantern- 
a pumpkin face that Ned would carve each  year.
  
My mind fills with memories of the plastic ghost of Dracula 
hung each year  in that same spot on that same wall-
We’d pull the chord repeatedly 
to hear  the awful moans . 
 Yes! It really is at Halloween,
 I miss you most of all

Halloween Contest


Premium Member Where Would We Be

Where would we be without a second chance?

  Will you ever forget that pit in your stomach?
     That hollow, empty feeling when
  'The love of your life' walked out the door?

Is life really over, is all lost, after one failed romance? 
    Yes, it may feel that way for a while
    But then we take a deep breath
            Sigh a great sigh
    And move on to love's second dance

What of the lad who steals from a store
   An apple, a bar of candy, or even more?
Do we lock him up and institutionalize him
   Or find out why --- empathize with him

What of the schoolgirl who plagiarizes  
   For an innocent mistake -- forever stigmatized?
Or do we simply explain her the duty to give credit
   When citing sources or quoting from the internet 

Learning how to drive all too often engenders
   Minor mishaps: Rear-enders or fender-benders
Is that cause to give up forever -- an ignominious end?
   Or do we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off
                                   ~ and try, try again?!

Recall now the humble beginnings of number twenty-three
   The greatest basketball player the world ever did see  
At age 15 Michael Jordan was cut from his high school team 
   Did he up and quit the sport, or determinedly set out
                                  ~ to realize his dream?!

Be it in love or in school, we all get played for a fool
   Pray tell, where would we be with no second chance?


              January 20, 2019
 Entry in "Second Chances" Poetry Contest
       Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Form: Rhyme

Creepella the Evil Witch

She was no ordinary witch, and black was not her color oh no 
she wore purple robes and red silk hats with bat thorns 
as big and fat, as devil horns  
Her name was Creepella but they called her the old hag 
though barely 62 she was the skinniest bean on a tiniest rag  
Once, she had so many kids and didn't know what to do 
but then one day she ate them up served with rat tail stew 
Whenever someone passed her way and yelled "bless you "
she'd  put a spell on them, that no one could undo ...  
She was no common witch and wore her shoes too bright 
and when the ghost of Halloween came out to glean 
she'd rob their candy send them crying, oh she was so mean 
and when the kids were bold she'd called upon her big fat Moses 
an evil cat from hell that when he meows, everything decomposes 
No she was not an ordinary witch by far, she could drive faster then a car, 
and turn a baby into tar, with nothing more then the suck of her breath.

Premium Member Feeding Me With Your Love - For Contest

He tells me he loves me 
I’m his fantasy woman, the girl of his dreams
Now I’m so huge I can no longer function normally

Oh my man is so so wonderful, cares for me 24/7
Chocolate, cakes, candy always at hand
Meals so huge they would feed a family for a week

Says he adores the way I look … just a few more pounds
The bigger I get the more desirable he finds me
Tells me I’m so sexy – no one ever said that to me before 

I know my health is at risk
Doctors tell me if I gain any more weight I could die 
But he says he loves me …

Food Can't Live with it can't live without it Contest – Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
07~17~15

Poem based on a documentary called ‘Fat Girls and Feeders’

Premium Member Lone Dove Cries

Lone Dove Cries


riding on a chariot
of chocolate doves
merging in the ring of candy love 
life was blue skies
at first
you brought me joy
and
apple pies to work
slices that we shared
of each others life
ambrosia tasted good
food for thought
never tasted so well
savoring every word 
from your sweet lips
dancing on my tongue
oh how I wished
oh how I wished
there were more blue skies
and discoveries
of pink horizons
oh how wished
the storm clouds 
didn't show it's ugly face
raining on our hopes
on our chariots
of chocolate doves
now broken, saddened
tearful eyes reined
for
a lone dove stutters and cries

connie pachecho

7/22/17


Premium Member Spring On the Prairies

Spring dapples the prairie flatlands
with colors' majestic splendor.
And the landscape gets painted with
purple pigments and soft pastels.

Tepid Chinooks melt mountain snows
that feed meandering rivers.
Fueling lazy loops, snaking
across an emerald grassland.

Dawn, gilding the edge of darkness,
heralds the day's resurrection.
And a rising sun imbues light
with a sense of hope and magic.

A watermelon horizon
marks the birthplace of a new day.
And pink, cotton-candy clouds float
upon a sea of vermilion.

Reminiscent of paradise,
Nature's wildflowers are in bloom.
And their dew-kissed petals open,
basking under indigo skies.

Premium Member The Punchbowl

The Punchbowl

Twelve cups, prominently placed around the lovely, antique bowl.
A graceful and elegant occasion set. 
A celebration of birth, life, wedding, anniversary, death and heaven. 

Floating inside, orange ice-cream, clear seven up?, maybe…
Pieces of strawberries, whole raspberries and slices, rings of hot candy.
Life is full of traditions, and some are so overlooked. 
Gathering together, talking, sharing and loving one another. 

Twelve cups, prominently placed around a lovely, antique bowl. 
12 disciples surround Our Lord, with prayer. 
The giver of all things important, lifted up with every glass.
Cheerful holiday greetings, occasions that make us remember, 
“we” are family.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.

Silhouettes In Moonlight

~

Cotton candy swirls
on a pink flamingo sky
Late December wishes
that are slowly floating by
Apricot horizons
glowing softly ‘cross the hill
Twilight born emotions
falling on this night so still
Sweet seductive touches
to caress my quivered skin
Satin slipper kisses
moist along my lips again
Silhouettes in moonlight
move in rhythm ‘pon the ground 
Whispers in the darkness
come a most melodic sound
Sighs that lace the heavens
flow from breaths in rapid pace
Tickles formed of pleasure
bring a smile to your face
Midnight moans encircle
as your beauty leaves me numb
Finding love this evening
waiting for the dawn to come

~
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Breakfast

Weekend
Fast fade
Monday morning
Mother in a rush
Footsteps 
Quick beat
Feet barely touching 
Cement 
Dropping me off 
Was Mother’s necessity.

In the kitchen
Grandmother and Mother 
Exchanged easy words
And laughter
Sun shining
Inside
Puffy faced
I searched an old cigar box 
For the candy and change
Hidden there.

I 'm going to make you a good breakfast
Said grandmother
If I said I had cold cereal 
It would upset her
We walked slowly
To the corner grocer
Grandmother's hand trembled
As she picked up the change from the counter
We have butter she said
And we have eggs and we have milk.
Good now you can eat
The store owner smiled 
The door bell clanging goodbye for us
Holding grandmother's hand
Not a care in the world
Breakfast was crepes
Thin as paper
Full of jam

Mother worked
Someplace in the City
Tall buildings
Strangers everywhere
A place where no one smiled
A noisy place
Of strange sounds
Moving cars 
Pushing people
A place from where
She came home 
Tired and angry
Why it was 
I was too young to know.
Form: Narrative

The Typical Earth

It’s never still. 
Like a clicking jaw. 
Thoughts get relayed. 
Sometimes replayed with a new cover song. 
It’s not just what could exist. 
It’s like a cradling feeling, unreal. 
In real time or unfunctional. 
They claim. 
It’s never still. 
It’s whooshing with no sound. 
It’s gracious imagination which nods to me. 
I saw a jaw. 
Disintegrate as if it was my own. 
And I closed my eyes as if eyes can hold still. 

Please believe me when I say:
Thoughts can’t be stilled. 
Try to crack them with a hammer. 
And get another vision. 
Try to forget the crackling. 
And another candy wrapper falls from the sky. 

It’s never still. 
My thoughts are ribbons. 
Got overshadowed by:
The typical earth.

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