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Candy corn! Candy corn!
I want nothing else in my Halloween bag
but mounds of candy corn!
I could Trick or Treat all night
and then stay out until the morn,
but nothing screams Halloween to me
like a sack full of candy corn.
I marvel at its yellow cap,
followed by orange and its tip of white
and if I didn't get candy corn in my bag,
it would have been just a fruitless night.
And a ghost could try to scare me
and I wouldn't jump one bit,
but if I didn't get my candy corn,
I'd be frightened out of my wits.
A witch could put a spell on me
and then go flying into the sky.
Or a black cat could cross my path a hundred times
and I wouldn't blink an eye.
An owl could hoot in my ear until dawn
and I wouldn't hear a peep.
But if I didn't get candy corn in my bag,
I wouldn't be able to sleep.
A bat could hover over my head
and a vulture circle nearby.
A gaggle of goblins could follow me home
and the man in the moon could wink his eye.
A skeleton could tap me on the shoulder
and it would scarcely cause a fright,
but as long as I have candy corn in my bag
I'm the happiest soul on Halloween night.
copyright © 2019 Gregory Firlotte
Who, or what, do you think you are?
A Bollywood star
A Turkish bazaar
An iron crowbar
A permanent scar
A late-model NASCAR
An all-night Delhi darbar
A cowardly lion, ala Bert Lahr
A late-night replacement for Jack Paar
A postage stamp from the territory of Saar
A scene from MASH featuring Jamie Faar
An imported Swiss candy bar
A peripatetic avatar
A native of Madigascar
A powerful drug czar
A tractor-driver from Navistar
A pro golfer who can't even break par
An empty peanut butter jar
An unwritten memoir
A smelly, old cigar
A boring academic seminar
An unidentified flying object on radar
A diplomat from Myanmar
A fancy antique boudoir
A hardy-har-har-har!
So, that's it then, the Time that I kept envisioning
Has come, by itself, at its own pace,
Slower than that of a snail's
Yet, so subtly faster than even that of a cheetah's!
It's the last time that I shall get to admire the depth of your eyes
The last time that I shall have a chance to arouse your lips
The last time that I shall respond to the urgent needs of your touch
The last time that your eyes shall be locked into mine
Paving the space between them
With imaginary pebbles and cobbles
So as to allow our two souls to always be entwined with each other
Each time they would want to!
When the winds of fate had pushed me into your oceans
My still water pond had shaken up
Yet, when my flow got merged into yours
Life felt as sweet and as soothing as the bliss of candy
In the mouth after a heavily salted meal!
I never anticipated that our ending would be so abrupt
I did listen and abide to the skies
I did bare my soul, my heart and my femininity to you
Always thought I that we would depart to there where we belong
Together, as are words to pages!
Now, though, my tears have turned bloody
It is up to the higher powers to choose what to make of us
Our bodies and false identities shall be erased
We shall be forgotten in a world where we threw tantrums
To try to remain immortals!
Beloved, existing is of no use without you
Shall it be that no more are we to be bonded
I shall ask to be disintegrated
Pain has always inhabited me
Wish I to be freed from it
Pray, know that you are free and that your choices
Are solely yours!
I shall burn this last letter to you;
I know that its fumes shall follow you in the other world
While my soul here shall wait for when I shall be with you
Pray, I know our actions, our feelings and our choices shall be tested
And I trust in your heartbeats as I remain
Your Lover, lost in hopeless love for that which you hide
In the sacred sanctity of your heart!
For Contest: Last Letter to my Beloved
Sponsored by Silent One
Written on 11th Dec 2018
You explain your thoughts away.
Like cotton candy on a windy day
As your adventures never seem to end.
Talk of riding roller coasters straight to
heaven and back again.
You say you're an angel incarnate disguise.
Though you never say how you know this.
You're always wanting to sit by the sea.
You say, it's to wait for your lover, And
You're most definitely sure it's not me.
You take me on rides I've never been before.
I know I could get off your merry-go-round.
Not really sure how to do that, though.
As you show me the many possibilities of me.
Though I watch you slit your wrist.
As you let the blood run free.
And I do nothing to stop you.
Only because you want to be set free.
Fri. 11 pm 7/ 19/ 2013
Laughter bursting on the patio
Kites lifted through summer air;
A tenderness given by heaven
My child, this is where love abides.
Even as we play hide-and-seek,
The affection can be profound
As we watch each other grow
In deeper meaning of sweet unity.
Whether it be jar of marbles or tears
Such moments hold us dearer;
By simply recognizing this oneness
Crowned by tinkerbell stars.
Let's walk along the byways
Your polka -dot blouse tugging mine
With patches of cotton candy,
My child, this is where happiness abides.
Contest on Free Verse
Sponsored by Regina Riddle
24th Sept 2014
Rattling like Skittle packets in my hand,
seeds so miniscule will become so grand.
Bull's Blood Beets and Brandywine Tomato
begin the extensive garden rainbow.
Scarlet Nantes Carrots hide in the earth,
while Cronus Pumpkins expand showy girth.
Honeygold Corn boasts a barbecue treat.
Sweet Banana Peppers reach for the heat.
Green abounds in salad varieties
and fresh-off-the-vine, crisp Sugar Snap Peas.
Blue Vantage Cabbage leaves will soon enfold.
Borage attracts bees, periwinkle bold.
Purple Queen Bush Beans will lean together
while eggplant shines in dry August weather.
Like candy dreams, my mouth starts to water
with consumption hopes when days get hotter.
5-1-2021
Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Have you ever woken up feeling like a kid
With angels dropping cotton candy on your soul
When knocks on doors reveal no steps in snow
And shooting stars have white beards and presents?
I get lost sometimes under goose feathers and it feels good,
Broken speakers squeak Christmas Carols
There are no clocks on walls, only the rhythm of pine logs in the fireplace
It smells of the forest I used to fly with horses,
No saddles, no hats, no shoes, no wolves...
Just practicing tying my shoelaces and sitting up straight for life...
I watch her reflection secretly pray in a room made especially for us...
*
It's warm, pupils - two mirrors of colorful lights on a plastic tree...
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Iolanda Scripca copyright 2010
In 2020 I wish I had not let my mother die,
but bone cancer has a mind of its own, and does not ask permission
I am glad we had her memorial service on February second
For other mothers were buried in March
And the congregation was limited to ten mourners.
I am glad that I painted forty new canvases, and had the time.
In 2020 I wish I had more incentive to watch the U-tube videos
That showed me how to use GoogleClassroom and Zoom
As we have been using them extensively for eight months now
Man, I really really really wish I had paid more attention
how to set up appointments and how the calendar interacts with these programs. I feel happy that I wrote over two thousand poems though.
In 2020 I am glad that I got to see four of my grandchildren,
But feel sad that it has been a year since I have seen the other six.
I regret having shingles and asthma,
for these ailments have kept me from fully living this pandemic year.
It has kept me home, “safely” sheltered in place.
I regret my weight gain, but understand it.
Eating has been my only comfort in 2020.
I am excited to say I am eating a Milky Way candy bar right now.
Stillness
Canvas unmoved
Picture now painted
Where whispy gray clouds rule
Sun cast red on the horizon
Warns of foul weather ahead
Even jet exhaust is gray
Gives onlookers dread
The birds don't seem seem excited
For happily they wing
Roosters' crowing fills the valley
I wonder why they delightedly sing
Each inch of the sunrise
Changes the color of the sky
Cotton candy clouds float nearby
Soon the sun will rule
Heat the earth and the trees
For now the morning is glorious
Comfort and joy that please
There is always a moment in time
When the sun seems to back down
All becomes darker
Clouds wear a frown
Now gold sand fills the sky
Those clouds all aglow
The sun waits awhile
As the paint settles and moulds
Soon the precious minutes will cease
Work will rule the day
But in these moments brief
My spirit fills and plays
Took the hop-on, hop-off boat
To Skansen in the cold,
An open-air museum
Worth the visit, we were told.
We wandered 'round and stopped inside
Old farmsteads, barns and school
Where guides in olden costumes
Told the history, so cool.
Varieties of animals,
From ponies, goats and cows
Were there to see as well as
Nordic wolves and moose a'browse.
From there we went to Abba,
A museum filled with song;
Watched videos and naturally
Did dance and sing along.
Another boat to Old Town
And the Christmas market crowd,
Then watched a candy maker work,
Where everyone was wowed.
Stopped briefly in a Blues club
Where we listened, packed in tight,
To a band on board to usher
All its fans into the night.
Up next, a lovely dinner
In a cozy local place
Where they found a little table
So some tourists they'd embrace.
At last, we made our way back
To our room in the hotel,
On streets that by day 3 we can
Maneuver pretty well.
Tomorrow will be easy
For we've learned our way around.
It's a pity, though, that Monday
We'll be flying homeward bound.