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Bulgarian Kukeri honors ancestral ways at annual feasts
Descendants don wooden masks and faces of bird or beasts
Filled with metaphoric meaning, meant to inspire fertility
Also purposely pointing out a young man’s oncoming virility.
There are many reasons for Kukeri which diverts the evil eye.
Location and region enter into the discrepancies of the where and why.
As the dancers invite good in while they chase negativity out.
Fantastical masks and elaborate costumes dancing round about.
Bells ringing the truth of the Kukeri customs in Bulgaria style.
Come stand by me, you can see them for a country mile.
Invoking fertility of animals, people, as well as a popular crop.
This is an ancient Bulgarian custom that surely will never stop.
Your unique identity, a priceless gem,
Will shine with brilliance, shall never dim.
For God, in His goodness, shall be by your side,
Instructing you with His mercy being your guide.
Divine destiny, wrapped within your soul,
No evil eye can alter, no darkness can control.
For angels are released, to guide and protect,
God, your rearguard, His love will not neglect.
His presence goes ahead, like a beacon of light,
Illuminating your path, banishing the night.
His mercy and goodness, companions on your quest,
Faithfully heavy lifting, as you give your very best.
Within you lies fountains of creativity, waiting to bloom,
God's Word, the secret in you, dispels the gloom.
With divine interruptions, He reshapes your way,
Unleashing creativity, day after day.
Elohim, the Creator God, infusing your core,
With His divine presence, you will explore.
Responding to His light, embracing the healing glow,
Seeing your path clearly where miracles flow.
Yesterday, I met the ghost inside of me
He told me he’s from Tennessee
Why had he been here, if in a day he’d disappear
To me all of it was unclear and yet I did not fear
I had to know the reason that made him be
Here. If only the future I could foresee
I did not see the relevance of his existence
I wanted him to leave without any evidence
Was it because I feared the thought
Of him bringing out something I distraught
Picturing the manifestation of my mind
Suddenly he reappeared leaving me confined
This feeling was familiar I thought
Was it real or was it naught
I did not want to do something I repined
With so many clues around I felt blind
I wanted to know who he was and kept him by my side
So I decided not to ward him off with my evil eye
An epiphany waiting to strike my conscience
I got from my mind many responses
It doesn’t take an Albert Einstein to realize this
He wasn’t a stranger from the abyss
I was so reckless I hadn’t realized then,
That it was my long lost friend that I never saw again
Like a royal parade,
they waddled across
the well traveled thoroughfare
teeming with autos crawling to a stop;
otherwise road rage reduced to admiration.
The regal drake held his head high—his eyes
piercing straight ahead—oblivious to the traffic.
The obeisance of his trailing brace
reflected a solemn reverence to their chief.
A mother hen shot an evil eye to a baby Donald
who quickly got back in step before exiting onto
the dew laden emerald grass—Glistering.
With the aura of a spa for creatures
bearing wings or fins or tails, as well as feet,
the pond awaited them—one by one
quacking with pleasure as they entered.
As we mounted our bikes
to continue our ride, auto horns
began to honk and obscene words
abated the serene ambiance.
We are besieged in our garden
By a calculating Cat
Who’s decided we’re its Humans
And that’s the end of that.
It’s there every morning
Sitting in our Patio chair
And when we go to bed
It’s still sitting there.
It disappears at odd times
For various reasons of its own
But for the vast bulk of the day
We are seldom left alone.
The slightest movement on our part
Arouses it from its apparent slumber
And it’s up to the French Door
Giving us the Evil Eye Number.
We’re resisting wholeheartedly
With all our body and soul
But day by day we feel
It’s nearer getting in control.
Friends and family all tell us
There’s many worse fates than that
Of being the Chosen Carer
Of a Wily Calculating Cat.
It’s standing on the step now
Giving me that unwavering stare
Just to emphasise the point
That it’s still waiting there.
I noticed cat food on the shopping list.
I tell Sue its not a matter of the cost.
If we just crack once and feed it
We’ll be forever lost, lost, lost.
We’ve brushed it and combed it
And it got a little huffy
But at least now a days
It’s less unkempt and scruffy
And, of course its still waiting
Patiently out the back.
It’s a tense war of nerves
As to which of us will crack.
Walking near the Old Dark House under a morose moon sky,
I spied a furtive glance at Old Demon Jack’s big ugly evil eye.
This Jack O’lantern is not by any means a friendly funny face,
For he makes your blood run cold with a leering gruesome grimace.
While looking at people with a distinct Mephistophelian delight,
Both of Old Demon Jack’s eyes give all a quite palpable fright.
This Jack O’lantern sits perched by the Old Dark House front door,
Waiting for each Halloween to seek its revenge and even the score.
Old Demon Jack’s spirit eternally lives on in this undying fruit gourd,
Annually resurrected for Halloween—one of the Devil’s own horde.
This Jack O’lantern is indeed a macabre physical object from Hell’s pit,
And Old Demon Jack’s spirit lives there possessing souls as He sees fit.
On Halloween beware of the Old Dark House there on Old Hob’s Lane,
As Old Demon Jack and The Devil, will cause you agony and unending pain.
Now you know this is not the house on Halloween to make a trick or treat,
For in the end it will be your final destination and you’re The Devil’s Treat!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (September 25, 2014)
When dark clouds bring an outpouring of tears on your parade
When glorious dreams and plans have been delayed...
STAND
When the evil eye stares you down
When deep-seated hatred tries to turn that smile into a frown...
DO STAND
When thieves and knaves come for a seizure
When inciters come to disrupt your leisure...
PLEASE STAND
When there are no claps or applause
When the breath of exhaustion breathes on your neck, urging you to pause...
BY ALL MEANS, STAND
And remain standing in spite of__
Because all help comes from the most high above
Tale of a Squirrel's Tail
There once was a very impudent squirrel
pretending to be an innocent girl
she wore a blonde wig
tried to act so big
dancing and prancing, giving life a whirl
One day I caught her peeping at my sill
gave me an evil eye...if looks could kill
shot back with a frown
had to take her down
I'll get that meddlesome squirrel. Yes, I will
She's not naive like sweet lil Goldilocks
but was wily like a devious fox
no porridge she'd find
I spanked her behind
with the heel of my brand new rubber crocs
She screamed at me until her face turned blue
"I'll get even with you, before I'm through!"
Oh, she is quite nuts
She limps 'steada struts
Whiney baby was crying, "Boo hoo hoo."
She cursed naughty words and off she scurried
Twitching her bushy tail as she hurried
I'd no cause to fret
Rodent trap was set
Tonight I'll feast on squirrel that's been curried
^..^ ^..^
4/27/17
For Jan Allison
syllables of 10-10-5-5-10
These here trails are long and wide; I've
ridden them for years.
I gave up the outlaw ways some time ago
and faced my fears.
I'm a visitor in this town; folks are giving
me the evil eye,
Riding on my horse with a gun at my side I
feel danger’s nigh.
Though I haven't had to draw my gun in
a very long while,
I've never backed down from any fight
that ain't my style.
But I won't be here much longer; I'm
just passing through,
However, if someone challenges me
they'll be sad they drew.
In the corner of my eye, I see some-
one walking my way,
I don't want to wound a man today or
have him be prey.
I slowed down my horse and greeted
him with a nod,
He drew his gun and pulled his trigger
but missed, I was awed.
I jumped off my horse, grabbed my gun
and shot him dead,
He didn't have a chance to shoot back
he fell like lead.
Mounted my trusted friend and left that
ghost of a town,
It seemed odd that the onlookers were
no longer around.
I didn't want to relive my gun fighting
days but I'm no coward,
That day, I put my old life behind me
and it's happy trails onward.
*I haven't a clue if this is correct, but I decided to
give it a go.
01/20/2021
Contest: Cowboy
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Sponsored by Line Gauthier.
I do not like you folk
I do not like you woke
I'd rather you not spoke
Your throats I'd like to choke
All you do is criticize
See things with an evil eye
The embodiment of cancel culture
The predator we call a vulture
I do not like the clothes you wear
I do not like your unkempt hair
I do not like you here or there
I do not like you anywhere
I do not like you folk
I do not like you woke
Your opinions are a joke
I hope you end up broke
May all your plans completely fail
Then all of you wind up in jail
And if you try to ban this poem
I'll put some ants into your scrotum
~ Theodore Geisel, posthumously