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I was going to a haunted house, a ghoulish affair
Advertised in town with signs noting, "BEWARE."
They were posted with this cautionary warning:
"If you enter, there will be reasons for mourning.
Zombies will haunt you; you'll shiver with fright.
Vampires will be feasting this Halloween night!"
I drove to the site, looking forward to each hoax
but stopped when I saw goblins flying in the oaks.
They looked so real, but I knew it was only trickery.
I was ready to face the beasts, spooks and witchery.
I ventured into the eerie house, a smile on my face
until spiders fell on my head. This was a horrible place!
I saw a headless creature, blood gushing everywhere.
In the horror of the scene, I screamed words of swear!
I've never been inclined to use expletives of profanity,
but fear beseiged my senses near the point of insanity!
Something wet touched my neck, and I was paralyzed.
A freaky creature approached, as an alien, disguised.
I kicked the diabolic fiend, hell-bent on my abduction,
not scared enough to fall for a phony Martian seduction.
It had been a maze of dark corridors, frightfully bizarre.
All too realistic, I thought, as I walked back to my car.
I didn't notice the cluster of spiders crawling behind me
and laughed as the speakers faked the wails of a banshee.
It was cleverly staged, and I was impressed by each hoax,
until I was captured by those goblins flying in the oaks!!!
October 24, 2020
Emile Pinet's Halloween Challenge
10 required words: alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery,
abduction, paralyzed, Halloween, feasting, diabolical
Be your biggest critic, if you suck admit it,
doesn't mean you're finished or at the peak of your limits
just means you have the guts and the brains to revisit
the mess ups, mishaps and the resulting bits missing
adding to your knowledge which lengthens your vision
cuz the first serve is worthless when 30 serves have surfaced
and 60 80 90 reveal a skill that just might be frightfully unlikely
and appealing if conceding to the misleading feeling
the first serve was breeding that gave good reason to stop believing.
be heeding this reading
don't end it keep reaching
judgement isn't found at the first
always at the end, not the middle or birth
Jumbled and distractedly jarred,
I awoke beside myself like a wraith,
a spectator to my primal confusion,
hamstrung by the goddess Chaos,
psychotic and frightfully broken.
Drifting through scrambled shrapnel,
a witness to my scrappy scrabble salads
chasing my fleeting thoughts.
I was an ineffectual phantom weeping
wounded windswept in the rain,
a helpless hapless harlequin of shadows
in perpetual refrain.
Months passed while doctors pondered me,
I compressed moments into kaleidoscopic disarray.
My immediacy overruled past and future; and
all spacial orientation collapsed. I watched my
decline like a desperate specter, never seeing
how I could exit my vertigo maze.
But as abrupt as it began, it inexplicably stopped.
I was engulfed by luminous morning,
A bystander to my maelstrom no longer,
I arose astonished in tearful release
to a world of deeper textures
and fevered passions,
to this world where I am no longer
beside myself.
I’M COMPOSING MYSELF FOR CHRISTMAS
I’ve done all my Christmas CHOPIN
And got everything on my LISZT.
All in all I’ve been frightfully BIZET
And the Christmas break will be BLISS.
I’m away to the VILLA-LOBOS,
In HAYDN until New Year’s Day,
With a girl in my arms who’s mad about BRAHMS
And the note on the HANDEL will say,
“For GOUNOD’S sake do not disturb us
Except for our SUPPE tray
With two glasses of sweet MARTINU
And a bowl of crème BOULEZ.”
The COLE PORTER’S built the fire up,
The TELLEMAN’S tuned in the set,
We’ll POULENC ourselves down on the sofa
And drop ORFF and try to forget.
5th March 2023
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Death is not a due destination deserved;
rather, it’s a God privilege that’s reserved.
Yet, you yellow-bellied bigots feel frightfully
free to stalk and murder us—
Prey to be hung, shot, kneed, or by any means
to stop the Black Exodus.
Playing the Greek-like god that you are not, you’ve sought
to “whiteout” all who are black.
But with a Casper-The-Ghost comic-like eerie dumbness, you
can’t fathom what you lack—
That we hued ones of God have had hued eyes on the prize
far too long to be turned back.
As we continue to trek over a way that has been like sojourning
the valley of the shadow of death
And have more often than not been the unjustified victims of that
5th Amendment-like shadow’s fate—
Know that there’s no longer any apathy in us left and that judgment
day is coming to your bigoted racist hate.
...The blame lies most on the teachers,
all hell-bound to indoctrinate,
openly praising socialism,
don’t even bother hiding their hate!
They preach of using the system
to bring about their 'better world,'
then fill our kids with mindless crap,
theories that make good people hurl.
And for those in doubt about this,
think back to summer, 2020,
the riots that killed three-dozen,
burned down and hollowed our cities,
look back at the arrest records,
how many were ‘educators,’
it’s a frightfully large number,
and it leaves me rather disturbed.
These are the people teaching kids,
the same who hate their people in full,
No wonders our kids are ruined,
uncurious, brainwashed, and dull.
All protected by big unions,
laws that keep them from being sacked,
and protecting countless pedos
who in just worlds would get the rack.
They don’t talk about that secret,
molesters sent to ‘rubber rooms,’
people who should be fired and jailed,
protected from meeting their doom.
The amount of this stuff in schools,
the predators with designs dark
makes the sh-t with the Catholic church
look like a nice walk in the park.
If Covid has proved anything
it has made clear to countless folk
that their kids don’t need public schools,
much of what they teach is a joke.
Better to homeschool your children,
far greater results for their mind,
taught by people who value them,
flexibility for their time.
The statistics are evident,
the morality much improved,
better people, better thinkers,
less angry teens, violent and lewd.
If it means one parent can’t work
that’s a sacrifice you should make,
our greatest task in this lifetime
is to raise up a person that’s great.
And if you still cannot do this,
find private schools or religious,
free of the woke teacher’s unions,
they are still not a total loss.
You brought a life into this world,
there’s no future without good men,
don’t send you kids to public schools,
you’ll only be ruining them.
No more bare cupboards,
fridge, and deep freezer
since returning with more than
our share of daily bread
referring to this mister, who
frightfully squawks like an old geezer,
plus the missus
also ain't no spring chicken,
being locked within crosshairs
elderly stage, she doth dread
ample carload for us,
alleviating this bum searching
for crumbs to tweezer,
thus powdermilk raw bits of biscuits,
I need not scavenge, scrape, scrounge...
substantial commestibles
allows poet taster to breathe easy
inadequately satiates the missus,
(whose Godzilla appetite) defies
(cole) laws of nature to beef fed
predominantly healthy food,
that weighted our automobile like a led
zeppelin choking, intermittently
kickstarting, sputtering... along,
asper in (faux wheel) wheezer
putting utmost pressure
borne by taxing groovy tire tread.
Once mission (not so impossible,
but blessed relief) complete, I did aim
upon returning where we live
to acknowledge gratitude and claim
salvation for charitable deeds,
yours truly doth exclaim,
these volunteers, none I know by name,
nonetheless, a hearty poetic L'Chaim
afforded folks, who commandeer,
confidently coordinate quite efficient process
despite minor lament regarding
heavy toll stressing bulwark
quaking chassis, ripsnorting driveshaft,
shimmying entire automobile frame...,
hence no matter
our exhausted 2009 Hyundai Sonata
puttered along somewhat lame,
kudos to dedicated good samaritans,
worth their weight in gold to tame
hungrily growling, noisily rumbling tummies.
healthy choices allow, enabled,
and provided us to secure provender
eases glum countenance of this clown
gratuity finds me bowing down
paying metrical obeisance
versus depleting meager monies
engendering botox frown
nipping in bud
forestalling need going
grocery shopping
to the nearest town.
I came across a tale one day
about a hatchet on display
a crowd be had an oddity
I see no man but only me
mind pays less, its tales interest
as time goes fast like growing grass
the tailor comes and sits right down
the storyteller's not around
then, frightfully in front of me
fate dealt a blow, the hatchet be
from whence it came I know not where
as if it fell out of thin air
from behind me, a voice I heard
a manly voice in every word
said please excuse me buttercup
was meant for me I stood right up
to see who made that teasing sound
and while I stood I turned around
I could not see a single man
except, a lady with a fan
who held it upright to her face
are you dear sir in the right place
my presence here I came to hear
about that hatchet over there
what of that caused your purviews
about its tale, it spreads like news
there's no such tale, they only lied
our harm in jail, they tried to hide
that tale began in Wilson's years
we tried and tried but no one cares
since there's no tale what is the point
nothing to write or to exploit
you're a writer ... and unemployed
mayhaps unlike, poor Anne Boleyn
I like the way you made that sound
I need a bit of your background
start with your name it's Alice Paul
let's spread the news at DC Mall.
I've pushed and shoved my way
to the front of the field trip line
for I desperately desire to go
to the Fancy Foot Factory!
I have dreamed about this day for
like forever, so desirous am I to
trade in these freakishly funny looking feet
for smooth, svelte, sophisticated
small and oh so dainty feet
with the most admirable, manicured
toenails on the planet.
From the first moment I became
aware of my frightfully large
phalanges (I even recall playing
with my long toes as a kid)
and comparing them with other
normal kid's feet, I felt like
a female hobbit (fortunately, my
feet aren't hairy!)
They say the Fancy Foot Factory will guarantee
their foot replacement work, so I can feel
fancy and fashionable
for the right fee, of course!
One question, though. Do they come
with a lifetime supply of stylish sandals?
Written on 3/16/2017
He is my mirror,
Just what I wanted him to be!
His smile spreads permeating delight.
His storge love is my strength.
My achievement, my smile, my pride!
My upright and infallible child!
His prates, sanguinity, dreams and ambitions,
Are treasures of my life!
He is a wizard who ignites the warmth a family requires!
Yes, he is my caterpillar, my cute little firefly!
This is about 08/02/22.......the day..... …………………………..He turned back and just said NO!
May be my protective spotlight scorched his vibes.
May be I could not hold his hand tight.
May be I did not understand and guide.
May be my preaching’s were just too high.
If the bond never existed, how would it survive?
May be it was a mirage just to misguide.
The anxiety, the exhaustion does not let me survive.
How would I wipe away those sullenly eyes and exasperated goodbye!
The dreadful departure and my empty nest strive.
How would I get out of this woeful sigh!
Closed eyes and rolling tears can’t decide.
Referee the conflict or may I just hide?
How do I bring him back, how do I inveigle?
How long this saudade will survive?
I still stand here or I have just died?
Without him I can survive, no I defy!!
WORD REFERENCE:
Defy: Openly resist or refuse.
Sanguinity: The optimistic feeling that all is going to turn out well.
Strive: Struggle or fight vigorously.
Sigh: Deep audible breath expressing sadness.
Saudade: A sad state of intense longing for someone or something that is absent.
Inveigle: Using dishonest way to convince.
Storge Love: Affection that naturally exists between a parent and child.
Preaching: The giving of moral advice in a pompously self-righteous way.
Exhaustion: A state of extreme physical or mental tiredness.
Permeating: Spread throughout.
Scorches: Burn the surface of (something)
Sullenly: in a way that shows irritation, ill humour, or gloom; morosely
Exasperated: Intensely irritated and frustrated.
Prate: Talk foolishly or at tedious length about something.
Dreadful: Frightfully.
Infallible: Always perfect and right, without any errors or mistakes.