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Ghost Buster’s Eve
‘Tis the time
to shoot slime.
Adults Only Costume Party
Sex kittens prance.
Sultry nurses dance.
Party Food
Served eyeball soup
and goopity goop
A Bobbing Good Time?
Apple I get;
face sopping wet!
House of Creeps
The chainsaw guy
made me cry
A-Maze-ing Fright
Lost girl walks
where corn stalks
Jack O’Lantern Greeters
Bright as torches,
pumpkins on porches.
Night of Royals
Small and fair,
princesses are everywhere.
Trick or TWEET
One poor nerd
plays Big Bird.
Halloweenie
Wearing dumb costume -
a dashound’s doom
The ‘Trick’ to Trick or Treating
Door to door,
speediest kids score.
Vampire Candy
Dracula’s favorite treat
is bloody sweet.
Raiding the Kids’ Trick or Treat Bag
Of chocolate stuff,
can’t get enough
Over and Out
Big Harvest Moon.
Thanksgiving comes soon.
Nov. 3, 2018 for Mark Toney's Six-Word Couplet Series Encore Poetry Contest
You have read my adventures
Along with Etto my droid
We are fighters of evil
As we leave them destroyed
But where am i from
I hear you all ask
I'm from Cygnus-X1
Where we live true without masks
Where you stay
I stayed there before
My ancestors left
Before your planet became sore
We left planet earth
Quite some time ago
With a different race
A different galaxy we would go
Our planet is similar
We remain oxygen breathers
Residing on continents and quadrants
Interplanetary greeters
When you look to our skies
You see our many moons
They now deflect comets and meteors
Just like a space broom
Our buildings are based on
Architecture of the past
Pyramid shaped
A style built to last
Our army is vast
For freedom they will fight
With weapons you only dream off
And spaceships of might
Our intelligence is so strong
We hear signals from afar
Hence my visits to your earth
To assist you from harm
My name is Semaj
With Etto my droid
We are always here should you need us
To save you from void
Maybe one day
I'll say, welcome to my world
Then you'll know you have been welcomed
As you would hear my words
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Christmas Cheer
My aunt was very old and lived alone,
But loved in a way no-one can fathom,
So at Christmas time I visited her tidy,
To chat, converse, laugh and rhythm.
I had flushed cheeks from stepping out,
And coming into the radiating heaters,
The warm coffee grinned to greet me,
Was superseded by Aunt Liz's greeters.
There was tinsel above the hot fire place,
Two Santas sat genially, hanging around;
I guessed she'd have wished to marshal,
Coloured tinsel all throughout the ground.
So I asked if she had some decorations,
Yes, and I stuck them on the walls plain:
The fibre optic tree radiated with cheers,
For the whole to mirror this hearty twain.
I tendered a quiet question on the faith,
Without sound she inhaled saying ‘Well’,
Knowing something, pointing to her head,
Means doing: no air, tell, or external shell.
Saying ‘Jesus’ with downward inflection,
My eyes friended hers, cheeks relaxed:
The description of divinity was the boy,
And the description of the boy was faxed.
The inside - so hard to mention around:
And she nodded ‘It's in here’, it's the inner;
The snowball fights, families, wine, jokes,
Enliven and invigorate the spirits, a winner.
In trepidation the guest enters
done is the signing up part
now to find their way around
reading the poems of others
checking around the site
nervous and a little unsure
they finally post their first poem
and down swoops an angel of mercy
Gently taken by the hand
the new poet finds a friend
and is made to feel so welcome
things not understood explained
Gentle encouragement to take part
they are shown if they comment
many will comment back and greet
and so a new poet absorbs and grows
Adding their own unique flavour
to the bubbling cauldron of words
all this only made possible
by Linda, Skat and Anne our greeters
written 02/05/2014
contest: Skat's A Special Valentine note address
For a universe that owes me nothing - it certainly expects a lot.
I’m just a person with a pulse
and some borrowed confidence.
Does that surprise you?
I don’t like being the center of attention.
I think my Grandmère’s trying to grind that out of me
by putting me in klieg-lit situations.
Twice, in the last 6 months, she’s planned teeming receptions
only to show up late - leaving me to do the line. I’ve ‘discussed’ it with her,
“You’re not funny,” I dead-panned her, “STOP it - seriously.”
Both times it happened, Peter (my bf) pumped me up to get me started, “Humiliation’s temporary,” he pronounced.
and the next time, "You're tougher than I think.”
“You’re the BEST,” was all I could reply, before I stepped into each small disaster.
We’ve all been to parties, I assume.
My Grandmère’s tend to be formal - which means stuffy -
with important people who want to be with important people.
The host greets everyone and makes them feel welcome.
François, one of my Grandmère’s corporate minions had the task
of standing discreetly in back of me to feed me names and facts -
just like in a movie.
When mingling, I practice conversational Jujutsu - I deliberately
shift the conversational weight to the person opposite me.
I’ve come to see hosting as choreography.
I’m the Roomba of greeters.
If Med-school has taught me anything, it’s that:
People can sense panic the way dogs smell bacon.
The trick is to keep smiling - until it feels like personality.
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A song for this:
Royals (feat. Puddles Pity Party) by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
Smile away by Paul McCartney
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François, a handsome, 29ish, perfectly tailored, hipster with straight blonde fringe-hair and a Sorbonne Université MBA, is one of my Grandmère’s conglomerate, executive-secretarial minions. For years he’s coordinated things for Peter and I, like concert tickets, restaurant reservations and travel plans.
Cork The Hole!
" Luv's-A-Leakin "
What does God see, what does He think?
Where will man, his value, place?
Will it be in this physical birdhouse,
or in the crafter's smiling face?
And what if this birdhouse should become
part of your home's decor.
With It's aroma of wood, glue, or paint,
but wait, there's yet much more.
It all began as a labor of love,
conceivably crafted by future Church leaders.
Perhaps, from among them will come Missionaries,
Pastors, Deacons, or Church greeters.
Crafted by small, yet unskilled, hands,
each accomplishing a given task.
And as recipients, you were chosen,
you bargained not, nor dared you ask.
As you enjoy your priceless birdhouse
Think Vacation Bible School, 2001.
Recall adults, sharing their faith in God,
while making this undertaking fun.
While actual birds may never opt,
in your Birdhouse to abide.
You will surely need a cork,
to keep It's contents secure inside.
And they came home battered, bruised,some we had to carry, unlike other armies ,we don’t shoot our wounded
We give them fresh water, tend their wounds,, sustenance to mend their soul and nourishment for what ails.
They come back from the front lines at all hours and always with love their bound
Stroud where their love is abounded
To cheers and salutations and our greeters summoned great support
Some of our wounded suffered Covid and death ,the pyres stacked high with wood and carried
Meetings ten ante meridiem and ten post meridiem , everyday of the year
Bloody and ragged, torn and hungry
Stroud where we are proud to serve,
God isn’t afraid to walk freely and His grace loves His steep streets
Mums never hide and Me Dad never shirks a duty nor a pint ,My sister is
quite the sassy one though
glib glassy green-eyed gruesome ghoulish goblins grabbing gloriously
glitzy glimmers of gourmet garnish. Giants give garbled ghosts gruff
growls. Gargantuous groups of glamorous gargoyles give greeters
goopy green gravy. Garbanzos grab globs of giant gamblling goulash.
Glum grieving giraffes generate gibberish in German. Granulated grocers gripe about grimy glittering goblets. Gainful games google greening, guessing about grimy graveyards of gruffly grotesque ghouls. Glam Grandma Gigi gazed at gradual greasy grasshopper’s greedy game-changing griddles and granolas. Grazing garbled granite gleaned Greta Garbo’s grateful giblet. Gus’s glorious greasy gangly go-go galoshes garnishing Gilly's’s gristled grizzled gemstone gleaning gallons of gracious gangly gallows.
Everything has an END
The time I spEND
And sentiments I intEND
With my family and friENDS
But not with Jesus
Everything has an END
The breath I expEND
Trying to drive a point to its END
Maybe just driven crazy as one may contEND
Jesus I need you now
“All things must come to an END”
Said Chaucer as the 1300’s would dispEND
Never say never: be always ready to defEND
Your faith in the One who descends
Everything has an END
Up around the bEND
Heading somewhere to pretEND
Or an email that I sEND
Even our sin, that nasty trEND
Everything has an END
From the day’s blessings I lEND
And thoughts I comprehEND
And the clothing that I mEND
But not the spirit Jesus’ commends
Everything has an END
The time that lovers spEND
The hand that greeters extEND
Can you step twice into the same stream that bENDS?
But not numbers and where they extend
Everything has an END
My anger and things I rEND
My laughter and things I sEND
My sin and the thoughts I fEND
But in Heaven with Jesus there will be no end
Everything has an END
My time on Earth and space I bEND
The musical (and truncated) crescEND
The Suffering Servant and what that portENDS
Even this poem and the words I blEND
The Yuletide Season
Seen through the window by the fireplace’s illuminating fuel
Is a family gathering celebrating the Yule;
A union of Noël greeters in wondrous delight
Expresses warmth, joy, and happiness within the house.
They wish each other a Merry Christmas with sincerity and cheer
And exchange cards and presents while snapping pictures.
In the corner, a fir tree stands with a star topper bright
Decorated with ornaments, tinsel strings, and twinkling lights.
Down the banister and around the room, garlands run,
And over the mantle, holly and a wreath are hung.
Then singing is heard accompanied by piano music playing,
Followed by the raising of glasses to toast the Yuletide season.
Outside in the cold covered with snow while walking alone,
Memories of home come to mind, and how the years have flown.