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BE NICE AT HALLOWEEN
Trick or treaters were having a good time
Grumpy Joe said you aren't getting a dime
He swore then he went inside
Kids were upset and some cried
So, on his porch they threw foul smelling slime...
THANKSGIVING HORROR
For Thanksgiving Pete asked Sue to his house
For eats he had ice cream, turkey, and grouse
Sue let out a loud scream
When out of the ice cream
A small head appeared t'was a baby mouse...
CHRISTMAS DISASTER
Fred went with pals for a Christmas curry
Felt pains and said guys "I've got to hurry"
But Fred was left enraged
All the loos were engaged
Felt warmth as his trousers filled with slurry...
A Grumpy Cat Halloween
Ah, how to dress her for this day?
We think she's getting senile in
a very unique way!
She can't be Wonder Woman anymore!
Why she's too old to be Goldilocks!
She looks more like that scary wolf at the door.
With a Mickey Mouse hat!
Nah! She looks like an old rat.
And she won't dress like an old maid.
Hence, a decision was made.
Let's dress her who she's like most.
Of course, like Grumpy Cat!
Lovable, frowning and always
saying, "NO!
Happy Halloween to all poets!
Panagiota,
Poet of "NO"...LOL
*Grumpy Cat be found online..* for those who
are unfamiliar with him.
Written: March 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama
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Lost in the frozen haze of a bygone era.
are recoupable if you can.
climb out of the haze of despair,
Beyond the places where I walk and linger,
I often feel grumpy—
anxious and ready to leave.
I have become accustomed to a life
that comes to me,
but I don't step out with confidence
as much as I once did.
Rather, I prefer the familiar.
carving it deep into my memory,
to ensure I don't fade away.
After all, what exists without memory?
a compilation of memories
summoned to mind.
a frozen mist induces,
drifts and delays.
The head hunches as hopeful
ears strain to sense.
faint frosty fragments
floundering in the glary glitter.
of icy imprints impeding
their progress.
bouncing boldly in
the pinball pandemonium.
The moments of yesterday—
even those from just an hour ago—
slip away,
lacking shape and substance,
unless I call them back to mind.
Life seems to fade as I sit
in front of a calendar,
counting the years that seem to disappear
and confronting the void spaces
where time must have passed.
I attempt to recall
Everything I have done,
the places I have explored,
and the people I have met.
Everything feels incomplete
unless I can revisit those memories,
If I forget that I exist,
would I simply drift away,
without even noticing?
Ah, the irony of it all.
It’s crucial to find humor
even as parts of me crumble
and scatter in all directions.
It’s not all that difficult to be kind.
If someone is struggling, give them a hand.
Does someone annoy you? Then press rewind.
Put yourself in the shoes in which THEY stand.
See things from others’ perspective and know
it’s not all that difficult to be kind.
Smile at the grumpy ones. Give it a go!
Folks’ trials are not hard to be divined.
We all have trials which we’ve been assigned.
Patience and compassion we learn this way.
It’s not all that difficult to be kind.
Judge not your neighbors. For guidance pray!
Someone feels sick? Ask them what you can do.
Someone looks lost or lonely? Don’t act blind.
Find one to help them if it can’t be you.
It’s not all that difficult to be kind.
June 8, 2020
N/A not entered in any other contest since
PARANORMAL
Zeny
Yokel
Xeno
Wizard, Woolley headed
Voodoo, Vagabond
Unicorn
Tyrant
Stupid, Surreal
Robot
Quirk
Pygmy, Pixy, Polygamy
Oberon
Narcissus, Narcotic, Nancy, Nightmare
Monster, Mermaid, Micky- Minnie
Logy, Loony, Lunatic
Kiekshaws, Kalki, Kibosh
Jack Frost, Jaunty, Jekyll and Hide
Idiot, Insane
Halloween, Hermaphrodite, Hyper, Hell
Ghost, Grumpy, Genome
Fairy, Frankenstein
Eden, El dorando, Electra
Dragon, Drug addict, Dwarf
Cupid, Club footed, Crazy
Belial, Bi sexual,
Abracadabra, Albino, Angel, Anima, Animus
12/27/21
' PARANORMAL
Contest by Robert James Ligouri
The sky opened up and suddenly, snow begins to fall
quickly, the large snowflakes jump from the sky
and start to pile up on the ground, quickly covering
whatever is in it's path, including people and cars
The windshield wipers can't keep up, even on high
the thought of just going back home crosses my mind
Winter is not my favorite season, but the beauty of the layer
of white that covers the world is not lost on me
Cold hits me in the face as I leave my warm car
and the beauty fades a bit as walking on slick surfaces
reminds me why Winter makes me grumpy
I don't like being cold, the beautiful snow makes even
walking hard to do. Can we just fast forward to Spring?
The wind blows and the cold, wet snow hits me in my face
and I sigh and try not to grumple as I get inside as fast
as I can without falling on my face.
Journey Journal Page
CONUNDRUM
By Leon Enriquez
Such are the seven ages of man:
Life’s true conundrum in fresh game plan —
“Sleepy” the helpless infant child spills,
Crying bouts as strange wonder reveals;
“Happy” the whining schoolboy thus drills,
Fumbling with painful homework that grills;
“Dopey” the emotional lover thrills,
As girls and hormones urge foolish odd feel;
“Bashful” the devoted soldier bills,
Bold yet rash as fearless passion steals;
“Doc” the wise stern judge with cryptic ills,
As vain views and ideas splice goodwill;
“Sneezy” the clueless old man gulps pills,
Ageing has brought dread and change he feels;
“Grumpy” the corpse dotes on death as fate wills,
Senile mind-body droops to fade downhill;
On this mortal journey quest decide,
Let body-mind, heart and soul abide;
Here and Now watch fate curl and swirl form,
Live well your craft and evolve through storms;
Just for today extract joy from pain,
Discern and learn yet live not in vain;
Our time on these earthly shores is brief,
Gratitude and humility frame gist;
Ephemeral our drama and daze,
Transitory our wit, whim and craze;
A brief bubble on a vast sea of time,
Floating in the momentum of still mimes.
Leon Enriquez
02 August 2023
Singapore
Shopping, Shopping, Christmas shopping!
Enough! I have had enough,
It's stressing me out;
I gather all the gift lists
and toss them into the fire.
I pull the plug on the entire Christmas decor
and slam shut the doors and windows
against a melee of my kith and kin,
against a howling wind
against a starless frosty night.
I wish for the grumpy Grinch
to return and steal this
boisterous and rambunctious festivity again.
I shut off the Christmas music
and plunge my home
in total darkness and silence.
I drop down on my knees,
depressed, sorrowful and forlorn,
I fold my hands, bow my head
and cry silently,
trying to lighten the turmoil within,
To mend the lilt of the true spirit of Christmas
that time has set awry.
Way past midnight
I light a solitary candle
and venture to gather
some warmth from its
gentle and heartening glow.
~The Darker side of Christmas
~Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Oh, the stress-free, carefree world of children
O' take me back to the lil kids' playpen
When we tried on mom's cosmetics and lipsticks
and built playhouses with plastic blocks and bricks
And had fun with cooking set picnics
Anything could be a toy
and our racket could annoy
We turned everything into play things
We played pretend queens and kings
We then played 'mom and dad'
Oh the squealing fun we had!
Teasing, chasing hens and kittens
climbing the grumpy neighbour's fence.
There was paper airplanes
and frisking in the rains
Paper boats too were made
and hide'n'seek was played
And when that wasn't enough
we played blind man's bluff.
We nimbly climbed the trees
hair flailing in the breeze
But our child's play naturally mimicked the grownups
Lil plastic ones instead of real porcelain cups.
Life was all play and games
in our growing mental frames.
Sand castles and kites
childish fights and frights!
And kind parents just let them frisk and play
for all work and no play makes one a dull boy
The parking lot full
of all the familiar faces,
we are early -
all the old people
driving carts,
at the door,
waving us in…
we are them too
the remnant
of a relative crowd.
My oldest grandson
has experienced
the marvel
of a household of kids
and the singularity
of just him and his bro.
We don’t see the girls
as much
they’re out of touch…
divorce yields fruit,
but so does time,
and time again
pulls and stretches,
as if we are pizza dough,
puts us through
the sheeter,
we are floured white
as a ghost figure.
We wave with our flags,
jovial, “Happy June 30th!”
as our church celebrates
early, not mid-week.
Nearly fifteen, my grandson
wanders by himself,
with his great-aunt,
with his brother,
with me.
Each person
has personality-
happy, grumpy,
doc…
I’m happy but
what good is that?
Comes in handy
when friends stop
by. My sis
came from her business
and is doing business
on her cell.
The eight year old’s
stomach hurts, wants to
wander with his shoes off,
can’t get his sneakers
back on,
eventually will say
he enjoyed it all -
the fireworks
lit up his eyes
into all sorts of sizzles,
fizzles, colors and all.
And my husband, yes,
you guessed
is grumpy,
and I sigh,
satisfaction in the wind
yet
the importance of patients…
patience, dear.
He’s out of the sun,
in the car,
tuning out.
I’m the cartoon,
tuning into
the sun
that melts.
He’s parked his chair
away from the crowd -
the rest of us.
I grab the chips.
As my hand slips
into the bag
having only touched the first bite,
“Can I have the chips…”
Delightful family,
heat, kids, memories -
ah, the warm memories.
Love it all, ever after.
7/1/2023