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The Halloween Party was in full swing
Witches, wizards and an alien thing
with tentacles and one huge eye
Flourishing a laser gun shouting "Die".
Alison and her friends Ada and Jo
Were all dressed as feline kittens "meow"
Carl and Simon had laced the fruit punch bowl
As the evening drew on it took it's tole.
Drunkenly a bet was stupidly placed
Who of them would last and not be outpaced
A nightly vigil at Haunted Creek
Where rode a phantom horseman, there to seek.
Everyone there all knew the awful tale
Making in unison a quick inhale
It was long ago in 1702
A mounted stallion there cast a shoe
The rider's name was Squire Abraham Knight
Was set upon and put up a good fight
He was then butchered for a gold doubloon
Was then thrown in the creek and found at noon
Unexplained sightings, that then disappear
have been recorded, it is very unclear
Warnings come from parents to their own child
No-one goes there, it is left to grow wild
With youthful bravado they all met there
Torches flashed around, as the trees stood bare
Alison and her friends huddled together
Shivering in the inclement weather
Bart and his brother camped down for the night
on a hillock, keeping the creek in sight
Joining them was the terror gang of four
Troublemakers, who all acted hardcore.
Two hours later it started to snow
Huge flakes falling and wind began to blow
"I've had enough of this" said Alison
"I'm all for going home. I'm all done!"
Eagerly agreeing, walked back in step
Suddenly Jo tripped up and in pain wept
"Can't go further, my ankle is wrecked"
Leaning on shoulders, onwards they all trekked.
"No, I can't, please, you must stop", poor Jo wailed
"It's agony! she gasped and then inhaled.
"Come on Jo, we can stop at Adam's place".
"We will make it there at a slower pace.
Adam's place was an old abandoned farm
"No, not there!" said Ada-May in alarm
"Afraid of ghosts and ghouls?" mocked Alison
"More like rats and spiders and not much fun!".
Giggling they arrived at old Adam's place
The moonlight showing fear on each girl's face
"We have to go in there, we have no choice"
Jo jumped. "Was that whinnying of a horse?"
On that retort they threw open the door
Stepping inside, they all dropped through the floor
Not one of them survived their dreadful doom
Trapped, without rescue, in the dark, dark room.............
written too late for the contest, but wanted to post it anyway....
I had one of the most wonderful mom's any human being could have...she lives with me now - with decreasing dementia.., I answer her constant repetitive questions,
listen sadly to all of her accusations, but always have a hug and smile for her. The progression of alzheimer's is very difficult to watch and deal with...and I hope one day they may find a cure for it....
What a lovely bouquet of flowers sitting on the dresser top,
The sweet scent of lavender- who sent them? I thought,
Should get up and feed that spoiled cat before I go,
Got dressed, grabbed the TV remote, and made a cup of jo-
Think I’ll get the paper first- should be laying by the door,
Have to read what’s new today- I picked it off the floor,
That cat is never here, always wandering and staying out,
Think I’ll make a cup of coffee, now what’s all this about?
Why is my TV on? I never watch it ‘til late at night,
Electricity must be shorting out – something’s just not right,
Going to call the landlord, she’ll get some nasty words from me,
“Hello …Sadie...I’m just fine - come over, I’d like some company”
Knock, knock – who’s pounding on the door so early? Why Sadie come on in,
I was just thinking about you - my dearest, closest friend,
Oh, thank you much, I see you put some flowers on my table,
You’re sorry about what…who got run over …god no, not Sable!
Sadie, my heart’s broken – I’m angry - I feel I’m going to die,
Now, now dear, please stop it, tell me, why is it you cry?
Wait until my little cat comes back – she’ll bring you lots of cheer,
Here’s some tissue for your eyes, I haven’t seen you for a year-
Let me make you a cup of tea, we’ll sit a while and chat,
Damn thieves! They’ve taken everything – hope you like your coffee black!
That TV is way too loud , it blurs my thoughts and head,
Did I tell you about my cat? Gone so long, I think - by someone else she’s fed-,
Hang on a minute, the phone’s ringing down in the hall,
Put the TV on if you want– you can watch Lucille Ball-
HEY, YOU THERE!!! How dare you come in without knocking first,
I don’t need anything from you – last time you took my purse –
Of course I know who you are, are you trying to make an ass out of me?
I didn’t come off the banana boat – darling, would you like a cup of tea?
when i think of you.
i remember when mama
brought you home.
i can still see her coming
up the sidewalk at
grandmas' house
as if it were yesterday
i thought you were mine.
i believe that is the first time
i felt pure crystal clear love
for another person in my life.
i remember when you were sick
and we lived on bear mountain
daddy put us in the car and....
mama held you upside down
and claimed later she did not
mean to
so you were wrapped up upsidedown
there i am crying like a banshee
and saying, is she going to die
and the parent people could' t
do anything to shut me up.
the memories are coming faster
of all the fascinations and mysterious
things we were curious about
during the lazy summers that
seemed to us never could end.
we laid on the grass and named
who the clouds looked like
we dressed our cats in clothing
that we made granny sew
for us, waded water where we
should not go and we looked
at everything in this big
wonderful world.
oh, and do you recall when i
read to you about the ransom
of red chief and you laughed
so much. i could make you
laugh so hard.
then.....there was that time at
the newspaper office. you know,
the one time i disowned you
before the time i disowned you
of being my sister...........the time
i took you to school for show
and tell. and you ran off and didn't
act right at all. that was a deal
breaker.
i could talk you into anything. you would
ask me questions........like ......Jo
why is so and so and i would proudly
tell you the answer because i was older
and so much more knowledgeable....
well, at least you believed that
remember...the sweet times when grandma
said we had to take a nap .....and we wouldn't
go unless she went and got a pretty little yellow
chicken in bed with us.
i love the memory of the dresses that granny
made us. poor granny she would do
anything we wanted.
i know that this is long, but the
times keep flooding back to me
and for me it is worth thinking
looking back at the snapshots
in my mind and knowing how
happy we were
i recall how you continuously
would lock the door to the upstairs
of that big scary house and i
would cry.
i got you back with all the
paper dolls i talked you
into buying and you hated them...... to be continued....
Form:
I met them once I landed in a place,
they called it haven, a soiree place.
Where people are nice,kind and cool.
Some are young, some are....never mind.
They're awesome people!
I first met this blonde lady,thought she's only twenty.
She did refused, said she's almost a mother to me.
I beg to disagree,'cos she's more than just a mom.
She's a bestfriend, she's wonderwoman.
She lives in Norway,Anne Lise Andresen was her name.
There goes a new avatar,who came to visit on my land.
She's wearring sunglasses,but can't hide the beauty from behind.
Then I found out lately, she doesn't just own a pretty face.
She is the sexiest and hottest momsie,rockin' up poetry.
She's a real poet master,SkAT A.,that's her name!
One day I sat down and read some poetries,
So delightful,inspiring, and awesome pieces.
I got struck to what I've found.
A Filipina who's writing with charms,
Her poems are incredibly great,
She's Nette Onclaud, the goddess poet!
I came to land another page, thought at first that's a cage.
Of a tigress with full of angst and strength.
I must admit, though I was afraid, I admire all the pieces she had made.
She left the table and threw the soup,and think tha'ts the last time I'll see her poem.
But with revenge she went back home, and send me greetings that I treasured.
With friendly comment I came to know, this tigress is tame and a sweet person.
Who is she?...the everbody's love and favorite, Poet Destroyer!
As time goes by, and my journey went long.
I had to passed in different stations.
I came to know so many beautiful people,
So kind and thoughtful, their arts are treasures.
There came to visit my poem one day,
Though full of greiving,they cheered me so well.
They are Mary Jo ,Eileen, F.J. ,Vie and Shadow.
The women who are pride of this site.
The pretty ladies who always been there to lift you high.
Above all these awesome experience,
Is to know the people from my own motherland.
My country fellas, so sweet,cool and nice.
They are the crystal flowers glisten brightly like a star.
They are Leonora, Maria Paz, Nikko and Carole...
My day became brighter, you light the path I walk.
Everytime your greetings knock on my door.
Allow me to do the honor to thank you guys.
And let you all know how thankful I am.
My dream has came true, because of this site.
English Rhyming Translation
© Krishika Upadhyay | 2025
I’m breaking down, in lashes' shade,
In silent dreams, I wish I stayed.
I try to rise, on roads that smile,
But thorns have gripped my feet a while.
Yes, thorns are biting where I tread,
And tears now rest where sleep once spread.
It feels I’ll shatter, fade away,
Or lose myself in you someday.
I wish to hold you, cry a bit,
Release this poison where it sits.
But prayers alone can’t bring Him near,
And you no longer call me dear.
I sway between the calm and storm,
In memories where you stay warm.
I’ve lost my patience, lost my grace,
But still I crave your lost embrace.
And what to do? You never call.
Since you have gone, I bear it all.
This world’s turned hot like ruthless noon,
My face...a wilted, silent moon.
There’s no more joy I hold within,
Just dreams of you beneath my skin.
And how could smiles be mine again,
When what I lost was love... not pain?
I’ve said I’m shattered ...will you care?
To gather all my pieces there?
But deep inside, I truly know
You’ll break me once more, soft and slow.
Hindi~
"Main Bikhar Ke Bhi Tera Hi Raha"
(Even in Pieces, I Stayed Yours)
Bigad raha hun ,
Ki palkon ki chaav main doob jaaun
Sudhar raha hun ,
Ki muskurati raahon main nikal aaun
Par paanv m kaate lag rahe hain
Par paanv m kaate lag rahe hain
Kuch aansun aankhon m aate lg rahe hain
Lag rha hai bikhar jaaun yahin
Tujmain bas jaaun kahi
Tujhe baahon mai bhar rolun zara
Utarlun woh jehar jo h dil m bhara
Par ibaadat se.
Par ,ibaadat se khuda aata nahi
Tu mujhe pehle ki trh , ab bulata nhi
Bohot sehma , suljha , behaka rehta hun
Teri yaadon main mehaka rehta hun
Mujhko toh ab sabr aata nhi hai
Mujhko,
Toh ab sabr aata nhi hai
Par kya karun,
Tu ab mujhe bulata nhi hai
Tere jaane ke baad sab dhoop sa hai
Murjhaya hua mera roop sa h
Aur nhi h koi khusi mujhmai ,magar sapna hai
Aur nhi h koi khusi mujhmai magar ,sapna hai
Aur hogi bhi kese , jo maine khoya woh mera apna h
Ab bta diya ki bikhra hun , toh samet lena mujhe
Pr mujhe pta h , tu pyaar jatakar , dobara bikher dega mujhe
-This buds for you!-
-It takes one to know one!-
-I know you are, but what am I?-
A second hand, on my stopwatch, going nowhere!
You are a joker, a smoker, a midnight stroker
<-------How, about that, Steve Miller song
I'm not here to talk about the way you comment a poem
That's not how I roll, now listen, and listen well,
I don't care, about them words you speak
A whining sheep, every time you don't score
Crying behind close doors,
Boo-Who, I did not place high in so-and-so's contest
Gosh&dammit, not everyone's on a quest
Blogging, about the day, your poem got demoted to nonsense
Trying to comment relentlessly,
You can't top, a mountain that has no setup
I'd rather leave a copy paste comment,
"than being fake as fake can be"
At least, my copy paste was a song,
in which welcome the new poets on
Treating, everyone with love and security
Your invites, are cold and force, to you it's not about community
No motion, to your notion, simple, and disgusting
I don't know why you think, we are competing,
Long ago, I left you bleeding, no reason to be defeating
Your paranoia, has you thinking, it's all about the points,
It's getting old and boring,
You cry babies are nothing more than jokes and hypocrites
Hey you, this ain't dominoes, we done pass every Jo-Jo
When, I have time I sit here for fun, my trigger finger on the gun
Reading, commenting, until my day is done
You think, because someone, left a copy paste
That your poem was not read,
Perhaps, it was not understood, or enjoyed
Or, a welcome to the neighborhood
A nice smile, from me to you
Nice poem, You Rock!
So What! ---- WOW!
This Bud's for you
I think it's time for you to GET A LIFE!
Be glad someone took their time, in checking you out twice
Not, everyone on this site, is full of bull-****
The smallest words, are more likely to be legit
I don't need and expensive comment,
I don't want to impress, when it comes to the best comment
Please do not make love to my poem!
A nice pat on my back will do,
Now that my friend, puts a smile on my face
To know you care, to know you were there:)
Peace Out,
~SKAT~
This is the letter to myself at age 13 that would eventually bring to life my poem called Life and Love.
Dear Jo,
Today, as I near age 41, I have been granted one wish, the ability to get a letter to you from me now. The first thing I have to say is, I held our first real love in my heart for 20 years. You shouldn't. He moves on to marry someone else, then another, and another. He leaves a string of broken hearts behind him. But, give it time, you do find something better, someone better. You find, only by God's help, someone who sees who you are inside, someone who can read your heart. This person is very kind and patient, as well as forgiving. You can make each other happy if you both share everything that you have, everything that you are.
Don't let your illnesses discourage you. Through everything, just hold on. Hold on to your courage, hold on to your faith that it can and will get better. Hold on to your identity as a loving, caring individual. Don't allow the critics to turn you bitter. Hold on to your ability to love and be loved. Hold on, when you find the one who loves you truly, just hold on.
Show him that you can and will be his partner for life. But, gently remind him that a shared love, a shared life, means you are a team. Teammates help to carry the burdens the other faces. Teammates cannot always remove the pressure, but they can provide light to help you find a way to keep going when life seems to be too much. Be that light whenever he needs you to be. Take the initiative when you see him in pain. He needs you but doesn't want to burden you. Make him see that holding him in your heart is not, and could never be, a burden. Make him feel the love you have for him.
Please, if you want to avoid a rollover car accident, always have dad check the pressure in your tires when you have the snow tires put on. If the pressure is too high, do something about it.
Take time to crochet or knit occasionally. Or fill your house with music. Make your house a comfortable home.
Love, Jo.
There's a pesky mosquito hoverin' around our ears
If he keeps it up he'll soon be splattered in smears
T-Buzz tries to draw our blood
When he gets hit with a THUD!
We'll celebrate his demise with a party ~ Cheers!
by Lin Lane
A mini vampire with wings,
in annoying high notes he sings.
Tries to fly incognito,
this imp called mosquito.
With blood thirsty appetite stings!
by Carol Connell
That darn mozzie was buzzing like hell
Til I sprayed him with a can of Repell
He can no longer fly
I watched that mozzie die
I’m happy he’s gone – you can tell!
by Jan Allison
That skeeter was in for a thumpin'.
I swatted, but he just kept jumpin'.
I got out the spray,
winked, said, “Come my way”.
And now I'm no longer a-grumpin'
by Dale G. Cozart
There's a pesky bug upon the lawn
One his mother should have never spawn
making noises here and there
wish he'd just disappear
One big ol' zap and poof he's gone
by Tim Smith
T-Buzz flies around in pestering irritation
One good swat'll take care of his elimation
No more buzzin' sound
He's garbage can bound
Thank goodness there's no reincarnation
by Marti Sutherland
I was singing karaoke, acapella
While eating a sandwich of mortadella
Along came a mosquito
Named Little Esposito
I smacked him cuz he wasn't a nice fella
By Mystic Rose
A skeeter singing for a favor
Was wanting blood for a caper
He's playing with fire
His future is dire
Joining others on my wallpaper
By Cheryl Hoffman
A mosquito was buzzing loud
Of his bugle, he felt so proud
My hands would squash fast
That buzz would be his last
Soon, he'd be covered with a shroud
by Jo Daniel
If anyone dislikes the buzzing of a mosquito, join in the collaboration by sending me your lines in a SOUP MAIL.
To My Soul Sister ---- Billie Jo.
Now is the perfect time to tell you how much your friendship means to me. You’re not just a friend, you’re my best friend, the one I choose as family, you are my soul sister. You outshine the stars above and your sparkling personality lights the way even in the darkest of times!
No one could make me laugh the way you did. Even more importantly no one is as real as you were and no one else has been there for me throughout my life in the moments when I needed it the most. Moments that were sad, scary, and confusing like when I was nearing the end of my time. It meant so much to have you in my life, as you were my angel forever glowing. You were special and the greatest gift my heart has known.
You have been my best friend whether near or far and my secret diary too. You mean the world to me and I will always love you. One thing I can tell you for sure is, there is no better friend than a chosen sister. And there is no better sister that you, the one I choose. With you I could laugh a little harder, cry less often, smile a lot more; all because I shared life-with you. You have always been in my heart and thoughts; you were always just a phone call away. I knew you would come if I just said the word. Talking to my best friend was sometimes all the therapy that I needed.
You are a piece of my past that I carried with me. Time heals almost everything but talking to you and knowing you were there brought comfort beyond any words. Everything comes to an end but as times passes and so do I, you will remain in my heart for the journey ahead. As we have learned life is a one-way street and I am not coming back. I thank you for all you have been to me and done for me as well.
With you my soul sister, my best friend, the one I chose to be by my side in heart and spirit; everything will be taken care of and I can pass knowing I had you, the best person ever in my life.
Debbie Knapp May 18, 2019
Kara Jo
Kara Joy is what we named her
Not so very long ago,
But as long as I remember
I’ve called her Kara Jo
Now you could say the acorn
Didn’t fall far from the tree,
Cause what you get with Kara Jo
Is a pretty, female, “me”
We share a love for reading
And movies, good or bad,
And she can spin a story
Again, just like her dad
No, we’re not carbon copies
One look will tell you that,
Because she’s young and beautiful
I’m getting old and fat
She has her way of doing things
And doing things her way,
And if she thinks that way is right
She’s kind of hard to sway
Much like her aging father
It seems to be the case,
“If everyone were more like us
It would be a better place”
She’d follow me when she was small
Trailing close behind,
But one dark day, life got real hard,
And we lost so much time
We went from daily interaction
To every now and then,
And if I’ve known a greater pain
I couldn’t tell you when
Sometimes I’d text her in the night
To say she made me proud,
In those times of darkened silence
That were deafeningly loud
She got her scars and bruises
Most I knew not of,
But in my ignorance and absence
I did my best to show my love
We both walked down some rugged roads
That led us from the Lord,
But in the end she set the standard
For me to strive toward
She left her pain and turned to God
I stayed beneath its cloud,
Sometimes at night she’d send me texts
To say I made her proud
By faith she did amazing things
I remember to this day
She prayed for a stranger’s broken-down car
He got in and drove away
I’ve watched her take some hard life blows
And still do the best she can,
Unaware that she inspires me
To be a better man
I turned my blessings into curses
And struggled through each day,
She turned a “curse” into a blessing
And named her Rylie Jae
She’s watched me through my failures
And saw me when I’d fall,
And she always tried in her own way
To help me through it all
“Pure Delight” is what her name means
And it has proven so
But until the day I’m no longer here
I’ll call her Kara Jo