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Alas, you may have noticed if
you’ve looked around the world these days,
you don’t see werewolves or zombies,
no vampires or mummies at play.
The whole world seems to have lost that
thade of mystery we once knew,
The creatures that stalked us of old
have become remarkably few.
There’s still a few out there, I know,
good old Dogman up in Michigan,
but for many of these creatures
their wild days have come to an end.
Now what’s the reason for this loss?
What has brought about this strange thing?
That’s easy enough to explain,
we humans are great at killing!
Yes, just as with normal animals,
we kill off what might be a threat,
something threaten might endanger out lives
is something that we can’t abet.
So just like predators and small pox
we saw the job was done,
heck, we published how to kill them
in all of our horror fiction!
Stakes, silver, garlic, and headshots,
we let all the world know how to win,
to the point out nights have become safe,
free of all the creatures of sin.
But if you still want to see them
then I have some good news for you,
you can see them all down at the
Endangerer Horror Species Zoo!
Now we got ghouls, goblins, wendigos,
your Demons, your banshees, and sprites,
we got all of the B-team monsters,
but most folks come for the big five.
I guess we should start with the werewolf,
each must roam in his own separate pen,
their spacious and lined in silver leaf,
we don’t want them getting out again.
The only ones left are the old ones,
so old they no longer transform,
they just stay werewolves all the time,
apparently this is the norm.
whatever the case, it’s good for us,
people can see them fur and all,
through a foot-thick one way mirror
that forms the enclosure front wall.
These eight foot beasts eat messily,
yet people gather when they feed,
yhey act appalled by the whole thing,
Yet they consistently watch the scene.
And when those lycans howl loud
it pieces right down to the soul,
ten times the fear of a normal wolf,
the spine tingles, and blood runs cold.
But people like feeling afraid
so long as they know they are safe,
sometimes we’ll drop a rabbit in there
so folks can watch the beast give chase.
Why do so few of these beast remain?
think silver bullets plus machine gun,
most of them now are heads on a wall,
we’re luck to have more than one...
CONTINUES IN PART II.
...So why do we keep ghosts in here
when by the day many folks die?
Well, you see, it’s technology,
it tears them apart from the inside.
Since they are merely energy
all the fields from our gadgets and toys
scatter their essence all about,
it’s a fate free ghosts can’t avoid.
These ones here we were lucky to save,
and we need to find more all the time,
some go to heaven, others to hell,
each morn we know not what we’ll find!
Nearby is the mummy’s lair,
and it causes controversy,
some say that they shouldn’t be here,
that they are just dressed-up zombies.
Others claim it’s a magic thing,
which makes them a whole other clade,
I honestly don’t’ care that much,
the people come see them in spades.
Some were even Egyptian pharaohs,
though which, we’re not really sure,
professors have tried to talk to them,
to see what history they can learn.
Hollywood has rented them out
for their movies, and they pay so well,
sometimes they seem to try to speak,
though what they say, no one can tell.
Most people like to hear them moan,
like they did in the films of old,
did you know mummies really do that?
And if they catch you they’ll grab hold?
Sadly, they do not do much more.
We don’t see them often these days,
not many folks still mummify,
and the old ones have been grave-robbed,
in the wild they don’t survive.
Keeping them stocked up with linen
makes all the zookeeper’s tired,
but let’s down to the big show,
the place where we keep the vampires.
Now these guys are a unique case,
since they’re not critters, but our guests,
they’re sentient like human beings,
to lock them would be to oppress.
We build them big apartments here,
with a back-room facing the zoo,
we pay them to visit with folks,
and tell lots of stories to you.
Since vampires are immortal
so many great tales can they share,
want to know how Jesus Christ died?
Well our guy Julius was there!
They can leave any time of course,
some of them even punch the clock.
Wilhelm is a security guard,
walks the night shift like any cop.
Some thing, but won’t he feed on folks?
It hasn’t been that was for years,
since transfusions and blood banks came
there has been no reason to fear.
They no longer had to kill people,
staying alive didn’t mean murder,
they’d get their pints, go on their way,
no reason to bite folks or disturb...
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
A is for Australia, full of weird beasts,
Where even the cute ones can bite you at least.
B is for Brazil, where football is life,
And people dance samba with joy (and no strife).
C is for Canada, polite and so nice,
Even their insults come with advice.
D is for Denmark, with pastries divine,
And a happiness level off the chart line.
E is for Egypt, land of the old,
Where mummies stay wrapped and pyramids hold.
F is for France, where bread is a dream,
But don’t ever mess with their wine or their cream.
G is for Germany, beer, cars, and might,
And sausages eaten at morning and night.
H is for Hungary, but don’t get it wrong,
They have food so good, you’ll eat all day long.
I is for India, spices galore,
Curry so hot, it’ll knock you to the floor.
J is for Japan, sushi so grand,
And toilets that clean you with jets on demand.
K is for Kenya, safaris so wild,
Lions just chilling while tourists get riled.
L is for Luxembourg, tiny but strong,
You blink and you miss it, but hey, it’s not wrong.
M is for Mexico, tacos and cheer,
But don’t trust the hot sauce—it burns for a year!
N is for Norway, fjords and cold air,
And prices so high, your wallet will swear.
O is for Oman, deserts and heat,
A land where the camels take naps on the street.
P is for Portugal, wine and the sea,
And a love for Ronaldo, as strong as can be.
Q is for Qatar, money so high,
Even their ATMs wear suits and a tie.
R is for Russia, where vodka is king,
And winter is long—it lasts through the spring!
S is for Switzerland, chocolate and banks,
And watches precise to time all your pranks.
T is for Thailand, food spicy and sweet,
With beaches so dreamy, you’ll never want to leave.
U is for Uganda, gorillas so cool,
Living their best lives, just breaking the rules.
V is for Vietnam, coffee so strong,
One sip and you're jittery all the day long.
W is for Wales, with sheep on the hills,
And words in their language that give you the chills.
X is for Xianggang (Hong Kong's other name),
Sky-high buildings and dim sum the game.
Y is for Yemen, ancient and grand,
With mountains and history spread through the land.
Z is for Zimbabwe, Victoria Falls,
Where nature goes big, and adventure calls!
—
So that’s the world, from A to Z,
With laughs along the way for you and me!
I have seen the formation
Of ancient lands
I have seen the creation
Of ancient hands
Pyramids
That soar to the sky
Here amid
Temples majestic and high
I have seen
Wonderful things
Tombs and scenes
Of ancient kings
I have seen huge blocks of stone
Cut by hand of flesh and bone
Fit in place for reasons known
To the architect alone
Each stone block from the quarry
Has a structure to help build
Each chisel cut tells a story
Of a mason’s guild
I have seen towering obelisks
With finely chiseled hieroglyphics
And ancient golden relics
Like toys in the attic
I have seen ancient mummies
The walking living dead
Take care or you’ll become these
Walking around instead
Dinner I have eaten
With pharaohs and kings by many names
And I have beaten
Them at their many games
I have sat on the temple steps
In the shadow of a large mastaba
I chatted with the great Amenhotep
And the gods Isis, Anubis, Thoth and Ra
They told me I could become a god
If I live and died in the manner of a king
I thought that was a little bit odd
For I came here wanting nothing
Tomorrow we go off to fight
The empire of Kadesh
If you come, you will see some sights
That you will never forget
I saw the battle of Kadesh
Now written about on the temple walls
I saw the battle in the flesh
Now celebrated in the temple halls
I watched the battle and from what I saw
Neither side won the war
From my standpoint the battle was a draw
But the Pharaoh will celebrate a win evermore
Pharaoh Ramses lived to the ripe old age of around ninety two
He outlived a lot of his hundred children and many wives
He’s remembered as Pharaoh Ramses the Great who
Built many monuments and revitalized the Egyptian’s lives
When they found Pharaoh Ramses the Great’s body
They found no silver or gold
Only the great king’s mummy
Thousands of years old
The archeologists all made a great noise
Where was all the silver and gold?
Where was all the old man’s toys?
That the grave robbers stole and sold
A lot of his stuff is still out there
In Egyptian antique stores
And Egyptian homes and country fairs
To get something you could spend a lot for sure
Nowadays Ramses is lying in state in the Cairo Museum
And men and women and girls and boys
All flock to the museum to see him
And Tutankhamen’s wonderful toys
The food was indeed, Greek.
My first Greek Frappe!
A most divine, heavenly treat.
Gods must have created this.
So far beyond good!
In gigantic glasses,with ice chips.
It was as good as an Ouzo on the rocks!
The Festival on Saturday was terribly
overcrowded,
I wanted to leave,before it started.
Fashion in the USA,no kidding has truly
grown retarded!
I like seeing men as men, not dressed as
obese 13 year old boys, sporting baseball
caps.
And the beauty of women?
Tossed away like toys, now women
only dress as boys?
My years are catching up with me,
I must hearedtdly admit.
I wanted to run from an American
culture that is so far from fashion
phenomenally adrift!
Like buffalo we were overcome with
the most fashionably unfit.
I sat with my daughter drinking a
Frappe.
And my only thought was how soon
and how fast we could get away!
I lost my appetite to eat with American
bisons!
With god-ugly toes jutting out of
cheap, plastic flip-flops.
Fat leaping out of obnoxious holes on
jeans of 300 pound women?
Ah, kill me now and let me go to
heaven!
I lost my appetite to eat midst this
hellish plethora of dirty feet.
And hair from hell to top off this
ungodly, human feat.
Then came beautiful girls, their
arms skewed with tattoos so ugly.
My desire to escape hit me much
more than suddenly.
I did have a Pastitsio, that was
yummy!
Just had to keep my eyes off the
volcanic, bulging tummies.
Thank goodness there were not
many children there!
Their mothers, the size of German
tanks would have squashed them
into instant mummies!
I did buy an icon of Christos and
Panayiota holding her child
Both in a carved wooden case.
Now this brought a smile to my
face!
And a turquoise evil-eye bracelet
with crystals, to ward off any
future toe and bison disgrace!
Greek bread we brought to take
home.
I swore up and down to never
leave my home, to roam.
Greek cookies, Kourabiedes,
and Greek bread, seemed to
calm my confused head.
Perhaps, going on a Saturday
was the worst possible choice.
Maybe I can go blindfolded next
year and hush my voice?
Or not go at all?
Still have PTSD, after what I
always previously I experienced
as a yearly treat.
It once was like going to a ball!
September 10, 2029
The attendees were not Greeks.
Form:
Beware
In Here!!
All black
All back!
Vamps think
to drink!
Red ink
flesh pink
Your Blood!
their flood
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Beware
In Here!!
Today
Ghosts stay!
to play
your way
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Beware
In here!!
Dead wake
to bake!
They eat
Boys feet
Black teeth
Raw meat
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Beware
In Here!!
Dead wake
to bake!
Eyes pies
Kids tighs
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Dead wake
to bake!
Mice tails
Old males
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Dead wake
to bake!
Pumpkin
Soup skin
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Beware
Out there!!
Black Spell
don't tell
Moon fell
in Hell
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Beware
Out there!!
Zombies
in trees
Mummies
chop knees
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Beware
Out there!!
Broom stick
Witch's pick
trick trick
wick wick
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Beware
In here!!
Beware
Out there!!
Black cats
Wild Bats
large rats
Stew sets
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Beware
Out there!!
Jack rips
girl's hips
your lips
in dips
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Beware
Out there!!
Fred's axe
and sacks
fresh legs
in bags
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Beware
Out there!!
Souls fly
Up High
YOU CRY !
YOU DIE !
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Beware
Out there
Stay Home
Don't roam
Haunt Who?
HAUNT YOU!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Beware
Take Care
Mean Queen
Halloween
is Here
B E W A R E!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Owl's Beat
Dead beat
Trick trick
Trick Trick
treat treat
treat treat
Dead Beat
Dead Meat
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
B E W A R E
OUT THERE
MEAN QUEEN
HALLOWEEN
IS HERE!
B E W A R E ! ! !
(Inspired by Donna Golden
and Ruben Ortellao's poem- Halloween's Night)
Charma
Form:
All About Daddy.
"Mummy where's my Daddy?" I hear my children say,
"Why does'nt he come to visit us,in the night or in the day?"
Does he love me Mummy, and if he does,then why
Can't he come and stay with us, and hold me when I cry?"
"Did you and Daddy have a fight,and then he went away?"
"Or is it just a game,that Mummies and Daddies play?"
"Do you think he'll come back,and you'll get married again?"
"And did you really love him,or was it all in vain?"
These are some of the questions,my children ask of me,
It's easy for their father's,from questions like this, their free.
It's only up to me,to ease their troubled minds;
To to put together the pieces,to take them back to times...
When life was very difficult,and times they were so tough,
Because my life was such a mess,the going back then was rough.
I try to tell them gently,the way things were back when...
Their Mummy and their Daddy,were young and free back then.
That life for them was just a game,and we played it foolishly.
for it was such a challenge then,an adventure mystery.
I laughed about the good times,while my life I told to them,
And felt the pain with tearful eyes,remembering it again.
A difficult discussion,which brought my heart such pain,
As I explained that through it all,they never were the blame.
I'd hold them close when it was over,and tell them all to know,
That their Mummy loves them very much,and their love for them I'll show;
By being with them through all their fears,and when their really scared;
then they'll remember when their feeling down,that their Mummy really cared,
And if and when,their feeling lost ,or lonely at any time...
At least by then,they'll trust and know;
That their in this heart of mine.
For I can't be a Daddy,although that too I've tried,
For to play a part of a Daddy,would fill my heart with pride;
But that's a job for their Daddy,and one day they may find;
Their Daddy may complete his role,one day,someday in time.
By Sharon L Leonard.03/07/2007.
kids
in
wigs
tickle
my
r i b s
Colorful glow in the dark costumes.
Witches, vampires, monster, zombies,
mummies , ghost, ghouls, pirates, fairies, and ninjas
Giggles and tickles, filling their tummies with yummies
They walk around the neighborhood knocking on doors
with shouts “Trick - or- Treat! Fill my bag I want candy.”
Darkness of twilight, shadows of moonlight, cold night.
Carved pumpkins, lite candles flickering and dancing sitting on c o n c r e t e blocks, presence of a dark spirit near casting eerie chilling, howling fear.
Haunted house, KEEP OUT sign, broken fence, harvest mouse.
Bubbling caldrons, glittering white silhouette skeletal trees.
Easterly wind perfect for a ride on a broom stick serenading
the moon and play among the stars before it starts to fade into
morning twilight. Don’t lose
your way through haunted hallow you might
stand in the absent of sound, fog hanging close to
the ground and caressing, fear will come close
This is Halloween
10/28/2016
Children Story
Only the two big houses were in the broad Street, My mansion was at the dead end street meet , It was covered with green creepers like sheet, My open heart seemed eeto miss an easy beat,
In the street meet, there was a child's tomb,
No one went near it in the dark night, Every one passed the end of the street with zoom, They crossed it very speed with flash light,
The abode was large and had three courtyards Wooden pillars were looked like huge guards, It's high and dark shadows made me scared, Avoiding fear, I prayed to the family God,
Nearly forty persons were died in the home,
For me, it resembled a fearful tomb, Like the memorable mummies found in Rome, I felt like an icy cube in the white foam,
I ran on the varanda as fast as I could, Grandma had come with a lantern and I misunderstood, I dashed her speedy, but she withstood,
I told my bitter experience to the neighborhood.
Sometimes I burn with desire and passion
The feeling that entangles my heart and mind
That makes me vulnerable to emotions
It pierces me from within, sets my body in rage
Love is hell burns internally, where is heaven
My black heaven, the daughter of Africa
Send me black woman to cool me down
Sometimes I sit down out of this world
In the vacuum of earthly religions
Thinking hard which is true one thereis none
Muslim pagan to Christian, Christian Kafir to Muslim
Whether heaven is full of honey, milk and;virgins to Jihadists
My coffee is dark I need milk and honey for my earthly sip
Quench my testosterone with a virgin on earth
Heaven is too far for me
Send me African religion to cool me down.
Sometimes I feel sorry for those in sorrow and boredom
Isolated from life and happiness, frowned I see the mummies
The spirits have left them, they hover over their heads
I sit inbetween them with my philosophies to brighten them faces
Story, there is no death to life but to the body
We neither go to heaven nor hell, life is transformed into another body
The newborns, ancestors live in them life goes on
Nkurumah,Kenyatta,Makeda live in I and I The Livy
Through stories, spirits gets back into them.
Send me weed to cool me down.
Sometimes I look up in the sky,”heaven” is now visible
They have thinned the ozone so they could see God
But the more I look up for “heaven” the more I don’t see it
My eyes blinded by the rays from “hell”
I see through my skin which is in fire,and carcinomas
The springs and rivers turned into trenches tributaries to hell
Tears for my brothers and sisters...Down in..
Turkana and Baringo have no food, they feed from their own fat.
Consumed by sun the “hells’” fire into bones and carcasses
Send me rain….
NO
Send me fire to cool me down