Long October 12 Poems
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I was breezing along having fun,
making quick plans and getting things done,
but then up jumped a glitch,
such an odious hitch.
Thus, I found myself under the gun!
I was all packed and ready to go
with my bag full hundreds in-tow,
but I never would reach
that exotic, grand beach,
Al Hoceima in north Morocco.*
By the whole police force I was mobbed.
The community Bank, I had robbed.
“I just stole a small part
‘cause I’ve got a good heart,
and I needed a trip, y’all!” I sobbed.
“And the gun was fake!” Now I’m in jail,
yelling, “When is my hearing for bail?”
I know there’ll never be
surf and sun time for me,
since that ship for me surely has sailed!
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Unforeseen glitches cause us great pain.
Some invite them through ill-gotten gain.
Thinking they won’t get caught,
prison time they have bought.
Now their lives bear a permanent stain.
*The U. S. has no extradition treaty with Morocco.
In these limericks, each long line has three anapests; each short one, two anapests.
Date: October 12, 2019
Contest Title: Itch, Witch, Glitch, or Twitch Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
I wasn't about ghost goblins or Ghouls
I thought Halloween was for kids and fools
Then one October much to my surprise
I watched from a gravesite a spirit rise
He came towards me my body just froze.
He flowed into my mouth down to my toes.
I could hear his voice from inside my head
He said this is the evening of the undead
Just Twenty-Four hours to meet his love
Heading to lovers point high up above
Many years ago, he jumped to Death
Distraught by the loss of sweet Mary Beth
I could not resist we went where he went
Towards a beauty a gift heaven sent
Long auburn hair and a pretty smile
So very close yet more than a mile
My heart started beating, sweat on my brow
His feelings of passion my mind cried out wow
Before I could touch her he went his way
They flew off together their time to play
Happy Halloween to Lovers.
By: Richard Lamoureux
For Russell's Everything Halloween Contest
Written October 12th 2013
zombies stumbling in the night
walk together side by side
looking for human
bloody Mary's a scary in sight
howling and gnashing the line breaker
they seem strong and hungry
So strong to stop them
hide the dog a little help is good
every now and then
4th Place Winner
For Tracie's Spooky Ku" contest
October 12, 2012
During a period of despair and emptiness,
I used to peer into deep tunnels of pettiness.
Dark and dull hobgoblins gnawed at my heart,
I've developed a strong sense of impart.
Now, each one grasps what we are withholding,
The term "long and narrow" is thrown around.
I am on a road, and yeah, it's long and winding,
However, this synopsis does not seem sound.
I would never have affected anyone's life,
Ultimately, a vast difference was initiated.
Fifty years of life were squandered in strife,
Life seemed pointless, mushy, and drab, vitiated.
Hence, it is partial and cannot reveal any insight,
Unless you say, it is an elephant that stops the sun.
Could someone testify why it was swayed by my sight?
Why would somebody do so? Should this be done?
intending to move away from pain and sorrow,
Spare me from a need for joy and not being hollow.
When I shout, "God, I perceive you apprehend me?"
A terrible desire for liberation from slavery.
One day, I was engulfed by intense sadness,
God intervenes in illustrating caring gladness.
A letter in the mail would provide an answer,
Mental peace, healing, and renewing enhancers.
God's glory drew many to live's discovery,
assisting them on the road to recovery.
Uttering them, you are keen to support the hand,
Except for being in pain and ready to stand.
My endless tears of emotional pain,
Meet the rainbow that turns into rain.
I now feel completely healed and whole,
Light shines into the hatchery of my soul.
We praise God for this marvelous breakthrough,
He restored me, and my soul got a fresh renew.
He wrapped me in the warmth of his embrace,
With love, he protects me and shields me from disgrace.
Written: October 12, 2022
ER: Enlightenment Recovery Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
MIGHTY and UNAFRAID
Master wind is singing a lullaby
Luscious limbs of the trees waving up high
Outstretched are her arms reaching every heights
Swirling free on downy clouds as she flies
Skyward in air with dull sounds, dalliance
Of an eagle rushing twining with space
With claws, her gyrating wheels in balance
Tumbling, flirting to cluster loops with grace
Her twin eyes: wise and sharp to her victim
Innocently playing beside the woods
Strongly flapping her wings quick to her whim
With a brisk dab, clinching claws grip her food
Swooping the now lifeless little green bird
To her thick nest up on the tree, where there
her seven eaglets are fledgling out wards
tweedling, calling mother eagle so dire
I, the mighty eagle of the heavens
Gifted with the strength to glide and conquer
Unafraid to spread my wings o'er Eden
Ever monarch proud in all wild wander
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==CONTEST NAME: GOLDEN EAGLE==
==Contest Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton==
~~3rd Place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
4:47pm, October 12, 2015
A lofty barren tree
deliberately reminisces
its sweet old memories,
whoops out of glee
"Maple shaped and light green
were my leaves, pristine and clean;
Preferred by plenty of butterflies
to laying symmetrical eggs
And the tangled bushy twigs
nesting places for birds small and big
Oh ho! The juvenile birds sang,
perching on contorted branches, they swung
Buzzing and pleasant odored
were my Colorful flowers;
That enthralled lovely bees and flies;
A visual treat to the eyes
And the sugar sweet berries
were more sweeter than cherries;
Savoured by hundreds of bats and birds
Oh! The bliss, I couldn't express through words!!!
Those were the good old days
Now no branches to sway
I feel barren and exhausted
None to embrace, everything is lost..."
Lamented a barren tree...
Suddenly a flock of birds
Occupies the twigs arid
Some sing, a few dances
And some do romance
These birds embrace the tree
And make her embrace glee again!!!
Now that's a great lesson the birds hum
"Don't forget where you came from"
October 12 2022
You can hear me reciting this poetry...
Here is the link...
https://youtu.be/VfU9pkJsbt8
The loss of a child is always dark and sad news,
taken by cancer, gave this young father the blues.
Many nights spent in tears with a lump in his throat,
with a paper and pen, a poem he wrote.
Under a sky full of stars, a young lady found her true path.
She would serve her country and fight evil’s wrath.
One night overseas as she fought to defend,
a poem created by fear, her quill dripped and left penned.
The darkest dreams of the world are now coming true,
another global pandemic, much like the historic Spanish flu.
Somewhere a poet has died, leaving many to think,
pondering his last words that he bled with his ink.
As another true love is lost in the last hour of night,
death came soaring in, unyielding in flight.
With his family now gone, there is no one left that would know him.
For all of them my heart breaks…and so I wrote a poem.
October 12, 2020
Jack Ellison's a cutie pie, his words are yummy sweet
Each time I read a lovely rhyme, I get a tasty treat
Pie poems for my every mood, I just can’t get enough
Cherry, lemon, and berries too, all really scrumptious stuff
Jack Ellison's a lovely friend, he sweetens up my life
If he comes a visitin’, I’ll bake pies for him and wife
I make lovely crumb apple pie, with ice cream it’s divine
I’d sure pamper Jester Jack and Cute Cathie up just fine
So here I’ll end my silly rhyme by saying this…no lie
I love to eat his words all up, I love them MORE than pie!
For Sheri Fresonke Harper's Plentitude of Pie Contest
October 12, 2014
Eagles and Stallions two poems interwoven
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My Black Bird has long been gone.
Memories of many flights, linger on.
Only a Pony, today, fast and strong,
could bring this old souls, life along,
I miss that beautiful open cockpit.
It was me and such a perfect fit,
galloping down many of, a long winding road,
creating thousands of stories that could be told,
for this wild, uninhibited old soul,
who, one more time, wants to know
of a man facing the sunset of life, wind in his hair
waving goodbye, and without a thought or a care
the life of a wander, life’s adventures to come,
moments, in all likelihood, to make up life’s sum
for what remains, what is left of life on this plane.
Never more to contemplate all that one felt of pain
before the bright lights dim, beautiful sun set fades,
no more roller-coaster rides, no more penny arcades.
caused, pain suffered throughout a long and checkered career
that bear back riding in the heart of a Silver Mustang, dear
My Black Bird has long been gone, wings clipped.
Memories of many flights, linger on, what a trip.
will dissipate from consciousness, but never ones memory hoard.
In the saddle of a wild stallion, unlike on the wings a Bird, bored,
My Black Bird has long been gone, forget I try.
Memories of many flights, linger on, a tear I cry.
never comes to one’s feeble, old mind, as he gallops to the end of time
on the back of a steed who needs a little TLC, as expressed in this rhyme.
B. J. “A ” 2
October 12th, 2018
The dark man rides throughout the land,
true servant of his Queen;
and follows he, her stern command,
to fetch the sweetest seen.
He never speaks, this silent man.
His gaze is straight ahead.
But mortals understand his plan,
and let themselves be led.
The dark man he will play his part.
He’ll whisk them clean away.
Tho’ if the Queen feels kind of heart,
they’re home again next day.
But woe betide the ones who speak
of such a fairy game.
The dark man once again will seek
to blind, strike dumb or maim.
Then as the hallowed e’en draws nigh,
let mortals all beware:
When witches ride the midnight sky,
the dark man will be there.
October 12th 2011
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