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She really wanted to see a ghost…ecstatically excited.
She heard this place had plenty, and a spooky atmosphere.
She’d have to pinch herself, ready to cheer…elated.
She’d spend a romantic weekend there with a freaking-out spouse.
He’s a scaredy-cat! He rarely finds anything funny!
He stutters. He’s bony. Of course she fibbed to him.
A mansion on the cliffs, buried behind briars and thorns.
You could hear the roar of the tide, far below, over the rocks.
Bitter thunder and lightning— oh Angela’s freaking stunned.
Couldn’t ask for a nicer day - husband’s a shivering bag of bones.
The thick, heavy door, with unrelenting ‘turn on back,’ opens
nonetheless. Angela prods and pulls her Jack, into the lair,
as the door closes and bolts. He’s crying like a baby, inside.
The romantic getaway’s bleek and dark, except for candelabra
here and there, in this statistically bad idea. Angela just knows
she’ll get a look-see at the afterlife - a welcoming sight.
Jack be nimble…Jack be quick…Jack wants to jump
over the candlestick and hit the bricks. Without a boo,
she tries to resurrect a ghost or two. “C’mon out! I’m
raring to see you. Don’t play hide’n seek. Show yourself.”
She’s so giddy with no care about her scared to death spouse.
Angela laughs as wisps of smoke take form, as snowy cotton
shifts, as the familiar “oohs” and “boos” uplift. Terrified Jack’s
in no laughing mood. He hides himself in the corners of the room.
Suddenly it gets very cold, and a very bold ghost has a hold
on a candelabra, shines over the face of Jack, “Don’t you worry,
son, this will make you crack a smile,” surprisingly reassuring.
The ghost grins, as he spins touché over to Angela, “Is this
all you were hoping for?” He bellows with his mighty flue,
turns gray-green, skeletal too, eyes out of sockets. Flames
of the candelabra catch her curls and girly-mustache too.
From the corner, a full-throttle laughter emerges from Jack
as Angela is laid out on her back. The specter adds a pillow
and a gravestone to the act. The ghost ribs Jack,
“I rather like your bones, son. Let’s see you rattle and roll.”
Welcomed out the door, Jack leaves without a wife.
10/13/2021
Chantelle Cooke’s Ghost Lace Contest
KNOCK ME OUT
AGAIN
AND
AGAIN
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Annual rose resurgence is imminent, rested and renewed
daily inspection to assess progress from bud to full bloom
enduring and alluring, sweet perfume brings past memories
though more subtle and subdued than I can recall
R~O~S~E~S
The most perfect plucked for viewing in vases or jars
exclamations of oohs and ahhs will excitedly ensue
color and beauty and perfume admired by viewers
happiness and joy from presence of fresh flowers
K~N~O~C~K
Enticing with their beguiling poses and perfections
appearing so delicate and fragile and weak
when strength and tenacity is the truth hence
" tough as a boot !! "
M~E O~U~T
Some are high and mighty and proud, shouting
" look at me !! "
others begging for you to seek while they hide
introverts and extroverts like us I suppose
all deserving equal attention and admiration
A~G~A~I~N
Appropriately named ' Knock Out Roses '
survival requires hours of sun for flower power
and pruning and plucking of withered petals
root protection vital, limitless water from Heaven and hose
A~N~D
A silent seduction occurs without uttering a word
power without pressure or pranks or propositions
mere existence without strings attached
leaves us breathless and begging for more
A~G~A~I~N
Impatience and anticipation beginning to occur, and stir
roses yawning and stretching, sensing it's time to wake up
and show the world what a little rest can accomplish
the New Years' resolution being to be bigger and better
and bolder with renewed purpose to produce and please
and roses never break their resolutions
~~~~~ READY TO BE KNOCKED OUT AGAIN ~~~~~
When a child sees a dolphin…something happens in their brain….
in their heart and in their soul…something you can’t explain…
When a child sees a dolphin…sees their beauty…sees their grace
their eyes grow wide, they jump, they point…there’s a smile on their face.
We spotted the dolphins before they did…swimming in the bay.
5 dolphins-a dolphin family-who, we noticed, were heading our way.
A mom was the next to spot them…as they elegantly swam into view
She rushed her children to the dock…so they could see them too.
That is where we met up with them…as the sun painted the morning sky
and together we watched the dolphins…this family…Deborah…and I.
Her little boy pointed when he saw one…so awed by the mystique
All he could do was bounce up and down…he was completely unable to speak
A dolphin jumped out of the water…the daughter pointed and said, “That’s so cool!”
“Mom says they’re eating breakfast before they send their kids off to school”.
She smiled as she said this to me…and her eyes were wide open too
I said, “Your mom is one very smart lady…because that’s just what dolphins do”.
We talked to them a while…about how beautiful all dolphins look…
about what a dolphin school might be like and where do they keep their books…
But mostly we just watched them watch the dolphins…
we heard a lot of oohs and aahs and sighs
and we were glad to witness the wonder we saw in each child’s eyes
We left them on the floating dock…a wonderful beginning to our day
knowing they would not be leaving until the last dolphin floated away…
And I thought how wonderful when a child sees a dolphin…
sees their beauty, sees their grace
How they point, they jump with their eyes open wide…
and how there’s a smile on their face.
And how wonderful, too, when an adult sees a dolphin
swimming effortlessly in the wild…
Because the moment an adult sees a dolphin…they immediately turn back into a child.
The evening dark and foggy as the children in their guises
with Mums and Dads in tow; collecting trick or treat surprises.
My porch, festooned with spiders, ghosts and ugly-looking gore,
signalled that I’d welcome them if they knocked at my door.
I watched them move along my street, in groups of two’s and threes,
their lanterns lighting up the darkened branches of the trees.
Barking dogs and screeching cats, bemused at all the noise,
continued to berate these oddly scary girls and boys.
Stooping down to check that I had my supply of sweets,
I shivered as a gust of wind blew right along my street.
Catching me off guard, the bowl of sweeties overturned
and knocked a candle over, whereupon my hands were burned.
Not thinking of the consequences, I let out a yell -
just as a mini monster raised his hand to ring my bell.
And though not known for swearing, nonetheless I hurled a curse,
tearing clear throughout the sky - and mini monster dropped his purse.
The raucous discord, mini-monster, me, the dogs, the cats,
did not quite wake the dead ( but several witches lost their hats )
The flaming contents of my porch was tossed into the air,
but the children saw this only as a vain attempt to scare.
The parents, standing some way back, delighting at this sight,
could not see through the fog that my front porch was well alight.
As the monsters and the witches threw their arms up to the stars,
the Mums and Dads just clapped and chirped up with their ‘Oohs’ and ‘Aahs’
I grabbed a blanket, managing to kill the growing flames,
but the smoke cloud brought a new dimension to their creepy games.
My face now blackened, arms aloft and clearly in pain,
I must have looked horrendous - as the parents clapped again.
The kids, unfazed, picked up the smouldering treats and bagged them all
and through their plastic teeth declared: I was the scariest of all!
Two walk into the street, at high noon Few talk, in lieu of beat, that fly tune A long low whistle, gathers a crowd The song bro. is cool, rappers allowed Fluent in literary mortification Prudent in arbitrary concentration With the first shot fired, the crowd oohs! It does hurt but not dire, a wowed blow Return fire is another matter In turn, higher is the stir’s laughter One struts, into the sundown Some cuts, ensue a showdown
HERE COMES THE HUNGARIANS
A sign hangs like a star upon a building:
“HERE COME THE HUNGARIANS”
Delicious dishes that will please
The American and European palate.
My sisters on the right and my brother on the left,
Pressure cookers upon the stage.
Paprika to make you pretty, will make you blush.
And yes, plenty of sour cream.
Paprikash chicken with sour cream gravy is our specialty,
Served up with plentiful eggs and flour in buttered dumplings ,
With a side of dills or creamy cucumbers.
The four chefs will compete and make theirs the very best.
We will have to expand to sites stemming out from the South.
Our cousins will handle business in the Northeast, near Buffalo.
We already have family involved in flooring and carpentry
And one is the big boss of a well known restaurant.
We roll up our sleeves, the cookers ready – 1,2,3,4…check.
My sisters have a glint in their eyes whilst my brother plays innocent.
I have to tell the truth, one sister’s moved aside, for it is her spouse
Who mixes and pours. The pressure’s on. Dining room’s quiet –
Until the doors open at 5:00 p.m. sharp, and the crowd listens
For the familiar whistles, and the kitchen banter. Wine glasses
Clink over sparkling white tablecloths and they savor the smell
Of onion and chicken, beginning to thicken into browning gravy.
As the customers eat their savory meals, my dad plays
The Hungarian Czardas on his clarinet. And the satisfied
Tongues sway to the folksy dinner with oohs and ahhs.
This five star gem, okay I brag, will rise to historic fame!
2nd Place Winner
9/4/2016
My Imaginary Restaurant sponsored by Silent One
That is the first time that Santa had to make
a wise decision: to keep, or not keep Christmas?
He'll disobey the restrictions to stay at home and take
his sleight ordering the reindeer to fly away immediately
and deliver presents to all anxious children waiting
by the fireplace not too sure of he'll come oohing!
What seems so thrilling could be forgotten and be put away?
" Adorable kids, I won't miss another Christmas,
no snow can stop me and my elves are coming to help me;
lookout for me and hear my oohs, stay awake!
Check the time and expect many surprises, I will make
you happier than ever: smile, and thrill me!
If your mom tells you to go to sleep, wait until Santa arrives!
What's are those noises over the shaking house Nick asks? Why
those harmony bells and soft grunts of deer are heard?
What's that laughing sound coming from the snowy and silent sky?
Nobody is expected after midnight unless it's our dad!
Mom takes a look and exclaims with surprise
It's Santa! It's Santa. He has kept his promise!"
Mary, Jim, and Nick look up as their faces gleam,
and widening their thrilled eyes they scream:
" It's Santa! It's Santa! He finally made it to our town!
We thought that he wouldn't show up ever again!"
" I had a change of heart ", Santa confessed smiling,
" I couldn't disappoint you because of this pandemic, you are
braver than I am wearing your masks and washing
your hands often as a good deed for yourself and others;
don't let your guard down and show that you care! "
Listen to your parents and you'll be fine, this will be ending
soon and you'll play outside your favorite games! "
Devil In My Kitchen
Eyes wide open staring at the ceiling
Body aching, heart breaking
The voice in my head
Is telling me to stay in bed
First on my knees, thanking you
For another day light
Lord please strengthen me for today’s fight
Coffee perking, breakfast sizzling,
Wake up children, time to get ready
Through the ahs and oohs and alarm clocks ringing
The voice in my head is quietly singing
Slow down, give up, work will always be around
Four sets of feet sounding like wild horses stampeding
Come in to the kitchen with smiles on their faces
Gathering around the table and set in there places
The last child plants a kiss and exits the door
When the door close my spirit dropped to the floor
The voice is ranting I can make the pain go away
Soothing and gently, just listen to me today
I have clothes to wash
Kitchen to do and bedroom too
The list in my head is long,
The hurt in my heart is wrong
I pray Lord make my spirit strong
Go to battle with the enemy in my head
I fear he definitely wants me dead
I’m pressing my love’s work clothes
Than later I will paint my toes
Lord please dress me up fine
Later my love and I will candlelight dine
Lord, Lord take the devil out of my mind
I see a knife in my chest, my car rolling
off the bridge, a gun in my hand
Lord these thoughts are purely in sane
He’s chanting and ranting, now down right angry
Kneeling on my knees, again I pray
I don’t have time for the devil today
Lord God Almighty please make him go away
Evenings near, my mind is now clear
Chores are done, the end of another day
The Lord has chased the devil away.
A cosmic parade today fell from the starry sky
As nations lined up to watch it all pass by
Beauty to behold, a bit hard to believe
Paraded down all the worlds cities streets
Chrystal spears of every color and size
Filled with wonder all the hearts and the minds
Never before has there been such a day
As this day of the cosmic parade
Exotic flowers dancing in a magical mood
Bright colors flashing in a rainbow of hue
Nothing of this sort has ever been seen
Like being awake in the strangest of dreams
The oddest of creatures whistling planetary tunes
With banners held high of universal moons
All you hear from the crowd are oohs, aahs, and sighs
As the cosmic parade goes floating by
7 foot tall aliens with 7 bells in each of their 7 hands
Lined up 2 by 2 in the parades space time marching band
Polka dot animals with heads like big bass drums
Being ridden and played by purple hands with 13 thumbs
In place of all the floats, spaceships were in flight
Spelling out peace and love in brightly colored lights
That must be the reason for this wonderful parade
To bring joy and peace to a world in need on this day of special days
A machine like none ever seen scattered stardust confetti to the wind
Causing all the world as one to turn and call each other friend
As anger and hatred melted from the heart of man
At that precise instant throughout all the land
Just as fast as this cosmic wonder fell out of the sky
At the end of the street is where they waved goodbye
Off to spread the message of serenity and peace
To other solar systems like ours that desperately have that need
in the middle of the atmosphere guided by the brightness of the fog that was and will be a
transformation assumes. The attraction of mental concepts consume the being who is armed
with a wonderful hyperdermic filled with scriptures imprint. Everlasting stains made and
confined to the lines of creative guidance. projective influence unfolds leaving the spine
chilled at the mad brilliance of thoughts un-leashed. The ending result of injection leads to
oohs, aahs, tears, smiles and beautiful migranes of astonishment. a flow is possesed as if
indulgence was beneath the oceans blanket. within the pupils the effect of potency can be
seen, the one behind it smirks at the steps closer to immortality. Waste not time with useless
delays, send the accolades, I live in the Paragraph.
The temperature drops and within the midst of the artic influence an extension of the hand is
revealed, with chilling details manuvers are set in motion as the un-thinkable is thought of
and created. Behold an alien tattooist bringing outer world concepts to life, or so it may
seem. conversations on clouds, tears bottled within the ocean, a promise of the dolphins
secret. Coincedences that are yet to exist, similiar to that of a god of sorts unto the
following. Relax and breathe as thy minds eye breeds intoxication like fantasies heated
within a spoon resulting in nouns that suffocate the lines, verbs that bite and amazing
sentences that may never end. thy soul is the literature, I am of the story and it is of me, in
honesty it must surely be known that, I live in the paragraph.