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[Verse 1]
She was seventeen, wild and free
Barefoot dancing by the sea
Golden hair and sun-kissed skin
The kind of girl that draws you in
He was just a Georgia boy
With a six-string and a heart full of noise
They met where the tide rolls in
Two strangers chasing the wind
[Pre-Chorus]
A weekend flame, a whispered name
No plans to stay, no one to blame
[Chorus]
But love don’t ask for reasons
It don’t care about the time
A kiss beneath that August sky
Would echo down the line
What started as a fleeting spark
Lit a fire they never knew
And from that chance summer
I came into view
[Verse 2]
Years rolled by like crashing waves
They lived their lives in separate states
Mom raised me with a quiet grace
But I saw him when I looked in my face
Then one day, the past called back
A message lost in an old backpack
He stood there with tears in his eyes
Said, “Son, I almost missed my life”
[Pre-Chorus 2]
He took my hand, she took his too
And said, “We made the best of you”
[Chorus]
'Cause love don’t follow logic
It don’t always need a plan
Sometimes fate and ocean air
Create a bigger man
A moment turned to legacy
That neither one outgrew
From a chance summer
I came into view
[Bridge]
Maybe they were never meant
To last beyond that shore
But some beginnings
Are worth so much more
[Final Chorus – with name line]
No, love don’t need permission
It shows up like a song
And leaves you with a melody
That lingers all life long
They held each other, looked at me
With eyes that somehow knew
That from their chance summer
They gave me the name too
[Outro]
Yeah, from that chance summer…
They named me Chance — and I came into view
Oh, how I miss those happy days
on Halloween when kids came 'round;
their twinkling eyes danced in the maze
at our front door where treats were found.
With lifted bags held up to hold
delicious sweets we put inside,
and with no care, if it was cold,
from house to house they'd walk allied.
Oh, how I miss those happy days!
None live in neighborhood...and too,
grandkids outgrew this childhood phase...
to 'trick or treat' have said adieu.
So now we ride the streets to see
huge spiders, witches, pumpkin lights,
the kids costumed creatively...
nice memories of past delights.
Yet, Moon above with eerie glow
and ghost-like swaying trees reveal
a haunted feel which makes us know
that Halloween remains so real.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Halloween
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged:11/01/2016
Written: August 28, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
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building celestial diamond — eolith fog glamor
yet not every flame is meant to last
there were no sacred vows, oaths, or clamor
just the gentle whisper of a love we outgrew
amber breezes carry dancing embers
not every farewell requires a curtain drawn
ruby leaves drift slowly, tracing days' tempers
while breeze sings dulcet songs on the worn trees
kindling leaves mumbled nostalgia’s orchestral pulse
akin to the gentle blinking of newborn stars
the harvest moon glows with ancestral impulse
casting shadows shaped such as memories
fallen gold blends with ivory joy
where owls sing hymns in a minor key
hope flickers in the silence of every decoy
as roots hold secrets only the night can view
We walked through Woods, side by side,
you told me everything you kept inside,
I held it all, didn’t let you fall,
I cared too much… you barely at all.
You laughed with me, I fell for you,
you kept it light, I thought it was true,
I gave you love, without a break,
you gave me warnings I didn’t take.
You said “don’t fall,” I fell anyway,
you said “this won’t last,” I chose to stay,
you called it “karmic,” kept it small,
like what we had meant nothing at all.
Was I just someone who made it easier?
Someone's bandage when life got heavier?
You felt better, then let me go,
like I was something you used and outgrew.
You moved on fast, like I was fine,
like I didn’t cross every line,
you said “just friends,” like it’s okay,
but I lost myself along the way.
Now you’re at peace, and I’m still here,
stuck with the weight you left this year,
so call it “karmic,” call it what you need,
but deep inside, it’s clear to see,
it wasn’t karmic… at least for me.
When the Hat is on Fire!!!
Liar!!! Liar!!! liar!!! this Hat is on Fire
that means the elevation took me higher
every step turns into spotlight
because fire demands attention. I'm here to inspire,
to the weak, forgettable, and boring this your end retire.
The Heat rising off my crown, not burning me, forging me
This fire don't destroy it reveals. Reveals the bold walk
Reveals the lifted chin, Reveals the power I stopped hiding under polite introductions.
When the Hat is on fire, rooms feel it.
Air shifts, eyes follow, and energy makes space.
The blaze dances with every tilt, sparks falling like applause
with each turn of my head. I don't try to put it out. Why should I.
Now, when I place my hat on, it remembers. Remember the heat I endured.
Remembers the battles I outgrew. Remembers the moment I chose to stop shrinking.
When the hat is on fire, I don't walk careful, I walk crowned in combustion.
Because the fire ain't danger, it's arrival. The fire didn't start on the hat, it started in me.
The Hat just carries the flame. I'm not burning out, I'm not burning up, I'm burning bright.
Proof that everything meant to dim my flames, only taught me how to burn brighter!!!!
Liar!!! Liar!!! Lair!!! this hat is eternally on fire!!!
we used to be inseparable,
childhood best friends who did everything together
going to each others houses, sleepovers and midnight snacks
crying together, laughing together, telling each other everything
they told us these bonds are special, never to be broken and to last a lifetime
they told us to treasure these moments because they wouldn’t come again
not us we said, we would never watch the distance grow
our friendship could never fade! right?
i get it you want other friends
so do i, we’re only human
it’s okay, we need some time apart
no worries, we don’t have to meet each other that often
i understand, we don’t have to tell each other everything
was i really that replaceable?
forgettable, disposable, expendable?
was i just the one before her?
a way to pass the time until she came along?
just a phase you outgrew or a means to an end?
12 years of friendship and somehow it’s all reduced to this,
when did i become just another memory?
when did i become so easy to leave behind?
i was a small chapter in your story,
but you were my entire book
From nothing into something
This is the ballad that I wish to sing:
Now that I’ve found the best romance of a lifetime.
Happiness beams in my eyes when I see you
Smile during the daytime.
From nothing into something
It becomes much sweeter than sugar-coating,
So how do days end too fast but too slow to savor?
I wish I could pause each of our moment
To give time to ponder.
From nothing into something
I dream of you and me in a beautiful wedding.
When sweet nothings turn to commitment
I promise to give you my faith
I’ll make ornaments out of pigments
From nothing into something
Never thought of chances could be awe-inspiring.
Was I a bit too much when I asked for a little hope?
As daffodils outgrew my despair,
It gave me a chance to love dazzling like kaleidoscope
Sometimes i still think of you
The smoke you blew
Kissing my cheek
It used to make me weak
Thought we’d run away
And not tell a body
You have my teenage love
Just above your thigh
A scar, the heart of mine
I felt bad for those deep red lines
But at the time
you didn’t seem to mind
As it dripped down to the metal
You had me gentle
brains can’t keep up with eyes
As we see the sun rise
What we were, seen taboo
But is that what psycho lovers do?
You were my perfect secret
Kept you discreet
in your back pocket
Forever unable to top it, do you remember the sound
“Can we go to the playground?”
“You just want to lace round”
You called me your fallen bride
All dressed in white
But you’re meddling, wanted different dice
Held on to me too tight
You were a trembling vice
You had my teenage love
Just above your thigh
A scar, the heart of mine
I felt bad for those deep red lines
But now she seems to mind
You touched it gentle
Said if it went away you’d go mental
As we see the sun rising
Needing to realize, she can’t anew
What we were i outgrew
But now she wants to redo
Your scar, the heart of mine
Why does it make her whine
Our distortion, proof of what we knew
that’s what psycho lovers do
You ate all of me
throw my bones lovely
What happened Russeling?
You let rust in
What happened Raye?
My heart was tied, disarray
We’d never last
A love made by petrified glass
My dreams may bother you.
My hopes and visions too.
But in kind words I'll always write,
despite the critics brew....
Friendship is free.
Never, given in hostility.
But in a troubled mind I see, images...
of you. In your skin you brood.
Seething hate and bitterness as
a fools duel.
Words inconsiderate are easy.
Infectious to the point of queezy,
Simplicity's worst shoe.
Not a phrase of kind sentiment,
compassion was replaced with food.
It outgrew you.
As all things do,
when abused in such a way.
A heart replaced
with a bitter.sweet.tart today.
A time now past that can't realize,
a fairy tale life bets better then lye,
in the pie.
Oh, but you would keep and
cherish those friends?
I'm sure one day
they'll know your amends...
When they're not listening.
Turn the story and twist your fate.
Knead a loving friendship into hate.
It suits you. But for the skin you're in
there's nothing I can do.
A great old bear once came around,
and said you echoed with bitter sounds.
"A walking lie is all he is."
I wonder if he knows just what you said?
About that 'friendship' too.
Yet another one of your brews.
Yes, there's a blame on two.
And yes, it's a shame on you.
Your faces show,
Many More Then Two.
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So here's my simple expression....
Take the sheets off the mirror
and see your reflection.
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Reflections of a very hostile person I once called friend.
And how it affected me too.
No one here...and it's long past. so amen! to that. ;)
~Tough love given, from a Poet's brew.
~We keep such things now, to Write the past.
Form:
My little feet tripping walking begun
To keep up with my mothers bigger ones
And quietly years just roll alongside
With walking running matching stride for stride
I wonder when those little feet outgrew
Laced up booties buckled shoes gumboots too
And as we both stand with my feet all grown
Tall as the mirror stands with laughs outshone
Looking at the grey with so many wrinkles
And as we slow our pace and rest rekindles
Holding hands of grandchildren small feet abide
With walking resting matching stride for stride
The circle of life we walk with much pride
Two sets of happy feet walk side by side.
8.3.2021
Hexsonnetta-10 syllables per line.