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Sometimes, I have to put my shadow under a tree
Observe the things right in front of me
Don't open your eyes if you can't see
Just prepare your intuition and count to three
Blink twice and open your eyes wide
Look at the view you thought of inside
Does it look like something you had memorized
Or is it a blank stare in the distance that caught you by surprise?
Whatever you saw in your vision, we see it too
It's a messed-up world right in front of you
Life is changing, and it's a discouraging view
It's scary sometimes if you watch the news
The perspective we see is an illusion to some
When reality hits, it's an awakening of your vision
To look into the depth and believe you're not alone
Realizing at this point, your shadow now has the light from the sun
As the fog rises from the creek
And dampness permeates
A truck speedily emerges
Shocking mind's concentrates
Out on the porch in this dense fog
Surrounded in moisture
Nature's voices silent apparently
This quiet annoys her
One more truck emerges from the fog
Then a muffled high-pitched
Sound, like a tire with a small leak
I looked around then switched
Through the heavy fog faintly see
Jet plane flying too low
I thought my hearing was about gone
To my eyes a long blow
Then totally out of my thoughts
I realize the fog caused
The plane to fly low and the sound
High pitched that brought my pause
I was going to a haunted house, a ghoulish affair
Advertised in town with signs noting, "BEWARE."
They were posted with this cautionary warning:
"If you enter, there will be reasons for mourning.
Zombies will haunt you; you'll shiver with fright.
Vampires will be feasting this Halloween night!"
I drove to the site, looking forward to each hoax
but stopped when I saw goblins flying in the oaks.
They looked so real, but I knew it was only trickery.
I was ready to face the beasts, spooks and witchery.
I ventured into the eerie house, a smile on my face
until spiders fell on my head. This was a horrible place!
I saw a headless creature, blood gushing everywhere.
In the horror of the scene, I screamed words of swear!
I've never been inclined to use expletives of profanity,
but fear beseiged my senses near the point of insanity!
Something wet touched my neck, and I was paralyzed.
A freaky creature approached, as an alien, disguised.
I kicked the diabolic fiend, hell-bent on my abduction,
not scared enough to fall for a phony Martian seduction.
It had been a maze of dark corridors, frightfully bizarre.
All too realistic, I thought, as I walked back to my car.
I didn't notice the cluster of spiders crawling behind me
and laughed as the speakers faked the wails of a banshee.
It was cleverly staged, and I was impressed by each hoax,
until I was captured by those goblins flying in the oaks!!!
October 24, 2020
Emile Pinet's Halloween Challenge
10 required words: alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery,
abduction, paralyzed, Halloween, feasting, diabolical
Last month my neighbor lost his wife of thirty-three years.
Her friends and family are grieving and shedding tears.
She was sixty-three years old and Delilah Jane Webb was her name.
As her loved ones mourn, they realize that life will never be the same.
I feel sad and so do many others because she died.
I feel bad for my neighbor because he lost his bride.
When a person dies, it's always something that is hard to face.
it's giving her loved ones comfort because she's in a better place.
When she was diagnosed with cancer, it was certainly scary.
People had to say goodbye when she died on the 20th of February.
(Dedicated to D. Jane Webb who died on February 20, 2017.)
No-one has to die
As the waters swirl around
Your feet are trapped
Or so you think
Your epitaph 'They Drowned'
You feel your neck is stretching
Your fate soon to conclude
But honestly, I see you
So without meaning
To be rude
Take my hand or grab the rope
It's not that far away
When fear or pride
Might stop you..
Live to fight another day
Don't feel you're obligated
There is no salvation charge
Just arms length from a rescue
Whether speedboat, jet-ski,
Barge
The vehicle doesn't matter
It's intent that you should see
No inclination to be tethered
You can walk away
Scott-free
Your lungs can breathe
No version where this let's you slip away
Let the peaceful air
Restore you
No-one has to die today
Samsun Scott
13th September 2023
Enchanted by your voice, I almost fell asleep,
in a field full of sunflowers, dreaming reality could mirror dreams.
I followed you so far, unconcerned by the fatigue,
walking through danger just to keep my place beside you.
Loved you so hard, when I saw you I missed a beat,
rational as I am, I was startled that I lost my breath.
I carried it to wake with you beside me,
wondering at night if an angel could be disguised.
Hearing you, I learned that dreams could also become scary.
Seeing you near taught me vigilance.
Loving you moved me across worlds — but I had traveled far enough.
Carrying it this long, I saw our colors — bold and subtle — filling the canvas.
Now.
My ears can listen from afar, but I cannot hear you.
My legs could cross layers of hell, but not to reach you.
My heart now beats fast as falling leaves, but not seeing you pass by.
I still carry it — but it no longer shines the same.
Secrets so secret we dare not share
from our friends who are not really there
My little brother sees them the most
in his little head, he thinks them ghost
One is a pretty lady with a shrill laugh
the other a short fat fellow with sense to lack
The woman never smiles with her eyes so pale
the fellow is jolly and arrives with a chill
Our parents cannot see them and wonder why
my little brother and I whisper and seem to hide
We go out to the pond and stand by the reeds
my little brother sees her first and grows weak in the knees
A sound like old soft music hums in the breeze
then a coolness as we chuckle for the fat fellow sneezed
We can't move for we are bewitched by her stare
over the pond, the wind blows her dark raven hair
Something unseen tugs me to step towards the water's edge
suddenly I see her sweet smile and the fat fellow ridge
Another step and I almost slip into the water below
but my little brother pulls me back at the gasp of the fellow
The lady vanishes while biting her lip
and the little fellow fades as he turns and trips
My brother warns me lets tell mom
I shake my head and assure him to be calm
Days to weeks to months go by
and the two secret friends become a forgotten lullaby
Our parents don't worry for we boys seem normal again
as my brother and I laugh and play without those friends
Then one summer's eve my brother froze in silent fright
a deep chill seemed to swallow the night
We both saw the little fat fellow alone
waving us on to further leave our home
Go to the woods for we have more secrets to share
follow me boys, don't be babies acting scared
I step forward but fall to my face
as my brother trips me and begs our escape
I look at him with scorn and raise my hand to strike
than goosebumps made me quiver from a shrill scream of fright
We both ran fast home and slept with the covers over tight
after we told our mom about the secret friends that night
We never saw them again
and new homes now cover that patch of woodland
The Mirror
There is something in this universe that shows us things exactly for what they are.
Some things we desperately want to change and some people are content with it all.
The mirror never lies and sometimes it is the enemy you never knew you had….
The mirror.
You take your hand and slowly lift it up to the dirty disheveled mirror in your bedroom.
Your fingertips glaze the surface and leave a clean reminisce in the dust.
Tears roll down your cheek as it is almost too disheartening to see the reflection.
You are tired.
You are unkept from depression.
Things that should be every day routine, are now more like chores.
Why?
Why cant you change what you see?
It is one constant that will never change.
The mirror never lies.
How? How can the one thing that is truthful in your life bring you so much sadness?
The mirror.
You turn from your reflection and fall the floor.
You are on your knees, head in your hands.
You cry out to whoever will listen.
You pause.
Silence.
You pick your head up.
You turn back and walk toward the mirror.
You push back the tears that well up in your eyes.
You calm your mind and think to yourself momentarily.
There is also another constant, and its one you always shined a negative light on.
Why do you hate what you see?
The words of others possibly?
Or was it just you seeing yourself in the worst way possible?
Not knowing how to make amends with the person staring back at you.
You look away and place your left hand on your right shoulder.
“Seems as though you love yourself more than you think you do.
So next time you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see,
Don’t be so hard on yourself.
Because at the end of the day, the only person you truly can rely on,
Is ME.”
So today you can make a vow to uphold.
Don’t hate the reflection because it isn’t perfect.
You are a work in progress.
Growing mentally stronger with each hardship you overcome and sometimes don’t overcome.
Don’t be afraid to put yourself first.
Being selfish is scary but being too selfless is deadly.
The mirror never lies.
Pestered
and
pursued
by
unknown
foes
A
topsy
turvy
land
where
snakes
could
have
horns
and
cows
can
have
fangs!
Nightmares
in
which
the
day's
stallions
make
mountains
out
of
molehills.
A
chance
to
witness
greek
mythology
like
creatures
for
real
since
dreamland's
a
place
for
the
unreal,
the
surreal.
There
are
hair-
raising
scary
dreams
Beset
with
horrified
yet
silent
screams.
For
us
to
wake
up
pinching
ourselves
and
sigh
with
relief
to
see
neither
tigers
or
elves.
All
in
all,
dreamland's
fascination
for
extraordinary
exaggeration
and
tall
tale
imagination
Where
myth
and
legend
come
to
life
An
amalgam
of
fiction
and
real
strife
Where
assorted
monsters
of
the
mind
reign
supreme
in
the
REM
sleep
of
our
kind
Yet
on
the
other
hand
the
sweet
sweet
dreams
where
fantasies
form
mirages
bordered
by
fanciful
seams
where
castles
in
the
air
float
gently
down
to
earth
only
to
shoot
back
up
nowhere
from
the
awakened
one's
berth.
Dreamland's
a
great
place
for
a
princess
and
fairytale
fair
for
daydreams
extend
into
midnight
and
linger
on
there.
Yet
a
quote
I
took
to
heart
and
here
would
love
to
share
'that
if
your
sweet
dreams
don't
come
true,
don't
you
fret
coz
atleast
your
nightmares
didn't
come
true
either!''
That
oughtta
console
all
and
sundry
Yeah
go
on
heave
relief's
phew
sigh!
(linked to the contest
page painting by
Deshpande)
They drift in plain sight,
Faces pale beneath streetlights,
Hands empty, yet reaching
For a life they left behind.
They stand in line at the coffee shop,
Smile at the cashier,
Wave to a friend—
And vanish from memory the moment you look away.
Their laughter slips through cracks in the sidewalk,
A whisper in the hum of passing cars.
No shadow betrays them, no echo marks their step,
Yet something tugs at the corner of your mind:
A familiarity you cannot place.
They ride the subway at rush hour,
Sit beside you in silence,
Listen to your conversation,
And fold back into the crowd,
Unseen, unfelt, unforgotten by none who notice.
Sometimes, late at night,
When the world is soft and still,
You feel them brush past your arm,
And wonder if the warmth of life
Was ever really yours alone.
The dead walk among us unnoticed.
Look closer. They are there.