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...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.
'Twas the night before Christmas and I was still shopping
when I would much rather have been bar to bar hopping.
I juggled bags of presents that cost far too much dough.
The sidewalks were crowded and then it started to snow!
I scowled at a chubby fake Santa who kept ringing a bell.
'Twas another Christmas Eve straight from the annals of Hell.
I stopped for a coffee at Starbucks and got a leaky cup.
I've had just about enough of this mayhem. I'm fed up!
But I couldn't go home, not yet. I had more gifts to buy.
A guy bumped into me. My patience was in short supply,
so, I pushed him back and ducked inside a jewelry store.
He came after me with clenched fists, and ready for war!
A security guard leaped into action and threw him out
I stayed put for a while because I knew without a doubt
that man was waiting outside, and I wasn't ready to die.
I sang, "Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry..."
Since trapped for a while, I thought I'd get my wife a ring.
Emeralds or sapphires would do. She'd like a little bling.
The price was exorbitant, but I wasn't ready to leave.
How much worse could things get on this Christmas Eve?
A question I should've never asked, and I'll tell you why...
There's no Moana Dolls anywhere for my daughter. Sigh.
Santa was coming to town but beneath our tinseled tree
my kid would cry out, "Santa didn't leave Moana for me."
"Sorry," the saleslady said, "I'm afraid I sold the last one."
Tis the season to be jolly, but I'll be glad when it's done.
What's a dad to tell his kid about the flaw in Santa Claus?
I bought her a little puppy and named him Santa paws.
I walked down a slippery street with a dog on a leash.
What a sight I must've been; a grown man crying, 'SHEESH!'
But I was headed home and in need of a shot of whiskey
because Santa Paws was beginning to get a bit too frisky.
'Twas a wretched night before Christmas I'll never forget.
I waited too long to shop and paid the price with regret.
Santa's elves make his toys and reindeer pull his sleigh,
but next year I'll be doing my Christmas shopping on Ebay!
November 24, 2022 ~ The Night Before 3 Contest
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Once in a blue moon I have been told
The cliché’s clan gets together with the Catch Phrase posy
If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times this story or are you the last one to know?
Well, it all started for no rhyme or reason but you could see the writing on the wall.
Rat Race and horsing around would be in charge of the children’s activities for the day.
While crazy as a loon and Wacky Tobacky would take care of the entertainment.
Ice Queen would be the bartender for the night and Wall Flower would play the music.
Requests were already pouring in from the peanut gallery.
Young whipper Snapper like to hear a country song called one step forward and two steps back
And Jonny come lately wanted to hear a rock song called Chip off the old block.
Class clown always wanting to be the center of attention got drunk and started dancing
On the picnic tables.
Simon Says and Mother May I where there to tell everyone what to do and where to sit.
This would be a catered event so One sandwich short of a picnic was hired to feed this Motley crew.
On the menu was Fish out of Water served with two peas in a pod and for dessert The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Al- a- mode.
Everybody was having a great time until the trouble makers showed up.
One for the road and Three sheets to the wind where known for starting drunken brawls.
The worst thing was they brought their 3 grown sons Hammered, sloshed and pickled.
If I only knew then what I know now left early. She had a feeling there would be trouble.
Penny for your thoughts would be collecting the raffle ticket money and No time like the present would be handing out the prizes.
Liar Liar Pants on fire and Cry me a river were sore losers and always made a scene if they lost.
It will be a cold day in hell didn’t want to go so he sent his wife Heaven to Betsy.
Too much of a good thing got sick and ended up taking the bus# Catch22 home.
Well, nothing lasts forever was the last song of the night and Turn out the lights the party’s over security guard company showed everyone the door.
The end.
Form:
#BadAzKillR
he squeezed gently
pinching the lever once again
and felt the intense power being let
loose travel up his arm …
whiffs of sulfur smoke acting like a
drug on his sinuses
eyes widening with a surge
of pure adrenaline -
loud concussions slapping his
ears like a drill sergeant and
drowning out the
distant shrieks that came
in unison …
countless times he’d done
this at home from his favorite recliner
fueled by Doritos and Red Bull
he’d racked up points like a madman -
hour-on-hour …
day-after-day …
year-upon-year …
blam-blam-blam!!
mowing the nasties down with unique
precision, ‘til it no longer required
conscious thought …
just reflexes and focus to
master his gamer technique
earning his online moniker proudly:
‘BadAzKillR’
one of the best at what he did
he’d won countless contests and matchups
and people seriously feared his avatar
but nobody knew his name -
not his REAL name
and he wanted the same
respect from others that he got online.
bullied at school and misunderstood
by his family - not once given
the same cred and reputation that
he had garnered in the
cyber world …
but THIS would change all that
he laughed out loud at the
irony - at how simple and easy it was
and unlike a video game,
it came with a dark, exhilarating
thrill that he’d never experienced before …
his intent had been just ONE -
a cop or politico or somebody important -
someone whose death would
insure his name was not
forgotten for a very long time
but the security guard outside had been so effortless - so quick
and he wanted that rush again -
that malevolent tingle that had followed
and given him such
a charge …
so …
he kept on walking and
laughing and pulling the trigger
they were just targets anyway -
just points in the game -
and he was going to rack up as
many as he could
after all, he was ‘BadAzKillr’
and it mattered not that these
targets were real …
that they couldn’t shoot back …
that they were …
just children.
(For all those affected by the Uvalde Scool tragedy)
Highstakes at this one
"Reassetment "
The love event giving
Contenders chances
And oppurtunities. And
Some guys hopping their names
Don't come up in the cluster of five drawing.
You don't have to be in the match to lose
Your title, if your name is drawn in the cluster
Of five you and your divisions title will be
On the line no matter who's name is drawn to represent
Your divisions interest.winner. let's say the auditor draws red cluster ball, those four men who are in the American National division will Represent the American National Championship and the current champion will assume a coaching role, no DQ to assure fairness. Annd if the representive losses the title will change hands,vif he wins he's number one contender his rolevis back by a security guard eam to protect you he wrestlers inerest. Same goes with the tagteam title, pin a tagteam partner and become tagteam champion, or at least half of team champion. It could happen that no u men are pinned and a new formation has developed. Or the member who is drawn on the cluster of five could loss a partners position and recreation e a new team, anything can happen, and better believe these guys aren't happy about this, some of them are, great night for people how like speculation.
. After the matches are thru each winners name goes in the he bucket as red or green car ain't got he Conteste let Champion last man remaining is Trophied and repositions the current standings. Win:win for ambition, not a great night to be a champion.
Our founders used this method to crown
The first World's Champion and World's tagteam
Champions, and the American National Champion
It's rumor that the winner will be named the first ever
"Pride of the People Champion" it just rumor, speculation
Might inspire some of these guys, it will terribly anger others.
You can lose everything you wished to acheive by way
Of someone else's ambition, or lack their of.
Everybody in the building knew
what happened the other day
Everybody in your home office knew too,
your carefully crafted cover was blown
Big news media explosion made it get blown away,
no one now believes a word you say
Years of portraying yourself as something you were not,
exposed now as a blowhard who simply bragged a lot
Said you would’ve taken down Mafia gangster John Gotti,
if you’d been given the chance,
Boasted you would’ve captured terrorist Osama Bin-Laden,
if he hadn’t turned rabbit and ran
Big talking security guard you were ...
until the robbery occurred
Cameras caught you in the ladies bathroom hiding,
and your cowardly shame went viral
You became a national joke
Comedians said you were protecting those scared women,
who had their skirts down
Witnesses said you were inch-worming towards the toilet stalls
with your face hugging the ground
Some enterprising entrepreneur was selling T-shirts that said:
“Throwing a thug birthday party?
Then you need a Rent-a-Cop clown”
And it had your face printed on the front
Now your wife don’t wanna be seen in public with you,
and your kids are catching it, getting mocked at school
“Company Hero”
is the name your co-workers have derisively given you
The only reason you still got your job,
is because of all the free publicity your company received
Even bad publicity sometimes is good
You’ve earned your cowardly stripes with dishonor
Alcoholic erasers can’t seem to wipe away
this awful blackboard stained memory
Nobody’s making Facebook friends with a hero wannabe
Nowadays, you don’t talk much to anyone
And every dream fantasy outcome
of that pride emasculating display,
ends with you firing away ... heroically saving the day
Shooting holes in the heart of your fears,
killing them one by one
Then lovingly, kissing the barrel
of your smoking hot gun
we knew capitalism had turned ugly
after the first lemonade stand drive by
children denounced their parents
when their eyes were opened
to supply side economics
and demand side criminal enterprise
plunging on in a premeditated stupor
they floated between the tables
a jackpot here a jackhammer there
a cartesian Bingo bonanza elsewhere
going on but the scantiest of gossip
it's a fill in the blank world
where a suitcase full of dead mockingbirds
found on the late bus idling at the terminal
against the smell of urine nightmares
constituted a reunion of the ever faithful
filling the night with interrogation
we had some exceptional men in our unit
dropped into trouble spots too hot to touch
setting up sensors and detectors and bait
scholars statesmen jurists bishops
and a bent maggoty reeking poet
a sleight of hand magnum opus abuser
surrounded by the burning bodies
of everyone he ever knew
yet all is not a ham bone up the ass
I had just cleaned up my syntax and grammar
with maple syrup and golden dairy butter
so I'll put off proofing this mess for another day
too old to dig up reliable proof anyhow
my brain's already in a specimen jar
it lived a mythical fairy tale life
worth a transfer to the end of the line
to the ancient carnival of phantoms
so I sent in my manicurist security guard
from the tropical hammock islands
their scissors going snip snip snip
rattling the bones of the dead
if this is just a make believe universe
I'd hate to see the real one
but I'm pretty sure space is continuous
and spewing rhyme out of the hearts of stars
hell what do I know
it all sounds so fresh and snowy
assuring me that people of greater densities
goof and bobble real stupid just like we do
forgive me but my thoughts have all been stolen
the end point is eluding me as a point
as an area we'll eventually get there
Morning comes alive and the sound of fire crackers erupted in the skies; the traffic began to flow smoothly and I could hear a distance sound resonating in the background and as I get closer to my destination, I felt a strange sensation around me and something preying upon my dignity and the sound gets louder and louder.
It is one of those familiar tunes that gets on your nerves and presses you against the wall and pull the words from your lips and before you know it the big gate opens and the crowd rushes in to listen to the final verdict.
Everyone saddles up in their winter gears wearing turtle neck sweater to trap the cold air and decorative silk scarf to make them look bold. I saw more than a hundred men walking courageously down the marble tiled corridor wearing slick pants suit and a special shoe that cries out with a creak when they walked along the marbled tiled floor.
I didn’t know which way to turn so I followed the men everywhere they go and I ended up at the constitution chamber and a group of people were sitting patiently waiting for me. My heart was beating faster than before as if I was going to a wedding that had some misgiving but when the security guard came and open the side door the stage was already for the proceedings to begin and the dressed men walks in and sits quietly.
Solemn is the king that render his will and matchless is the bride whose pride was taken just before midnight and the blood stained bed with torn up sheet evidence the struggle that ensued when she tried to escape through the gate.
The flamboyant crowd erupts just before the proceeding was about to begin and the wind start to blow rooting out strong trees from the ground and the people start to scream and suddenly, I woke up from my dream when the wind enters the flamboyant hall way.
Man those problems seem so petty compared to what I've been dealing with lately,
I wake up from an apocalyptic nightmare to find out I can reverse time,
No biggie, I can just reach out my hand and magic happens, time to go stop crime!
I mean on paper it sounds super cool like I've been created by Stan Lee,
But I could've done without nightmarish vision of the world crashing down around me,
What if I'm some secret government experiment on a top secret mission to infiltrate Arcadia Bay's educational infrastructure? Thanks Illuminati,
And come to think of it you know who'd love being next to a giant tornado? Jim Cantore,
But at least my days of missing the perfect shot are gone with my new time traveling abilities,
OOH! My superhero alias can be "Max Caulfield, artistic visionary",
Now if only I had a mask whenever I perform my superhero duty,
Like standing up to security guard bullies or...spilling paint on Victoria,
It's weird I actually know next to nothing about my power, can I fast-forward to infinity?
So far I've only used it to create my own phantasmagoria,
But I did save a life today,
My old best friend Chloe who after five years apart is still rescuing me when I'm being attacked,
Ironic that I'm the one with superpowers yet still needs to be saved,
Today's been so insane I swear if it's not mountains of homework it's a gun-wielding maniac,
Why can't my life just be normal again,
I want to go back to innocent thoughts of "ooo sunset you're looking pretty this evening, say cheese!",
And worrying about pop quizzes in science or working up the courage to talk to Mr. Jefferson,
Now I'm riding passenger in my blue-headed anarchist best friend's junky pickup truck trying not to go crazy,
Compared to your average teenage girl my life is strange.
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Marking time in pencil life is not a pair of pants or shirts worn out on elbows
when the chance comes to dance under the shorter rung of limbo peculiar to the
nocturne creature eye become the dancer arms all askimbo as eye move to
different tunes and related to the undercovered moon.
Rules in life have been ignored by everyone runes in place of names nammes in
place of given numbers life is replaced in the millennium with waste an
identification process my hair was never brown my hair has always been so
black but still they got it wrong and tagged me with a bogus wrong a crime for
which eye do not wish to pay it was not me that day but hair was brown the boy
was taller than the mee eye frown in concentrated glee as eye remember when
they opened up the dungeon and had to set mee free the Pepsi machined colas
were just diet the security guard pointed
Pistol loomed so ugly in my rain. They were making a Play at the Convention
OUTDOOR center the JESUS one for Easter.
Spam is spam when we spam a message in our email the provider thinks the
spam is the spammer is the sender. The message is the same. Careful of the
spammers recording them is costly licenses revoked eggs fried next to bacons
smoked. Coffee was not so given out as free no one lets the bum have all he
wants the pot would soon be gone the grounds can be refreshed and used
again when no one’s looking add the egg to spam. When famous people are
alive no one thinks to keep the articles they write no one covets signatures no
one places envelopes on ice. Keep the Charlax missives Keep the spam so nice
keep the kisses. Make the profile changes last forever make the promises come
true just like in the movies just like profiled viewed.