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Alright have to admit that whole drole Bazball or Baz Bat cool cat vibe…rabbit out of hat tribe.. is taking its toll..sunk in a hole..losing it’s goal and soul..not being a vitriol troll..maybe need to mull over a cull of this rigmarole..
Can’t pretend..is the end of this spangly jangly new fangled trend…nothing off the shelf…just express yourself…won’t spank you..will almost thank you.. if you tank…bonkers fools rules you can’t bend…must always go stonkers.. all cool no old school…when you shan't defend and depend on a blend of soft conkers and tracks to conquer..
Let’s explain there are many ways to play and entertain…the lotto of the Baz grotto..no dull lulls …no more bore score draws…one motto…just high octane insane where seemingly the sole means to control is a flat track that blunts and shunts how every attack does bowl..
I know..have already banged on..had a go at the pitches…feather beds so flat you can bat gung ho heave ho from the get go.. no wear and tear..glitches or hitches.. despair to stop the flair.. no real movement in the air or off the square..the Bazball pest…Bazbat conquest..effectively saying no we won’t be surfing the crest of a true test contest of willow and leather..hey ho nonny no…to the real deal Test fest..tally ho..
No pretension..apprehension of the lacking dimensions and few mentions of the best Test tensions..
Also must rebuke how they have turned the duke ball from a serious nuke which would spook.. enthrall..now reliant on a cherry that gets so soft you need a fluke ..well Dukes will be compliant as England’s their biggest client…we saw our copper haired laird no longer..stronger defiant..again came a cropper..and this was hardly a proper whopper green topper..
It seems kitsch Bazball rule needily greedily avoids any glitches or hitches in batter’s riches which in turn.. does spurn and bewitches merchants of seams and stitches..
Well it can be dicey to make your tracks at home too spicy..get in a lather…at the palaver as runs become rather pricey..when you could goad..milk that ilk as you explode on a silk road..
Our selector trifecta…the three wise men..Baz..Bob and Ben.. know if there is no speedster thuggery… no Geoffrey jaffas…bunsen spin skulduggery..they will be the gaffers with some Bazball muggery..
There are meanderings who itch and creep
To fill my night with dread.
There are cataclysms where I cringe and cower
That are better left unsaid
And there's an apparition to slake my very soul
Standing menacingly aside my bed.
A miasmal shadow whose form and substance
Seems porous with a brooding discontent.
A vaporous spook from a now empty hoary grave
Crying out some death-bed held lament.
I tremble at this ghastly wretched haunting unsure
How to appease this ghoulish malcontent.
Is it an harbinger of some impending doom
That awaits me in the night?
Or a bleak warning of a tenebrous dark abyss
In dire need of an earthborn sacrifice?
Or a horrific memory of a forgotten transgression
I have conveniently put away from sight?
Its eyes lock in a gaze of sinister desperation
As I search for some meaning to aspire.
But what I see leaves me morose and sullen
As the reflection broods a hellish brimstone fire.
And I turn away with a feeling of minacious fear
Not knowing the spirit's saturnine desires.
This haggard phantom stretches its bony claw
And wails like a banshee twice possessed.
Pointing an accusing finger in my direction
With some long held grievance to address.
It screams in hideous tones, "Beware! Beware!"
Which it most fervently expressed.
"Beware! Beware!" It howls in repressed anger
As I rest my weary eyes.
And through the night it wallows in acute agony...
Lashing out a mournful cry.
But I eventually grow somewhat accustomed
And it becomes a type of doomsday lullaby.
The days and weeks are now three long years
And it continues its nightly shrieking of regret.
But no one said creatures from the spirit-world
Would be straightforward or direct.
I am at an impasse with this ghostly apparition
And remain confused and quite perplexed.
I am oblivious to whatever spectral information
This bit of ectoplasm seems to know.
And the creature appears in no discernible hurry,
But to be honest... I would miss its nightly show.
So until we come to a far better understanding...
I have a place to hang my clothes.
The End
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Charles Hice
Number 23
Number 23
Waiting in a line for food.
Am I in a prison or a diner.
Drinking soda and now water.
I am sitting in a recliner,
wishing that i could get up and
jump into the sink,
to drink a pail of water.
I am just a want too.
I am full of meat.
Waiting in a line for food.
Wanting bread but eating meat.
A poor man and his daughter.
I am number twenty three.
Charles Hice
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This story is best told when shadows fall,
And better yet, if you can dim the light.
It speaks to hidden fears found in us all;
The kind of fear that raises hairs upright.
The way it goes, the woods once held a beast
Who lived to tear his victims limb from limb,
And then upon them delicately feast;
The sheriff of this took the view most dim.
He gathered up the town folk in a group
And handed them a badge shaped like a spear;
‘We must creep in, our monster not to spook.
Let’s make no noise, there’s naught but fear to fear.’
The sheriff’s men, and yes, some ladies too,
Stayed tight together as they started out;
Determined now, and sure of what he knew,
The sheriff rode in front, then came about.
He said ‘now men, I’ll make my stand back here;
You know, these beasts are known to rear attack.
Remember what I said about the fear,
And don’t forget, I’ve always got your back.’
The towns folk muttered softly in their hands,
The sheriff was well known for selfish rules;
Of course, they wished to safeguard life and lands;
But how to rid themselves of spineless fools.
They whispered to each other as they searched;
The plan was hatched with cunning and with guile.
The sheriff was to be the victim perched;
His limbs would satisfy the beast a while.
They marched ahead, renewed with vigor strong;
The sheriff was amazed at this new speed.
Some part of him admitted to his wrong,
But leaning down, put spurs to faithful steed.
Then just like that, the group had circled round
And came upon the monster in his lair;
They whipped themselves from rear to face around,
Which put the sheriff back in front up there.
The sheriff suffered not a little bit;
The monster did not pause to ask him please.
The ladies feigned to watch, it was not fit;
Then all the group returned to their surcease.
So if you are a sheriff and must ride,
Advice is offered here, in fact it looms.
The rear may prove to be the front at times;
It merely rests on who is facing whom.
Look
Just take a page out of my book
Call me Captain Hook
Because my hooks have you hooked
And don't you dare give me that look
You know you looked
Call me a spook
Because they dropped a nuke
Now I'm a ghost
But I don't suffer the most
Golly gee I'm your host
So why don't we have a toast
On the beautiful east coast
Everyone's so afraid of running out of time
And losing a single solitary second is quite the crime
But I'm just here for rhythmic acrobatics
Not advanced mathematics
Because my tactics are subtle
And I do love to befuddle
I could distort the truth with a lie
And I heard that sigh
I'm spinning you up and down and all around
With my verbose vocal sound
Zounds!
I'm dropping words you've never heard
Like a bird I'm taking flight
I'm definitely not here for a fight
Hear me now I'm ready for midnight
I'm that witty city kid
This is what I've done my whole life
Even through days rife with strife
I put that pen to paper like a caper
Stealing rhymes, stealing lines
Dealing fines, reeling signs
I'm really doing this again and again
For my own gains I stay in my lane
They told me I ran out of talent
I told them they ran out of paper
Because I'm standing tall like a skyscraper
And if I'm arrogant I might as well be an error gent
Because I spent and I spent
Could never catch the hint
Let me just say I'm a muffin in a cupcake's world
A muffin in a cupcake's world
Look
You took a page out of my book
But you lost the hook
Because the truth is I'm a crook
And I stole it before you knew it was there
But if I'm a muffin in a cupcake's world
I'll be the muffinator
Because there will be nothin' later
So keep being a hater
To you I do not cater
And I didn't imagine you'd be my waiter
Look
Be honest you read the book
And you finally found the hook
But you're not Tom Nook
And I'm no longer that witty city kid
Because I'm a muffin in a cupcake's world
A muffin
In a cupcake's world
Standing in my kitchen, wearily washing breakfast's congealed dishes
Dreaming desperately of dredging up a dinner delightful and delicious
Late winter's wan rays of sunlight weaving their way through living room blinds
Weakly warming the chill hovel I'd rented since being orphaned in 1989...
Startlingly, a creak, then a tear-stained moan from somewhere behind me
A window opened, blinds parted, a breeze started: delusion--or eerie tragedy?
Whirling around, stifling a cry, I watched in wonder, wanting only to know
What this weeping and wailing thing was, whooshing its way to and fro
And wherefore invisible, as the wind whirred ever faster and faster
Would it cut me down, or would I manage to outlast her?
When of a sudden, I saw it, an apparition, sure and clear
What on earth was my father's ghost, his wavering image, doing here?
A spectral mouth, jabbering jaws, skeletal face bearing the telltale scars
Of my departed father's journey through a universe bereft of planets,
suns or stars
He spoke, this spook; he called my name: "Help me, please, my son.
Ask Him for His pardon; to undo the wrongs I've done."
I shrank from the image, my father's ghost, in pure terror
Surely it had returned to Earth by means of delusional error
I shrieked and hid my face, praying for the wretched thing to leave my place
Whereupon, abruptly, the image faded, whisked back in time
by the Devil's Grace...
The mind's imagination ranges
Far beyond mere celestial zones
Chilling mere human essences
to the marrow of their bones
September 20, 2018
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Scary or Spooky Poem Contest
Milanda keeps the voice to herself; she likes the keening of it.
The wails keep her on her toes, as the poltergeist rules her.
The shudders are drawn, and there are ghoulish shadows.
This is as it must be the poltergeist whispers in spook voice.
Milanda’s parents are alarmed, they take her to a psychiatrist.
He prescribes lithium which she pretends to take. Ha Ha.
For they are not going to take her demon girl from her.
She has a life now fashioned against all of their principals.
She is eager to find out about the darkness of the world.
The poltergeist moves her on demonic strings.
She resists in no way, glad to blame another for her antics.
She used to be on her own, but now there are two of her.
What is happening? Her mother asks. Talk to me.
She is the enemy the demon girl hisses. She nods, understanding.
It is the two of us against all of these others. They paint the room black.
Lie in the bed, whispering things that would alarm the girl’s parents.
Her father comes in to speak to her. She is annoyed beyond her threshold.
How dare he act like things are normal, when he was the one who split her.
His antics are what drove her to develop a demon girl in the first place.
She sends him out, consternated, not understanding his princess at all.
At least he did not touch us, the demon girl poltergeist says.
Milanda had hoped that he would. She is feeling strong and savage now.
She would have torn him apart, gnashed him with her teeth.
She would be glad to destroy him as he had destroyed her trust years ago.
Normally, I'm not one to be alarmed by things that go bump in the night,
But the other night I saw something that gave me a most dreadful fright!
I awoke to make a visit to you know where (as us old guys are prone to do)!
As I lay there half asleep, a very eerie figure came into my field of view!
Still in a sleepy stupor, at the foot of the bed, I saw a spectre peering at me!
I pulled the covers over my ears yet kept one eye open so that I could see,
Who this interloper could be that so rudely interrupted my peaceful rest,
And could surely be the cause of a potentially serious cardiac arrest!
A ray of moonlight shone upon the scary apparition causing me more alarm!
My spouse was serenely snoring and I hesitated to poke her with my arm.
I moved and it advanced toward me - it was a most fearsome sight!
I saw that it had several appendages, all glowing ghostly white!
Things were looking rather grim for me on that dark and stormy night!
To make matters worse, the clock struck twelve reminding me of my plight!
The shaking of the bed and chattering of my teeth aroused my wife to wake!
I cautiously pointed to the spook that caused her to do a double take!
Now the bed was really shaking due to her uncontrollable guffaw!
She pointed out a startling fact that caused me to drop my jaw!
"You addlepated nincompoop! From you I don't want to hear another peep!
That spook you saw was your foot so shut up and let me get back to sleep!"
Entry for Brendon J. Simons' "Hallucination" Contest
I’m a tiger you can see,
With colour yellow like a honey bee,
And you’re happy as you’re free,
So why can’t we too live free?
You keep us in the zoos for all our lives,
Away from our children an’ away from our wives,
And I’m speaking on the behalf of all the animals
That why can’t we live free?
You take elephants’ ivories and bees’ honey,
All just because you need money,
Don’t you know that someday you’ll have to leave it?
So why can’t we live free?
Don’t you know that we provide you food?
Hoping that you’ll become good,
The bees help in the process of pollination,
So why can’t we live free?
You eat the fishes for your taste,
And those animals who are useless to you,
You consider them waste.
Why can’t we live free?
Sense my fear by looking in my golden eyes,
You’re given a heart for good things,
And you’re also wise,
So why can’t we live free?
You also give birds the pain,
Don’t you like to see the birds happy?
Like the happy peacocks dance in the rain,
So why can’t we live free?
For us you’re like a spook,
We become very much scared,
When, in your eyes, we look,
Why can’t we live free?
Please don’t let us live in fear,
You can simply call us dear,
We’ll try not to harm you until you tease us,
Why can’t we live free?
We also have the right to live on this earth,
From the time of our birth,
Till the time of our death,
Why can’t we live free?
We also want to live free,
Among the trees;
Please don’t destroy our forests,
We want to live free.
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agitate, agonize, alcohol, announce, approach, awaken, bait, bark,
bawl, bedamn, bedevil, berate, betoken, bluster, bode, bother, break,
brew, browbeat, bully, caution, censure, chide, clutter, comminate,
complain, complicate, confuse, cow, crucify, DAD, damage, daughter,
deplore, detest, devil, disarray, disorder, disparage, distress, divine,
embroil, enforce, enmesh, ensnarl, entangle, entwine, exacerbate,
excruciate, execrate, expiate, family, feel, fist, flex, forebode,
forecast, forerun, foresee, foreshadow, foreshow, foretell, foretoken,
forewarn, frighten, fulminate, gnarl, gnash, grieve, growl, hammer,
hang, harass, harbinger, harmonize, harrow, heckle, herald, hound,
injure, intimidate, impend, imperil, imprecate, inflict, intuit, involve,
irk, jam, jeopardize, joy, knot, laughter, loom, love, maze, menace,
mistreat, molest, Mom, muck, muddle, mumble, murmur, mutter,
nag, normalize, omen, overhang, overshadow, perplex, persecute,
pester, plague, portend, preindicate, provoke, punish, push, presage,
pressurize, prognosticate, promise, prophesy, provoke, punish,
quarrel, quiz, rack, ravel, rebuke, reprimand, risk, scare, scold,
scourge, scowl, sense, shake, shame, signify, smite, snap, snarl, son,
soothsay, spook, strike, tangle, tease, terrorize, threaten, thunder,
torment, torture, trouble, upset, usurp, vaticinate, vex, vilify,
vociferate, walk, warn, worry, wound, wring, yell, yelp, zero, zip, zone.