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One dark and dreary night many, many moons ago
myself and a friend coming home from the local disco
no names mentioned smiling . . .
and in the far distance we could see and hear three girls
laughing and giggling and having fun
This was Halloween Night or All Hallows' Eve . . .
and so we climbed up the nearest evergreen
barely breathing, holding our breaths . . .
so they would not hear us and sense our presence
the one directly in the middle as they neared us
in passing a quick clip at the back of the head said
do you want to hear the screams roaring out of
them away hammer and tongs up the road
We could hear them shouting and carrying on . . .
I'm sure that place is haunted
to this day they tell their story claiming it to be real
well better still was to come for both of us
laughing our hearts out giggling like madmen
I felt like a gruesome hand of ice just touched me . . .
the tremors ran down my spine
jolting me in a most terrible way
almost felt like a gripping sensation on my shoulder
almost falling of the tree with a roar
My good friend starting screaming making it worse . . .
saying somebody must of touched us the same time
we looked at each other and made a race to get home
just got really spooked and ran the whole 3 miles home
in a record time ever saying my holy prayers every stroll of the way . . .
a most hideous and macabre thought -- a ghost touched me
as the cold ran right through me chilling me to the bone
never was I as glad to see holy water in the house
I bless myself for being lucky
never ever have I pulled such a prank
from that night to this . . .
It backfired on us so we chose never to say
a word about it ever again!!
And now we can only say: BOO!! BOO!! BOO!!
And Happy Halloween!!
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman, Free Verse Collaboration (October 13, 2014)
(Contest Entry for Halloween Co-Writes, 5 Nov 14, Diane Locksley - Sponsor)
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what to
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blow bellows
heat til hotter
take with tongs
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the anvil chimes
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flattening exactly
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Form:
One dark and dreary night many, many moons ago
myself and a friend coming home from the local disco
no names mentioned smiling . . .
and in the far distance we could see and hear three girls
laughing and giggling and having fun
This was Halloween Night or All Hallows' Eve . . .
and so we climbed up the nearest evergreen
barely breathing, holding our breaths . . .
so they would not hear us and sense our presence
the one directly in the middle as they neared us
in passing a quick clip at the back of the head said
do you want to hear the screams roaring out of
them away hammer and tongs up the road
We could hear them shouting and carrying on . . .
I'm sure that place is haunted
to this day they tell their story claiming it to be real
well better still was to come for both of us
laughing our hearts out giggling like madmen
I felt like a gruesome hand of ice just touched me . . .
the tremors ran down my spine
jolting me in a most terrible way
almost felt like a gripping sensation on my shoulder
almost falling of the tree with a roar
My good friend starting screaming making it worse . . .
saying somebody must of touched us the same time
we looked at each other and made a race to get home
just got really spooked and ran the whole 3 miles home
in a record time ever saying my holy prayers every stroll of the way . . .
a most hideous and macabre thought -- a ghost touched me
as the cold ran right through me chilling me to the bone
never was I as glad to see holy water in the house
I bless myself for being lucky
never ever have I pulled such a prank
from that night to this . . .
It backfired on us so we chose never to say
a word about it ever again!!
And now we can only say: BOO!! BOO!! BOO!!
And Happy Halloween!!
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman, Free Verse Collaboration (October 13, 2014)
If I had a semi
I would fill it with cushions and couches
I would paint Party Uber on her outsides
I would put a refrigerator in her
And a fire pit with roasting tongs
There would always be a supply of marshmallows
Graham crackers and Hershey bars always replenished
Hotdogs and fresh buns too
It would be a slumber party semi
A birthday party semi
A Super Bowl party semi
So of course, the TV set would be huge
And there would be a hostess
She would make sure your party is exactly as planned
Yes this is what I would create
I would drive my party vehicle state to state
If I had a semi
Whoretpurfecker were once completely indigenous to Terrious Mount, now they are
The only things that's survived here.The only things except for you he challenged him. You and your kind are here too, why do you wish to deceive me to have me to believe that only one kind of tardigrade lives here? Your species is more evolved. He punished my mother that she only did the work of women, he chored and labored while she lyligaded, so he says. He treats me cold as do others of his kind. We evolved from there standards and were cursed for doing so. When the humans developed the warp bubble they used us as guinea pigs. There women were savage and hostile. Wearing straps and were nearly naked. They wished to arouse us, we refused and they spoke us as faggots and rebels. When the sun shine on lily pad for 100 days we evolved, never to be stemmayed again camera waves from earth bought ultra violet light we used it to develop big-pecker syndrome, we made pregnant those others refuse to procreate with and now these dewkind tongs are her after our women. When I divide myself from them I do so in the honor of those who tricked the Pussayindews into there defeat!
Admiral Fecker of Tardigrade Warriors
Mars Terra Group
Whatever happened
To afternoon tea
Served around four o-clock
It used to be a daily ceremony
Out came a pretty cloth
From an old sideboard drawer
To put on a small table
Used many times before
On to this table
Doylies and napkins placed
Precisely and carefully
There was no need to race
Then came the china
A person's very best
Teapot and cosy
And an antique spoon rest
Fairy cubes of sugar
Along with bowl and tongs
Wireless playing softly
To the now old-fashioned songs
Now to the best part, the spread
Oh! the spread
Everything home-made
Especially the bread
Assorted sandwiches, sometimes ham
Mostly it was scones with cream and jam
Nothing elaborate just wholesome fare
Loving-kindness sprinkled there
Not a Macdonalds to be seen long ago
And preservatives were not so prevalent
So, most grew their own vegetables
And had gardens with fruit trees
Used old-fashioned methods
To nurture these
They grew organic without realising
Healthy, rewarding and very enterprising
There’s no such thing as hunger.
No grasping with tongs.
Like a spidery leg.
Meals.
Not restful, relaxing food.
Jumping beans and spidery baked goods.
Makes me upset like-
There’s a curtain endlessly.
Hunger sadness.
The reaching feeling.
To the top shelf where the cereal lives.
Spiders on top.
Jar of cookies too.
The freezer makes me depressed.
Like lonely iced tingling.
I like to gobble up the leftever ice cubes.
Nothing else.
Nothing else makes me as happy as-
Ice cream.
Scraping.
Tasting.
Hamburgers delight.
Nothing else.
Is like a meal while watching tv.
When she left two weeks ago…
I started eating the sickly leftovers.
Some are mine.
Others have always been.
To walk the talk over burning hot coal
Tests the mettle of God-bestowed free will
Debate ensues between ego and soul
By hammer and tongs, shaped on the anvil
Hesitation signals we’re not ready
Looking at how to better our morrow
Unable yet to hold love’s flame steady
Self-serving instinct cause of our sorrow
In the playground of life, as we do dance
We begin to look beyond outer form
Every breath we take, offers us a chance
To choose love over strife, in each life storm
It’s high time hermit, that we stand erect
Heeding voice of conscience, our life’s perfect
21-April-2022
Uncharmed by the bloom of fresh roses white,
I shall with the mute prop of unspeaking sticks,
Like a bored mollusk loathe my slowing walks;
And pine for eternal still with wee cursing clicks.
Uninspired by thrills of chart-topping songs,
And no longer revived by their lisping beats,
And aided by sad hammers and rioting tongs,
I soon shall fault all Earth and her tepid treats.
Not fresh world's trending fashion’s catalogues,
Nor its luring vogues in their cyclic monologues,
Shall this last pilgrim's going even slightly delay;
All men’s warmth unwanted obstacle in my way.
Thievish night's erstwhile dreaded gloom
Shan’t prove such a feared quieting tomb,
For her dusky shroud may better warmth
Spell than all sluttish breath's jaded cloth.
I’ll gradually disdain these slow-turning rounds,
And slowly uninterestedly rise to stiller grounds.
“JUST SAY YES!”
Evelyn Pearl Anderson
Imagine seeing the LORD God
seated high on His throne
and exalted with His garment
train filling the temple zone
Bright seraphs are seen flying above
with two wings while two more
wings cover the face and two more
cover the feet; they implored
“Holy, holy, holy is the
LORD Almighty; the whole earth
Is full of his glory”
As they called to one another
As Isaiah heard all of this, he
must have been greatly moved;
“the doorposts and thresholds shook and
the temple was filled with smoke”
Isaiah cried out, “Woe is me!
I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips
And I live among a people of unclean lips, and,
my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty”
Woe indeed! Then came a seraph
flying to Isaiah with tongs
carrying a live coal from the altar,
with it touching Isaiah’s lips
“See this has touched your lips,
your guilt is taken away
and your sin atoned for,” the seraph said.
Then Isaiah heard the LORD’s voice
“Whom shall send?
And who will go for Us?”
And I said,
“Here am I, Send me!”
Our encounter with the LORD God
May not be so colorful
Or so dramatic or musical; however,
God’s calling is just as meaningful
How wonderful to serve the LORD:
“Holy, holy, holy is the
LORD Almighty; the whole earth
Is full of His glory.” (Isaiah 6:1-8)