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Some old guy on a park bench
looks like Jesus,
if Jesus had lived to be some old guy.
I'm old, not really, really old
but I look older than that guy on the bench.
From his coat pocket
he scatters crumbs among the pigeons.
The birds are diseased, they got warty stumps for legs.
I know what stumps look like; seen way too many.
He looks at me and winks.
I don't think he's gay; don't care anyway.
I think he can read my mind,
because he just laughs and laughs
as if I had just told the best damn joke ever.
The pigeons rise up and fly away.
It's a beautiful sight,
sunlight speaks through their wing feathers.
Every one of them sick birds is beautiful.
I’m so caught-up in the moment
I forget about disease or stumps.
I still don’t get the joke - never will, I guess.
Crazy Daze
I woke up this morning and put my socks on my face
I put my pants on my elbow, hey what other place?
My bagels, I gave to the cat with jelly on,
The cat food was tasty, when I sat down to some.
I needed a pee so I went to the road,
Unfortunately there, I peed on a toad.
The toad was disgusted and warty all over,
He hopped into the road and was squashed by a Rover.
I was fully relieved and need to go the shops,
I couldn’t find my keys they were thrown out with the slops.
I waved down a car and held him to ransom with a banana
I told him don’t worry “I’m not gonna harm ya”
Some lovely men in white coats so white they are gleaming
The cars with pretty lights and sirens are screaming.
They say they want to take me for a nice rest
“I just don’t have time” I said “stop being a pest.”
They wrapped me in this lovely white warm jacket
It has straps and belts and looks as if it cost a packet.
The room they have rented is all soft, quiet and warm
They have left me here now saying I can do no more harm.
Theme for collaboration suggested by Tim Smith
Two enormous old toads crossed the road
On Tom’s back lounged Thomasina toad
Both are ugly and warty
Thomasina’s so naughty
As her bowels on his back she’d download
06-16-17
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
When Thomasina toad dumped on old Tom
He thought her poop explosion was a bomb
He hopped in the air
gave her a mean stare
shouting, "I'm not taking you home to Mom!"
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
Ribbit rubbit robbit 'n ro
this crazy toad has got to go
She's turning quite mean -
Fifty shades of green
No time to chat but still does crow
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
"Why don't we do it in the road?"
Said Thomas, the old horny toad
Thomasina hissed,
"Get a load of this!"
and a "blessing" on him bestowed
WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS
Thomasina was on a road trip
Her taxi was Tom's back she'd grip
But she strained as she held
And her bottom expelled
So she said "I've just left you a tip"
WRITTEN BY RAY GRIDLEY
Tom and Thomasina were the perfect pair
They were ancient toads without a care
He had a huge wart
She gives a mean fart
Anyone in her vicinity better beware!
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
Now Tom was an over achiever
He wanted the lady, not leave her
He sprayed his back with Scotch-Guard
and rubbed down with lots of lard
the dumper was now the receiver
WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Tom gave Thomasina the boot
Got sick from the smell of her poot
told her to get lost
right after he tossed
She gave him the one finger salute
WRITTEN BY DANIEL TURNER
Thomas and Thomasina loved to hear
the waterboatmen rubbing their gear
Thomas tried and started to croak
causing Thomasina to choke
you two will never get it right I fear
WRITTEN BY SEREN ROBERTS
When T'sina hopped on for a ride
Old Thomas reminded his bride,
"Though you're my sweet dish,
on the road we'll get squished",
"Just do it!" was her terse reply.
WRITTEN BY CRAIG CORNISH
Thomasina and Tom a heavy load
Lingered a little too long on the road
He could have kissed her all night
shocked at the oncoming lights
Croak and ribbit was heard; two flattened toads
WRITTEN BY EVE ROPER
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06-16-17
Trouble, trouble stirs the wind
ghastly ghosts rise and ascend
warty toads croak
vile spells are spoke
witches’ covens evil intend
Burbling, gurgling cauldron hot
with purple vein, red blood clot
virgins hopeful eyes
fear and dread belies
throw them in and stir the pot
Screeching, screaming banshee songs
garish ghouls with pointy prongs
mulish mummies
reeking rummies
to evil spirits the night belongs
Trembling, tremoring witches fear
townsfolk are coming too near
sticks and stones
fire bemoans
the end becoming too clear
Freaking, shrieking their cry drums
slicing the air with its thrums
unwilling to face
they cut to the chase
quickly flee to save their bums
Legendary, lean Lucifer a weak, wooden wolf in shrimpy, short sheep coarse, creative clothing,
Large, long Lucifer a winning, white wolf in sharp, shaky sheep confident, clear clothing;
Lively, lord Lucifer a warty, worried wolf in shorter, shiny sheep cool, cruel clothing
Lame, lifeless Lucifer a witty, wet wolf in ty, shocking sheep cunning, caring clothing
Lazy, light Lucifer a wealthy, weird wolf in shameless, shy sheep colored, cold clothing
Liar, deceitful, lush Lucifer a warm, worthless wolf in shady, shallow sheep confused, compassionate clothing
Loving, lanky Lucifer a wise, witchy wolf in shattered, sheepish, sheep clothing
Lucifer a spirit of the wind, wild wolf in, shameful sheep casual, kinky clothing
Lucifer wonderful, wide wolf in shook, shriveled sheep curly, crazy clothing
Loud, little Lucifer a weathered, wicked wolf in shadowy, shining sheep, comfortable, calm clothing;
Lumpy, lost Lucifer a wavy, wack wolf in shrill, shimmery sheep clothing,
lonely Lucifer a weak, wooden wolf in, short sheep creepy, cuddly clothing;
Large, long Lucifer a warty, worried wolf in shorter, shiny sheep cute clothing
Lucifer no devil in red with a shiny-pointy pitch fork
He’s a good looking devil used to be one of the high arch-angels
Lively, lordly Lucifer a witty, wet wolf, shocking sheep coarse,
Lucifer a wolf in sheep clothing
Lucifer a wolf in lamb clothing
Clothed or Naked, get thee behind me Satan
8/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I‘m a skinny hungry ghost fill my bag till it bursts
with your candies hard and soft jelly beans tootsie rolls
fill! Or I’ll sac you into my bag tie and sell you
to witches as a rag at the HAHA Trading Post
where the caldrons are steaming hearts in snake oil rats and frogs
rattling through the eerie night waiting for children blood
skeleton heads, empty eyes, bones and teeth, screeching sounds
witches dancing with vampires vomiting children blood
headless knights on horseback riding branding bloody swords
wood legged pirates from the sea: slimy hairs, warty skin
sounds of heavy footsteps coming, dinosaurs charging
winged monsters claws as spikes, hooting owls, crawling spiders
Thanks and BOO! Go inside, have a hollowed ghastly night.
Third Place: Russell Sivey- Halloween Scare-11/9/17
I researched the earth's endangered species list and this is what I found.
There's everything on the list from A to Z - rare species just abound!
I'll highlight some of the more interesting varieties just to name a few,
That creep and crawl amongst us in this world-wide conglomerate zoo!
There's the Red-bellied Grackle, Pig Footed Bandicoot and Aquatic Rat;
Paraguana Mustached Bat, Zanzibar Guitarfish and the Andrean Cat!
A rare Whiskered Flower Pecker, Canarian Shrew and Amaragosa Vole,
A Peruvian Climbing Mouse, African Wild Ass and an Arend's Golden Mole!
Also listed were the Aruba Island Rattlesnake and the Okinawa Rail,
The Western Wattled Cuckoo Shrike and the Rolling Pebblesnail.
Something called the Philippine Warty Pig and the African Wild Dog,
And a Red-collared Mountain Babbler plus a Tanzanian Screeching Frog!
I also found a Banded Wobblegong and a reptile called a Bailey's Snake,
A Cameroon Clawless Otter and something called a Band-bellied Crake!
How about the Concave-eared Oderous Frog or an Eastern Bristlebird,
The Charming Thicket Rat, Common Yobby or a rare Dahl's Jird!
Some folks may find some redeeming value having these critters in our midst,
And I suppose to a certain degree we must learn with them to coexist.
But more importantly, if humankind can't learn in peace on earth to dwell,
We *****sapiens could end up on the endangered species list as well!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 7 on Amy Green's "Ode To The Endangered" Contest - June 2010
I WANNA KNOW 2
Is a yo-yo still a treasure without a string?
Would you still love Shenia Twain if she couldn't sing?
Would a wasp be courageous if someone buried his sting?
Is a bathtub comfortable when it hasn't a ring?
If Halloween subtracted it's ghosts and goblins
And burned the masks of gloom and doom
And banished black cats and bats
And warty witches on flying brooms
Would you still go trick or treating door to door to fill your sack?
Would you return home to change your costume and then go back?
You're mean! But I'll keep your secret because that's allowed on Halloween.
What if wrong traded places with right?
Would Walt Disney be sad if someone kidnapped Snow White?
What if parents lost their all uptight?
Would you help them look or read a book?
How exciting is bacon without it's sizzle?
How desired is the soda pop without the fizzle?
How rich is the soil without plenty of drizzle?
And how sad the Railroad workers without Roy Thorsen and his whistle.
How confusing the alphabet without C and D
How soon man would perish if water ceased to be
How useless the forest if stripped of every tree
And how boring Hockey without Wayne Gretsky......
Blackie mounts my broomstick every Halloween
With her silky coat and eyes of emerald green
We’re silhouetted in the moonbeam's gleam
Kitty meows so loudly if ever we are seen
Children point at us and let out a scream
Look at that black cat and the warty old witch
Blackie’s hackles rise, her meow rises in pitch -
I wish my black kitty had got a volume switch
We rise then fall as my broomstick gets a glitch
Suddenly we're both propelled into a watery ditch
Poor kitty's fur’s wet, bracken covers her left eye
We clamber from the water, and I let out a sigh
She meows like a banshee, I know the reason why...
as she's lost our big container of sweet pumpkin pie -
It’s her Halloween treat; I can’t bear hearing her cry!
Her meowing gets so loud soon it reaches a decibel
So I get out my wonky wand and repeat a magic spell
My broom flies out the ditch, the pumpkin pie as well
We both climb onto the broom and fly off to a motel -
I’m glad we got the pie back, or she'd make my life hell!
Halloween Meow Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
AWARDED POEM OF THE DAY 24TH OCTOBER 2020
10/23/20
An late ebony night with trembling notes
gurgling sounds from moist throats
Where pickled cucumbers shrink in a jar
a lost night, no glow of heaven's stars
A multitude of creepy and muttering ghosts
haunts houses and churches to find their hosts
With rubber muscles and warty feet
imagine crawling down the cobblestone street
Whether you come or you leave, death smells close
Do not feel guilty it was just your time I suppose
Their shadows, with the evil hand of chance
never be tempted to join the dance