Costuming Halloween
Masque my visage fast!
…So my eyes bulge out, drunken red, and give me
purpled, hairy lips and cheeks to complete
My bloodcurdling look — Yikes!
So scary…Not sweet!
So chilling that Halloween’s
Gross memories of seeing me will not be beat!
Then, when I float from door to door,
Levitating on a smoky breeze,
To greet the folks’ aghast gazes, I’ll growl
with a phantasmal voice to haunting, I’ll declare,
“Boo! Trick or treat!” and
They’ll step back away as if shock could kill, but
Thrilled, gasp, “Hey! Your costume’s a blast!”
Whereupon, I’ll begin my Halloween act
By morosely sharing, “T’is not a costume at all,
But my natural state…’T’is my own gross, gremlin grin;
My own foot-long ears; my own outlandish, fear-frizzed hair,
That altogether has me wailing, especially on
H a l l o w eve n night
“BOO-hoo! Boo! Boo-hoo!”
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(c) sally young eslinger 10/30/2023
Happy Birthday Jim!
Categories:
morosely, fear, fun, halloween, imagery,
Form: Imagism
‘Tis the feathered ballet of the fall
that graces the sky for one and all
Ornate earthly joy, bird swoops convey
on a colourful autumnal day.
Singing birdsong as gentle winds blow
flocks of warblers fly by to and fro
The leaves on trees wave in feisty praise
for the joy bestowed on their last days.
In twilight when the night is still young
nightingales come with songs to be sung
These birds fly away after the fall
to a warmer place where life’s a ball.
Cometh the day withered leaves die
softly, softly birds sing goodbye
Morosely dancing in airspace
splendour of autumnal winged grace.
Categories:
morosely, autumn, dance,
Form: Rhyme
Nocturnal visions of the highest order welcome you
Priestess of ancient tribes...
Cast your spell wrap the moon in dark tinsel swindles
Open the gateway dark anime girl ,
and potentize your aerial fields of resonance
Enter into the dragon's shrine, use your potion
to qualm the drake keeper;
Seize your destiny as the stars seize the night
use your wizardry to dye the sun hairs black
allow the purple bruised night to feast on your mood
eglantine kisses dark as blackstrap molasses
falling on you like mellifluous rhythm of tantric drums
Ink your beauty on their bodies morosely caress their wounds
heal and saturate them, with your purple plum heart.
Categories:
morosely, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Into the
depths of anguish;
plunged deep.
Gone in a flash
job held dear for years.
In a daze...
after
a lay off;
no fault...
of his own.
He now finds
himself at crossroads.
"Where do I go from here?,"
he...
morosely wonders.
(Yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllabbles
Date written: 02/17/2021
Categories:
morosely, fate, jobs, loss, sad,
Form: Verse
What will be will be
It was raining all day he sat morosely
on the balcony, today he sits on the terrace
and is still pessimistic despite sunny weather.
He wants to go back to his cottage in Algarve
to soak up the atmosphere of what once was
say hello to the trees, birds and bees and
things that annoyed him like dog crap outside
his front door and the holes in the road
lugging firewood, sleep under three duvet and
on top of two mattresses, he is not a princess
hear dogs barking in the night and feel safe.
Last time he was home had forgotten the keys
had to break a window inside the yard to get in,
despite this, he had slept well to the choir
of howling dogs, with a belly full of wine and bacalao.
Categories:
morosely, friend, fun, happiness,
Form: Blank verse
Sometimes when the sun
Hovering on the horizon in the eventide
On a cold, windy winter day
Is bidding goodbye at the close of day
I watch it almost wistfully
Wishing it would linger much longer
Oh, the beautifully bright glow
And the glory of it, I truly treasure
What could be more magnificent?
A molecule of melancholy hangs high
In the frigid air as I watch the setting sun
Slowly and steadily sink into the sea
I watch it drowning, and I wish it would
Grow arms and safely swim out to shore, to me
Is it so wrong to wish it stays through a cold night
To bless me with a wealth of warmth?
I know with crystal-clear certainty, it will
Generously grace me with its presence
At tomorrow's sunrise
I morosely miss it, still
Submitted for...
Alliteration - Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Date originally written: 11/09/2018
Date submitted: 08/31/2022
Categories:
morosely, desire, imagery, longing, sun,
Form: Alliteration
We slum dwellers strive through arduous thistles of hardship
We tough it out through the mere adroitness of apprenticeship
We writhe morosely, carrying the world over our shoulders
But we tussle toughly the travails like soldiers
We're the slaves that bolster the aplomb of the upper crust
The hapless mendicants whose ascendancy the haves must thrust
The loyal ignoramuses that politicians use for their puissances
The impoverished natives the government uses to seek aid for its juissances
The kooky denizens that researchers scrutinate as a case study
The inane old guard whom the civilized take as nerdy
We sleep like foiled wolves and wake like champion lions
We carouse in our wobbly shanties like they're our Zions
We wade through the filthy excrement as our daily tracks
These afflict no more, for we've in vain raised our flacks
We accept to be the encumbrances the society discard to roaming sellers
But we know behind the hurdles what we dream, we slum dwellers
Categories:
morosely, confidence, poverty,
Form: Rhyme
My little phone touch gave brightness
As I saw moving shadows on the dark blue walls.
As quiet as a mouse,
I stared at my imaginary motley collection of furniture and painting.
I could hear footsteps slowly moving to and fro.
The sounds of vehicles miles away kept me lively.
I listened to the moan of the wind in the trees, as birds sings and peeks on them.
I stood motionless, as I gazed morosely out of the window, as moth gathers a bulb outside.
A touch on my hair brings me back to the realization of the dude on my bed.
His penetrating blue eyes captures and elevates my spirit, he whispers slowly into my ears.
I wants to kiss you lying on diamond pebbles in a pink sea.
He held me closely capturing my lips and elevating my breast with a deep, electrifying romance in the south.
It felt like england having a new Queen.
Categories:
morosely, cool, desire, how i
Form: Chant Royal
Miserable Landscape
The scene I knew as child was undulating flat
and the ocean of straw that mirrored the sky, light
and dark, punctuated by islets of farms peopled by
folks who lived a life of conformity when not driving
to a town that sold booze and gets sinfully drunk
scaring wife and animals, and skulking morosely in
the barn was looking for a bottle that is not empty.
The bottomless pain of silence and the message
that so and so had hung himself in the rafter and
Thinking if I have to endure another winter…
The wind always blew clouds hurried across the sky
nothing here, but the endless sulk off the hapless
Categories:
morosely, corruption,
Form: Blank verse
March middles and meanders
while munching on mild marigolds and
meekly mumbling melancholy meanings
about the miserable maladies of
migraines from mostly grasses and pollens.
Meanwhile, mealy mouthed moguls
make monotone messages about
monopolies while meandering
around the metropolis, moving
morosely like mundane mensches.
Maybe a masseuse with a
mustard mustache could
manipulate and mop up the
madness that has multiplied
over this mixed up millennium.
Mostly, though, we must march and
move to mitigate the mad man monarchy
or make a mad dash to Monrovia!
Categories:
morosely, fun, silly,
Form: Alliteration
I crossed from Boston Common to the pub
on Beacon Street. A barstool, banter, beers
awaited me, for I was bound for "Cheers",
the suds-and-suckers landmark of The Hub.
But this was not remotely as I'd hoped.
So small and squat and square, and antiseptic!
A couple from Des Moines, and one dyspeptic
waitress in the "chow shack", neatly-roped.
The silence made me feel I'd interloped.
Six bucks a beer. As I morosely moped,
the woman I'd come all this way to see
(so blonde, so buxom, with such perfect skin)
was far too occupied to lunch with me.
Facades are only there to draw you in.
Categories:
morosely, life,
Form: Sonnet
I thought my poem sedulous,
instead it turned out nebulous,
all who read, incredulous,
merit at best tenuous.
Its origin endogenous,
meter, rhyme preposterous,
spurious, anomalous,
muse morosely arduous.
Striving for poetical,
its words turned out pathetical,
useless and nonsensical,
amusement for the skeptical.
Might someone who’s methodical,
and skilled lexicographical,
allay its monotonical?
Odds against are astronomical.
Categories:
morosely, poetry,
Form: Monorhyme
I hold on tightly to all that I hold so dear
Hoping against hope she sees me near
I wonder if she befriended me for reasons facetious
Or is it because she had no other friendship
I clasp onto this with a rock iron grip
Hoping against hope shes not my friend for a day
Withered by life and bruised by many a past dismay
I walk morosely towards my friend with her back to me
Unintentionally I hear the words she spat out . . . about me
Hi I say, how are you doing dear friend of mine
She turns in guilt, to find me bathed in a smile
No matter she was my fiend for a day
To find my truth this is but a minor delay
Hoping against hope I find my lifes true worth
I grin and smile, all pretended mirth
Categories:
morosely, hope, friend, me, friend,
Form: Lyric