Oct Poems - Poems about Oct

Bell re-rung lit bag of dung; no treat, so a smelly trick stomping makes a foot quite slick serves him right the cranky old prick -- Horrid Ghosts shrieking goblins bloody sacks creepy maniacs it's all sick fun Halloween on a bun~ icky worms and spiders -- backyard pool with a couple gators -- replacing guardian angels with starkly arousing satyrs -- a night of celebration hosted by the monarch of Evil Contemplation -- ...

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What shall I tell you about…books piled high, watery eyes, a day burned up, my birthday coming up. Shall I tell you, I have one more year before I’m officially a senior citizen and how the gray and wrinkled look at me and laugh because I’m too young to be north of 60. My hair...

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falls gloomy night skies meet the clueless ~ ~ winters bright nights new stars greet tears...

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Thirty minutes til pickup - leaving home before crack of dawn A slew of police cars and orange cones blocking the exit Reading mailboxes with old eyes - not owl eyes My friend and I exchanging gift bags - her birthday was in August Thirty more minutes North - I should have let her drive A sharp curve - caught...

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They saw each other, For the first time. She saw an angel, For the first time. Locked eyes and they smiled, That few second of stare, Was a life. The day when she met him, Was the day when she, Went on heaven to swim. His hands locked so well In her hands, As like he was the boy Of her brand. And her body fitted so well In his...

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If it were possible to love a thing, I would love you. I would hear the click of your pieces moving The silence of felt. Feel the hardness of marble, the soft warmth of wood, Watch the changing endless patterns. Smell the patient contentedness as your dance unfolds. I know you read the minds of many who play with you, Their...

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This is your month your time to shine Takeoff with happiness and leave the hate behind Its fall but I hope you don't fall Live life make your own call Party all in all but don't forget to give god time...

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These were my first five "Monday Monokus": "Three Monokus walk into a bar" posted 28 Sept 2020 don't challenge Death to a pillow fight or you will face Reaper cushions "Mr. Descartes, will you join us?" "I think not", he said, and disappeared the...

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Randy I swear it just doesn't seem possible that 1 year ago today it was one of the most horrible days that had ever happened in our lives it was the day you passed away and it was much too soon but to me it feels like it was just yesterday when our hearts forever broken...

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Surely, the demons I face While my eyes are wired shut Cannot grasp the taste But can only smell the blood. I know they’re laughing at me Some are pulling me forward Wanting me to come and see What lies behind closed doors. My hand pulsating profusely I place down a sweaty palm Jiggling the handle frantically Locked, so terrified I call. I know what’s behind remains...

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REWORKED 27 OCT 2017 I'm sorry I'm reposting this, I had to rework it for better meaning continuity and flow of speech. ```````````````````````````` Time pulls life by its hand and she's gliding along, to see, to sense to enjoy, proliferates with pride, but..... it's waning too, breadth after breadth spent. Doesn't know, time doesn't tell...

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Down they swooped, so keen, In perfect vee formation Bronzes, browns, a green Two blues and, showing elation, Lastly, at midpoint, the great golden Queen Beloved of our tiny nation, Their plate sized eyes awhirr As they sought new station. The sulphur smell Near knocked us out Reminiscent of the hell Of the recent rout. They parted ranks to let her through She landed, claws ascreech Then the...

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Parades of parades- Couples and trios A Sun present, Sand rises to a projected screen in reflected flash- Smells mixed in sights....

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Far may seem the distance From this coast to that Yet in a thought there is no time....

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