dark Lord, lend me your horns and tail
the monster you need is with me in jail
my brother mike, a werewolf mean
he is the perfect villain on Halloween
His howl is treacherous, it ruins your suppers
His teeth are revolting, especially the uppers
Nightmares will be given throughout the night
to anyone who has seen his transformed sight
who else has the haunches to run children down?
To scare them so hard, the earth turns brown?
What other animal's howl causes your blood to stop?
you can pause right here, the werewolf is your only op.
when he wolfs out, there is blood in his teeth
he captures humans and tears into flesh above and beneath
the screaming goes on for a long time until his prey is dead
he will keep you tossing all night, scared to death inside your bed.
the sunflower doll was from Holland of course
I could tell by the colors said the wise well-seasoned horse
the goats did not know what he was talking about
They did not ask any questions, instead gave a pout.
Blue and yellow are Dutch-like the horse told the pig
A smart animal who asked, and then gave a jig.
Asking questions is a sign that you are quite bright.
The goats continued to wonder, all through the night.
"Shoot the vet today!"
Racehorse said, "Over champagne!"
Each way bet, okay!"
I look so harmless and unassuming, I am Peter’s aunt of course
He was a sickly child, but now he is on Marvel’s watchlist in full force.
Part of me thinks he might possibly be Spiderman, but I could be wrong.
There is so much energy in Stan Lee’s magic comic book series, long.
There are many comic book versions of who I really am.
My identity was not kept secret by the readers, and I was a gem.
History galore followed my antics; I was portrayed as everyone’s aunt.
To think of my nephew Peter Parker as Spiderman? I simply can’t!
To be engaged or married to me is almost sure to result in death you see.
I have had many husbands, fires, floods, and villains burgle me.
All of this angst and anguish was created by the wizard, old Stan Lee.
I was finally wounded and killed by the Green Goblin, on mainstream TV.
Gathering floor runner lead
Devotion vows
Devotion vows
Castle bigotry
Bigot spigots
Coffee wastes
Of course I do
You know it's true
I'm trying hard
To not tell you
Every time
In every rhyme
The effort's been
An uphill climb
I like to write
Most every night
Sometimes until
Dawns first light
My thoughts abloom
To edit, groom
Until they're ready
To consume
Small bouquets
Of poem sprays
Scented words
To start your days
I hope you find
A different kind
Of poem here
I love your mind
I would pack my dogs into the car
It might take ten minutes to get the puppy in
He is stronger than both of us
And he despises the car
If there is extra time I would take a few canvases,
A twenty-four pack of acrylic paints, ten paint brushes,
Three or four bowls – to feed the dogs and to wash out the brushes
I would also take cozy blankets and pillows
Our dogs like to be comfortable
A fifty-pound bag of dog food would go up front
My purse, my husband’s wallet, and a can of pork and beans.
The kind with a pop tab; I love beans.
Mitzy who retired the same day as me said
“One of my parents gave me two hundred dollars.”
“Great!” I replied
“Another gave me a hundred.”
This makes sense. She is a really terrific second grade teacher.
“And then, of course, we got the two hundred dollars from the PTA.”
I am sure she would not have mentioned this
if
she
had
known
that
we
was
only
she.
*P - Pegasus
O - Other horses
Pegasus,
the winged horse
Olympus
flew off course
Stallion
horse that's male
land in
a grassy dale
horses
came up to him
sources
to say his name
P - Pegasus.
forwards a pony
addresses
O - Sounds Greek to me.
P - It should be,
P - I am from Greece,
P - by the Aegean Sea.
now all at peace.
P - But before I go home,
P - I go to La La Land,
P - then on to Rome.
O - That land is a dreamland,
O - but wait, you no go back,
O - you go to that place?
P - All roads lead home, no offtrack.
O - But, La La, Dream, it's out in space.
P - It's okay, I got wings.
O - Okay, take the second star to the right, ...
P - No attached strings?
O - No you'll be alright.
O - And then, straight on till morning ...
To The North Pole Of Course (Part Two)
The farmlands, bridges and countrysides woosh by in a rush
then vanish before my eyes at a hundred and twenty six miles per hour.
My mind is traveling at the speed of Donner and Blitzen. It goes through a magical hourglass only to nestle inside a cinnamon scented wagon that is infused with the clanking of fine china cups. A peppery scent of hot chocolate perfumes the air and lands on my palate, sweetly.
While I am being ushered forth into Christmas, I sift through time, backpedaling swifter than Santa's mistletoe kiss.
I hear his rippling laughter and melt like butter.
My extra sensory perception picks up the echoes through the halls of my memory
and I say to myself, " I think I'm going home, to the North Pole of course."
Of course your name is Joseph I told the sheep.
He had not read the Bible.
He did not understand the humor in this.
Because your robe is decorated in many colors.
He spoke broken English.
By the time I had finished, he was more confused than ever.
And I remembered why I try to never speak to sheep.
a filly
prances about, acts silly;
definitely not a mare
there.
in pasture,
a great joy to run faster;
it’s fun to watch a young colt
bolt.
a hallion
grows up, becomes a stallion.
rascal equine as a child:
wild.
a pony
pretending, never phony,
but in essence, of course:
horse.
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a strange form: 3a/7a/7b/1b, with 2-syllable a-rhymes
the name is actually Deibide Baise Fri Toin, and I have no
idea where that comes from
a 'hallion' is a rascal
Would I dance in the rain with you?
Of course!
And, we’d have fun.
Would I walk through any storm with you?
Of course!
Until we see the sun.
Would I hold you when you’re frightened?
Of course!
To help you face your fears,
Would I share in your adventures?
Of course!
Throughout all the coming years.
Would I support you in your endeavours?
Of course!
I would be your biggest fan.
Would I cheer you up when you’re down?
Of course!
In the only way I know I can.
Would I pick you up when you fall?
Of course!
I would be your strength.
Would I stand up for you?
Of course!
For you, I would go to any length.
Would I offer you words of comfort?
Of course!
Long into the night.
Would I lead you in the right direction?
Of course!
I would be your guiding light.
Would I take a walk in your shoes?
Of course!
For you, there I will always be.
Would I do all of this?
Of course!
Because, you mean the world to me.
the timing's always wrong
so i press the mute button
and keep the silence to myself
believing nobody's interested
convinced nobody cares
what's deep within the well
will stay there for eternity
unless of course... i write my poetry
and cast it to the winds
AP: 3rd place 2022
poisonous of course
rattlesnake rock and roll
snake slithers off
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