The Ghoulette Becomes Breakfast
‘I’m so so in
the Halloween spirit—a scavenger hunt I’m hosting. I’ve hidden bloody axes, scythes etc. in
my backyard, however I’m
terribly upset I won’t be able to attend tonight,’
screamed The Ghoulette in fright
in a stork’s oven roasting in the light.
A too famished stork had kidnapped her,
had kidnapped her with great skirr.
The Unsupervised Stop Sign 10-26-23
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The Unsupervised Stop Sign
STOP!
Red lights flash crimson warnings
As arias of bloodred omens swirl about
My heedless headstrong rush past clanging signs
Into a deserted briar filled footpath in desertion.
SLOW DOWN!
Before unattended bowers of simpering weeds
Teach my mindless feet of snares and waiting snakes
While grieving angelic hosts
Sing pathetiques of harbingers.
DANGER!
Scoffing ignorance of neon auguries,
Captured in the throes of blindness,
My scorn winks in guarantees like surety bonds
That no other pathway breaths with rightness.
LOOK! CAUTION!
Heralds of merciful premonitions skirr,
Lay in tatters of disdain - pride traded for prudence
I swat at qualms and question like skeletons of leaves
Only to be swallowed into an abyss of remorse and contrition.
I once knew a poet named Probir
In quest of poems came to Kashmir
Fell in love with a girl
In Dal lake a slight swirl
While in love squall all poetry skirr
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