Treat me nice and fair, please do
I may look old, though
I have a pure soul
I stay upon this land,
I have no special goal
Not as your vicious vile
It might think of me so
I am full of affection for the land,
I really do —
For there my old times carved,
And my roads paved.
I love them, really much,
I love them so.
I am a true gentleman
With a unique soul.
Please treat me nice and fair,
please do...
Picked our grandson up from camp,
A month without a visit.
He ran to us, his “Nana!” shout,
To my ears, most exquisite.
A week with him will be a treat
And even if the weather
Is rainy as predicted, we’ll
Enjoy our time together.
I’ve researched possibilities -
Museums, train rides, boats,
A working farm, a jail, a hike -
We’ll tally up the votes.
But even if we stay at home
With board games and TV,
(Plus iPad time, of course) it will
Be magical to me.
There once was a squirrel named Tippy
who loved ice cream that was chocolate chippy.
He’d wiggle and grin
as he dipped right in
that tiny-paw thief was so lippy.
Bradley pup’s birthday was on Halloween
trick-or-treating seemed kind of mean
it riled up that usually happy pup
he did not like strangers when he’d sup
can’t they trick-or-treat some other time?
Bradley would ask his daddy in a whine
I’ll try daddy said, but his bark was not understood
they ruined his birthday every year as treaters could
three geese walked into a bar; just kidding
but there were three geese from town of Glidding
They decided to dress in costume for Halloween night.
Pilgrim, pumpkin head, and ghost who was stark white.
They were invited eagerly to join the children throng.
They did not have to honk, so nothing went wrong.
When others yelled out “trick or treat”
they held out their sacks, for goodies to eat.
scream in my ear
distract my soul
your bloodless heart bleeds
yet your mouth is the eyes which cry
I watch as your soul shatters before me
like glass, it crumbles to the ground
mixing with the soil
as your tongue dries, I wither away
my raw heart emphasizes with you
I could never imagine your pain,
the thoughts which keep you awake,
or the things you never share
but you still look me in the eye
and loathe my very existence
yet I stand before you
as the sign you must face,
I may be the last human to treat you as one.
Our grandson had a party
To attend near where we live,
So a place to stay with Uber rides
Was what we had to give.
At 12 years old, Bar Mitzvahs beckon;
He’s a busy guy.
It’s hard to understand how fast
The years are zipping by.
Yet it was such a treat for us
To have him come to stay,
For even just the shortest time
With him can make our day.
To see the city through his eyes,
The place his dad was raised,
Is the part of nana-ing that leaves me
Happy and amazed.
The old lady was busy scolding pumpkin boy
his familiar black cat was not filled with joy
She wanted her kibbles in a large way
Had this silly pumpkin boy ruined things for her today?
She got up and gave the old lady her best sad eye
Don’t give that look said the hag, bye and bye.
The cat and the pumpkin boy went away without candy.
You owe me a Hershey’s bar, said the cat, Dandy.
you didn’t find him in the cathedral
or in the careful mouths of men
who polished their sins
like silverware
no—
you found him
in the ashtray
overflowing,
in the rent notice
taped crooked to the door,
in the last swallow
of something cheap
that burned going down
and you asked—
not kindly—
how did you treat me?
because if there was a god
he wasn’t up there counting halos
he was down here
getting his teeth kicked in
wearing your name
like a bad suit
you saw him
in the woman crying at 2 a.m.
in the man who laughed too loud
because silence was worse
in the stray dog
that wouldn’t stop following you
and still
you stepped over him
again
and again
you said
life is hard
you said
I didn’t make it this way
but you made your small part of it
you sharpened your edges
you chose where to look away
and now
the question hangs
like smoke that won’t leave the room:
how did you treat god?
did you give him a seat
or did you let him stand
out in the rain
with the rest of the broken things
be honest—
he’s still out there
waiting
and he doesn’t look anything
like what they told you.
Six cats devised a crazy October plan
Where they would sneak into Halloween land
They were going to trick or treat for kibble or fish
It is our desire, our need, our largest wish
But people give out candy, their parents cried.
And you’ll put yourself at risk, it would be better to hide.
The cats could not be detoured, they went any way
Returning home with nothing but candy, disappointed that day.
pretend pumpkin, faux witch, ghastly ghost and mummy
paraded through Halloween’s trick-or-treat with a dummy
Not a person, but rather a frightening, freaky doll
they used it to make their demands sound less small
Our child needs candy, they would say to each host
Especially good at a pleading voice was the ghastly ghost
the doll was a prop they probably did not need
because along the way they found Johnny Appleseed
Johnny Appleseed was a hit at every house they hit
He told caramel apple stories, that helped a bit.
“Trick or treat” they sang in unison, friends for life.
Collecting sweet candy without worry or strife.
Puffed with warmth for my birthday dinner treat
0n the plate of a pure veg restaurant
Tempting entree ignites the classy taste,
A delight, each bite, spread with tamarind chutney,
Together with kindred sharing stories
Of flavour, care and chefs` talents.
Savoury paneer masala
And dal makhani* served with mutter pulao
Make the main course, added with garlic nan,
Oozing with taste, a real relish,
Side-lined with pickled onions and rice kheer as desert,
A feast for the senses, a love we all share.
*Slow-cooked black lentils
Wonderfully infamous Maine sweet treat, sometimes called whoopsie.
Happiness from your first bite of chocolate cream filled cakes.
Only to disappear soon after you make them.
Optional flavors of chocolate, maple, raspberry, and peanut butter too.
Pumpkin ones in the fall are all the rage!
Icing can be in many flavors; cream cheese, vanilla, or something new.
Every bite is decadent, fattening and satisfying.
People even attend a whoopie pie festival every year.
I found that my grandmother hid a stash in her freezer, no one knew.
Easy to make and enjoy; Marjorie Standish has the best recipe too!
trick-or-treat bear
was afraid he might scare
but Halloween was in the air
and he was given a dare
he decided to try a trick-or-treat
because he loved candy, actually any old sweet
trick-or-treat bear
went to the first house
it was owned by a mouse
who called him a louse
mice do not share
they put on a snooty air
that put a little scare
into trick-or-treat bear
Gently stir together moments of life well lived~
the first touch of summer beneath the rose arbor,
a speck of trouble you sought to forgive,
and a jar full of water from His safe harbor.
Leave out the spoonful of sorrows,
replace it with twelve dozen smiles
and twelve dozen rosy tomorrows,
then mix in a secret from Grandfather’s files.
Allow it to age for a decade of years
until all the flavors are blended quite nice,
serve it without one trace of tears
for a treat of delight beyond any price.
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