April plays a foolish part,
A warm embrace that tricks the heart.
While showers promise flowers soon,
I find a hundred thorns by June.
A chaotic peace, a subtle clash,
Bright tulips turning into ash.
Where silence wins and pride prevails,
The sweetest dream of summer fails.
The morning dew drops to the past,
As everything is moving fast.
I finally untie the knot,
To treasure my own solo shot.
To the layman’s unlearned eye,
Parliment is just another cigarette
To I, the educated expert its an extension
Its a bayonet with the mouth of a
cannon
A filter’s recession made with such
adaptive intention
Dab the divot in the pile of Columbian snow
Raise it like a glass to any curious biff
Just a sniff, a bumpskie, a twitch of the nose
Fireworks in the membrane and off they go
Under the cloud of cigarette smoke, the expert walks
a road of elation for eight minutes or so
Those days have been behind me for a number of years
and no matter how often i say cocaine is an unremarkable drug
As I was a conisseur of hypnotics and downers
the memories of explosive speed and dread and fear
Yet some are so comforting, when I see a Parliment
my eye allows the escape of one yearning tear
Ten caged apes eat grapes
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
LEAK ELECTORS LIST
BY ALBERTA SEPARATIST
A FRIGHTENING TWIST
Be especially careful on Halloween,
gather your children and rest serene,
for evil tenderly traces the darkness.
Tales tell what hides in darkest night,
witches fly dart-like in darkened skies
vampires that watch us with hungry eyes
those inhuman beings with unnatural reasonings,
who pounce with sudden, malicious impulse,
drawn by innocent breath and pulse.
Has anyone taken the time to explain
that witches are poisoned by sugary things?
Skittles, chocolates and marshmallow goo,
are toxins to werewolves and vampires too.
Simple exposure to sweets, like candy corn
will cause their skins to bubble and burn.
If you go out, to trick-or-treat - go with intent
- your lives may well depend on it.
.
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Songs for this:
Me and the Devil by SOAP&SKIN
I Want Candy by Bow Wow Wow
A "real" politician has
silk hands,
a smooth talker, and
providential cunning...
He knows how to be sweet
like honey and has cold subtlety
even when
he's being quite cruel...!
I hope he makes you feel at home
hope it’s sweet when he’s singing you songs
I’m sorry I choked chewing on
my own tongue for too long
You’ve moved out
and moved on
Making vacancy space inside my arms
but there’s something I’m still clung on
Vagabond who can’t wander on
or let go of that glimmer of home
I wasn’t living in love
but I was somewhere so close
Does he listen when you’re silent?
Does he watch you as you sleep?
Is it everything we were supposed to have?
I can’t help but feel like the trick’s on me
You said
he makes you feel
like magic.
and I transcended, disappearing from the picture
as I imagined your passion
watched
my love story
col lapse
in
to
trag
edy
in a second
and a half.
the cuckoo is a lazy trickster
she lays her eggs in bush warbler’s nest
remember Mayzie LaBird in Dr. Seuss’s book Horton Hears the Who?
Bush warbler is tricked by cuckoo bird.
She thinks the eggs are hers.
Takes care of them until they hatch
And then raises cuckoo’s baby as her own.
Butterless flies flutter by
and dragons without fire fly.
Over and under,
curious wonder.
Nature’s tricks do mystify.
You'd better take care whom you choose as a mark.
For this old dog’s bite is much worse than his bark.
If you’re going to poke him best have a long stick,
‘Cause this here old dog, well, he’s got some new tricks.
It is better for you to let sleeping dogs lie.
There’s still lots of fight left, but go on and try.
If you light the fuse know you'll find a short wick,
And this here old dog, well, he’s got some new tricks.
It's not the dog's size but the size of the fight.
Don’t laugh at the bark or you will feel the bite.
Don't push him too far ‘cause some things you can’t fix,
And this here old dog, well, he’s got some new tricks.
If you see the old dog, best leave him alone.
He’s watching you close so you don’t take his bone.
If you mess around you will find out right quick
That this here old dog, well, he’s got some new tricks.
Picture Prompt Poetry Contest
Margarita Lillico
It's Halloween night for these three oddballs
Spooks the masks, costumes, candies, norms, and dolls
Three little boys on the prowl
That looks displaced, strange, and foul
Their sights were on scaring with their eyeballs
HALLOWEEN
Halloween started as a Celtic celebration
But things have changed over the generations
People get dressed in costumes and walk the streets
Knocking on doors and asking everyone they meet
Just one question and that is “Trick or Treat?”
So, we give them lollies to avoid getting tricked
If nobody knocks upon my door
Then it is me that I bought the lollies for
And that is definitely alright by me for sure
October 31st is Halloween
How many lollies I eat remains to be seen.
FUNHOUSE MIRROR (pov)
I am a mirror in which many take place, what you see is not what you get I
can assure you it's all fun in games.
In the same light that slims you down a different angle at that and now you're
round, some I see giggle and share hearty laughs a sensitive youth might cry
as they past.
It looks like as if I have stolen your height or maybe a twist with all of my
might.
For these are silly games in which lights bended my shape. In a funhouse or in
a circus: my cousins you try to escape.
Their lack in humor must make them dull, Because my figment is your fantasy
of you being tall.-Maleeeon
11/28/23
10:13 PM
Here I stand.
Covered in mud.
Slouching about.
Momma told me not to come,
But the boys made it sound like fun.
We tied a rope to the tree.
Swung out over the stream.
I was the first to go in.
The water was cold and shallow.
The mud was deep.
How will I get home,
Without my Momma to see?
What an awful mess I made of me!
Foot by foot,
I lifted them out.
My shoes were gone,
Sunk in the ground.
Climbing up the stream embankment,
I blended right in.
Then I heard a shout!
"It's the stream monster,
Just coming out!"
I looked at my friends,
All laughing about.
Took hands full of mud,
Began to sling it about.
To this day,
None of the boys would say,
How everyone came home,
Covered in mud that day!
bawdy at the polls
the quiet blasphemy~
tricks have pockets full
***
For John ;),
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