the jack-o-lanterns were infuriated.
The ghosts and goblin mad.
garlic heads had crashed the party.
Halloween this year was sad.
How dare they show up again
With sloppy ink on their weird faces.
They cannot just come in here right?
Asked a vampire named Aces.
They are already in, the jacks said,
Feeling angry and upset.
The garlic heads are smelly.
They will stink this place up yet!
The werewolfs tried to get them to leave
By biting off their heads.
Now the smell was worse than ever.
We are leaving said all of the un-deads.
hOt SoUp
my poetry’s eclectic, electric
what stews in the mind
f i l l s t h e p a g e
i thumb threw my mind’s index
and choose a recipe card
a child swings through the air
grabbing oxygen to breathe
relating images dear to the heart
i grew up watching “dark shadows”
a mind filled with vampires, werewolfs,
witches, and victorian houses
often these ingredients are thrown
into the soup to spice up the story
to surprise the ears and eyes
main ingredients:
love for family
love for Jesus
i embrace the myriad forms, not afraid to try a new recipe
and if i can make it my own - stir it up with cayenne pepper
i’ll gladly sip it, taste it, savor it, hope you love it too
as i flip through the stack of cards, tree bark is a much
favored ingredient, and a dash of poppies, honeysuckle,
and coffee beans – yes, you heard me right. don’t judge
my recipe, you have yours.
1/21/2017
Ballad of the Werewolfs
All the lights went out in the city that night
The hunger came alive without a fight
Crept upon us without a surprise
They get warned of our disguise
Our existence they despise.
Are we evil?
Are we divine?
We all got a place in time
Are we evil?
Are we divine?
We all find a place to hide.
When they wake
They search for us in the light
We own the night
They command the light.
12 people gone out of sight
Disappeared in the night.
Then the lights fade
Then we emerge once again
Our hunger controlling who? What? and when.
We fill their nightmares through the night
But in the daylight we keep out of sight.
We hear the names you call us
Waiting for our fate to befall us
We are not evil
We are not divine
We are the hunter you’re the pray
until the start of the sun shining day.
The sun is rising in the sky, such a beautiful sight,
He came with no warning and stole the day from night.
With his coming birds did sing, clouds dissapeared, and bells did ring,
The dogs did bark, people spring, what a glorious thing.
Happiness in the world today in man and beast the same,
Men and women working while their children are playing games.
Throughout this wonderful day joy turns to sorrow,
For they all know and fear what comes before tomorrow.
The vengeful moon and her creatures of the dark,
Cat eyes glow green, and bats flutter in the park.
Werewolfs and vampires, witched and wizards,
owls and snakes, coyotes and lizards.
She comes almost unnoticed, and attacks him from behind,
Knocks the sun from the sky and takes her place in time.
If tomorrow he decides he should come and rise again,
The vengeful moon shall return with her evil creatures of sin.
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