They had rapidly turned from discussion group to angry mob
Screamers and yellers took the helm, storming the podium.
They expressed hatred for all humans over sixty-two.
Thought they should be shoved off on ice flows.
I started to work my way toward the back where the doors were.
But they caught me and dragged me back.
A person once said it has always
Been that way
Creating an illusion
Down here confusion on
Earth and
Fueling the emotion
Going with blind devotion
Hovering on a rift
Imagination adrift
Just because one read it
Killing our thoughts of who said it
Luring us into blindly following
More insanity and wallowing
Never to think on our own
Opting to live as a drone
Pouring out empty phrases
Quarreling through the ages
Recesses of our mind
Simply being blind because
Those who said it also
Understood our pettiness and
Verified our weaknesses
Watched their will seeping where
Xanax will be the answer because of
Yellers ceaseless banter
Zzzs are all that’s left to say.
© Deborah Kelly Aug 2021
Since it’s the beginning of a rather bleak week,
I’ve decided to play games like hide and go seek.
First I have to round up some willing boys and girls,
They are around the corner , some are wearing curls.
We all have to be careful when choosing our sides,
We need glad ones, and nice ones, and some with tough hides.
We need screamers, and yellers, and gigglers too.
It’s keen fun playing games with pals that can “woo hoo.”
I like jumpers, and thumpers, and clappers galore.
To get this game started, I’d best go out the door.
I’m pedaling up the street, an inviting bike ride.
My friends cannot find me if I hole up inside.
Pots of witches brew and potion
Black cats causing fun commotion
Dracula's sharp fangs and cape
Hunting you -- there's no escape
Parts of zombies falling down
A bloody trail on the ground
Frankenstein and his new bride
Wreak havoc a mile wide
Ghosts haunting attacks and cellars
Enjoyment comes from running yellers
Wolf man starts to sneak and prowl
Waiting for the moon to howl
Ghouls and goblins eat a snack
Planning a frightful attack
A night of horror has begun
For adults and little ones
Filled with all kinds of surprises
Monsters of all shapes and sizes
Wait all year for this one night
They can haunt and they can fright
Chosen a burden of childhood
out goings meant not a reflection
of the “happenings” .
The severe bruise devoted to the meat
and about yellers might not a such heat
yet , the world of other tops
did not mean a much deed .
Separated a soul from a bodied born ,
as the spirit versus itself and torn .
The grave diggers avenges and if so ,
die my the whatsoever people ,
but not blue the blown .
Some dark , done a gorgeous giant ,
What part , none was a delicious night .
Sleep damned things never be waken up ,
an instinct flow , up to the paradise ,
will , though , be a brilliant flight .
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