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All Hollows Eve

Gravestones in the park
Scary place when its dark
Empty plots marked by string
Morbid figures trying to sing
Pretty flowers dead or trying
Grace the path on which their lying
Scripted rocks with glowing paints
Must not be read if hearts are faint

withered corpses dance around
acting like their little clowns
comical yet scary too
watching the dead say goodbye to you
creepy vermin upon the plot
waiting for the next corpse to drop

swirls of fog blocking view
keeps you wondering what corpses do
so entranced by the game they play
leaves you lost, yet afraid to say


digging shovels stand erect
positioned so as to protect
mounds of dirt piled 6ft high
to bury the corpses when they die
because wild wolves like tasty bones
and drag corpse souls far from home

so as we know and always will
unburied bones are never still

Halloween  Challenge Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
11/02/2020

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My Dilemma

Satan’s shadow or an angels alibi

Wait till Tomorrow then try to decide
Touch the wings on  a butterfly
Or harness the light from afire fly
Clearing the night rain from a window sill
Causes havoc in the morning still 

Satan's shadow or an angels alibi

You can catch a beam from the molten sun
Or force a cripple to try and run
Gently bend that strand of grass
Or start a war then kick some ass

Satan’s shadow or an angels alibi

One more worry with no reply
Or another self created lie

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Plots For Sale

Clean and empty vacant spot
Built to make sure you thoroughly rot
Spacious area, room to grow
For a lot cheaper than it ought to go
Nice little path for a flower bed
An ex barber next door to shave your head

Down the road whilst our children sleep
City workers clean our streets
A little lively towards the nights eve
But still enough serenity allowing you to believe
Christening are twice a week
Or counseling and guidance other days of the week
Down the street and around the block
Are places corpses hang and talk?

How much money in your pocket child
I’ve got a price it’s listed on file
Still unsure well move aside
There’s another person waiting in line
Well   considering just who you are
Part of your payment could come from the stars
                
    
    
Wait sir please don’t run
Just a few more questions then I’ll be dun
Are you sure it’s been properly infected
After all I may not need to be resurrected
And must the exterminator always be near
Perhaps in the contract it wasn’t quite clear
And finally before I sign this page
When do the vermin get their chance on stage?
                Plot 4 sale
               Spacious plot 4 sale
               Empty vacant plot 4 sale
                Is it in heaven or is it in hell

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Vetrans Relic

Why it's the Flag ? while im here, i believe
Not the people, because of all the thieves
Yes, there are those who have stolen away
The real people from our peaceful ways
Who decides? when serenity fails?
I once thought it was the militaries' detail
But from what I see and what i have seen
i think it's time for the insane to intervene
To Pot in a handbasket, that's the worlds way
But now that's its legal they have nothing to say
Bring on the crazies their voice is allowed
Listen for wisdom as their shouting out loud
then find the sane one who is amongst the crowd
Then watch who will listen or who stifles their voice
The insane know why we are given a choice
So the flag I shall trust long may she wave
And the land it protects may it always be safe!

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Ucla Psyche

You have seen the damage fights can do
You heard sirens passing you
Yet still you raise your hand in haste
Cause the claims you made can't win debates
 
 Perhaps you need your attitude adjusted
  Perhaps you need  the feelings of your  trusted.

You say I'm good but my talent reeks
The words I say don't match my speech
You cannot hear, words you do not know
So you judging me I will let that go
My taste and yours, they do not mix
And for that you think, your fists will fix

Whose talent reeks 
whose talent speaks
Whose talent knows
The roads to go?

Perhaps you need your attitude adjusted
Perhaps you need the feelings of your trusted


You will be come weak and sorry, and swear in name
Yet the histories their so who can you blame
 I will drop my pants and bare my ass 
And show you sir a tattoo that lasts !

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Pallbearers

Pallbearers filled the bus
 
Off to funerals in an angry rush
 
It’s the wicked; they say who have no peace

 That’s why the Pallbearers get their release 

They chose to capture all these kind
 
Stifling fear often & following blind 

Praising their maker for the coffee they get 

For it keeps them alive and physically fit
 
Gravestones etched and set aside
 
For those of them who fought and died

 I suggest we find away
 
To corral the ones who have been led astray

 Our focal point has been defaced 

By all the ones who claimed disgrace 

Let’s satisfy their wants and greed 

By doling out just what they need 

When tyrannical freedom tries earning its place
 
It’s the Pallbearers who will be leading the chase
 
So, lock them again in their pristine sleeping cells
 
Then pray they don’t remember their path out of hell

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Presidental Races

Well the morons are in the race

A little behind but their keeping pace

Running at a close last

I see its the idiots they finally passed

don’t pull your bets: its not over yet

I see the imbeciles sneaking up on the left

Well the out comes unsure of a race finally won

But of the five judges only three have their thumbs

We look to the other judges in the show

Both of them quibbling so I don’t think they know

Now to the contestants to get their thoughts

Who really won and what was the cost?

The moron explains that the sweat their eyes

Prevented them from seeing, but know the judges don’t lie

While the idiot is sprawled-out on the ground

Their # 1 finger never went down

The imbeciles eyes were lit by his grin

Their only comment was “so I really did win”

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Insight

Insight


In no will I am named
To a birthright I have no claim
I rummage through the lives of man
 Foraging from them what I can 
Right from wrong it’s hard to tell 
For I’m still holding the keys to hell

Call me guilty, I am not! Lock me up until I rot
You’ve viewed the past & still can’t see 
Call me guilty & I shall be

The thread of life that keeps us sane
 Is beginning to show signs of strain 
Triggers released within our minds
 Creating stutters & vacuous time

Call me guilty, I am not! Lock me up until I rot
Line your pockets with filthy change 
Allowing the guilty to be free of chains

Not a dime, have I left to pay
For all my wealth was stole away 
But in the end, the good book speaks 
We only sow what we can reap

Call me guilty, I am not Lock me up until I rot
If reality is what I perceive
Does yours differ from what I see?

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A Salute To Vetrans

Its the memories that never show

Yes, the ones we are afraid to know

Those are what we thank you for

Not the fighting not the war

For what you hide is what we fear

Be proud Hero for you are still here.

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Hail the Queen, We Bid You Ado

“Maybe in your next life “Krishna said

Because we really don’t know what happens, after your dead

Well, our president has beat the charge

our military now list him as “at large”? 

Tomorrow will still keep its Dawn

Because of a memory it must carry on


Will the criminals be allowed to rule?

And are we allowed the devils tools

Perhaps the plan that our gods intend

Is to overthrow our heroes who were built by pretend

yet who is the god and what is their gender?

from whence did they come the west or Eastender

Perhaps theirs a story that needs to be told

but who are the tellers the young or the old

asking for facts yet not accepting the truth

you will squander your wisdom on our untrained youth

the queen has now died and left our earth

still gathering friends and pocketing girth

there are laws in place to protect her grave

for those who steal from what she saved

"Dethrone them all" as Alice would say

"For the thrones made of gold and we shall spend it this way!