NO SUN

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The moonlight shines on us all.

It has made the sun’s face fall.

It takes over the day from now on.

No more heat from its favorite sun.

Oasis will exist in the dark.

It’s scary in this deserted park.

I must get home before it’s too late.

Before my fate is sealed on this date.

THE DEAD GAME

 

A HOUSE OF SURPRISES

 

A HOUSE OF SURPRISES

On a dare,

I came here.

Into a deserted house, I go.

I can’t see if there’s friend or foe.

Windows too dirty to see through the casement.

I’m taking the creaky steps to the basement.

Three empty coffins are in the light. 

My heart almost stopped beating from fright.

This is much too creepy for me.

I hope one isn’t meant for me.

Unfortunately, the door was locked.

My only way out has been blocked.

Shadows are moving toward me from the rear.

Their elongated faces show no fear.

I believe I have well-played my last game.

The evil winner could have all the fame.

THE DEAD GAME

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STOP TO SMELL THE FLOWERS

Autumn Fence, Woodstock, Vermont

 

A walk down a country road,

not knowing what it may hold.

Leaves crunch loudly beneath my feet,

walking fast is no easy feat.

I need to get home to make dinner,

I’d hoped the walk would make me thinner.

But I need to slow down and breath the air,

as sweet as cotton candy at a fair.

My steps follow the white picket fence,

the other side makes me cold and tense.

The huge dog jumps high in the air,

his eyes white dots in his black hair.

He whimpers and walks closer to me,

his dark eyes as wide as can be.

He lifts a large paw to the gate,

as I slow down my frenzied gait.

I stop in place to pet his head,

I know I have just made my bed.

I will now be home late for dinner,

but the dog knows I’m still the winner.

I have stopped to smell the flowers,

I’m refreshed with super powers.

I race home with new resolve,

no more time puzzles to solve.

I’M A JOKER

I’M A JOKER

I’m a joker.
I’m an evil queen.
I’m a gamer.
I play games with
People as mere pawns.
Jump, jump, jump
And you’re gone.
Move a space and
You’re caught in a trap.
Back and forth we go.
I have the expertise.
I have the ambition.
I have the board.
I’m cunning.
I’m devious.
I’m always the winner.

WHAT’S FOR DINNER?

shiningdaisy:

The Sounds of Halloween (1977)

A spirit is rising from the smoke.
Go over and give it a poke.
And see if it’s alive or dead.
Even the cats can feel the dread.
Let’s dance around the fire.
You don’t want the witches’ ire.
Or you might become their dinner.
And then who would be the winner?