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Trick or treat

Submitted by Kammy O. on Sat, 2022-10-15 06:05

Moonlit night; darkened sky
Scampering feet of little kids
Clothed in scary costumes:
Pumpkin heads, witches and ghosts -
Princesses, daisies and what have you.

Door to door
They march along
Clutching candy baskets in their hands
Giggling, smiley faces
Asking neighbours nicely,
"Trick or treat?"

Awed by the crafty costumes
Puppy dog eyes took hold of you
So irresistible!
Dropping in one, two or even more
They dash off leaving behind a "Thank you!"

Appreciation

Submitted by Race_9togo on Sat, 2022-10-15 00:47

I was once immortal,
back before my heart said otherwise;
I was a king
of skill and work and hard, hard play
until the world caught up
to tell me ‘no’.

I walked sacred hills
climbed mountains tall as reaching stars,
swam in oceans so full of life they glowed
and cut my way through jungles
to discovery of ancient empires
old when the world was still young

ONLY THREE CHOICES...EDIT

Submitted by lovedly on Fri, 2022-10-14 23:42

Each one of us
in life has three choices
but we all need to exercise one only

Either give in fully
give up totally
finally
fight with all your might
win or fail
let it be immaterial

Dreamworlds

Submitted by Rosewood Apothecary on Fri, 2022-10-14 17:12

Rest your tired feet my dear
The night is close upon us
Gather now by table light
To take of thy sustenance

In the quiet, breaths draw slow
Stillness, calm, and tranquil
More dreams forgot than I can know
Forever trapped behind the veil

In sleep, I’ve given birth to worlds
I named them all in kind
Dragged away by morning light
Silent, swiftly, slipped my mind

Family Tree

Submitted by Depressed 1 on Fri, 2022-10-14 07:48

I can feel the rhythm of my pain

It resides deep within my brain

I wish that I could set it free

It stems from my family tree

My Mom, she was a little insane

She passed to me all of her pain

My Dad, he was humble and meek

Never much did he ever speak

One of my brothers was a big shot

Always talked about what he had got

My other brother found a way to ease his pain

He was always drunk and high on cocaine

My little sister, she died when she was five

I am the only one who recalls she was once alive

THE FACEOFF

Submitted by Jackweb on Fri, 2022-10-14 00:47

Death, you'll only pass once through in someone's life, and your crunching footsteps will no longer be heard again. Your invasion towards humanity will be a thing of the past. Those whom you had forcefully taken are not yet dead but lives!

They lie in wait, resting for a moment of time.
So, always know-, you do not have the potency to maim and kill. Those whom you thought you've killed are not yet dead. But, only been hypnotized by your domination of fear and threats.

Of Alex Jones

Submitted by Lavender on Thu, 2022-10-13 22:41

If
every
one
of
their
anguished
mothers
spoke
all
day
long,
there
would
still
not
be
enough
words
to
pierce
your
hard
cold
heart.
***

Life is a DREAM

Submitted by lovedly on Thu, 2022-10-13 22:40

Life all by now know
has millions of facets
some love forest walks
others just in bed time talk

many love dogs walk
so many keep cutting grass
let time by pass

most of us love the seasons so flowery
many cherish birds and bees
but poets the likes of me
speak metaphorically
and
leave it to the voyeurs...what to do

Reaching through the rubble

Submitted by Edward nigma on Thu, 2022-10-13 20:52

A man
tensely
tied to a
tired tempered tower.
With his mind
like a reticent
rutted rat
scurrying off
to cower
within the
crooked cryptic
corners of
reality .

But whose
heart is the
only hand
reaching out
of the rubble .
Still hanging
onto a
half hushed
howl of hope.

A PRECIOUS GEM

Submitted by search4agape on Thu, 2022-10-13 17:17

A PRECIOUS GEM
Sympathy for others
Is a trait we all shall need.
Showing kindness and compassion,
Will sow much gospel seed.
Those who have not cultivated
This worthwhile loving goal,
Will never find the pleasure
Of fulfilling life's true role.
If we really know our Savior,
And learn to think like Him.
Then this grandest of ambitions
Will seem a precious gem.
For when we follow Jesus,
We find the secret of our living
Is found, in reality,
In a constant life of giving.

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