Here is another old Halloween poem this time from 2013. I bring it out every year, it’s one of my favourites, so I make no apologies.
I know that it is raining, I can see that it wet
But you are my familiar, and not a blooming pet!
I have asked you nicely I have even said please
Now go and get me food or I shall infest you with flees.
Excuse me, Lady Mistress, this does not seem quite right
Just where in my contract does it say I have to work for you at night!
You have run me ragged every minute of today.
I am tired now and my feathers are wet and here in the warm I need to stay.
Pardon me! my fine feathered friend,pardon me my beauty.
I am not requesting, I am demanding that you do your duty.
I am the one in charge not you , I am a tortured soul Vampire.
You do as I bid and don’t argue. Go, go on, What are waiting for. Wet weather attire?
Well Mistress that would not go amiss for I am not a duck,
And if I get lost you will miss out and that would be such bad luck.
Be Gone! Get out! and find me fresh blood
And if you play your cards right I shall dip you in the stream on your return to remove the mud.
Scream into the rain
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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14 thoughts on “The Argument.”
Made me laugh!
Excellent,bthat was my idea 💜
Ooer, Sis! 😱💜
I love this one and dig it up ever year!
And I had always thought a “familiar” was a “pet”. Nice line: “But you are my familiar, and not a blooming pet!”
I like that line too💜
A familiar is not so much a pet more a servant or slave, tied to a witch or vampire !
I love this willowdot… it’s new to me, but it will never get old! This is the kind of poetry that sets my heart to thumping. I know I’m weird, but thank you. 🙂
This is a poem I am proud of! I bring it out yearly
I also ment to say I’d love to be a vampire or a witch 💜
I have my “the witch is in” sign around someplace.
You need to get it out, quick sticks 💜