#Haikai Challenge #158 (9/28/20): Harvest Moon (meigetsu) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

This Thursday, October arrives, and the Harvest Moon comes with it! That’s right: the September Full moon shows up a tad late, and October will have a blue moon on Halloween–the Hunter Moon!

What better kigo can we ask for this week, haijin, but the Harvest Moon (meigetsu)? This week for Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge . I am entering a Tanka.

I am a hunter
By the moon, I prowl for souls.
On all hallows Eve.
They shall be mine for always
By the light of Hunter’s Moon

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Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 104, Happy October – “Poets Choice of Words”

Today is the first of Colleen Chesebro‘s Tuesday Tanka Challenges this month and so we can pick our own words.

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Well I am going for an Etheree this week and as it is October of course it’s got to be ghostly. My words to be used Synonymously are Ghost and Purgatory.

Trapped

A soul

In torment

Banished always

From the light of love

Invisible, watching

Only heartache and deep pain

Endless agony no escape

All you can do is watch afar

Forgotten, unloved a tormented soul.

Closing time : Nonet

Closing was  the  best time at the bar

She had  time  to  think , sip her drink

Watch the smoke from her cigar

No more suggestive winks

Silence cloaks her whole

Tired of  watching

The lost soul

Swallowed

Whole

 

 

 

 

 

November Spirit

November Spirit

Fog curls around  the Forrest deep

Cold,damp the earth seeps

She arrives  and men’s hearts leap.

❤

Auburn hair colour of leaves

Empty souls grieve

Vampires cold  blood lust sieves

❤

Gliding through the  mists and fires

Hungry  she seeks her desire

Lures needy souls to her layer.

❤

 

 

 

Blood on the floor.

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Darkness fell, pitch black wrapped our eyes and ears in black satin.

We crawled on hands and knees blindly inching forward.

Our cries bounced back at us off the wall, they seared our skin.

Lost, hopelessly lost without a clue our outlook flawed!

 

Cold gnawed at our fingers  and nipped at our faces

We were clawing  at the floor  looking  for a door

The smell was painful  mess everywhere we’d all forgot our social graces.

It is was demeaning , everyone screaming  a fight breaking out. Blood on the floor.

 

11/11/ Every Year : We Must Not Forget.

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Today was a special day a date carved in my mind.

Today it is time for us to remember the soldiers who died for all mankind.

Walking up to town today my poppy on show

just a little reminder, my reverence to show.

The high street was busy full of people to and fro

and traffic rushing through as motorists on their journeys go.

Today it will be different, today is not the norm, though busy roads and people about their business go.

Outside the Town Hall and in the Market Place

groups of people gather some smile and wave the older men embrace.

Now the clock hands approach the eleventh hour

and through our town surges gratefulness you can feel it’s power.

For every shopper stops and stands and every coffee shop and bar is silent now because the clock bell tolls the hour.

The tills in the supermarkets and every shop are silent and with stationary shoppers filled

and even the mighty traffic is in it journey is stilled.

In silence I stood and watched this strangest but most merited tribute

and as ever I shed a tear as the old men took a salute.

Two minutes and it was over all trace of silence gone,

the shops are once more busy the stilled traffic now moves on.

I meet my friend and as in to Costa we go

I say a silent thank you to all those brave men and women who I do not know.

They fought , some gave their lives for me so I could be free, in Flanders , Turbrook and Tripoli,

on the Somme , Leningrad, Pearl Harbour and Helmand Province,

Iraq and Iran and many, many other places defended by a brave woman or a man.

I make no apology I will be politically in-correct for so many have offered up their lives and my life they still effect!

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They fought against what ever foe that threatened our freedom to take and they often had to give the biggest sacrifice anyone  has to make.

I shall not forget them and neither should you

for without them you would not be free to do most of the things you do!

So on this 11th day at the 11th hour of this 11th month I stood  with many others to salute our soldiers, sailors and our airmen and many, many others. For they have given their all for us my sisters and my brothers.We owe them a THANK YOU.

THANK YOU

NaBloPoMo : Sister Susie

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Are you looking in the mirror sister Susie what do you see.

The face  of sinner or angel which would you be.

Do they pay for what you give them  or do you give it for free.

Tell me sister Susie what do you see.

 

You  dance  for them early  you dance for them late

Why do you dance  for them, this was never your fate.

Do they pay for your dancing  or do you dance  for free.

Tell me sister Susie  what do you see.

 

Your make up is harsh now ,your make up is dark.

When you look in the mirror do you see those dark marks .

Does it hurt you Susie when off you they spark

Do they pay when the hit you or do you let them hit you for free.

Tell me sister Susie  what do you see.

 

Will you leave here Susie will you ever be free

Will you walk out of here Susie do you hold a key.

Do they pay you to stay here or do you stay here for free.

Tell me when you look in the mirror sister Susie  what do you see.

GREED

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Greed, greed evil fingers reaching out to grab you, it will rip you up and make you bleed.

Feel the tingle feel the gain lovely luca give it, give it straight through my vein.

Creeping crawling, sweaty rush give me give me I crave for more see me roll in greed on the floor.

Nothing quenches this endless craving I want, I need I will lie and cheat you, I am just beyond saving.

Silk and satin by the roll pretty diamonds I control. Filthy money makes me high like a drug it makes me fly.

Leave me??  will you, see if I care my soul is lost. Your touch means nothing if  your money is not there.

Greed , greed come consume me make me fly lift my joy into the sky fill me fill me give me more watch me writhing on the floor.

Greed, greed evil fingers reaching out to grab me, it will rip me up and make me bleed. Slowly dragging me through the ground and in money I am bound .

I have no soul left only yearning, give me, give me  the craving is burning . Nothing left at all of me and all because of greed. greed.

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I have been out for a couple of days and I am playing catch up on the wonderful posts you have all sent me so I have reposted one of my older posts.