Autumnal Acrostic Poem, and a Halloween Poem.

Here are two Autumnal Poems I wrote back in 2014.

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All the leaves are dancing, swirling down

Undulating  in the breeze round and round

Tumbling  rumblings scratching sound

Urgently  creatures searching for  their stores underground.

Misty mornings, chilly  nights, fireworks after  Halloween moon!

New seasons  Harvest Moon, witches and pumpkin men  will be here soon!

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The sun’s heat  is  waning  and the nights  are drawing in.

Early morning porridge to keep  you warm the cold will nip your skin.

Summer sadly  has taken her up her shoes and left us the dark.

Ready  for the harvest and shorter winter days.

Time to get out  your  winter  coats  and your furry boots

The long  and lazy days  of  summer  have vanished in a haze.

Cars  driving with their lights on early, listen out for their  warning toots!

There might be captive Zombies hidden in their boots!

Family Tombstone

I saw this on Rhymswithbug’s page and decided to join in.

Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Wednesday #11 family tombstone

tobstone
Photo from

Here is the haiku to work with:

adding father’s name
to the family tombstone
with room for my own

© Nicholas Virgilio

And now it’s up to you to create a Tan Renga with this haiku by adding your two-lined stanza. Enjoy the challenge.

Here are my two lines.


In memoriam for us

That’s all no more to discuss.

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 162, #ThemePrompt

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

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It’s the fourth week of the month which means I’ll pick a theme for you to write about for this month. On the Monday before the next challenge, I’ll select someone to choose next month’s theme.

This month’s theme is: “The Circle of Life”

I have done two sets of Haiku. In syllables of, 5/7/5, 3/5/3 and 2/3/2. One set on human life and the other set on nature.

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Of the womb we are born

We flourish and grow full bloom

Then we turn to multch

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Born from womb

Encompassing life

All things die

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We’re born

Then we grow

We die

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Seeds germinate life

Blossoms germinate full bloom

Life drains down through roots

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Blossom grows

From seed and life roots

Cycle ends.

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Blooms

Petals spread

Then sleep

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Colleen’s Weekly Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Witchy willow had a fright.

Witchy willow had a fright

In her mirror something she didn’t like

Something scared her made her scream

Was she awake or is was it a dream.

Halloween is fast approaching

Time to get the Pumpkins roasting.

Capture some humans and set them toasting.

Invitations to demons she is posting.

This her hectic time of year

Busy, instilling , in young children, fear.

Time to wake the ghouls and ghosts

Shake the Vampires from their posts.

Out to dance around tombs

Dodging sprits as around they zooms.

Back to Witchy willow’s fright

What upset her in the night

Something had made her heart beat slow?

Above her head, a magic Rainbow.!

Poor Witchy willow’s so upset

Rainbows are not her best look

I bet.

Lord of the Deep, Into the Deep part 2

Urshanabi leads Gilgamesh to the Deep Underworld. And so for nine hours Gilgamesh has to out run the sun.
And he does out run the sun, though how I do not know.

Continued

After nine exhausting hours with the sun hot on his heels Gilgamesh emerges from the underworld into the garden of the Gods.

The garden is a place that even, the mighty King of Uruk has never seen the like of. He was dazzled by trees and plants that have flowers and blossom of precious and semi precious stones and gems. It was quite amazing.

Then Gilgamesh is confronted by an ordinary man, Utanpishtim. The king of Uruk is surprised he was expecting a God that he would have to fight.

Weaponless Gilgamesh has to talk to Utanpishtim who asks him why he looks so tired and wan. Gilgamesh tells him how he has spent his last nine hours outrunning the sun. He also tells of the loss of his dear brother Enkidu and how he King of Girt – Walled – Uruk wants Immortality for himself and his people .

Utanpishtim says he has wasted his time venturing to these shores and all he has done is bring himself one day closer to death.

You can run but you cannot hide

Death reachs across the divide.

Immortals and men do not mix

All men die it’s written in stone, fixed.

Now Enlil had gathered the Gods together after the Flood and granted Utanpishtim and his wife Shiduri immortality. The question now arose who would grant this to Gilgamesh, what deeds would he do to gain his goal.

Utanpishtim set Gilgamesh the task that he must stay awake for seven days and nights with no sleep. The big ego that is Gilgamesh agreed to this blindly.

The task is set

Gilgamesh accepts and yet

In seconds he is asleep

Unable to his boastful words to keep.

He will lie says Utanpishtim

He is man as duplicitous as all his kin.

Shiduri will bake for everyday he sleeps a loaf.

He will lie, for all his mighty ways he’s just an oaf.

Shiduri bakes a loaf each day for the seven day and lays them infront of the sleeping Gilgamesh when the seventh day arrives Utanpishtim wakes Gilgamesh.

Of course he lies and tells Utanpishtim and Shiduri that he had not slept a wink.

He does not fool the wise couple who knew the outcome would always be a fail compounded by a lie. Shiduri shows Gilgamesh the seven loaves and gets him to feel the rock hard first and the soft warm last one.

Death around Gilgamesh creeps

Fear and failure into his soul seeps.

Lies from his mouth have made him fail

The useless the efforts of his travail

Will he be banished empty handed.

As a hopeless fool branded.

To be continued….

The story of Gilgamesh is one older than time and one that is repeated in all ancient and modern religious books and stories ..though the names and places change the stories do not.

Here is a clip from one of a trilogy of films called The Chronicles of Riddick. The characters in the clip have to outrun the sun, which waits for no man.

As I am nearing the end of my account of my feelings and experiences at The Silent Eye Spring Workshop I find I want to linger with the memories and stop time.

Florette : Snow

To day I am trying out a form of poetry new to me, the Florette. Check out my blog friends Florette poetry by Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes and Kat at Like Murcury Colliding.

The Florette is a two line poem consisting of six syllables which must rhyme as a poem and internally. So here goes.

Hubby took some videos of Ruby’s morning walk so let’s go with snow.

The Walk.

You don’t quite understand

Yet the touch and feel is grand.

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The Weather

Bleak winter winds blow

Into Spring bringing snow.

Halloween, a countdown

Lorraine is  doing  a  great  theme  entitled  Countdown  to  Halloween.   Well  she  is  asking  for  songs, and  books  to  read  for  Halloween. Well I  put  on my thinking cap  and  dug  deep into  my  archives  and  found  some of  my  old  Halloween  poems and  revamped them  for  the season! I  have  added  some of  my favourite  spooky  music   as  for  reading  material …….

The Lovely Bones  by  Alice  Sebold.   Dracula’s Guest and Other Weird Stories 

by Bram Stoker

 

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I know that it is  raining  I can see that it is  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  that you get me food I am demanding that you do your duty.

I am the one in charge not you . I am the tortured soul of a Vampire

You do as I bid  and brook me not. 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.

 

Running for  Life

Step after step I drag myself through the rain

Blind to all around me , my  mind closed to the pangs of pain.

Fear, hatred and panic screaming in my head, loathing causing in my veins.

Step after  blooded step , fast as I can and yet it is coming still gaining.

I stumble and fall , legs and arms graze I crawl no point in complaining.

Hot breath on my neck I shudder in fear I smell his rank sweat as he draws near

I feel his claws scrape at my flesh, I loose a scream of primal fear.

Ripping at my dress and  hair I run for my life, to look over my shoulder I don’t dare.

No choices left to me, naught I can do . I stand and face the beast  for death I prepare.

Eyes red as the devil, pure evil it seems it closes on me the worst of all my bad dreams.

Caught in his clutches, mercy is not on the cards, so  I beg for divine intervention

Praying  hard, His nostrils are flaring he’s baring his fangs letting me live is not his intention.

Finally all I can do is fall on my knees and pray , why must this horror be my last of days.

Suddenly after a thunderous noise a white flash as lightening  carved him in half God be Praised.

Broken and bleeding I lay in the mud,my life slipping out of me no fight left no more……..

 

The Vampires shall not  have  thee.

I am the tree witch I am hiding in the forest green

I move by stealth I blend in and I am rarely seen.

I am waiting to trap a soul, it is something I must do.

Over the years I have stolen quite a few.

My hair is long and lustrous and really very strong,

It can catch you and entrap you as quick as a whip’s thong.

I have roots growing out from my feet and spreading from my hem,

Leaves spread from fingers and from my backbone stem thrice fold pairs of arms.

If you look close enough I will bewitch you with my charms.

My eyes are deftly painted to show off their emerald

Green my lips are always blood red well another colour would be obscene.

I have a lighted candle in my third left hand my way to light,  

I have seen you about your business and I have come for you tonight.

I know you are not too special but I have watched you in your room at night,

Alone with computer and your mind in fantasy’s flight.

You long for a Vampire to relieve you of your soul

You seem to think that one of my cousins would make your sad life whole.

I have thought this over I have listened to your prayers.

I have lingered by your window and taken in your every word.

There is something about you, something that I like so

I have decided you will endure no Vampires bite.

So look out your window and see my candles’ light,

Come out my little human soul have no fear I shall treat you right.

You will be so much better off with me than in a Vampires lair tonight

Just look out your window and see my candle light is there.

AH! at last you see me, curiosity in your eyes.

That is right my darling make your way to me,

For you my body cries. At last you are so near to me I catch your human scent

Come close now my darling my love for you I must vent.

At last you are within my reach, come nearer to the candle

Yes closer,closer my darling no need to be gentle my branches will not break.

I have you now my darling I own your soul

I have waited aeons for a man to make me whole!

Leave me where  I  am 

Sun, warm upon my skin

As I woke from sleep I felt zing,

A tingle climbing from my feet

Seeping up through me to my mouth , a taste so sweet.

Slowly I became aware of my surroundings, beautiful, strange,

How did I get here. It seemed I was in a fairy dell

With lacy ivy dressed with silver dew and an enchanted smell.

I stood amid a ruined building

That unto a great forest was yielding.

The light was streaming in through open doors

And windows, portals warming up the grassy floors.

These are not my clothes. I have never had dressed like this ,

Own this dress? I wish!

my dress? I wish!

Looking up I see the sun

And feel as though my life has just begun.

Forget the past and all that is real.

This my new life this is how I want to feel.

I never want to return to the rat run that was my life

A nobody, mother and wife.

This is where I ought to be,

Perfect, peaceful, beautiful me.

No I would rather stay here, it is easier than the other place

OH! this is so beautiful , gentle happy I feel no fear.

It is simple it is clear, I am safe and warm I shall stay here.

As I walk the sweetest scent of flowers dance around my nose,

I hear running water outside where a gentle stream flows.

I stoop to pick the pretty flowers suddenly I feel sad

I know this place is not real but this is the best time I have ever had

So please don’t wake me , leave me where I am. I’ll come back when I have to.

 

Morrigan  a nightmare 

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Dark and stormy full of dread

On the grey waters,  black of heart and dress of red.

Sullen feeling filled her soul

As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.

In the sky  over head weaved her Raven broad of wing and sharp of eye

Black and shiny against a grey unholy sky.

Waters broke about her feet,

Icy cold but to her sweet.

She is the rebirth of the dead

She is the one on which all darkness is fed.

Slowly as the thunder clashed

She turned to face me and an evil light in her eyes flashed.

Reaching out her hand to me

She gently cooed that she had come to set me free.

Relinquish all of you that is good give in to me

Relax, release I am here to set you free.

No I screamed I will not bow to you, I am not such easy prey

Here I stand and here I shall stay

Do what ever you have come to do.

Angry now she motioned to her raven down,

He swooped at speed. So fast was he and noisy too.

His warning screech I did not heed

In he came with talons long and beak razor sharp on my face to feed.

my eyes so bright

That was how I lost my sight,

It was wrench from me that dark grey night .

Still I was steadfast I stood my ground

Though her raven ripped at me and threw my flesh all around.

I would not give into the dead

I uttered every prayer I had ever said.

Finally in the cold light of dawn

I found myself on the shore lost and forlorn.

Pained and I could see no more.

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Dark and stormy full of dread

On the grey waters  black of heart and dress of red.

Sullen feeling filled her soul

As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.

 

Well hurry up  that  shadow is  closing in  on  you  go  and  visit  Lorraine   at  her  blog.

Lorraine’s frilly freudian slip

A Few of My Favorite Things: Music Theme for January

A few of  my favourite things, Deborah’s theme

Favourite ThingsWhat are my most favourite things well my family are up there .

They are very special and soon there will be one more !

My Wellington boots  are very special to me too

wpid-IMAG1814.jpgHappy days out walking the dogs with my sister in law who is an extra sister because I have known her since I was thirteen.

My sisters  and brothers mean so much to me I don’t know if they know because like all things we hold really  dear  we do not always tell them!

TO MY SISTERS AND MY FRIENDS

 

We may not be together but we are not far apart.

You my dearest sisters are never far from my heart.

We may stand on different shorelines separated by the sea and county

But we are never to far that my words cannot reach you and your thoughts cannot affected me.

The other night I spoke my grief I let out my pain. I put it here on line not realizing I’d cause you so much strain.

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My selfish words hit you like a curse

And drew your heart strings tighter than a mean man’s purse.

So I write this to tell you, all my sister’s three.

I am whole and  still standing, so you need not fear for me.

My way may be dark and uncertain I am not sure of my road.

But to know you are all there, helps me balance this heavy load.

Also my dear friends who read my outpourings, who follow me every night

I really need to thank you have supported and helped me face this plight.

The clouds will some day soon be parting and I must choose my way

Step by step I shall make my way back to the light and a better day.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2012/08/15/to-my-sisters-and-my-friends/

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My music I love my music, I do not know how to pick my favourite music so lets play safe

I love to Dance another favourite thing

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More of  my favourite  things WordPress and all my wonderful friends there on. I love to write it is  my life !!

I love you all

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Another favourite thing QUEEN

My favourite TV series Battle Star Galactica

 

My favorite character my hero

Starbuck 

Beneath this hard exterior there’s no soft marshmallow goo,  there beats a heart of stone.

There’s never been any support for me so what I’ve achieved I’ve done so on my own.

My parent’s never cared for me much so I never make any deep ties.

The only true love in my life is my star ship and the skies!

There is one man who could ever touch my soul but fate always intervenes ,

When I get together with Will Adarma  there’s usually ugly drunken scenes.

I think he only sees me as one of the lads,  so make out I don’t give a frack.

But I really fancy him, so ladies watch out or you’ll get my weapon in your back.

We have to save the worlds from the evil Cylon attack

We had them beaten once , but they evolved and now they’re  coming back.

They have morphed  to chrome and blood all covered with skin.

They are clever now, they infiltrated Caprica  with spies

They blew up our worlds so we took the fleet and again flew into the skies.

In Space we regrouped and planned, and I got to work closely with my man.

I will lead what’s left of our pilots and beloved ships

I am the best star fighter pilot but the fracks won’t give me shoulder  pips.

It’s true I like a drink, gambling and a good cigar

I am damn good in bed I’ll give you a good time what ever rank you are!

I am the best pilot as I have said before

I shall find the Cylon’s mothership and give the frackers what for!

I’ll rip the skin off Number Six and I’ll show her no quarter.

She beat the living crap out of me and then denied me even water.

I’ll lead you all to safety find you all another world

For I am really an angel that keeps her wings unfurled!

I am that star you see at night  when it is darkest before the dawn.

I am the one who will shoot straightest so none of you need be forlorn.

I am the mighty Starbuck , Kara Thrace is my real name .

But what ever you call  me I shall save you all the fracking same!

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/04/14/napowrimo-day14-starbuck/

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Another favourite Thing  Chocolate

DEATH BY CHOCOLATE

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It is warm and soothing as it covers me whole,

it is erasing my mind and stealing my soul.

I am happily drowning enjoying my fate

this is better than sex it can all of my yearnings sate.

It is finding every crack and crevice and entrance to me.

Filling me up , seeping in, tightening, sealing  me so I am no longer free.

 

They had warned me, they had told me to take care

Yet I just ignored them and so I am here drowning here laid bare.

Little did I know when that menu I read

And chose Death by Chocolate it meant what it said!

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/03/31/death-by-chocolate/

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WELL I COULD CARRY ON  BUT I NEED MY BED

SO I SHALL END HERE AND LOVE AND LEAVE YOU FOR NOW AND GO REST MY WEARY HEAD!

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MUSICAL THEME : SET FOR 27TH NOV.

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I WANT TO BE A STARSHIP PILOT!

Hi  there fellow Themists! The  next theme is to be , SECRETS,HOPES and WISHES , FANTASIES  even.

You  do not have to be heroic  or altruistic, but  you must be honest   at least to your self!

Here is a list of fellow Themists.

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