Hello, It has been months since we run last poetry picnic, we miss You a great deal!
It's End of
October Again,
Time 2
Party with Your Friend,
Let's
Make Poetry Rhyme,
Yep,
Since It's P-O-E-T-R-Y P-I-C-N-I-C Time!
Welcome to Jingle Poetry at Olive Garden Poetry Picnic
Week 39, it is TIME to enjoy some poetry in haunted and creepy manners, that’s
right, because it is Halloween
Time!!
This is Helen Obama welcoming You to the
end of October Poetry Picnic Party Here!
Upon reading some spooky piece from your peers, please let your dark
muses rise,
write and share your poetry talent with us, remember,
anything haunting, dark, orange, red, or grey related, or autumn
related are WELCOME here! You can also share a free verse if you wish!
write and share your poetry talent with us, remember,
anything haunting, dark, orange, red, or grey related, or autumn
related are WELCOME here! You can also share a free verse if you wish!
Any
soul not yet at rest
Loosens the grip of uncertainty,
Leaves the abode of the dead, wanders
Loosens the grip of uncertainty,
Leaves the abode of the dead, wanders
Here
and there amongst the living.
As darkness enfolds earth’s visage
Lost spirits roam, hungering for
Love once refused, lessons to be learned.
Only those still in this realm who understand
What is required to seek fulfillment
Strive to offer hope and prayers.
As darkness enfolds earth’s visage
Lost spirits roam, hungering for
Love once refused, lessons to be learned.
Only those still in this realm who understand
What is required to seek fulfillment
Strive to offer hope and prayers.
Even
these must wait to cross
Vast worlds and unexplained dimensions
Eventually to rest in peace.
Vast worlds and unexplained dimensions
Eventually to rest in peace.
Brief Day Ends by Steven
Federle
October slips
past golden hills
as traffic
through the narrow valley slides,
glittering serpent
gliding
past thrashing grass
while high atop the street lamp,
stands the black vulture,
wings extending
massive and dark
and still,
beckoning
this new season
of death.
Just for fun, in honor of Halloween 2011
Late
night, moonlight casts shadows on the wall;
floor
creaks, curiosity piques, I tiptoe down the hall.
Cat jumps,
heart pumps faster with this scare--
another
sound, I glance around, and whisper soft “Who’s there?”
The clock
ticks out the minutes; no one says a word;
no other
sound is heard.
Standing
still, sheer force of will, seeking inner calm.
I confess,
am quite distressed—feel the sweat-drenched palm.
Turn
around, bedroom-bound, when movement catches eye--
deep
breath, scared to death, something’s still awry…
Outside
echoes, “whoo, WHOO?” of owl up in the tree.
Cannot
help but wonder, “Who it is indeed?”
Wide-awake,
cannot shake this feeling of forebode,
not
insane, but can’t explain what has gotten hold.
Turn on
lights, doors locked tight-- all is safe <or is it?>
Am I host
to some old ghost, on his midnight visit?
No one
will believe it; they’ll say this allegation
is just
another figment of my imagination.
©
Copyright Ginny Brannan October 2011
no one is
who they are
or what they seem
on this night of all nights
(the wicked witch has a heart of gold)
the scientist prepares to
perform an operation
on the tray of celery sticks
(his monster is quite healthy)
ghosts and goblins
run down the street
screaming "Candy! Candy!"
(for inside, they're sweet)
the chill wind blows
through the knee-high weeds
and rouses a murder of crows
(black against black as they mount to the rising sky)
or what they seem
on this night of all nights
(the wicked witch has a heart of gold)
the scientist prepares to
perform an operation
on the tray of celery sticks
(his monster is quite healthy)
ghosts and goblins
run down the street
screaming "Candy! Candy!"
(for inside, they're sweet)
the chill wind blows
through the knee-high weeds
and rouses a murder of crows
(black against black as they mount to the rising sky)
Autumn
Introspection by Miss
Kitten
A few leaves still remain,
Stubbornly refusing to fall.
Though most of their kin
Have already formed
A pretty orange carpet
On the forest floor.
Stubbornly refusing to fall.
Though most of their kin
Have already formed
A pretty orange carpet
On the forest floor.
The old leaves have to go
Eventually, or else
They’ll die clinging,
Shriveled and brown
To the branch of the tree.
Eventually, or else
They’ll die clinging,
Shriveled and brown
To the branch of the tree.
The tree knows all about
Letting go.
It knows that life
Cannot be renewed unless
One first removes the old,
And the dead.
Letting go.
It knows that life
Cannot be renewed unless
One first removes the old,
And the dead.
Such is the life of a tree.
Such is life.
Such is life.
How to Link in My Poetry?
Share your
work using InLinkz below, and leave a comment in case it is your first time! It
would be great if you could link back to us on your blog.
Weekly or Regular poetry
collection starts on Sunday, at 2pm (CDT), and will stay open till Next Suinday,
8pm (CDT), an entire week for you to share your poetry with us...
Upcoming Next Week!!
For Week 40,
we will have theme ”Milky Way, Stars, Moon, Seasons, and Sunset”.
What fun it
is, that's next week!
Since this is a virtual party,
every poet who blogs is invited and welcome here,
every poet who blogs is invited and welcome here,
Please dress yourself with Halloween
customs, feel FREE to join Us and
Share your poetry treats, old or new,
theme related or unrelated, in any poetry forms!
Helen
Appreciates Your Continued Support and
Beautiful Poetry Talent Here!
Please
take a moment, post a poem, share, and
enjoy a spooky but fun time
"Trick
or Treating" !
H-A-P-P-Y P-O-E-T-R-Y P-I-C-N-I-C!
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