Posted in Daily Incidents
“So, Monday, we meet again!”
Monday: We meet again!
I knew you were trouble
As soon as I met you
Like the space telescope Hubble
Or a kid without shoes
I would be completely lost
If I didn’t have you
Yeah, what would a week be
Without us to curse thee
Because it can only get better
After a Mon-dee
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
whispering, ‘It will be happier.’ “
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Year, 2016
A year of joy, a year of sorrow
Sometimes thinking, there is no tomorrow
Two-Thousand and Sixteen
You made us wanna scream
One day a true horror movie
Which nobody wanted to see
Afterward, in our beds we lay
Out of control and in full dismay
Then, come next day,
We all got high and groovy
Fulfilling our duties
Like good soldiers, after a ‘smoothie’
Ups and downs
Laughs and frowns
Too many mishaps
To close all the gaps
What to do with that?
Live everyday in fear?
Or just roll over
And wait for the new year?
Oh, Two-Thousand and Sixteen
You left us conflicted
Can we ever another year trust
Or suspect it’s here to destroy us
Maybe this type of thing was predicted
Or maybe something just shifted
One unlucky moment
For a while in torment
Then, a brightly shining object
Gave us fulfillment
And all hope was restored
Finally looking forward
To a happy ending?
Maybe, but before this poem’s sending
Some thinking time to be spending
Planning ahead
So next time, no need to be scared
But for now, for a brighter future toward
I am hopefully on board
And at finish line stating
“I got a score!”
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
Sleepy eyes
Still a spy
In this house
Maybe a mouse?
‘Oh that louse
Will not escape
My scrape!
No, not this time
No, that would be
A big crime!’
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
Do not disturb
The sleeping cat
Or a big hurt
Is a matter of fact!
Posted in Caturday
Photo credits Minttu Gustafsson
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cats for Caturday
On patrol,
Sneaking around
Like trolls
When night falls
On this eve of all hallows
Soon the beast swallows
Its prey
Oh, you can only pray
It
Won’t
Be
You!
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
Alert, awake
Nothing would shake
The determination
Not leaving this station
For any reason
Except,
For the hunting season
After all,
Next night fall
Will be
Halloween
Posted in BEST OF 2016
“Why is Monday so far from Friday, and Friday so near to Monday?”
Monday, Bloody Monday
Monday, bloody Monday
It is certainly not my fun day
Still five days until Friday
This could well be my die day
My calendar filled with meetings
No time for eating
Feeling like cheating
When trying to catch a break for peeing
No use in struggle or fighting
Almost worse than being struck by a lightning
Dealing with the disappointment
Because there is no ointment
Another working week has started
From my leisure time I was parted
Doing my best to survive
Just wishing to keep in the drive
Tell me, do I really hate Mondays
Or is it just the illusion of a fading Sunday?
Posted in 101 fiction Halloween Issue and Halloween: Tales of Horror
“Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen,
Voices whisper in the trees, “Tonight is Halloween!”
~Dexter Kozen
Water
Nightly Reflections
Scary darkness surrounding
My heart is wildly pounding
The waves in the distant sounding
A flicker of light in the distance
Easing my earlier resistance
Now walking towards the pier
Mind still filled with fear
Behind me, dragging my gear
Finally arriving at my destination
Looking at the dark water with hesitation
Chewing my thumb
But the time has come…
To dive in
Sinking into the dark waters
And maybe, just maybe
This is my slaughter
Shedding humanity
And becoming the sea lady
Or maybe, just maybe
I have finally learnt
The lesson taught…
And how to dive
Posted in 101 fiction Halloween Issue and Halloween: Tales of Horror
“Eat, drink and be scary.”
~Author unknown
Bench
Halloween Night on the Bench
Surrounded by misty air
Missed the last fare
Sitting on the park bench
Wishing I had worn a trench
The eerie surroundings
Leaving my heart pounding
Not a soul in sight
On this mystical night
Wrapping my coat tighter
My mood getting lighter
But, suddenly
Noises kind of scuffly
Maybe finally, I will have some luck
And get unstuck
Cursing to myself “Oh hell and fuck!”
But then a glimpse of hope
Not exactly the transport of the Pope
But a carriage of sorts
“It’ll have to do” I snort
Waving my hand; it stops
Posted in 101 fiction Halloween Issue and Halloween: Tales of Horror
“When witches go riding,
and black cats are seen,
the moon laughs and whispers,
‘tis near Halloween.”
~Author unknown
Tales
The cat hissed
Her tail totally frizzed
The witch loudly laughed
Stirring her brew with the wooden shaft
“Fear not, my furry kitten
It is not you who will be eaten
It is only the humans, who should be scared”
The witch said with an evil glare
For not many knew
Of the secret, reserved only for a few
The powers witches can share
For those really fair
So better be ware
Of all others take good care
Or at least your own litter
And maybe then
A little something for you the witches leave
Tonight, on all hallows eve
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