The chilly October air
wound through the valley
past the witch’s lair
and forests filled with ghosts
seeking souls to terrify
whenever someone passes by
on the way to the ancient village
nestled on the valley floor
where strangers disappeared
when they went there to explore
it’s the Season of the Witch
only this
and nothing more!
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Dear Reader. This is my Mea Culpa. I admit that my creative juices dried up back in August. I’ve been wandering in a wasteland of worry over the fate of democracy ever since. It’s finally time to let my muse run rampant again and to paint pictures with words strung together like a pearl neckless waiting to be worn.
The vanilla shake stood tall on the blue table
frozen in time like a promise of better things to come
simple in its splendor a modern-day fable
a temptation that can make anyone succumb
suddenly an earthquake rocked the room
and the vanilla shake shook
with impending doom
when it looked like the vanilla shake
would fall
and give way to the quake
that isn’t want happened at all
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a grunion run
is only fun
when the sun
drops out of the sky
and the moon
shines on slivery fish
that catch your eye
wiggling on the beach
with their shiny scales
spawning frantically
before the searchers
come sloshing by
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Seagulls flying high
in the purple sky
battered by gusty winds
their wild cries of glee
carry over the choppy sea
as they flee
from the gathering storm.
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I keep looking behind each door
and around every corner
but I don’t see you anymore
where have you gone?
youth is fleeting
a series of silly and solemn acts
competing
with time and facts
where have you gone?
I look in the mirror
but you aren’t there
hiding behind tired eyes
and lengthy sighs
where have you gone?
enthusiasm and energy
are but a memory
lost in the passage of time
when I was in my prime
where have you gone?
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Mine eyes have seen death and strife
all my life
if you could see
what I see
daily
you’d see
positivity
despite the negativity
you’d see
I’m still happy
to a degree
my full story
an incomplete journey
through society
blinking at reality
-30-
Plymouth Rock was one big step for immigrants
But Native Americans saw the writing on the wall
Their cultures were being crushed despite being vigilant
And there wasn’t any way to avoid their fate for once and all
Then so-called progress spread from sea-to-sea
and the newcomers began to pollute the country
Modernization
Industrialization
Indoctrination
Civilization
Over population
Automation
Militarization
Violations
Fortifications
The result?
A divided nation
Take the last train to Crazy Town
And I’ll meet you at the station
You can be here by 4:20
‘Cause I’ve made your reservation
Because I’m the mayor of Crazy Town
Where there are no rules
Good times are happening
And there’s no schools
There’s only one train each month
going to my Crazy Town
it’s a getaway worth your time
And a great place to hang around
Time is wasting away
Don’t miss this opportunity
to laugh and play
In the Crazy Town community
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There’s a time to be silent on your road ahead
to listen to your heartbeat
and the words that dance in your head
there also comes a time to speak out
to rage against the machine
and to stand up for truth
without any self-doubt
life comes at us in seismic events
both high and low
and without precedents
there’s no rights or wrongs
only the here and now
told in clever folksongs
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while you slumber in a deep sleep
doors open
paths are revealed
as your subconscious
explores each new field
secret vaults in the corridors of your imagination
where your soul is concealed
open with prophetic dreams
that are unsealed
in the light of a new day
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