Happy Halloween 55

for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Flash 55 Plus

Black cats and witches

grave yards and ghosts

vampire bats and goblins

all stand to make a toast

Give the beggars sweet cakes

so they will pray for your soul

many main traditions

began so very long ago

Don't be scared

but hold your breath

we have fun giving life

to a celebration of death

No matter how you celebrate,

or if you do at all,

Remember, to wrap your fun in safety

and hope you have  a ball.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

All Is Well?

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie-Collage
and
Poets United:  Poetry Pantry

A past summer day
of fireflies apples and daisies
does not cover
the fallen stars of our nation

Some wear many bracelets
but dedicated to none
we swirl and twist our causes
careful to keep them secret

While we still refuse
to remove the glasses
those rose colored glasses
that erroneously confirm
All is well

Shadorma Style...Interment Camps

interment

camps have come before

and again

and again

isolate, confine, condemn

will we ever learn?

There have been many atrocities committed under the guise of war.  Interment Camps were one that many states hosted because of government orders and fear.

Arkansas had two such camps during World War II.  Jerome, AR - Opened October 6, 1942. Closed June 30, 1944. Peak population 8,497  Rohwer, AR - Opened September 18, 1942. Closed November 30, 1945. Peak population 8,475

There were others scattered through out the states.  

May it never happen again!

B&P's Shadorma and Beyond

MindLoveMisery's Menagerie

Belling The Dark Horse

My Achilles' heel
is a heart of stone
my albatross
counts her eggs

Drastic times call
in your court
for midnight oil
and brass hearts

Drastic measures
become crossroads
while choices kill two
birds riding a dead horse

I must admit this is the most nonsensical thing I've ever written.  It's not deep with a mysterious hidden meaning.  It's probably not what the prompter intended but I had fun!  Which is better, by the way, than having two in the bush.  I have read it aloud enough that it seems there is method to my madness.  I will dance to these words 'til the cows come home.

Thanks, Bjorn.  Join me and them at dVerse Poets Pub

Rain at Poetry Jam...

All the wet weather springs
Join the creek
And make it bigger

The force of wild rain
Roars through the valley
Carrying trees

The water gate
Holds nothing now
Except the memory
And debris
Of high water

I am grateful
My ancestors
Built on high ground

For Poetry Jam Rain