Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 6th 2019, Halloween (Senryu)

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I miss the lost days

when I believed in magic

I miss Halloween

~Cie~

Carpe Diem #1773: Tanka: Bury Me on the Lone Prairie

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when my time is done

I want my last breaths to be

on the lone prairie

not in a hospital room

I leave with the whistling wind

~Cie~

Notes:

You happier chappies are probably saying "ugh, there goes that gloomy old Cie with another gloomy poem." But I don't think this poem is gloomy. I think it's real.

I worked in long-term care for most of the 25 years that I was in the medical field. I think that people who work in this setting tend to become very adamant that we do not want to end up dying in a medicalized setting.

My father died in a hospice center. It was a peaceful place with a spacious, comfortable room. He was in constant pain and losing his capacity to think and remember things. It was much better than being in a hospital or nursing home. But for myself, I don't want my end to be even that medicalized. I want to look out the window and see my Lone Prairie before I rise up and walk away on the wind that constantly blows in these parts.

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Ghost Town Grover Sez:

"Dagnabit, Ornery, ya morbid ole cuss! Ya done went and made Cactus Clem gloomy with all yer chatter about croakin'. Now, I know I'm a ghost, but I've been a ghost fer near to 110 years. We ghosts like to whoop it up on Halloween night, but I ain't gonna be doin' much whoopin' it up if I've gotta be tryin' to cheer Cactus Clem up. So, what the heck are you gonna do about it?"

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Cactus Clem Sez:

"Aw, thanks Ornery! Them ghost puppies is jest the thing to cheer a feller!"

Happy Halloween from the Grover Hotel Gang

30 Days of Haiga 2017: Day 15: The Harvest

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Verse by Cie, Gem, and Opal
Text manipulation by The Real Cie

30 Days of Haiga 2016: Day 30: Purple Cloak

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Words by Helena (H.P. Liebekraft)

Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

  

Note:

That's the end of this year's 30 Days of Haiga

But it's not the end of the poetry!

Please join us tomorrow for our third year of participation in OctPoWriMo!

OctPoWriMo 2015: Day 31: The Road

The Road

We took ourselves a trip

A little expedition

Driving up into the country

To do ourselves some fishin'

An innocent excursion

A little midnight drive

A young and carefree group of friends

Feeling joyful and alive

Our trek into the back woods

Became a voyage of the damned

We were hit from behind by a tractor

Into the cornfield our car was slammed

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Our weekend ride no longer

A happy pleasure jaunt

The terror of a nightmare

That cornfield rose to haunt

Our trip now a cruise to terror

The scarecrow demon said

Your journey isn't ending

Although you'll soon be dead

So now I spend each Halloween

Looming o'er the cornfield with my kind

Exploring the depths of my wickedness

As I scare travelers out of their minds

~Opal~

Note:

The OctPoWriMo crew asked us to reflect on our poetic journey this month. Sorry, but I couldn't pass up the chance to write a spooky little Halloween poem instead. We appreciate the gift you give us. Here is some candy!

Here's a little bonus treat for our Real Cie, because in fairness, the "pleasure trip" line (which I changed to pleasure jaunt) was ripped from this song. I was thinking of you, Darlin', and of the dear fellow who inspired us all so much.

I couldn't resist.

OctPoWriMo 2015: Day 22: Cie Tells Two Lies and a Truth

Whispering to ghosts

Fabulously confident

Malevolent fiend

Note:

I guess that this 5-7-5 form is called a senryu, which is an ironic or satirical short poem. It's a term that I only learned recently.

I think the piece has a bit of Halloweentime flavor, which I like. It's sort of like a pumpkin spice latte with a shot of rum, which I wish I could have. 

Unfortunately, diabetes with a side of hypertension prohibits such enjoyment. I feel like a steaming pile of rombie ruh-roh when I drink alcohol, and the excess sugar from the pumpkin spice syrup isn't the best idea either. However, I may have an un-spiked pumpkin spice latte before the fall is out anyway, zombie pancreas be damned.

~Cie~

Creeping Desire

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Creeping Desire

I told you to get away from my window

So you crept into my dreams

You acted so sweet and filled with love

But with you, nothing is as it seems

You promised you'd come back to me

But you never returned

Night after night I waited for you

Not wanting to believe I'd been spurned

You used me when you felt empty

Tossed me aside when you had your fill

I died from longing for your fickle love

They buried me on the hill

But even in death you couldn't allow me to rest

Nor allow my spirit to roam in peace

You have no compassion in your cold heart

Nor respect for the deceased

You caused my cold form to rise and walk

A fiend from beyond the grave

With wicked sorcery you bound me to you

You tried to make me your unliving slave

But one day I got tired of serving a man

Who cared not a thing for me

Who wanted only to have me serve at his whim

I was determined that I would be free

I broke the spell you held over me

I took back my life

When you knew you no longer had me in your power

You begged me to become your wife

You can't fool me any more

Your piercing eyes can't hypnotize

You can't charm me or make me weak in the knees

Because I recognize all of your lies

I once thought the sun rose and set on you

I once did anything to please

But now I'm over and done and through with you

I've risen up off my knees

I thought you were so smooth and seductive

But now you make me sick

I need a man who uses his heart and his brain

Not one who thinks with his dick

No more greasy, sour vampire

Promising the world till he's had his fun

Your words are transparent like the glass of the window

Where I now let in the sun

~Faycin A Croud~

Just a little something for Halloween

Written for The Reverie

A Likely Epitaph

Fun tombstone found here

A Likely Epitaph

Here lies Wanda Bates

The lady who waits

She didn't get what she was wantin'

So she's comin' back a-hauntin'

~Wanda~