Sunday, October 29, 2017

Happy Halloween! & Day 317 CJSM-book IV


Happy Halloween!
 
“Whoo!” Whispers cold-warning October-winds
Hoot-owl feathers dance rustling leaves it sends
 
Large white oval eyes perched on a skeleton bare branch
Spooky yellow harvest-moon translucent alabaster-blanch
 
Pale ghosts, wild goblins neighborhood streets invaded
“Trick or treat!” Sugar-sweets keep urchin-kids satiated
 
Johnny masquerades an ugly Frankenstein bloody freak-scene
Angelic-child in broad daylight---he is not really all that mean
 
Sweet sassy Sally-Sue so feminine can actually sew and stitch
Black pointed hat, wart on long-nose casts evil; wicked-witch
 
Behind barred barriers cowers populace while praying “Faith!”
Intelligent to fear the living rather than some poor spook wraith
 
“I want to suck your blood!” Fanged Count Dracula openly true-confesses
“We’re used to it!” Counters citizens familiar with politicos’ transgresses
 
Dark graveyard ghostlike sentinels white marble statue monuments
“Better them than me! Dying to get in there!” Determined sentiments
 
Red, yellow, gold ghoul-leaves rustle like a rattler’s warning alarm
Play chase and tag tumbling along caught in a turbulent wind-storm
 
Wee-ones scurry house to house with open bags beg charity
A Headless Horseman gallops on Main Street just for hilarity
 
On yon church steeple-high a wicked witch points at all she knew
“At midnight you all will monsters be! Dare drink of my vile brew!”
 
“Tis not the Christmas Eve, most horrid evil woman!” In unison, they plead
With focused intent, “Candy-full by then we will all be snug-tight in bed!”
 
Drifting clouds slowly obscured the illuminating-orb bright full moon
To tempt chilly obfuscated myriad stinging raindrops descending soon
 
Racing safely home with overburdened sweetness-bags shrewd children shout
“Happy Halloween! Young friends!” Dare! Enjoy it all before, alas: Lights out!
 
 
Plus:
 
 
 
Day 317
 
 
My Briefcase is My Brain
 
 
I still have my old, battered leather briefcase that served me well for decades.
I traveled---a lot…so did my “friend”, that faithful companion.
I reckon this “memory” comes from me telling Beth that the briefcase was: My brain!
It was true enough; everything contained in that carrier aided me in my job for so many years.
It is now relegated to our entry hall closet; I see it whenever I have occasion to visit there.
It rode on the passenger’s seat, open, with my itinerary and files ready at an instant touch.
I sure enough made a truck-load of money with that old friend with me every step of the way.
Kind of wish I had ten just like it! Clones!? Yeah!---the briefcase…and, the money! Hmm!
 
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Thanks! Old-friend!” Memories!


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