A Halloween Werewolf by Alexis M. Ashikwe

My granddaughter, Lexi, wrote this delightful poem for Halloween and I asked her if I could share it with my readers today.

(Image courtesy of Pixabay)

There once was a werewolf very sad,

No one liked him because he looked mad.

He’d get up at night and howl at the moon,

Almost as loud as a crying bassoon.

A werewolf
(Image courtesy of Pixabay)

He also looked scary with all of his hair,

And didn’t have any clothes to wear.

Even though he looked normal by day,

Everyone still refused to play.

A blond girl with floral crown in a field.
(Image courtesy of Pixabay)

Then a girl with short blond hair

Came up to him and pulled out a chair.

He really only wanted a friend,

Now that he’s found one, this story will end.

CALL TO ARMS!

Homelessness is a blight upon civilization and should not exist at all. Dewin Nefol of Wales, UK, spends much of his spare time working with the Homeless. Nefol created the Gallybloggers website to showcase the poetry and prose of the Homeless in the hope that someday, financial assistance and greater social and political awareness will be awakened. I have committed myself to help Dewin Nefol in this great cause. I urge you to consider helping as well. You can contact me privately through the CONTACT page on this site or contact Dewin himself. Thank you!

A Book Trailer for Versions of the Self Releases!

Poet Christy Birmingham shares her newly released trailer for her second book of poetry “Versions of the Self”. Please read on…

When Women Inspire

When I opened up my messages today and saw one from my online friend Abid A. Sayyed saying that he had created a video for my second poetry book Versions of the Self, I was overjoyed. I immediately clicked on it and let’s just say it’s been a reason to smile again and again! Thank you again, Abid, for this generous gift.

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VIXEN

Dewin Nefol gifts us with a delightful narrative poem that is rich in imagery and rhyme. This is a treat to savor! Please, read on…

~ The Wizard of Wands ~ Jake’s Journal ~

~ Vixen ~ By ~ Jake Sweeny ~

~~~

Beneath a thick lick of balmy soup

I am reflecting in a moonbeam.

As I lie I try recalling lost lines,

Spoken earlier before this dream…

~

“So far solar to go,” I said,

“She never ceases her glide.”

“Upon great wings she flies in crystal skies

always travelling so far and wide.”

~

“An elevated flight,” added Master Scribe,

“One always flying into the Sun.”

“Only Eagles dare stare at Heaven’s flare,

without ever being undone.”

~*~

Selene presses her gaze infuses her haze,

Entices me into her trance.

And here I stay with my eyes all glazed,

My mind enchanted by romance.

~

When by my side a dark shadow I spied,

a flick of slick suddenly dive and dart.

Still lost in a dream I follow the gleam

with a rising pulse…

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