Thanks yawl....thank you Bonny for making me feel unique...and Mysti...you've never heard of the phrase, Bats in the belfry?

Very distinctive in your analogy there Pam. I liked the way you used it.

Very good thoughts L...., we all have something that symbolizes us in some way or another. I have a question though. It will be in an email.

To one of the sweetest ladies in this post....Happy Sweetest Day to you. I wish you many smiles, plenty of rainbows and a pot of gold when you get there.

That was wonderfully written. As if I could have said the same thing about the one I just met.

So picturesque my dear Bonny...I loved it. Good to see you're writing again.

That was beautiful Sherri, yet erotic but with good taste.

Thanks Suze...flowers for you too...

Uhhhh..thanks I think Michele...I do what?

Thanks Bonny...Glad you've liked everything so far. Good to see you again. And where is the One coming from?

Yes it is intense and I too hope people read it and get a message out of it. It was supposed to turn out to be a Halloween poem, but I got veered off in another direction while in the third stanza of this poem. Thanks Michele and Bonny Miss.

Thanks Bonny

Thank you ladies, I appreciate the kind comments. Hopefully you will have a bewitching and spooky Halloween.

Thank you beauty....you wouldn't believe how this one got inspired in the first place, but I ran with it and this is the result of it.

Thank you ladies, glad you liked it...

The Cemetary

"Shhh...listen to the sounds
Do you hear what I hear?"
"The wind is whispering through the trees
Does your soul show fear?"
"Welcome to the cemetary of evil
Where there are many tales."
"Of the many souls that have died here
That have seen many hells."

The creaking sound from the gate
Sends a chill down your spine,
The black cat hisses on the fence
Who once had nine lives.
"Come with me, I am your host."
Said the gruesome figure in black,
"I will lead you through a journey of tales
And hope you'll never come back."

As he leads you through the gate
You shudder at your knees,
Walking past the tombstone shadows
An owl hoots in the trees.
The host stops the crowd with a hand
As he points to a grave,
"Here lies a pitiful soul,
Who thought that he would be brave."

"He thought he was invincible
Didn't have to wear a seatbelt,
It won't ever happen to me
Was the way he felt."
"Well...he met his fate with me
For I am the Angel of Death,
For when he crashed in that wall
I got what was left."

"Come with me, let's continue please
For we have a ways to go,
I have lots of other tales you see
Upon which I will bestow.
For the souls in this cemetary
Are the stupid ones beyond belief,
For the decisions they have made
That put them in grief."

"Now as we round this corner
Here lies Elmer McNye,
He found his way to me quickly
By being a DUI."
"Why people think they are Superman
With alcohol through their veins,
Is beyond me," shaking his head
"What have they got to gain?"

"Now over here, this happy soul
Found his way to hell with his death,
For he found his joy of choice
By messing with the drug crystal meth."
"He got a little too much
And found himself overdosed,
Sent him to the hospital
In the state of comatose."

"It didn't take long before I knew
That he would wind up being mine,
I have no mercy on these souls
When they lay their life on the line."
"Now what say you there, standing and shaking
How are you living your life?"
"Are you messing with drugs and alcohol
Fooling around on your wife?"

"Don't wind up like these poor old souls
For these over here committed suicide,
Because they couldn't handle every day life
Or take things in stride."
"Come on and live a clean life
And you may go through these gates here,
Where the clouds are white and streets of gold
And the skies are blue and clear."

I saw the opening and decided to change
I knew how I wanted to live,
I did away with the drugs and alcohol
And to the Man, my life I give.
I want the streets of gold and pearly gates
Where the skies are clear and blue,
Now if you took this walk with the Angel of Death
What would you do?

I Have Bats In My Belfry

I've been told many a time
I have bats in my belfry,
Does this mean that I'm crazy
Or just that I'm carefree?
I don't feel anything flying around
In that empty space,
Who could reside up there anyways
In that lonesome place?

If I have bats in my belfry
At least I'd have friends,
That keep that space occupied
And loosens up the ends.
They'll keep my head on straight
And out of a mess,
They'll make decisions for me
And do what's best.

But bats only have radar
That's their only honing in skill,
They can't see worth a crap
For the bugs they have to kill.
I guess when they move around
I'll know my brain is in gear,
But when it feels empty up there
That's when I have to fear.

Beware! The Witching Hour

The witches coven gathers
Just shortly before the midnight hour,
They start boiling their black cauldron
So they can enhance their power.
They put spider legs in the brew
And some eye of newt,
While a little ugly gremlin
Plays a harp on a root.

They wear their cloaks of black
And their pointy tall hats,
They have their brooms aside them
With their evil black cats.
You can hear them do their cackling
While they stir and chant,
When the witching hour comes
The ghouls will begin to dance.

The moon is full with its face
As it sits way up nigh,
A few minutes more before twelve
And the ghouls will begin to fly.
It's All Hallows Eve this night
When the demons will celebrate,
Make sure you go out early
Don't stay out too late.

I Have A Redneck Daughter,
You Gotta Redneck Son

They believe in wearing cammo
They believe in the rebel flag,
They didn't like the flag of change
Congress was a drag.
Four-wheelers are their toys
Huntin with bows and guns,
I have a redneck daugher
You gotta redneck son.

Mossy Oak and Remington
Are their favorite brands,
Bluegrass and country music
With some of the their favorite bands.
Eatin at The Road Kill Cafe
With possum on a bun,
I have a redneck daughter
You gotta redneck son.

Coon huntin around midnight
Spittin from a plug,
Sittin round the fireplace
On top of a bear skin rug.
These are the activities
Till the early morning sun,
I have a redneck daughter
You gotta redneck son.

Take Me Through A Journey

Take me through a journey
Of rainbows and fields of green,
With days filled with sunshine
The prettiest I've ever seen.
Where our path is an eternity
Endless and filled with love,
The joy you bring to my heart
Will be more than enough.

Take me through a journey
Where clouds float in a field of blue,
The wind whispers upon your face
Dancing in a field of golden hue.
We can lay under that big oak tree
With the picnic basket you made,
Enjoying the company of each other
Until in the horizon, the sun will fade.

Take me through a journey
Where the stars twinkle at night,
The man in the moon smiles down
With his glow shining so bright.
Listening to the crickets of the evening
While we listen to their song,
When we look into each others eyes
We know nothing can go wrong.

It is finally ready
And available to you,
With my wonderful words
Some love, some blue.
If you're a friend
Like the ones I think,
Drop me a line
And I will send you the link.

Thanks to all of you wonderful friends for the inspirations that made it possible.

The Colors Of Fall

As the season of death creeps in
Little does he know,
That with the change of life
The beauty that will show.
The changing of the leaves
With colors of brown, red and gold,
Will be the luster of beauty
That stands out so bold.

Although Spring has its colors
And growing life abounds,
The colors of Fall are resilient
As the leaves float around.
The changing of the leaves
With colors of brown, gold and red,
Will be welcoming in winter
When things will soon be dead.

Enjoy it while you can
Because it won't last long,
All things beautiful
Will soon be gone.
But then, when old man winter
Slips in with all his might,
Things will be a lustrous
Ground covering of white.