Death Knocks in Hallow Night

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Death Knocks in Hallow Night

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A shift in weather brings a chill

in nights of ghosts and ghouls

and some who seek a yearly thrill

of sudden screams and scares.

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Play we do with truth and dares

if death may be at your front door

hands stretched across long stares

for candy is not what she may want.

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And when my time it’s up I can’t

but she won’t wait another day

across the doorway a bony hand

will grab my soul and disappear.

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So in hallow nights another year

full of candy and scary children

I seek no thrills when well I know

death one night will knock I fear.

H.O

October 31, 2018


“Tis the night—the night

Of the grave’s delight,

And the warlocks are at their play;

Ye think that without,

The wild winds shout,

But no, it is they—it is they!”

― Arthur Cleveland Coxe

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A Weed Among the Roses

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A Weed Among the Roses

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How dazzling this garden

dense with colorful flowers alluring my senses.

Sometimes I pause to rest in the shade by the roses

where the scent my soul cleanses

and entices my dreams to be one among them.

And I lay there content

watching clouds pass me by

 while my wishes far fly

wrapped in the sweetest scent.

But this flourishing place cannot breathe

with the weeds side by side

where their roots buried deep

may  smother the growth of these flowers,

and therefore I must pluck

from the roots,

all these dreams I let spread like the weeds

that grow wild among roses-

H.O

October 18, 2018


“They’re just weeds, love, they don’t belong anywhere.’ Her granddaughter stuck out her bottom lip and furrowed her brow.

‘That doesn’t seem very nice. Everything belongs somewhere.”

― Kathryn Hughes, The Letter

What’s Misplaced

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What’s Misplaced

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Oh how sudden we lose things,

misplace them between disappointments

and the unfulfilled days life brings.

And the sun shines bright, but my hand

shields realities that burns

like summer powdery white sand

on bared feet unprotected,

like hope or my dreams

misplaced or lost as life turns-

H.O

October 3, 2018


“It all goes away. Eventually, everything goes away.”

― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love