Well, well, well. I heard tell that some of you special snowflakes out there have this Monday all to yourselves. While you’re all out, relaxin’, here’s something for the rest of us to go on. May it help us get on a lil quicker through the day.
As always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
I ask you
Do not devalue the
gravity of the day,
the importance of the this revelry
to fear, fright.
This is the one night where we,
breath in myth and out
We exude shadows and
from our hearts
shades seep, for one eve,
out of our primal psyche and, again,
into our now hollow
Happy Halloween, folks! I hope you’re planning to enjoy the night because, let’s face it, at our age we don’t get too many frights which are actually this harmless nor fun. Have a few extra shots on me and here’s to hoping that your night brings a whole lot of fun, a little hells, and some much needed chills to ground ya on down!
toil and trouble
the coffee burns
and oatmeal bubbles
I’m late for work
on All-Hallow’s week
when did holidays
become so bleak?
Won’t get candy
I gotta get gas
wear a costume?
I’m in last week’s
Want to Time Warp
or Monster Mash
but what’s more frightening:
Grooving out to Thriller
or the thought of
No, instead of haunting
I’ll just ghost away
another zombie shambles
to the promise of
Alright, alright. I know, it’s Monday and that was an extremely corny poem but give an old girl her woes, won’t you? Just thought I’d like to give my protest for growing up, despite the fact I’m as bogged down and out of the fun as they come. Still, I can always raise a hoot in my writing, can’t I?
Anywho, here’s to hoping your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain
So, there’s been a bit of writers block mixed with a healthy dash of holiday hoopla around here. Due to that, I’m doing the lazy but still enjoyable act of tossing up some of my favorite poems between my own. This one here is absolutely one of my top favorites, first seen in an old Toastmaster’s book that I picked up years ago. Great premise to the poem, and it’s something I try to constantly remind myself of each and every day.
Hope you are enjoying your holidays with a splash of something strong!