He cuts the top off his pumpkin, just as the doctor Victor Frankenstein cut the top off the head of fiend –the demon Mary Shelley wrote of –known as Frankenstein.
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The top comes off the pumpkin with a sucking sound and the man grimaces at the putrid smell of pumpkin guts; as he reaches inside to clean the guts a grim laughter echoes throughout the dark house and the man trembles; he laughs at himself knowing the black night and howling wind are only tricking him into being afraid.
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Then, the pumpkin head peers up at the man and he screeches like a little girl, hiding under the table; a headless body appears and replaces and the top of the pumpkin; the body places the pumpkin on his neck where his head should be; the pumpkin transforms –eyes triangle cut-outs where fire burns and mouth open with sharp glistening teeth; the headless horsemen goes outside to do his demonic duty on ‘All Hallows’ Eve’ –the ageless creature of horror; he cuts off the head of the crying man for his first head of the night.
One moment you’re stalled, the next you’re too quick here.
Strength is a quality not measured in moments,
Measured in years, standing against time, back bent.
It’s an eternal struggle with internal —
Thoughts and habits, striving to change and descern.
Attempting to learn what experience teaches,
Growing in ourselves and for others reaching.
Improve upon our lives, our relationships,
Don’t be still, life needs our participation.
Beautiful, bountiful time you glimmer dear,
One moment you’re stalled, the next you’re too quick here.
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Strength is a quality not measured in moments,
Measured in years, standing against time, back bent.
Fighters push hard, keep trekking through the swamp land,
Mud sucking at your boots, praying there’s no quicksand.
Though tangled vines block your path, the machete cuts,
Letting no vines keep you from glory — sword thrust.
Old boat leaking, passing through life’s wide valleys,
A quest you must complete, don’t you dare dally.
A light in the distance, shows your boat safe path,
Light saves you from ending on rocks, body smashed.
Beautiful, bountiful time you glimmer dear,
One moment you’re stalled, the next you’re too quick here. ——-
It’s an eternal struggle with internal —
Thoughts and habits, striving to change and descern.
Looking inside ourselves, we’re often selfish,
But we can change, help others, give back and wish —
We knew how wonderful it felt to generously,
Give of all we are; family gives meaningfully.
Inner strength once found, perserverance we grasp,
Goes into the world, makes a sad person laugh.
For finally they can overcome their issues sad,
They see a light, see truth wins –every card hand.
Beautiful, bountiful time you glimmer dear,
One moment you’re stalled, the next you’re too quick here.
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Attempting to learn what experience teaches,
Growing in ourselves and for others reaching.
Spread fortitude, physical, emotional and —
Spiritual; seeing it bless, teach, understand —
Beyond words and muscle, past many barriers,
Teach us to grow and find strength as warriors.
Life such a battle, we do what we can in —
The time we are given, keep fighting and win.
Glory and honour maybe yours or not yet,
We go through life either way, path never set.
Beautiful, bountiful time you glimmer dear,
One moment you’re stalled, the next you’re too quick here.
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Licentia:
“The Licentia Rhyme Form, a poetic form created by Laura Lamarca, consists of at least 3 12-line stanzas with 11 syllables per line. Of course, the poem can be elongated adding on to the following rhyme scheme: aabbccddeeAA, BBffgghhiiAA, CCjjkkllmmAA.”
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