...On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Insanity)

 

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Insanity”.

     

      

INSANITY

Majestic doors of ebony and gold

     exude enormous wealth

To walk past, without a second look

     is for sure a hint of stealth

 

Yet like a magnet, your head does turn

     toward the ebony and gold

In reverie you do declare

     their beauty grand and bold

 

They open wide to welcome you

     In awe you step inside

They slam shut as your heart jolts

     Your soft voice full of chide

 

Loud music, chaos, dancing fools

     You turn to run away

The door is locked, you can’t escape

     You fear you’re there to stay

“Insanity” beyond the doors

     Will surely have its way!

 

Echoes of this pseudo-bliss

     excite your ears and mind

You smile at all the characters

     Yet, the macabre is unkind

You may be fooled, past the ebony and gold

     Yet your heart beats unaligned

 

A foreign world has captured you   

     - Harlequins abound!

With the great escape in your mind’s eye

     You chase that deafening sound

Towards those doors, of ebony and gold

     Your body twirls around

You move with the speed of a Cheetah

     For your goal is homeward-bound

 

So faster you go through the open doors

     Each careful step, a gain

The rage in you pushes forth

     to the world of the pure and sane!

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

   "Insanity" is a journey we have all taken, into a world we had no plans on visiting. Once we are there, we must learn to call upon our logic and reason to get us back home - to the world of the sane...Upon our return home, it is then we may realize just how vulnerable the human mind is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Welcome to a Little History in Greenpoint Brooklyn (An Amazing House/Mansion Still Standing)

     This amazing structure at 137 Oak Street, Greenpoint Brooklyn, amazes me every time I pass it. Wish I could tour the inside. It's both creepy and beautiful...I took a photo yesterday (September 16, 2020) because I noticed a "Haunted" sign was placed on the property along with a "Keep Out" sign as well. Please see links below and read some great info, a great story, and some interesting history on this house and property. Enjoy my photos as well...Then you decide if possibly there may be some past souls still lingering there. It sure seems that way...

https://www.brownstoner.com/architecture/greenpoint-brooklyn-137-oak-street-greenpoint-house-for-the-aged/

https://greenpointers.com/2017/10/31/greenpoints-haunted-house-oak-street/

https://www.brownstoner.com/brooklyn-life/closing-bell-haunted-in-greenpoint/

https://brooklynrelics.blogspot.com/2013/12/greenpoint-home-for-aged.html

                                     137 Oak Street, Greenpoint, Brooklyn, New York

HAUNTED...???

KEEP OUT!!! 

"The Great Pumpkin Ride" (13 Days of Halloween Theme 2020 / Spillwords Press / Spillwords.com)

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THE GREAT PUMPKIN RIDE

The Midnight Ride on Halloween

could not compare to Paul Revere;

There was no warning of what was to come,

for The Great Pumpkin was already here!

 

Warlock “Blaise” - He cheered at the reins,

while most townsfolk were still fast asleep;

His Great Pumpkin rolled in, on cast iron wheels,

through dead silence, not even a peep

 

Suddenly, all of the mayhem broke loose

It forced the townsfolk up on their feet

From beds to windows, they did peer out

- Was this a trick, or was this a treat?

 

When Warlock “Blaise” fiercely pulled on the reins,

The Great Pumpkin slowed down his pace…

He popped up his stem and opened his top -

Laying fear on everyone’s face

 

Out of the Pumpkin, they came one by one…

The Ghosts, the Goblins, the Witches of the Night!

They danced and screeched in the quiet streets,

 casting huge shadows by each window’s light

 

The townsfolk hid behind closed doors,

as each Witch rode past on a broom

The eerie and wicked Halloween crew

cast spells of Halloween doom

 

There were Spiders and Skeletons lurking about

The Witches left foul brew at each door

Warlock “Blaise” rose to his feet, sang a devilish tune,

but the townsfolk couldn’t take anymore!

 

They ran for their ammo and loaded their guns

All windows were opened full wide

They shot at the Ghosts, Goblins, Witches galore

and smiled as each fell - with pride!

 

‘Twas the “young” Warlock’s time to meet his fate,

as he cowered behind The Great Pumpkin’s shield

But someone shot him, straight through the heart;

- and “Blaise” died on his own battlefield.

 

The Great Pumpkin rode off, on his cast iron wheels -

He left his sinful friends dead in the street

He rode out of town, without looking back,

and unwillingly claimed defeat

 

The townsfolk came out of their homes with glee,

and burned all the evil that fell in their way

They took back their streets, on this Halloween night,

as "The Great Pumpkin Ride" faded by day!

 

- by Phyllis P. Colucci 

The next time a Warlock-driven Pumpkin rides into your town, be prepared at your windows to take them down. Do not wait to see if it's a "trick or a treat", because you may be the one unwillingly claiming defeat!!!

A Happy Halloween to All...Enjoy the treats - not the tricks...Ha! Ha!