Monthly Archives: October 2019

Turkeys cross a road. A park is their abode. Sticking close together appears to be their code.

Their little ones are their hope. Feathers are their coat. They’re popular in November to American folks.

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A festival during harvest features works by many an artist.

In places like the far west, this fest is one of the largest. Its welcome to guests is one of the warmest; it offers food, music, and charmed zest.

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A hummingbird (fast like a vortex) hovers high above doorsteps.

More pleasant than hornets, it’s cute like a pet (that could have four legs), it defies the phrase “cool your jets”. Focused on its attention’s center: a birdfeeder filled with nectar. Drinking that, the bird feels better and excited with … Continue reading

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The grass on a graveyard resembles electrocardiogram.

So are the dead really dead? I’ll be damned since grass and EKG lines share spikes and dips. Can this hint at a zombie apocalypse?

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A canine (named Ralph) appears wiser with closed mouth.

Ralph seems like he’s seen too much and has got stories that might scare cute pups. He’s very expressive with big sad eyes. Despite adversity, he still survives.

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In its 10/11/19 issue, the Orangevale View published my poem “Pumpkin”.

It can be found on page 21 and also via the following link: https://zfthrimej.wordpress.com/2019/10/01/a-pumpkin-from-a-patch-contains-candle-wax-with-wick-lit-by-match-passerbys-it-attracts/

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Revenge, Redemption, and/or Relief Is Possible; the last two of the three sound the most optimal.

Can a zombie also be justice that’s been delayed? If yes, no wonder it won’t stay in the grave.

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A pumpkin from a patch contains candle wax (with wick lit by match). Passerbys it attracts.

It’s carved like a mask; its first name is Jack. If anyone asks, O’Lantern is its last. The more that it’s looked at, the more it seems to laugh (madly and captivating like it’s witchcraft).

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