Town Invasion by Jenny Erlanger

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The monster approaching with giant black eyes
looks hostile and ever so chilling.
Its freaky companion, of frightening size,
is certainly out for a killing.

And standing nearby is another weird creep.
This one’s pretty skinny and hairy.
It must be a zombie, it seems half asleep.
I’ve never seen something so scary.

And here comes a creature with blood-coated jaws
whose stare is quite clearly satanic.
It’s carving the air with its menacing claws
and looks most decidedly manic.

A lot more have gathered and formed into groups,
they’re constantly shrieking or grunting.
Assembled together in nightmarish troops,
They’re focused on scaring and hunting.

The treats have been awesome, the feast’s been a blast,
as always, a night to remember.
Of course, the excitement is not going to last.
Tomorrow’s the start of November.

In response to Celebrations prompt

The March by Jacinta Lou

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Skeletons dance to a haunting tune,
as witches chant their spells to the moon.

Zombies march. White ghosts howl.
Cats screech loudly to the hoot of an owl.

Lock up your children, keep them inside.
Beware what will happen, so run – run and hide.

They will join in the march, zombies witches and more,
and fill you with dread as they knock on your door.

Knock. Knock. KNOCK!

Trick or treat?

In response to Celebrations prompt

World Pasta Day by James Aitchison

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We’re celebrating pasta
all around the world,
spaghetti and linguine
are being swirled and twirled.

Ravioli’s all the rage!
Rigatoni’s lots of fun!
I think my gnocchi rocks! 
Some penne anyone?

Macaroni and fusilli,
canelloni, fettuccine,
tagliatelle, vermicelli, 
agnolini, tortellini —

Let’s celebrate them all,
every kind of pasta!
There’s nothing like a pasta
to fill your tummy faster.

In response to Celebrations prompt.

Looking At Pasta by Toni Newell

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So many types of pasta
Of many varied shapes
All of the same ingredient
Yet a difference it makes.
There’s rigatoni and penne
And also shells and bows
Spaghetti, tagliatelle,
Linguini, and on it goes.
And the sauces are so varied
Bolognese, to start the list
But the cook can be creative
And give the sauce a twist.
It’s no wonder that it’s honoured
For its versatility
An ingredient of many shapes
Can produce such variety.
So, let us celebrate
On the twenty fifth of October
World Pasta Day
This year and forever after.

In response to Celebrations prompt

Dark Matter Day by Celia Berrell

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Most of our universe
seems to be …
MISSING! NOT THERE
for us to see.

We call this DARK MATTER
because we agree,
although we can’t see it,
we’ve shown, quite clearly,
this stuff interacts with
GRAVITY.

Remember October
will end with this quest
as Halloween
is one of our best
spooky and scary festivities
for magic and mayhem
and mysteries.

And so, it’s become
the perfect way
to celebrate science’s
DARK MATTER DAY!

In response to Prompt #6: Celebrations.

For more about dark matter visit https://www.interactions.org/dark-matter-day

Poem of the Day

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Tea

by Nadine Cranenburgh

Tea for two can be so very nice
when conversation flows with warmth and ease
steep the stories slowly in the pot
and pour them, hot and sweetened to your taste

When conversation flows with warmth and ease
time trickles by in gentle lapping waves
so you can pour and taste the sweet bouquet
of friendship worn silk-smooth by passing years

Time trickles, by and by, in gentle waves
friends come and go, the world’s still not that small
their passing worn silk-smooth by absent years
shared stories mothballed up for rainy days

When friends come to see me, time gets whirled
right back to the last time we shared a pot
Moths can’t eat our stories after all –
tea for two can be so very nice

Nadine says: This is in response to the ‘T’ prompt on Australian Children’s Poetry. I am at my mum’s place, catching up and drinking tea, so the phrase ‘tea for two’ popped into my head. I’m writing a poem a day as part of the Month of Poetry in January, so thought I ‘d have a go at a new form of poem. A couple of google searches later, I found the pantoum – which has repeated lines, that can be tweaked for subtle shifts in meaning. I’ve also played with words that sound alike but mean different things. Here’s what I ended up with.

Poem of the Day

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The Keyhole

by Walter de Jong

 

Our cave we called the Keyhole,

we’d climb up there to see

the ferry carrying families

that drove out to the beach.

I’d sit there and imagine

floods rising high back then

to carve for us this keyhole

then rejoin the world again.

That door opened secretly

to millennia before

the cars, the ferry, boats and planes,

schools and rules and laws

And now…The ferry’s gone, and rust has taken

cars and boats and planes.

While I move on the Keyhole stays,

the secret place remains.

 

  • Submitted in response to 2016 Poetry Prompt #1

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