Male Ego Defined

OFP1 - 2020

Now Handsome Jack wasn’t known to be slack
with a raise of his brow the bats scattered
as the pumpkin smirked and the black cat meowed
and the holy white crosses all fell back

The moon’s glow added a mysterious glimmer
as he stared straight at his next victim
oops, decadent woman of the hallowed night
making his rowdy blood and the red mist simmer

His attire mocked the average dressed Poe
with ruffled sleeves and a raised collar
jacket cinched tight with Lenore dangling
from his belt, he hoped would cause a row.

Handsome Jack made his intent blatantly clear
Annabelle would come willingly to his side
replacing Marie Laveau in a fiery flash
but there’s more to the story then might appear

The cat and the pumpkin placed their bets
as the two men snickered and bickered
the merits of a woman’s worth but neither
remembered a woman never forgets.

A woman’s fury is worse than gates of hell
Bats and cats both are very aware
that only a foolish grinning pumpkin
and a man sporting a hat would ring that bell.

#one liner Wednesday

“One good thing about being wrong is the joy it brings to the others.”~ unknown

“A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one.” ― Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

I’m truly happy I found my guy.

We’re approaching our 12th anniversary on Halloween.

The Crain’s Wedding

Hear ye Hear ye, the wedding is today
Pumpkins, gourds, scarecrows, bales of hay
Spread out in such colorful array
Orange and yellow festive bouquets
A raven on his perch studying the fray

Town crier “let us begin this Halloween wedding, Yay”
We gather in a circle and hold hands without delay
Our dear Robin Hood and Marion vow love this day
Crowds of well- wishers yell hurray! Hurray!
Knights swirling their swords in mock play

Fair maidens tease with their fan sway
Knights hoping the party will soon get risqué
Arthur proclaiming lets partake of thy fabulous buffet
Friar Tuck toasts Drink up, be merry, pass the cheese tray
Let the music begin, get this party under way
Because soon it will be somber All Saint’s day!


Playing catch-up again. We were in Maine with family, taking a much needed mental health break.


When was the last time you tried something new?  How did that go for you?

The something new for me was drinking with the granddaughters. I hadn’t done that with them before. It felt awkward at first because as a grandmother or even as a mother because you don’t see them in your mind’s eye as adults. Once, I got past the creepy feel, we had a ball. Conversation was good, margaritas were tasty but this woman should have stopped at one. But stubborn as I am I didn’t want to be the light weight drinker of the crew. I decorated myself in vomit shortly after we dropped the girls off but thankfully I rose the next day with no hangover.

What’s the most sensible thing you’ve ever heard someone say?

Follow your heart, it will never lead you astray.

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

51, it was a very good year.

Lastly, I’ll be doing one “Halloween” themed question per week during October.  Those who don’t observe the holiday are welcome to answer or to ignore it as they wish.

Fun  CREEPY Halloween Question:

Have you ever seen a ‘fresh’ corpse (aka dead body)?

Yup, I have several times. The image stays in your mind for some time.

Scarecrow Woes ©

Scratchy, itchy, moldy straw stuffed in places that hurt
Crows landing on my outstretched arms
Arrogantly squawking in my ear, pecking at my hat
Raw winds with chilly temperatures freezing my tush
Even the farmer has abandoned me in the field
Caw, caw, go away can’t you give me moments piece
Rotted vegetables left under my dangling feet
Over my head the sun shines brightly but isn’t warm
Why, farmer did you leave me here withering

#30 Day Challenge -favorite

Wow, this month of music choices has flown by.

I’m editing some of my Halloween poetry and I like to get in the right mindset with dark classical music. Now I know the prompt says favorite but I don’t really have a specific artist because I love many different genres. The icing for me on the response was favorite and at this time of year I listen to a lot of dark classical music because Halloween is my favorite holiday.

This poem’s prompt said, you could only use the word contest in the title. In the poem itself you couldn’t use the words: contest, party, fear or Halloween. The other perimeter was it must have aa, bb, cc, dd, etc… so basically rhyming couplets with a minimum of 4 quatrains.

The Contest©

Elderly witches stirred bubbling pots
Younger witches tied magical knots
Black cats sharpened their claws
Differences set aside as darkness draws

Gravestones groaned and shifted
Caskets creaked when lifted
Vampires rose from a murky home
Their thirst will be sated as they roam

Ghosts howled and swirled in the mist
Anxious for the opportunity to assist
Owls and Ravens added conspiring sound
Zombies impatient to get around

So many evil urges refuse to be reined in
May the most significant demon win
Purple smoke swirls, witches fly into the sky
Quicker than the blink of a cat’s eye

Vampires flapped their wings to follow suit
Zombies marched slowly in hot pursuit
So preoccupied with their sweet treats
Victims were easy prey on the streets


“For over two decades, composers Edward Douglas and Gavin Goszka have been known as Midnight Syndicate, creating symphonic soundtracks to imaginary films that facilitate a transcendental and adventurous escape into the secret dimensions of the mind’s eye. To many of their fans, they are horror music pioneers brewing a signature blend of instrumental orchestral gothic music and movie-style sound effects. To others, they remain the first “haunted house band” that forever changed the Halloween music genre and became a staple of the October holiday season.  Still others, know them for their contributions to the use of music in the roleplaying and board game industries.”

This album is what I grab when I begin decorating my home for Halloween. It’s a perfect creative inspiration.


Deviate depart from an established course. As an adjective departing from usual or accepted standards; deviant.

Inspiration be damned, I’m looking for a new muse! One that doesn’t deviate from writing.

Muse Is
She seeks to flatter
Herself with flashy gems
and men decked out to the nines
smothering her with opinions
Oh, their inflated egos gag me
quick my dear muse, deviate while we can

The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables

10 lines 40 w/c

Halloween lights are up around the window giving the cobwebs an eerie glow. No village on the landing because I’m worried about it being bumped by accident shuffling things down to the garage for the moving sale. The other thing is they’re securely wrapped already, not in the mood to add more work. The village in the dining room was up, I only changed the lighting color, picked up the snow blanket, laid down the moss and got out the pumpkins and witches. My witches in front of the fireplace weren’t boxed so they’re in need of boxes after Halloween. Just in case you’re wondering Halloween is 39 days away.

“Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.”
― William Shakespeare


On a positive note for getting things done for our move, I packed up 12 huge boxes, 6 for each granddaughter in Maine. Bedding, dishes and cookware that I’m sure they’ll be able to use. We’ve decided to deliver them personally. So we’re doing a quick road trip and going to see my son John while we’re there. I’m looking forward to seeing them all. I haven’t seen Mik in two and a half years, Cait in a year and quarter, and John in 10 months.

#FOWC incessant

(of something regarded as unpleasant) continuing without pause or interruption.

Holding her beloved mirror in hand
the young woman studies her lost love.
Her smoldering eyes peering
barely hidden behind her lush lashes and
ruby red lips in a brief shy smile.
As she watches him with their son
walking hand in hand toward their home.
Her hand trembles slightly, a tear drop falls for
this living forever isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.
Yet the young woman thought she could handle it
never considering how desolate
eternity could be without her love, her child.
She sighs deeply knowing, another tear falls
In her heart, the choice was right
though the price was high.

The choice made at the time didn’t consider the incessant ramifications of living forever. I thought of how I would feel if the opportunity arose guaranteeing their health and happiness in exchange for my soul, could I do it as I wrote this Halloween poem. I know faced with assuring they’re healthy and happy once doesn’t stop… oh wait but they’ll be dead and I’m still living. That incessant detail isn’t forefront because we want the best for our loved ones.

“Incessant smiling is one of the deadly tools used by someone whose intent is to make others cry.”― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Writing is my passion, expression and an incessant obsession.”
― Pushpa Rana


the prompt word is: ONLY

“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”~ Joe Lewis

Life happens if only it would happen the way we need it too be than the word would lose some of its potency as an adverb no one or nothing more besides; solely or exclusively. Adjectively, it may have a little value because it’s alone of its or their kind; single or solitary. If the English language isn’t confusing only means enough except that; but for the fact that. Sometimes I think our ancestors had better communication than us with their drawings and limited vocabulary.

Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It’s not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me
‘Cause I’d already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn’t make things new
Just by saying I love you

More than words
La di da, da di da, di dai dai da

Now I’ve tried to talk to you and make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands and touch me
Hold me close don’t ever let me go
More than words is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me
‘Cause I’d already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn’t make things new
Just by saying I love you

La di da, da di da, di dai dai da
More than words
La di da, da di da, di dai dai da
More than words
La di da, da di da
La di da, da di da, more than words
La di da, da di da, di dai dai da
La di da, da di da, more than words (oh uh uh uh)
More than words

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Gary F. Cherone / Nuno Bettencourt

There is only one success, to be able to spend your life in your own way.“~ Christopher Morley

Photo by Pixabay on

The Old Barn©

A weathered, crumbling, old two storied barn on the edge of town
Barely noticed it was just one of many buildings all run down
Two old posts hold a rusty old chain with what was left of a sign
Next to the road, a grove of overgrown, neglected black pine
Only one night of the year, there’s evidence something evil goes on
Even the old owl is silent, hidden in the pine, patiently waiting for dawn
The few towns’ people left lock their doors, put down their shades
Covering their ears until the screeches of agonizing pain fade
In the morning light, the elders look for survivors of the demon fest
The lucky ones still able to moan will be medically assessed
The undertaker will deliver the dead, to the graveyard
Waiting for elders to begin a mournful service of fond regard
The owl howls at closing, grateful to be among that survived
Until next year, all will avoid the old barn where the demons reside.

If only we picked a different place to live. 🙂

Halloween poem, letter-c, recipe and other stuff

Memento, created by Emily Romano is a poem about a holiday or an anniversary, consisting of two stanzas as follows: the syllable count should be 8 beats for line one; 6 beats for line two; and two beats for line three. This is repeated twice for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is: a/b/c/a/b/c for each of the two stanzas.

Thought I would give one a try just for fun. And since Halloween is on my brain. I’ve been thinking a lot about our quandary to decorate or not. Do I expect trick or treaters? Probably, the same children in the neighborhood since they already run everywhere in our development. I’ve crossed paths numerous times and we always maintain social distance. I could simply set a filled dish on the steps for them. Some how I don’t see the trunk or treats at the school happening this year. The majority of our schools are distance learning.


Halloween, a ghoulish delight
goblins and fairies join
so glad
to partake in whatever fright
without flipping a coin
you cad!

“One need not be a chamber to be haunted. One need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place.” ~ Emily Dickinson

Letter-c and custard

Three weeks have come and gone without a word from the doctor. Should I safely assume no news is good news on the biopsies done on the polyps? So I logged into the online portal that seems to be the methodology of the medical field these days, nothing was listed in my test results there either. Why is it so hard for communication channels to work as efficiently as their billing channel does?

Fall is approaching and with it comes the drying of herbs or freezing them for future use. I can’t freeze this year so I will be drying a slew to take with me.

I looked in the cupboard and I noted I have 8 cans of pumpkin on hand. I don’t feel like a pie or bread but then I remembered in the cancer fighting cookbook a recipe for pumpkin custard. Now that sounds divine.

Preheat oven 325

1 cup canned pumpkin, 1 teaspoon of ground cinnamon, 1/2 teaspoon of sea salt, and ground ginger, 1/4 teaspoon of ground cloves, allspice, nutmeg. 2 eggs, 2 tablespoons of maple syrup. She indicates dark is better. 1 tablespoon of molasses. 1 teaspoon of vanilla. I cup of organic milk or coconut milk. I didn’t have either so I used 1 cup of vanilla almond milk.

Combine pumpkin, cinnamon, ginger,cloves,allspice and nutmeg in large bowl. In a smaller bowl beat the eggs lightly, then add the maple syrup, molasses,vanilla, and milk. Blend together then whisk into pumpkin mixture until thoroughly combined.

Pour the mixture into 6 ramekins and place them inside a 13″x 9″ pan or whatever pan you have that has at least 3 inch sides so the water doesn’t spill when you put it and pull it from the oven. Add 2 inches of hot water around the ramekins and carefully transfer pan to oven. Bake 45 -55 minutes. Test with a knife to make sure it comes out clean. Serve warm or cold. So good! ❤ Your family will love you for it.

This recipe belongs to Rebecca Katz from the Cancer Fighting Kitchen.


“There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man’s evil prying calls them just within our range.~ H.P. Lovecraft

More violence and more covid-19

6,132,074 in the United States. deceased in the United States 186,173

confirmed cases: New Jersey: 192,973 Maine: 4,632 Virginia 124, 779, Nevada 70,474 , Massachusetts 129, 596

Looks like it’s safer still to live in Maine but unfortunately, they don’t have the medical I require available without long trips to Boston.

I’m inclined to stay inside and continue reading Roald Dahl’s Ghost Stories the outside world isn’t appealing to me. Maybe start a new crochet project so I’m not transporting it all with me.

Sandman’s Q&A

If I could have my hair any color for 24 hours, what color would I choose?

Macavity and me

I had the electric blue for more than 24 hours, I loved it. But then I’ve had so many hair colors over the years thanks to my awesome friend and hair stylist.The typical colors of auburn, brunette, blonde after chemo stole my hair color. My hair came back in snow white. All of my natural color was gone. So then I tried, Royal blue,turquoise, pink, eggplant, green, red, orange, black and blue together, black and green together, purple, silver with red tips, I love the freedom, I have to express myself.

Am I a Hitchcock fan? If so, what is my favorite movie?

Hitchcock fan oh yeah. My introduction was because my Gramma loved John Forysthe, he starred in an unusual Hitchcock The Trouble with Harry. It wasn’t all that suspenseful, the setting isn’t busy, and the story is unusually quaint but she loved it and I watched it with her.

My second favorite is I Confess. the film stars Montgomery Clift in the leading role as a priest who’s wrongly suspected of murder. I Confess puts the ethics of privacy of the church on the stand, which ultimately results in showing the oath of silence in a new light. Which at the time was novel.

My third favorite is Spellbound. Spellbound is a twisting and turning suspense thriller from Alfred Hitchcock that nearly reaches the heights of his greatest works. Ingrid Bergman and Gregory Peck star in the film and both give excellent performances.

And finally, you can’t be a Hitchcock without the Birds. Why would anyone want to make a movie about Birds? I love birds but there are lots of people who hate birds. That’s due to a phenomenon known as ornithophobia — the fear of birds — and Hitchcock understood better than anyone how to tap into it. According to google to The Birds is one of Hitchcock’s most iconic works and has inspired countless spoofs and parodies over the years. For as silly as a swarm of birds inexplicably attacking people may seem to some, the film speaks more broadly to base human fears about how fragile our sense of security in the world actually is. The delicate balance of our daily routines could unravel and disrupt our lives forever — a horrifying theme indeed. The Birds is a multi-layered horror thriller from the master whose weighty themes cut beneath its story’s strange and frightening surface.

Do I decorate for Autumn/Halloween and will it be affected by this year’s craziness?

The witches cackle, the books move.
Igor offers interesting dining options.

I’m the house in the neighborhood that people come to see what I’ve done inside and out each year. I decorate because I love Halloween and how festive or scary I make it depends on my mood more than anything. I love creating the villages each year, I takes lots of pictures so I don’t repeat the set-up.

This year I have more than covid weighing on me. We’re moving and unpacking all the decorations and setting up draws away from what I need to be focusing on. But on the other hand I love how it feels in here with everything up and this is going to be last opportunity in this house. I’m going back and forth on this.

This being a grown up totally sucks.

I’ll never have a fun bathroom like this again.

#FDDA Character

Today’s theme is “create a character.” Create an interesting character and describe him or her? Tell us a little something about your character. Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about the character you created.

Have you ever wondered what a pumpkin might think about his role after being picked at harvest? I chose to write from the pumpkin’s s point of view. His wanting to be part of the celebration of Halloween.

Evolution of the Jack-o-Lantern©

Big or, little each a different one,
Pick me; pick me, I hope
From one to the next, the excited children run.
The unlucky gourds left behind mope.
Yay, I’m the pumpkin a child chose.
I think golly what kind of a face will I be?
So much better than being left for the crows
Will it be happy or scary? I can’t wait to see,
what the children will create with their knife.
Once a simple pumpkin in the field
Now it’s my moment to come to life.
As a jack o lantern, my true glory revealed
as I shine boldly from my special place.
creating the magic of Halloween night.
I am radiant in my chosen state of grace,
happy to have a Jack o Lantern’s exclusive right.

I wrote a poem for my grandchildren. My intent is to publish it as a children’s book . I have some fun sketches drawn to go with the different lines.