#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.

#laughing along with a limerick

Esther’s word today is knit.


that human threw a horrendous fit
it takes patience to learn how to knit
our skill evolves with time
unlike a spinning dime
our project increases with each sit

I’ve tried several times to learn how to knit. She said,” it’s so easy.” Yup, I dropped more stitches and had more tangled messes. My project became a Christmas tree decoration. I left the needles with what I had done then cut the yarn and crocheted the socks instead.

Second attempt was a scarf, with her famous words it’s so easy. Another uneven mess and constantly picking up stitches. I gave her my needles and the yarn. I made her a crocheted hat and she finished my scarf.

I’ll stick to crocheting. That I can do. 🙂


Today’s word is “online.”

Write a post using online. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

I created a found poem for today’s one word challenge. In italics are book titles.

The Title’s Spoke© 

A Gambler’s Anatomy
on the Streets of Laredo
with Wolf Boys and
Black Lives Imagined
Wild in The Streets
with Blood and Sand
 where can we Shelter in Place.

Why did we question those Crazy Years
 or simply Assume Small Great Things
Making  What You Are to Me
 become a Nonconformist
Leaving The Faith
for a Bohemian Grove
No Place Is Home

We believed

If He Writes It, She Will Come
or Make A Mess of It
Strangers in Their Own
The Ghost in The Machine

Maybe Our Soul is
Painted  Black
Pure Adrenaline in Utter Ease
Under The Udala Trees
It Stands Alone
in Denial
We Lived Twice

Real time


Denying we’re part of

The Hating Game


Not as good as Judy’s but I tried. https://judydykstrabrown.com/2020/09/07/naked-truth/



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.

# three thing challenge

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/09/03/three-things-challenge-347/ Your three things today are: post, build, repair.

Imperfectly Perfect©

people post, comment

 all the time that

idealism is mismatched yet

perfectly paired denying

repair won’t hide our

 horrific brutality because

we need it

up close and unsettled to

inspire what we build underneath

what we’ve purposely seduced

to hide our betrayal

from a galaxy far, far, away

we lie to ourselves

with every potent belief

that says every one is equal

in this mismatched yet perfectly paired

world that neither changes

for better or worse

#FOWC Drain

Today’s word is “drain.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Limerick a day, keeps the doctor and my frustration reined in. I hate this block editor. I know I’m not alone, I’ve seen other posts.

Word Press block editor is insane
who needs frustration, it’s such a drain
why, why change the format
I’ll hit you with my bat
misery loves company…and pain

There’s even a song that sums up my frustration, wordpress you could have been the greatest instead you decided to f— with me.

#One Liners and Poetry

“Speak only if it improves upon the silence.”-Gandhi

Ain’t that the truth. I wish more people would heed Gandhi’s advice.

“Any person capable of angering you becomes your master; he can anger you only when you permit yourself to be disturbed by him.” ~ Epictetus

Not GuiltySaid the Moon

The storytellers always place me at the scene
like I am a part of whatever convenes.
I am merely the man on the moon doing my job,
I miss the days when I made your heart throb.

On those sweet grass scented nights, we shared
your love and dreams filled the warm night air.
How quickly those summer night passions disappear
and now you glance at me with caution and fear

A criminal in a court has at least the benefit of doubt
not me I am guilty as soon as the wolf cries out.
When I am the brightest in the sky, crazy things occur
Oh no, did you see the witch and her cat sweep by in a blur?

All kinds of crazy things happen and create a stir
If I did not shine, the mischief would still occur.
Yet, I see it in your eyes that look of distrust
when not too long ago it was a look of lust.

Soon you will see that I was just there
this is the truth, I solemnly swear.
Not everything in a story tellers tale is true
and like everything, subject to review.


Whisper so sweetly
your enchanted words of love
hold them close to us.
like sweet honey on a comb
locking withered dreams away

Tanka is a classic form of Japanese poetry related to the haiku with five unrhymed lines of five, seven, five, seven, and seven syllables. (5, 7, 5, 7, 7)