It’s that time of year again

the ghosts are a booing

the witches are brewing

the mommies are excited

the kids are awaiting the Halloween fright

ghouls are found hanging from trees all around

tombstones stand guard on front yards everywhere

candles are burning and pumpkins alive

tis’ a full moon tonight monsters coming to life

there is fright everywhere all in the air

spiders are crawling

making hairs stand on end

goosebumps arise on my skin from eerie sights

haunted houses screech sounds coming from where?

Black cats are a hissing, gonna cross your path

candy sits piled in baskets by the door

children eagerly await knocking

waiting hungrily just to say

Happy Halloween and TRICK or TREAT!

Have You Ever

Have you ever had someone in your life you’d die for

forever trying to make him keep smiling

Have you ever spent hours on the telephone

the endless conversation, dreading the dial tone

Have you breathed him in the morning when he wakes up

his scent your day's inspiration from the start

Have you pictured his dreams in your evening sleep

You hope this means he’s the one you’ll keep

Have you spent sleepless nights due to yesterdays' fights

When he arrives you lose your fright

Have you turned around and both fallen to the ground

You're happy, ecstatic your love knows no bounds

Have you had your day started in bad moods for hands you have parted

When he returns your heart goes pitter-patter

Have you sped away for he screwed up your day

By midday he calls to say I’m sorry

Have you made love insanely after a bad fight

Apologize he does through the rest of the night

Have you cried just to hold him but never told him

You weep as he turns and you've finally showed him

Have your friends wished this relationship they had

You can only wish that they will, for them you feel sad

Were you able to keep this love so deep

Without losing your life or the ground underneath

If all of these you have experienced then in love you have been

And if this love you kept I salute you my friend

Yesteryears

Still the yesteryears remain in my heart

as if time stood still I can breath the air

we are children again giggling with joy

up and down the street we haven’t a care

its barely dusk and not a threat in sight

the street light aglow on the corner as we run back and forth

we play peek a boo just one more time

hoping our parents don’t remember

school tomorrow time to jump in the tub

the many sleepovers

little whispers in the dark

sleeping bags in the living room

time slowly slips by

tag your it and we scatter like bugs

swimming in the pool

splashes of carefree delights

the childhood memories we share

going to school

riding the merry-go-round in the mall

dance lessons together

hiding shoes in the sand

ice creams in p.j.s

growing up down the street

looking at our faces

as together we stand

the tickles of yesteryears memories come flooding back

A Writer's Life a Poet's Verse

I am not a scholared writer

Nor am I a well versed poet

An English doctorate hangs not on my wall

Nor a major degree from a prominent school

I am but an element of past and present

A girl turned woman, a boy turned man

Living life through blank books

Writing literature of unsatisfied beings

Filling empty pages full of lives past loves and hates

My blood, the ink refilling calligraphy pens

Bitter tears spilling onto journals leaving letters of words for pens to trace

The writing on sheets, therapy for wounded hearts

Who I am you can find sitting on library shelves

Desperate fears like metaphors hidden between lines

Dreams on paper coming to life

Giving our minds room to feel and survive, all memories gone whether yours or mine

I am the tears we cry deep inside

The pleasures of hearts which guide sunny days

Smiles on childrens’ faces, the laughter of joy

The everyday life of misery we hide

Words coursing through veins of disappointments & regrets

This is the essence of a writer's words

Lyrics which make us cry or laugh loud and bright

The presence of lives existence forms a poet's verse

Life lived through this body and seen through these eyes

Faceless people, nameless souls

Creating the words for this writer to take flight