The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

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Christmas time, starting the last month of the year

we should think of loved ones, close to us and dear.

We’re supposed to be reflecting our life and heart

and should be planning to be together rather than apart.

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We should be thinking of what time of the year we’re in

how we acted and behaved, what kind of person we have been.

We should be thinking of the ones who don’t have what we all do

should be trying to support and be helpful, honest and true.

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And still we don’t, we’re stressing over things like a gift

everything needs to be done, fast and quick and swift.

But isn’t time more precious to the ones we love?

More important is, that’s what I think, a prayer to above.

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What is the day we celebrate December twenty-fifth,

The birth of a man who truly lived and still ain’t  more than myth.

It seems we keep forgetting the bells that day will chime

the end of this wonderful, divine and reflective time.

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It’s Christmas time, smiles and laughter, a good word, a song

should be in our heart, in our soul soft and still strong.

Enjoy the time, reflect your thoughts on that what’s real and true

inside yourself, be the best you are and you can be, simply, just be you.

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(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, December 2017)

 

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“Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won’t make it ‘white’.”
— Bing Crosby —

 

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Happy Thanksgiving 2017

Once again, it’s Thanksgiving, November 23, 2017, a day to be grateful for many things, probably too many to count. But I’ll try it anyway:

 

What I’m thankful for today:

My health, a bit in my bank account, the bestestest sister on Earth, Good Friends, my Californian Mom, my Freedom, , the chance to travel, my kitties and the opportunity to have them…

A roof over my head, a bed to sleep in, food on the table and coffee in the morning…

My ability to think, to learn from mistakes, my education, having a home, the talent to write, my humor, my safety, the chance to expand my life and move…

My car, sunshine, birds, clean water, my cell phone, books, the chance to go to the doctor when needed, holidays, time, work, entertainment, warm clothes, music…

Flowers, rainbows and tears, snow, all my working senses (yes, including the common sense), my mind, my memory…

Hugs, touches and the sensitivity to cry…

… and of course: life.

 

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I am very grateful for having you, followers, friends and readers of my blog, to make my writing adventure such a wonderful one! Thank you for visiting ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ regularly. Thank you for commenting, for liking, for following and for sharing this path with me!

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3rd Halloween Poem Contest – And The Winners Are…

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The jury has decided!

Today I’m writing representing the Jury of the 3rd Halloween Poem Contest 2017.

The winners of the contest are:

Chris Graham with “The first Halloween”
Martha Sullivan with “Bless wise old women”
Eva D. R. Force with “Halloween Offerings”

(The winners are listed in order of their submissions)

Thank you so much for your amazing poems, winners! You will get an email today.

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Our three winners of the contest can choose one of the offered e-books.

 

  1. E-Book of either “Three For All” OR “Four One Night” written by Kitt Crescendo
  2. E-book of either one of the three “My Gentle War,“ “The Catalyst,“ OR “Where Angels And Devils Tread,“ written by Joy Lennick
  3. E-book of “The Dark Side Of A Promise,“ written by Allan F. Hudson

 

CONGRATULATIONS!

 

It was a difficult decision for the jury. But we had a lot of fun and wanted to thank all poets for their wonderful poems.

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Thank you, Kitt Crescendo and Joy Lennick for their jury work and offering one of their books to the winners – and of course to Allan F. Hudson who offered his book to pick from as well. I appreciate your help and support!

 

The Joy And Burden Of Traveling

I’m back… I know, besides the submitted poems on the Halloween contest, you haven’t heard from me much during the past couple weeks. I have been traveling. My stay in California was a dream come true, once again! Everything went smoothly and as planned. I met friends, writers, nice people, a cute cop I’ve never seen before and had a few meetings. And of course I was writing – and writing – and writing!

The trip to my destination and back this time was a dream too – but more a nightmare.

 

Booking my flight on my miles:

For years now I am collecting miles with two different airlines: American Airlines and United. So far so good.

Now: Airlines don’t like it too much when you don’t upgrade your miles but use them demanding a full round trip. Usually, outside vacation time (summer and holidays), there’s barely more than one seat available for people who don’t want to pay their trip (like me). That means in clear words: You cannot pick your trip and the flights – you have to grab what they offer.

This time to me this meant: changing the plane twice on my way to California, running like an Olympic sprinter through JFK and enjoying a layover on the way back. What an adventure! In particular when you see four different airports on one trip, and you’re treated like a terrorist on two of them.

 

Security:

Before I boarded the first plane, I was taken out, almost secretly, by a security guard at the gate. They hid me behind a few privacy shields and started to ‘take apart’ my purse and carry on. I usually don’t pack a full mini-suitcase as a carry-on. After all, I’m traveling to a place where I can buy what I need in case my suitcase gets lost. But I got a few necessary things with me. They opened it all up, removed things, stuffed them back in and scanned everything with some device that is supposed to display traces of explosives.

I wasn’t particularly scared since I don’t keep explosives in my fridge on a regular basis… (and yes, this does sound a bit sarcastic). From what I hear one can mix vinegar and baking powder, and it explodes… but let’s be serious here: This is a security step I accept, understand and serves my safety as much as everyone else’s on this plane.

Just when they called some woman who brushed my hair with gloved hands, I got slight problems. I have an aversion to being touched by someone I don’t know. I accept it is somewhat necessary at times, but this was not one of them. Well, after that I was ready for boarding.

The first flight was okay, so was the second. Okay – but not more. But I’ll get to that later since it has to do with the state of the aircrafts itself.

After that second flight, I was sitting and walking around for a bit. Then the airline employees started the boarding. I was in one of the two last groups to board when the boarding pass I held alarmed… They took me out and shoved me towards the security gate where they ran the next ‘terrorist’ scan… As I said, usually I don’t mind. It’s for every traveler’s benefit – what stressed me out was the freaking lousy timing!! We are talking about a full scan of me and my bags, barely 10 minutes before the door closed, even though I had been waiting for over 2 hours at the gate before!

I’m normally a quite cool headed person and not easy to annoy or stress… but this time it hit me. I had been planning this trip for months, and now I was about to miss my flight, even though I had done everything right.

The security personnel was nice and hurried up; an airline employee waited with my boarding pass, and we all were in a rush. At the end, of course, it was clear I wasn’t carrying any explosives and never had, and we ran back to the gate. About thirty steps away from the door I started hyperventilating… they, in fact, had waited… the employees were talking like crazy by radio and when they saw I was about to collapse they ran towards us… one grabbed my bags, the other two half shoved and half carried me towards the plane. By the time I stumbled through the door two third of the plane could hear my rattling breath and I felt dizzy – and pissed.

I have to say I was treated nicely during the flight and finally calmed down again… I was on my way to California. Still, a terrorist scan on me – twice?? I secretly eyed the other passengers during the flight – and there were a few I would have considered by far more suspicious than me! Random – my ass.

 

Trip back:

I normally pack very deliberately. But this time I figure my common sense was already on vacation. I forgot, on the way back it would be quite cold in NY, which I felt. I was freezing my butt off. A layover at JFK is a slight adventure – but arriving at Midnight has its advantages. I never saw JFK this dead. I suspected they had the airport closed down. But of course, it was only my impression. I was picked up by the shuttle, taken to the hotel and the next day taken back to the airport. All was fine.

Except for one thing:

American Airlines has spent a hell lot of money to re-paint their old ‘shakers’ but forgot that it would make more sense to buy a few new planes for their fleet. Hell, I sat in the same planes I flew already over 25 years ago. None of the planes had a personal entertainment system in their seats. The carpets in the plane are old and stale, their seats are worn out and uncomfortable, their leg room barely enough for a twelve-year-old kid… everything is shabby, and even though the flight attendants do whatever they can to keep the plane clean, they can’t do magic.

I worked during the flight and wasn’t doing well… I still appreciate very much how two flight attendants realized the emotional state I was in and took very good and considerate care of me! Thank you for that. But this doesn’t make the airplane more comfortable.

I have to say, in all these years, American Airline very rarely has messed up with their service onboard. Kudos for that! In one thing American Airlines was doing okay: They had Onboard Internet, too bad they hadn’t found out yet how to keep it up. It disconnected in almost perfect regularity. Maybe in newer aircrafts, this would improve?

The flight was half empty, and I had two seats to myself. (means, in this case, two uncomfortable seats I could choose from) – but I also had two flight attendants who did more than was probably in their job description!

Despite the terrorist scans and the lousy time management I very much enjoyed my stay in California! Will I use my miles again to book a full round trip? – YOU BET! 😀

 

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3rd Halloween Poem Contest – Last Group Of Submitted Poems —

 

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Please respect each authors’ and poets’ copyright. The rights remain with the writers. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from each of the poems author’s is strictly prohibited and violates copyright laws in the country you are reading this work in as well as in the country you are trying to re-publish this work in. – Aurora Jean Alexander

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Halloween Offerings by Eva D.R.Force

The templates we walk carve our
path in the stone…Polished and smooth
From the rubble of bones

We remember the ghosts
being tossed from their thrones
Hurled in the truncated
Pits of Livation

.The lamplight
….grows dim
Even darkening our stations
I remember the devil with his
Opposing negations

Offering a sweet candy
Poisoned temptation
To mark us bewitched
With his evil predation

Offerings of tempest
The lamp lights grow dim
Calling us out .. all ye
Hallowed night souls
To join in his feast
Of hellish repose

In his seasonal flight
He’s a bat on the wing
With a hanging mans noose
And a grim reapers sting

Now we’ve come full circle
From the pivotal split
Two halves merge as one
The new moon’s sacrament

Devoid of the rift ….
Devoid of the grave..
Devoid of the pit…
Ghost and Goblins parade

As we bond full circle
The pendulum shifts
The passing eclipse.
The ritual at dusk

The trimming of wicks
The tending of oils
The lamplighter musk
The roasting and burning
Of leftover spoils

What the tidal wave brings
In tonight ……Cauldrons boil

All Hallowed , this night
Upon temptuous shores

Stay by the watch
And beware
Lock your doors.

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Vacant Stare by Eric Daniel Clarke

Weather warm a rare blue sky

Indian summer car radio said

No hurry well a bit maybe

Lane not one he often used

Narrow quite bendy too

Passing places a squeeze through

Strange no cars seen either way

Probably it was just his day

All clear it seemed ahead

Rear view mirror given a check

Eyes front swerved right then left

An old lady from nowhere there

He’d swear she’d just appeared

No movement just a vacant stare

Grey clad from head to foot

Of this age no way that look

Drove on his head turned back

No sign gone as quick as that

Cold sweat his heart beat fast

Foot to pedal scared disturbed

Got to where he needed to be

Picked up just what he had to

Went home a different route

Behind door a sigh he breathed

That week the local paper lead

Ghost of Cock Lane seen again

Old men rubbed their chins

Recalled stories of lives taken

Up to then it had been five

Sixth year one each decade

Found at home last day October

Staring cold breathing no longer

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Adam by Lisa Reynolds
Adam left Starbucks,
skeleton outfit in a plastic bag,
met his older brother Glen
like always.
“I literally can’t wait
for this fancy dress tonight.
Jason Miller will be there.”
He winked to Glen that
tonight was the night he would
finally win Jason’s heart
even as a skeleton.
Adam seen
Glen rush by on the other
side of the road,
“Running late to meet my brother”,
he heard him explain to
an old woman and her dog.
Before he knew it,
a hand was over his mouth and
he was dragged down a dark alley
never to be seen again.

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This is the last group of submissions.

We have seen so many wonderful, scary, amazing and spooky Halloween-themed poems. Thank you all for participating.

The jury will go to work soon and find the three winners. 

Thank you a for your patience!

 A. J. Alexander

3rd Halloween Poem Contest – 5th Group Of Submitted Poems —

 

 

 

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Bless Wise Old Women by Martha Sullivan
Women, it’s true, had a gift so rare
for healing with herbs and plants and flare.
Folks would visit deep in the wood
where molds and mushrooms and gardens stood.
Some women were toothless, with humps on their backs,
aged and experienced; not useless, not lax.
They were trusted and honored by women and men,
who were healed by concoctions again and again.
But something did happen, the papacy stewed:
“Paying attention to women is nothing but rude.
All eyes to the Latin, all eyes here to Rome,
all eyes to the papal reach, wherever you call home.”
The pope did order, with a stroke of his pen,
in 1320 to banish herb-knowing women.
“Going forward it is listed, heresy is witchcraft,
a religion that is evil.   Those women are daft.”
“We must persecute them, devil worship they do,
and practice black magic, using poisons – it’s true!”
“Send out my Inquisitors to capture the hags,
and drowned those old women in rock-laden bags.”
“If they sink, they are innocent; if they rise up they are not.
But use rocks of the heaviest, damn those who we’ve got.”
So began “The Great Persecution” at a feverish pitch.
Not a single hag left – not a single old witch.
But in the recess of memory these women remain,
and yearly their honored though forgotten by name.
With a conical hat and a cape that is black,
joyful children renounce the papacy’s hack.
So bless wise, old, women, whose knowledge did heal.
Let’s honor those witches whose bodies did squeal,
with pain and horror at the hands of the few,
whose hatred of women they did viciously spew.

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On the Thirty First by Pamela S. Wight

Dark is night, night is just right

As I set my broom aside

with a thought so candle bright

My glowing eyes I can’t hide.

On the date of this fall month

I’m allowed to be my self

even eating my best lunch –

can of worm warts on the shelf.

But maybe I’ll surprise them

My witch cousins and witch friend

I’ll knock on doors because I can

Pretend to be a small human.

I’ll forget my nightly haunts

For this one special fun time

Neglect my night’s sky-filled jaunts

Instead listen for door chimes.

I’ll dress up like a robot

Or maybe a movie star

Collect yummy candy – lots

Walking sidewalks near and far.

Tonight I am not a witch

I switch roles and use my feet

hoping for no surprise glitch

as trick or treaters I meet.

I hide my twelve toes with shoes

Third eye is under a hat

My high shrill voice yells Boo BOO

Kids scream and so does a cat.

My bun of black hair escapes

And my pointy ears pop out

WITCH! someone yells with fear, hate

Suddenly I’m full of doubt

Guess I can’t be who I’m not

Not tied to the ground like them

I laugh and sprint past the tot

Glad I can fly like a wren.

“Boomer!” I yell and she flies

To my hands, my pal, my broom

I screech and scream out “good bye!”

As we fly toward the full moon.

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IT’S ALIVE by Susanne Leist

 

I wake from a deep sleep.

The pounding of my heart

Cuts through the stillness.

A sound hits my ears.

A creak that does not belong.

I am not alone.

I peek across the room.

To a shelf up high.

A puppet sits there.

Eyes glowing in the darkness.

Lifelike in its wooden body.

Evil in its demonic grin.

Then it speaks.

In a deep voice.

“Time to play,” it says.

I run to the door.

No!

It’s standing before me

In the hallway.

Arms reaching for me,

A gleam in its black eyes.

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

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Three little witches by Emily F. Seirup

 

The Sisters of The Light

Kindered souls burning bright,

with laughter and delight

and youthful grins and cheeping chirps,

nimble fingers and baby toesies,

the cutest baby burps

and the sweetest button noseies.

“Haiiiah, ay ya, ay ya, namma amma mamma”,

the little one did sing,

“Ayala, which sandwiches did you bring?”

Ayala, the oldest so calm so wise

for only eleven,

said “I brought turkey, and seven.

They’re little finger sandwiches

all three of us can share”,

as she pushed back her long blonde hair.

“What did the angels say

when you talked to the turkey my sister,

was she a she or was he a mister?”

“Halaya he was a happy little turkey

in love with a goat,

of all the silly things the turkey could dote,

he loved his life and had plenty of friends,

a beautiful bird who met his fate

at this glorious end,

to feed us and nourish us Sisters us three,

for fate has chosen our webs hand in hand,

a happy at last I’d agree!”

“Did he laugh at the goat

and have good food to eat,

because it’s important to us

when we choose our meat,

as Mommy always says, the future depends,

on healing through bonds

that love always mends,

for with love and with light

we accept each other in unity alright.”

“That’s right Taokoya, we’re here to heal,

to come together in life and love at every meal.”

“Aayyyaa, Ayala Ayala”, Halaya squealed

as they rounded the bend before the field,

“and the fruit, their records of yield unsealed?

The fruit She grows so high and mighty

from our Mother Aphrodite,

the sun the light encased so bright

and packed so tight

in fruit that bursts my bubbles

in flavor with sugars that shines in doubles

and rainbows galore,

I could eat fruit forever more and never bore.”

“The angels cry for you

Sweet Halaya sister so dear”,

Taokoya said as the field was near,

“at forests end we can’t pretend

that our food doesn’t count

so much for what to we amount

as we prepared our lunch

and our somethings to munch

for this amazing brunch,

we thank the heavens for all we have received,

as we give and are grateful to be relieved

by the universe so grand so divinely vast,

we thank the future and forgive the past

for whatever happened last,

to move on and unite in harmony and peace,

for these bodies, this lifetime,

this being is on lease.”

A moment of silence between the three witches,

as they thank the universe

for their own personal niches,

they seek out their spot for their picnic

while skipping and laughing all the way,

these wise little witches who have learned

the calm but love to run jump and play!

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‘Bout Hallow’s Eve by P.J. Enzman

 

Who? Who? Who?

The owl calls for you.

As shadows creep and flowers weep,

The frost crawls on the morning dew.

 

BOO BOO BOO

The ghost calls for you!

The doors creak and hauntings seep

Into graveyards, through and through…

 

Eek! Eek! Eek!

The trees are gray and bleak.

The bats have flown and crows condone

The Trick-or-Treat stuck in their beaks!

 

Shriek, shriek, shriek!

The witches spells are tweaked.

Beware the sight of dark at night,

And witch’s crafty sneak.

 

Moan…Moan…Moan…

Remember you’re not alone.

Ghouls and zombies lurking-

Hear their dire tone.

 

Groan, groan, groan…

It chills you to the bone.

The leave are falling and winter’s calling,

to the grave or depths unknown.

 

Shout! Shout! Shout!

Make sure there is not doubt!

Your costume shows you’re not afraid,

You know what Halloween’s about!

 

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This is the fifth group of submissions. In the meantime there won’t be any more poems accepted. The jury will decide on the winners soon. Thank you for your patience.
A. J. Alexander

3rd Halloween Poem Contest – Hurry up! 1 Day Left!

 

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Deadline for the contest is

October 31, 2017 – 9 pm Central Standard Time

Hurry up!

 

Every author and poet are invited to participate and deliver a “Halloween-Poem” to my email address:

aurorajean.alexander@aol.com

together with their picture and a link to their website, a social media account or blog

1. Your poem needs a Halloween theme.
2. Your poem needs a minimum of 99 words.
3. Your poem has to be delivered to my email address until Halloween, October 31, 2015, 9 pm Central Standard Time.
4. Please avoid violence, bad language, and sexual content within the poems. It would be disqualified.

 

Thank you very much for participating and make it very hard for the jury to decide on the winners!