A Fierce Cold Predator – A Riddle

 

You will find me in the mountains

where the air eventually clinks of cold

seeing me means fear and danger

a slinky predator, hungry and bold.

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I might not be huge, but still I’m lethal

you can’t outrun me, fleeing isn’t wise

no matter how fast you think you will be

only to try means to simply fantasize.

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I’m adjusted well to the mountain’s climate

you won’t see me until it’s much too late

don’t make yourself one of my victims

or you might early see the pearly gate.

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My nose is wide to warm the air I breathe

my fur is thick to protect me from the cold

my paws are wide and furry to not sink in

to keep me on a snow blanket and have a better hold.

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We are an endangered species,

you will find most of us in Asia,

from North down to the South

from Russia, to Tibet, to India, until Malaysia.

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Thanks to human help and support

there are more of us than the past ten years.

Slowly we might be helped by humans

which calms us and lessens our fears.

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To help you guess, I might also tell you

that my ears are round, my eyes green or gray

my ears are round, my belly whitish,

I was called beautiful, and it’s true I must say.

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I’m muscular, lean, fast and leonine,

a predator of ibex, goat and also lamb.

Due to atopy of vodal cords I cannot roar

Yes, the Snow Leopard, that’s what I am.

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(Aurora Jean Alexander, Copyright, December 2018)

 

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Hiding & Hibernation – A Riddle

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I’m cute and cuddly, without any fail

four legs, two ears and a useful tail.

I’m moving quite fast with barely a break

searching for food from seeds to a cake.

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My nose it is constantly sniffing for something to eat

my feet never stand still, not on tree nor on street.

There are many of us in different sorts

we love playing, complaining and even play sports.

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In autumn we’re eating, preparing to sleep

some food we do bury, sometimes too deep.

Even though we go sleeping when winters are cold

we are homeotherms, truth to be told.

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Several homeotherms often share a cave or a den

we never sleep through winter, have to get up and then

trying to search the food in the ground

but sometimes we hid it too well, it was never found.

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Up to two times a year our babies are born

we take care of them together, as it was sworn.

They come into this world, naked and blind

their fur non-existent, their paws intertwined.

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We eat almost everything, hungry we are

for food we are running, not close but quite far.

up a tree and across fields, sometimes it needs guts

but the food we love most, are definitely nuts.

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As cute as we are, please, don’t catch us in nets

we are wild animals and don’t make good pets!

I guess you know what we are and you’re not to blame

Let me introduce myself: Squirrel my name.

*****

(Aurora Jean Alexander, Copyright December 2018)

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From Fall To Winter

It’s gray outside, and once again

the world turns cold with fog and rain.

No more golden colors of the fall

the season ends, once and for all.

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Not long ago the grass was green

the early fall our eyes have seen;

now, brown and flat on ground it lies

There is no doubt, our nature dies.

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Rain pours down, the sky is gray

it’s dark outside, even during day.

Evenings are cold, no time to jog

the days start slow with thick white fog.

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The trees are bald, the leaves are gone

they’re dead and wet on our lawn.

It seems the time for wet and cold

for rain and frost, for death and mold.

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The year ends soon, it’s Christmas time

we should all laugh and sing and rhyme.

Nature has made its own pace slow

we all just hope for Christmas snow.

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And still, this late fall time in every year

is a sign of rest and sleep, and not of fear!

It’s Nature’s way of winter break

get ready for spring and anew awake.

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(Aurora Jean Alexander, Copyright December 2018)

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Picture courtesy of: https://www.mutualart.com/Artwork/Late-Fall-Landscape/66D4B112B9600F4D 

 

 

Thanksgiving Poem By Larry Sells

Larry Sells, one of the participants in this year’s Halloween Poem contest, has provided us with a wonderful Thanksgiving poem. I decided to publish it here on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ as a guest post. Thank you very much, Larry.

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Family Gathering
Food on the table.
Words of love enter hearts.
Hugs give support.
Tears of joy are wiped
off with love. Families
grow and get smaller.
Love becomes a tradition.
Love is more important
than what’s on the table.
The hugs, kisses, warm people’s
hearts and souls. Gratitude gets shared.
Peace joins us all; one person at a time.

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Connect with Larry Sells:

http://www.larrysells1960.com/

4th Halloween Poem Contest – And The Winners Are…

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The jury has decided!

Today I’m writing representing the Jury of the 4th Halloween Poem Contest 2018.

The winners of the contest are:

Collen M. Chesebro with “Samhain’s Song – Etheree, Double Etheree, Etheree”
Billy Campbell with “Happy Halloween”
M. A. Cortez with “The Curse Of Night”

(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.

E-Books-set of “A Father’s Protection” and “An Elf, A Dragon And a God’s Intervention“, written by K. M. Jenkins
E-book of “Angelic Confessions” written by Jan Marie
E-books-set of “Journey to Aviad” and “Ancient Voices: Into The Depths” written by Allison D. Reid

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, K. M. Jenkins and Jan Marie for their jury work and offering one of their books to the winners – and of course to Allison D. Reid who offered her books to pick from as well. I appreciate your help and support!

4th Halloween Poem Contest – 6th And 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 expressed 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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All Hallows Eve – By Bobby Fairfield

From beneath the earth a sound appears.
like the sound of finger’s frantic movement,
confined under the ground for countless years
rest the souls of those in endless torment.
On one special day on the midnight chime
their spirits are released from death’s dark hold
they may rise again for one last time
and wreak their vengeance on all they behold.
The putrid bodies stripped of flesh and hair
their bones bleached white by cold, dank soil
as they lie shrouded in wood coffins bare
trailing mildewed ribbons of skin like oil.
For just one night their souls are free
then condemned to rest for eternity

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THE CURSE OF NIGHT – By M.A. Cortez

Upstairs while my family slept
I left my room alone
Down the creaky stairs I crept
facing the unknown

Terror hugged my narrow neck
Then from the dark I feared
two red eyes, And from a speck
A vampire appeared

“Midnight hour is my divine
so heed these words I say
Disobey and you’ll be mine
before the light of day

Go now out this cursed night
and find for me a friend
Do it now and do it right
or it will be your end”

Quietly I slipped away
A thirst for blood seduced
Would I live to see the day
mortality reduced?

Moon’s glow lit my lonely path
on this All Hallows Eve
Dare I chance my master’s wrath
or would I find reprieve?

Hungrily I searched the town
but found the world asleep
On my return, he took me down
Down
Down
To my forever sleep.

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“FANGS” – By Larry Sells

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This Halloween Poem is published on behalf of Larry sells and is not part of the Halloween Poem Contest, since Larry has already participated with another poem. But I like it very much and couldn’t resist to publish it with Larry’s permission. (Please be kind and respect Larry’s copyright!)

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FANGS

The wind bites flesh with invisible fangs.
Blood flows making vampires hungry. They
Swope on their human prey sinking their
long fangs into their bare throats. Adults
and children scream their fear as they die
on the streets and sidewalks. The werewolves
won’t be denied, for they smell the blood flowing
from the victims onto the ground. A multitude
of howls fills the night announcing the arrival
of the werewolves. The crunching of bones
and the sounds of lapping of blood
from the streets, sidewalks, and grounds spread fear
among the people who were handing out candy
away from the doors and windows. They called the police
and watch their heroes eaten before their eyes. Blood soaked
torn uniforms littered the streets. Tears fill candy bowls
as hope dissolves as vampires and werewolves enter homes
to quench their growing appetite. Then, the moon turns
the color of silver announcing the end of the slaughter.
A black hole opens taking all of the werewolves and vampires.
The bodies turn to ashes and the wind blows them away.

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Thank you very much to the poet, Larry Sells.