A Halloween Poem – Written By Mark Egan

Even though there is no Halloween Poem Contest anymore in 2020, I got sent a beautiful Halloween poem that I would like to share with you, with the permission of the author, Mark Egan.


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‘Don’t Go Outside’

                                                            Mark Egan 2020

‘Don’t go outside’, the girl she said

And said twice more, ‘lest we be dead’

She feared a sprite this Hallows Eve

With an endless hunger for souls to feed

To garner strength from lives ashriven

From the essence of the living

‘Don’t leave me here’, the girl she begged

‘Tis a darkling night, one full of dread

A spooky, creepy graysome night

I fear that I might die from fright

And then I’ll pass beyond the veil

Myself a spirit who’ll moan and wail’

‘Don’t make a sound’, the girl did whisper

I feel it’s close, my hearts a jitter

I hear it’s tread, it’s cloven gait

It’s funeral march, it’s wicked hate

It’s gaping maw, it’s jagged teeth

It’s claws and arms, stretched out in reach’

‘I think it’s here’, the girl did say

Her voice a ghost, yet quiet and fae

I smelled her breath sour and sweet

I felt her heart a fearsome beat

‘Don’t go outside’, she once more said

She laughed and lunged, then I was dead.


(The copyright of this poem is with Mark Egan, please respect this poem as his property)

Summer 2020

The sun burns hot, but there’s a breeze

in the yard I can hear the hum of the bees.

The ocean, it never is very far away

the sun is shining, here I want to stay.

**

Temperatures are hot, the air, it sings

We know already what the next day brings

more blue skies, more light and sun

Southern California is home and fun.

**

This summer things are different though

the danger is omnipresent, that we know.

But still, I need the sunshine and the air

I’ll go outside and I take care.

**

The sunsets still are so one-of-a-kind

I have a hard time to get them off my mind.

The colors, the clouds, and the palm trees

swaying in the summer breeze.

**

And even when the times are hard

when we are in crisis and hold up our guard

There’s still the beauty of nature to roam

outside our window, in our hearts, we call it home.

*****

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, July 2020)

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A Small Hunting Friend – A Riddle


I’m gorgeous, and I’m useful, colorful and small

even though my feet are short, I’m still good at brawl.

My main food is insects, small reptiles, mammals, and more

from carrion I keep away, I prefer a wider soar.

**

I’m unusually fast in moving, the wind carries me around

When I hunt, I’m very silent, but when I court, I make my sound.

I’m known to be quite talkative, my cry can be heard from far

to every student of ornithology, I’m a famous star.

**

We are migratory fowl, in fall we are moving South

we spend the winter in Central America where we live in routh.

Back home up north ’till Canada, we return to breed our young

we sing, we dance, and so we court, we all act as sprung.

**

We breed in caves, in old trees, and sometimes we use a nest

but to be honest, we don’t like to build, nestboxes are the best.

There we raise a couple youngsters, sometimes they’re also more

normal it is we have six babies, but rarely only four.

**

I mentioned we are useful to many farmers in the countryside

we hunt vermin, critters, insects on their ground from far and wide.

we protect the crop with what we eat and they love our call

That’s why they love us hunting there, even though we’re only small.

**

From Canada to Texas we are widely known and often seen

we’re not endangered, that is good, and we have never been.

I know it’s hard to guess my identity and that’s the game

That’s why I’ll tell you – American Kestrel – that’s my name.

*****

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, May 2020)


 

Picture courtesy of: https://www.audubon.org/field-guide/bird/american-kestrel

 

Spring 2020

Once again the sun shines brighter

The weather gets warmer, the flowers they smile

there’s light outside and a soft breeze shows

Spring in California definitely has its own style.

**

Geese and ducks keep their endless chatter

Flowers start blooming on the ground and the trees

the air starts filling with honey aroma

carried around by the ‘bumbles’ and bees.

**

The calm wintertime that never gets cold

it comes to an end when new tourists attack

California is growing again

people from far away they’re all gonna be back.

**

To me spring, it means to write in the park

it means sunshine and swimming in a blue pool

it means friends and warmth and smiles

and it means working on an outside stool.

**

Writing is easier when it’s done under the sun

when the sunbeams are warming the very slight breeze

the words are flowing from the pen to the paper

these beautiful spring days – how much I enjoy these.

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, March 2020)

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A Trace Of Danger In The Mountains – A Riddle


I am death on four paws

I have no smell and no race

My food is meat in the raws

I’m not betrayed by a trace.

**

I’m not in danger to go extinct

My color protects me in every case

I solely live on my own instinct

I have a territory, not a personal space.

**

I’m a silent lethal danger,

I’m always hidden and calm

I can’t be discovered by some stranger

when I approach you, say your last psalm.

**

My prey is often bigger than me

but I’m smart and I’m strong

Your size it can’t save you, you’d see

don’t believe to outrun me, you are dead wrong.

**

I do exist from Canada in the North

through the Americans all the way

in the Andes in the south and so forth

where I am I always find my prey.

**

I’m gorgeous and secret I sneak on silent sole,

respect me, I’m hidden and I don’t feel shame

I’m not by many names, but I’m no evil soul

Call me Moutain Lion, Puma or Cougar – and it is my name.

*****

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, February 2020)

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A Strong F(r)iend – A Riddle

 


I have four legs but I got no tail

I’m strong and square, not a bit frail.

I got huge, I mean, enormous paws

and no nails I got – no, I got claws!

**

Even though I walk on four

I can also stand on two – no more.

It’s always good for showing off

I look even worse, and hard and tough!

**

I’m a loner, no herd, no pack

I can sleep on my stomach and on my back

I’m a hunter, but still I’m omnivore

I can mutter, grummle, hum and roar.

**

There are many sorts of our kind

We all are dangerous, of the same mind.

We might look cuddly, that is said

but don’t trust us for a second, or you’ll be dead.

**

Science has proven, after lots of to probe

You can find us all over the round globe

From far South American to all up North

where I’m roaming back and forth.

**

We show up in different size

in many colors also quite disguise.

Brown and black, with spectacles and white hair

Yes, you’re right – I am the bear!

*****

(Copyright, Aurora Jean Alexander, December 2019)

A Little Sleepy Fella – A Riddle

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I’m fast and tiny, undisputed

seems in Europe am I rooted.

But now I exist ‘cross half the Earth

where I sleep I feed and I give birth.

**

Twice a year I have a litter

of four to six the same ol’ critter.

I live in nature, cute and free

Don’t hold me as pet, no good for me.

**

I live in families most of the time

I hunt on the ground, but I can climb!

We’re many sorts and some extinct

small ones big ones in all tinct.

**

I’m a rodent, cute as hell

a delicacy to old Romains, I can tell.

I’m omnivorous, I run and cheep

but six month of a year I spend in sleep.

**

I am fast, I need no spur

my tail is covered all in fur.

Living out in nature, I don’t like no house

I’m hard to guess – I’m a dormouse.

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, October 2017)

 

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A dormouse is a rodent, but not a mouse. They mainly live in Europe and Africa, but lately had been discovered in Asia too. Dormice are omnivorous and a favorite prey for owls.

Family Bonds – A Riddle

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There is a bond of blood holding on to them

That forms this group just from the stem.

The parents usually are the center

No “in between” and no chance to enter.

**

The kids are completing the group around

Together with partners they have found.

Teenagers leave after a while

Form their own group. just this style.

**

They play, they sleep, they hunt and kill

Everyone adds his own skill.

They protect their kin, as it should be

Living in any family!

**

No matter how fun this might all sound

Wherever they are and can be found.

To their blood bond you are a stranger

And on their ground to you they’re danger!

**

They’ve been on this Earth are spirit guides

Revered, respected on many sides.

Nature agrees with them and goes hand in hand

Through sunlight and through shadow land.

**

Anchestor’s know he was here before

Then he was killed for fun, fur and more.

Now he returns, no need to reap

We need to watch and need to keep.

**

A bond he forms to our spirit soul

Helps us and nature become whole.

He’s not evil, he’s not bad!

No reason to shoot or just go mad.

**

Protect his wisdom, protect his kind

Don’t close your eyes and just go blind.

Don’t slaughter, keep from killing, don’t engulf

Our spirit, the wilderness’ Great Grey Wolf!

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, August 2016)

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An Often Overlooked Little Buddy – A Riddle

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*****

He’s an unremarkable little friend,

In his habitat the perfect blend.

He can’t sing or dance and is no star,

He loves to eat, to fly and also spar.

**

He camouflashes perfectly well

With his surroundings, let me tell.

And still, there’s something very cute

about him, he’s a hoot.

**

He exists in all color ranges

Grey and black and brown, it changes!

He eats insects but mostly does he seeds

He’s funny and busy when he feeds.

**

Hundreds of species of all his kind

populate the Earth – and I don’t mind.

He’s useful and I don’t understand

why from many backyards he is banned.

**

He hops where others proudly walk

He complains where others discretely talk.

He’s got two legs, a beak and a pair of wings

He’s tiny, but the air his in all seasons, particular springs.

**

He uses nests and houses to feed his brood

He’s loud, annoying and sometimes rude.

He stays in trees, his spots are narrow,

You might have guessed: It is the sparrow!

*****

(Copyright, June 2016, Aurora Jean Alexander)

Picture courtesy of: http://birdsofbritain.co.uk/bird-guide/house-sparrow.asp
Picture courtesy of: http://birdsofbritain.co.uk/bird-guide/house-sparrow.asp