I am aware that I have missed the majority of the last week. November is always a hard time for me. I end up sick more often than not. Chronic Bronchitis doesn’t seem to let me do everything that I want to do. Between that and the stress of moving my youngest child into their own house… and then the election…I just went out of commission. I am behind on my work, have not written anything in a week and am barely back to being alive. I am trying to get my work caught up – because I have authors depending on me. I’m sorry for the delay in my own writing. I plan on going back and trying to do the poetry for the missed days, whether I end up getting them up here or not. I am going to try to start posting again. This will be a little bit of effort on my part as my desk is still covered by things that I have been neglecting.
So, I had decided to take the publishing Demystified and turn it into a book. I didn’t think it past the idea that I could do it in a book. I didn’t think about what it would do to my blog. I am going to be thinking about it through the month of November. Any suggestions you have might give me something to think about.
I will be posting at least twice a day because of the 2 P.A.D. challenges throughout November and I will not be posting my normal posts during that time.
I am not sure which way I will be doing for the poetry yet. I may be doing a bit of both. After all one will make my Instagram active too.
They’re creepy and they’re kooky Mysterious and spooky They’re all together ooky The Addams family Their house is a museum When people come to see ’em They really are a screaming The Addams family Neat Sweet Petite So, put a witch’s shawl on A broomstick you can crawl on We’re gonna play a call on The Addams family They’re creepy and they’re kooky Mysterious and spooky They’re all together ooky The Addams family Strange Deranged The Addams family
My 2 cents –
Continuing the theme …Fun & Spooky. And I have to admit ending on a high note imho.
I love what I do. I love the results of my work. I just have had a lot more on my plate lately than I expected. I had a friend recently reach out and ask how I was doing…and it caught me off guard. I was touched by the idea that she would even ask. I think I forget that I might matter sometimes.
Superstition, fear, and jealousy Dead I am the one, exterminating son Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry While they slowly turn, conquering the worm Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat Tender is the fur, dying as you purr Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Do it baby, do it baby Do it baby, do it baby Burn like an animal Dead I am the life, dig into the skin Knuckle crack the bone, twenty-one to win Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry Devil on your back, I can never die Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Do it baby, do it baby Do it baby, do it baby Burn like an animal Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula
Alright, everybody sit down, quiet down, listen up I brought you all here to recite the annual obituaries Like every year we start with A and end with Z Alright, is the band ready? Ready Alright, hit it Boyles One, and a two
A is for Amber who drowned in a pool B is for Billy who was eaten by ghouls C is for Curt with disease in the brain D is for Daniel derailed on a train E is for Eric who is buried alive F is for Frank who was stabbed through the eye G is for Greg who died in the womb H is for Heather who was sealed in a tomb
One by one we bite the dust Kick the bucket and begin to rust Give up the ghost when your number’s up We all fall down
Ashes to ashes, bones to paste You wither away in your resting place Eternity in a wooden case We all fall down
I is for Isaac who lost his front brakes J is for Johnny, was bitten by snakes K is for Kimmy who was shot in the head L is for Larry who bled and bled M is for Marie who was burned to a crisp N is for Nick who was pummeled by fists O is for Olive who lived life too fast P is for Pat who swallowed some glass
One by one we bite the dust Kick the bucket and begin to rust Give up the ghost when your number’s up We all fall down
Ashes to ashes, bones to paste You wither away in your resting place Eternity in a wooden case We all fall down
Q is for Quentin who took the wrong trail R is for Raina who rotted in jail S is for Stevie who was shot by a bow T is for Tory who froze in the snow U is for Urich who was trampled by hooves V is for Vanessa who fell off a roof W is for Will who was hit by a car X is for Xavier who sunk in the tar Y is Yessy who fell from a plane Z is for Zack who simply went Insane
My youngest child is in the process of moving into their own house. I am so torn. They are 20 and ready to do this but I worry about it. Add in the fact that I have had a child to worry about since I was 14 and I find myself with no children to make decisions about…I am going through a lot of emotions that I don’t know what to do with.
Spooky, scary skeletons Send shivers down your spine Shrieking skulls will shock your soul Seal your doom tonight Spooky, scary skeletons Speak with such a screech You’ll shake and shudder in surprise When you hear these zombies shriek We’re sorry skeletons, you’re so misunderstood You only want to socialize, but I don’t think we should ‘Cause spooky, scary skeletons Shout startling, shrilly screams They’ll sneak from their sarcophagus And just won’t leave you be Spirits supernatural are shy what’s all the fuss? But bags of bones seem so unsafe, it’s semi-serious Spooky, scary skeletons Are silly all the same They’ll smile and scrabble slowly by And drive you so insane Sticks and stones will break your bones They seldom let you snooze Spooky, scary skeletons Will wake you with a boo!
My 2 cents –
So I love all things spooky. This month allows me to share the fun songs.
Serena’s poem this week came from a news story about a child being drowned by their own parent. it’s not an uncommon story…but I’m getting tired and old. I have never been able to understand what drives a parent to kill their kids. I don’t understand why parents abuse their own child either. I have had some issues where I have made mistakes but I am not talking about that. I am talking about the ones that purposely hurt the kids. I don’t understand why.
Innocence is not a reason to hurt. If you can’t handle kids don’t have any. Some people just should not be parents.
Boys and girls of every age Wouldn’t you like to see something strange? Come with us and you will see This, our town of Halloween This is Halloween, this is Halloween Pumpkins scream in the dead of night This is Halloween, everybody make a scene Trick or treat ’til the neighbors gonna die of fright It’s our town, everybody scream In this town of Halloween I am the one hiding under your bed Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red I am the one hiding under your stairs Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair This is Halloween, this is Halloween Halloween, Halloween Halloween, Halloween In this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song In this town, don’t we love it now? Everybody’s waiting for the next surprise ‘Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can Something’s waiting now to pounce and how you’ll scream This is Halloween, red and black, slimy green Aren’t you scared? Well, that’s just fine Say it once, say it twice Take a chance and roll the dice Ride with the moon in the dead of night Everybody scream, everybody scream In our town of Halloween I am the clown with the tear-away face Here in a flash and gone without a trace I am the who when you call, “Who’s there?” I am the wind blowing through your hair I am the shadow on the moon at night Filling your dreams to the brim with fright This is Halloween, this is Halloween Halloween, Halloween ‘Alloween, ‘alloween ‘Alloween, ‘alloween Tender lumplings everywhere Life’s no fun without a good scare That’s our job, but we’re not mean In our town of Halloween In this town, don’t we love it now? Everybody is waiting for the next surprise Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back And scream like a banshee Make you jump out of your skin This is Halloween, everybody scream Won’t you please make way for a very special guy Our man Jack is king of the Pumpkin Patch Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now This is Halloween, this is Halloween ‘Alloween, ‘alloween ‘Alloween, ‘alloween In this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
My 2 cents –
Okay I will admit that I knew that today’s song had to be This Is Halloween…but I didn’t expect to find this version. I was so excited to see such a fun version.
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