It is warmly made Of intricate threads Connecting the past With the future ahead Woven by hand Finished with heart A textile relic A proud work of art Its Celtic knots Are proudly worn Even when its threads Are old and torn The sweater strong As the wearer stubborn
At the end of the street Where it turns to gravel I walk on As my mind too travels Down different paths Some old, some new Some fantastic Some simply true As the gravel rolls Under my feet I know I’m back At the end of the street Mind and body Lighter than before
If there is ever a year The bells don’t jingle There is no red suit To warm Kris Kringle The reindeer have gotten Too fat to fly The Christmas Star fails To sparkle in the sky The gingerbread men Make all the children sick Tongues stick like glue To peppermint sticks Presents disappear (Poof) From… Read More Mishaps and Mayhem
You’re on the frontlines The best in your field For the betterment of others You refuse to yield To the pressures, the exhaustion To the voice that says, “You’re done.” You carry on each day Because the battle isn’t won You’re okay going unnoticed As long as your efforts are not Saving lives has been… Read More Frontlines
When beyond today Becomes frosted glass When tomorrow comes And comes to pass Those starry nights The same will be A place to dream A dream to see
Thankfulness comes From deep inside From the very same place Where bitterness hides So, choose wisely Today and always And feel the bitterness Fade~~~~~~~~~~away When thankfulness blooms On Thanksgiving Day
A waxing crescent moon Hung in the sky last night A sliver of radiance Mysterious and bright At first glance, it appeared Sharp and severe Able to pierce the dark With pointed spears But I imagined two eyes Playfully placed And soon came to life A celestial face Who smiled down on me From the… Read More Crescent Moon
A full moon rises On Halloween this year But the kids of Rhode Island Are to be home when it appears No, this isn’t a trick But a suggestion from the state “If you’re out after dark You’re out much too late!” So, set your alarm clocks Enjoy a spooky brunch Be dressed in costume… Read More By Dusk
“Take a big biteWon’t you, please?It’s from a healthy tree,Free of disease.”The shiny appleFor sale on a stickEnticed their tonguesTo take a lickBut the caramel appleHad secrets to hideIts flesh was rottenTo the core inside*Buyer bewareOf candy-coated lies*
The old bones creaked They popped and locked From deep in the ground Knobby knees knocked Beneath the dirt In their gravel graves To walk once more Is what the old bones craved To dance together On ivory feet With a clickety-clack They crossed the street Aglow from moonlight On this hallowed eve They haunted… Read More Old Bones
Jessica M. Collette 
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