Bemused Muse

The little Darcassian had watch it often enough from a not so distant corner over looking Le Passage. A being dressed in a long flowing uniform, which looked quite unfit for performing any type of work. Stand and wait for a second being to walk up barring an interesting collection of foliage, presenting it to the former. The former being would take the collection and then place her lips on his cheeks.

He couldn't tell just what was being done at this point and felt it was time to assume ...

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Bemused Muse , Musings

Some call this the wicked time of year,
Scare and chills for each and all ears
I say not, and hear me out.
This is what this here is about.
A celebration with joy so cast out all doubt.

This time of year celebrated from old,
Religions came about so bold.
As the ending of one time and the beginning of new.
Completion of a year's time, the year renews.
Crops brought in, seeds sleep till spring debut.

Good byes we say to family ...

Some time ago I uploaded an image but worried a bit posting the story/poem which brought the image. I'm not sure if it was just too painful to share here, it isn't lines out of my life -- not exactly at any rate. More to the point it was to reach beyond my comfort zone of humour and try sadness.

The Cycle of Life -- by Aine

Earlier in the day, Maggie had ask.
If

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In tatters sat a rather common man,
Life had dealt him a hard cold hand.
Gone was his life, of family and wealth,
Gone was his job, and most of his health.

He ask of no one to give him a hand,
Instead he felt he had a good plan.
He gathered items found in the dump,
And with simple tools, fix them right up.

Placed them gently into a sack,
And carried them around much like a pack.
Tried several corners days before,
He ...

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Bemused Muse , Musings

Hank's Story

Heed thee, and listen well;
While I tell this Scare Before tale.
Come along if you dare,
Down this spooky dark sided trail.

Once a year comes the visit,
Of past living loving spirits.
After dusk, and 'fore strike of twelve;
Your door they will seek to dwell.

Restless to you they come,
From every graveyard under the sun.
Stay, they wish only to share,
In your life, loves and affairs.

...

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Bemused Muse , Musings