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Yenson Mar 2021
I have been hoping
that the visible invisibles
of Keystone Solidarity Republican
Militants
will soon come and tether a black horse
in front of my front door
to put their famous Doubt in my mind
that I am actually a horse
and not a human being
Why this simple act is taking so long
baffles me given they are specialists
in formatting doubts
perhaps they doubt horses have our legs
as I have three legs myself
though the middle leg
is not usually used for trotting
Tatiana Apr 2018
Us three little kids run amok through the nights
creating our own mischief and creating our own frights.
We sneak up concrete steps that lead to wooden doors
and ring the bells right next to them and run away on all fours
Who? You ask, that we ding-**** ditch,
we've pranked humans, monsters, and once even a witch.
We once rang the door during the day of some creeper
and nearly had a meeting with the grim reaper.
But that did not stop our tricky ways
so we ding-**** ditch death, always.
For we're not the children of daylight
we are the children of the night
© Tatiana
I know it's not Halloween, but this is a very Halloween-like poem and the concept of ding-****-ditching death is one of those ideas that just can't leave your head until you write it in.
Joe Bay Feb 2016
The side of things
The want the while the things who ding
For you

They smile

For you all the while
I see the things

They make us sing

For you

For you
The purple thing rings
All in my head
The music springs

And while it jings
We get up and sing
About the things that make us ring

For you

For you  

I want the jing

For you

For you

don’t let us sink

and we will keep singing about the things keep ringing and the words keep dinging, forever jinging

for you

for you
The Jing is something that makes you happiest

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