As the morning dew turns to frost,
Once again, we are blessed by beauty.
But at a cost.
For humans, the cold isn't much fun.
But ask a husky, they'll say they love it.
Because it gives them
the energy to play and run.
Eventually, we love it too.
It brings the promise of family, food, and something new.

My hood was
            my graveyard...

They'll not remember me,
               as bones feed roses...

Ms. Gilley vs. Mr. Frame
By Darrean Thompson
10/19/16

One day at school we heard a crazy unexpected announcement by Ms.Gilley.   Everybody gasped as they heard her say  “the teachers want us to wear uniforms at school from now on.  Boys will be wearing blue suits with red ties.  The girls will also have the same colors but can choose between a skirt or pants.  We will give you each three outfits every year.”

Soon as Ms. Gilley put the microphone down, Mr.Frame came on the announcements yelling “there will be no uniforms.” We all yelled “hooray” while plugging our ears.  We could hear them arguing, Mr. Frame must have dropped the microphone and not turned it off.  They were very loud and we wondered who would win. The kids were split on this, half wanted Ms. Gilley to win.  The other half wanted Mr. Frame.

The kids started a riot, they were throwing desks and shooting pencils everywhere.  The teachers were running door to door asking the kids to stop.  The kids did not stop. The teachers went into the Teachers’ Lounge to hide from the kids.  I, Darrean Thompson, decided to try to fix this.  I followed the teachers looking for Mr. Frame and Ms. Gilley.

I found them having a paper ball war from their offices. I yelled “Stop with this war. This is idiotic. Why can’t we just wear the uniforms if we want?”

Mr. Frame and Ms. Gilley gave each other a look and said “hmmm...it just might work.”

Ms. Gilley picked up the microphone, which was still on, and said “Kids we need to stop.  Thanks to Darrean Thompson’s great idea, we have decided that you can choose to wear the uniforms or not.”  

The whole school started to cheer and I saved the day!


jack lile copper goldy shine star

By Darrean Thompson

There are 4 dogs jack,lile, copper and goldy and their friends who are cats  star and shin. hay jack lets go to the barn said copper. ok, I am coming . goldy should we follow them said lile I guess so said goldy .they went to the barn and they see star and shin on a cow then they came down to play they played with the sheep and the Chicken. then the farmer came in and pick up star and shin then we followed him to the house for food.2 hours later
Shin is asleep, lile, jack also asleep .copper and goldy went and played in the field and they saw a wolf it got goldy !!!!!!!! noooooooooooo! copper went to shin star lile jack. jack asked what happened. well me and goldy went to play in the field and there was a wolf it got goldyJack lile copper star shin r on their way to get goldy.they found a trail and they went on the  trail.Then in has be to hours later they see a cave and they go in the cave and they saw the wolf and goldy the wolf went back to awer house . we r have way there and it's night we go to sleep and wake up at the house . i guess it was a dream we all  said. Then the wolf was at the trail and then jack blinked and it was gon
lock
One day a man name Arthur his friend max. They went in the wood it was dark they went to find the dog .
Then they fell in a bomb shelter. Then the door shut they find the dog they find a switch for the lite .They wear trap the good side is  they have food.
Day2 they got 1 can to eat they found cards but they had no signal on their phones we played  so we played cards
Day3  we got bord so we tried to get out we can't it opins on the outside then we ate a can
Day4 it is max's b day  we can't celebrate it  
Day??  We had 6 cans in these days we have 95 cans left
Day23 We think we find a plugin we carg our phones  we have games but they get boring
Day 24 we get out from lile and we were glad
lori

Where was a bubble and it had a house in it and there was a cat cloud their pusht it . lori walks in the bubble and she is imagining her violin at a quiet place it has be sometime now she said . I need to get out,  then she is in the forest and she sees a ******* a swig she goes to see her face and she sees her face and it was her and then she wakes up in her house. And then she asked her parents to ask if there is a bubble house.
The End

The house is quiet, only my whisper is heard...

oh, I guess I'm such a nerd,
are you hanging on my every word?

OK good, come on, let's go,

Shadows drifting, so discreet,
fowl breath, a cut out sheet,
  hard to move these trembling feet
a waiting guest, for me to greet?
not a trick, I hope a treat!?!

Perhaps the reaper comes this way
he knows of this, a game I play?
waking Crowley, where he lay,

I grab ahold the banister,
and step around the stair valute,
the air grows dark and thick again,
as everything is put in mute,
until a bell, I pause to think,
perhaps a playing flute?

Prolly not & that's real cute,
or maybe
inquiries of  candied loot?

True that,

I wait to hear again, a ding,
the joy of laughter it will bring,
the songs again my heart will sing,

I grip the rail, I'm petrified
a ghostly ghoul,
me, has spied
I move away,
from where I hide,

Shhhhhh be quiet,

My legs are heavy,
I slowly stepped,
you escorted,
up I crept
tears I wish,
that I had wept,
I move my hand,
away are swept,
no way for me to leave, get out,
they'd never hear me scream & shout
trudging on with wary doubt,
I bite my lip,
I moan & pout,
in every step, as I grow brave,
climbing up, a darkened grave,
with every step, my soul to save,

Very dramatic poet,
emmmm thanks, read on,

I reach the top in my suspense,
ahead I say, in my defense,
sorry if you're feeling tense,

It's alright,

I open up the door ahead,
filling me & you with dread,
dragging knuckles, telluric bed,
I look, in horror, shrilling,
....shrieking
a glowing face, chilling,
peeking, must be the one,
that I,
... am seeking!

I chuckle at the sounds of creaking,
bones & boards beneath my feet
they tell,
so sneaking up?
say
you lived in hell?
so I give up
hey, where's the bell?

Oh hear it is, that's just swell,
I know right?
Thanks for finding it though,

Look out!?!

Jumping out, you give a start,
I feel it pump inside my heart,
looks as if I need black art,

Yikes!!!

Your not afraid?
you silly girl, let me give
another whirl
a bony hand, sweeps & swirls
tattered sheets they creep & twirl

You do your best
to discourage guests
I'm prepared for any scary test
Yes I'm different from the rest,
& by the way,
you mustn't know that I am blessed
I'm not leaving, you may have guessed

Some pumpkins happy
some are scary
the children here,
they shan't be wary
I am not, no I am nary
this may be a fateful twist
but by the gods I have been kissed
sorry but your aim, it missed

I know that I look a witch
as I move my nose & give a twitch
but my dear, I pulled a switch

I raise my hands, I curse your words
as spirits cry, my voice, is heard
I bind you here, your soul I gird,
I cast a spell, hogtie your feet
take a bite, it's really sweet
yes my dear please have a treat
do you mind, if I have a seat?

I call my spoon, my kettle stirring,
as he speaks,
the words are spurring,
I laugh aloud, as kitty's purring,
supernatural events, occurring,
as caldrons bubble, broomsticks fly,
& Frankenstein went walking by,
his Mummy gives a wistful sigh,

Your look of shock, a priceless one,
like someone just removed the sun,
I dare not say, a silly pun?

No it's very good,
Oh hey thanks friend,

As breaking glass of aged pane's
& your attempts to stop me,
all in vain,

In  rattlin' of my heavy chains
relieving bones,
from what they weigh
as my skeleton comes out to play
protecting children as you prey,
wave a wand, a hand & down I slay,

Too much?

No, go on...

The werewolf howling at the moon
growling baying, softly croons,
a clown I think might be a goon,
the wicked hour coming soon,
cackling witches laugh &  snicker
spirits run & candles flicker
demons plot, giggle...
... snicker,
rubbing hands,
they fight & bicker,

Hehehe...

I must admit their kinda spooky
Some are cute and kinda kooky,
To me look like a bunch of groupies,

Ha ha, good one poet!
Oh, well thanks!

I give my stick another flick,
I guess I gotta few more tricks!?
as fires dance in flaming licks,

Ewwww, I like it...

Halloween no time for fools,
the banshee comes with gaurding ghoul,
we're taking him to scaring school

Oh very cool,
yeah I made some room,

You can ride with banshee there,
the one with all the crazy hair,
you'll be alright just don't stare,
It's not as if I just don't care,

Huh!?! Great,

The unwanted speaks,

Well my dear, I'd say we're even
but temporary guess I'm leavin'
and your magic I might believin
pretty good, you think you won
congrats again, it's been real fun
a spell like yours can be undone

Hmmmm,

Oh I see, you think my best?
wait a sec, I'll get undressed
something here I must confess

Most these monsters are my friends
on whom my back I can depend
do your thing, with time you spend

That's okay, you go ahead
I don't wanna end up dead
and now I see, an empty bed
& your face is just filled with dread
boy you're really turning red
must be all the ink I bled

Careful now,
is this just a story?
filled with rhymes,
& kinda gory,
finding out is mandatory,



Now I jump out,
- I just say BOO
I guess, you see-
the tricks on you!

Happy Halloween!

Great ending,

Awww thanks for the love,
yeah sure do love this time of year,
lotsa fun, this one,

Enjoy a candy,
& thanks for coming!

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Throat
Eyes
I have to trust myself.
Myself myself only
I have turned off the heat
I will think of my life only
The heat has evaporated
I stand at the foot of the ship
In the darkness
And leave the harbor
Tomorrow will be a bright day
And I will think of my life only
I have revised my magical wishes
For my life only.
I will now keep the balance
For my life only
I feel so much better
Holy.

How about distribution,
Another ******* poem To and About "love," and aspirational ***.                                        
            Lip metaphor:
A thick paperback flipped through  both covers in a momentary fluttering; I love that sharp sound.
             Can we break the law a little?
The one that we made without words, and no acknowledgement was needed.      
             -So we'll only break a few,
The one that keeps our lips apart; our individual pages each being read one sentence at a time, maybe passed around the party to obtain a variety of opinion for the same smooth structures.
              So needy for an affirmation, you, all of you, all of us.
All of Our ******* lovepoems and lovers.     Misery a lot-
Don't pretend you arent enjoying it, you masochists, writers.
             About ***:
Take them off, just take them all off-leave no room to guess, I will not dare aspire toward my fiction.
Or else leave them on, and sit here, and lay here, lie here, sleep here, wake here, leave here unviolated by my hands-but keep yourself dressed.