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3rd Halloween-Poem Contest

It’s that time of the year again!

Writer's Treasure Chest

Picture courtesy of: http://preventioncdnndg.org/eco-quartier/eco-tips-for-halloween/

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It is a great pleasure for me to announce the

3rd Halloween-Poem Contest

on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’.
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Every author and poet are invited to participate and deliver a “Halloween-Poem” to my email address: aurorajean.alexander@aol.com, together with their picture.

There are a few rules to follow:

  1. Your poem needs a Halloween theme.
  2. Your poem needs a minimum of 99 words.
  3. Your poem has to be delivered to my email address until Halloween, October 31, 2017, 9 pm Central Standard Time.
  4. Please avoid violence, bad language, and sexual content within the poems. It would be disqualified.

Every poem that meets the rules and is delivered within the deadline will be published here on “Writer’s Treasure Chest” together with the provided picture.

End of this month I will introduce this years jury members to you. I am very proud that these authors agreed to be part of…

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As I Go

As the rain fell down ne’er the land
As the winds blew strong in their own defence
As my umbrella dutifully sprung itself tense
As the snake slithered out from under the rock
My goats begged for relief

As their udders filled with savoury milk
As the kids bleated loud out for more
As the man glanced out from aside the door
As the gate banged to and fro
He beckoned me come hither

As the stranger watched my slow response
As he lifted up his pipe rather shy
As he used a match once more to try
As I hesitated one second longer
The smoke blew quickly away

As I saw the glint in his eyes quite brown
As I heard him speak some muffled words
As he laughed at my following the herds
As I tried to see what brought him
My mind returned to it’s state of inanition

As he patiently soothed my knitted brow
As he pat the seat on the dampish log
As he tried to calm my minds’ dense fog
As I slapped his hand away
I screamed at the pain

As I walk the path to the grand cliff edge
As he tries to turn me back
As my body just goes slack
As my arm is yanked I tumble
Finally my world is black

As he stands looking t’wards the sea
As he holds my woollen mitt
As he pauses before the little flit
As the gulls echo his thoughts
He takes the step to join me now

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Our Final Day and a Deal With God

I can’t even respond to this. So lovely.

A Holistic Journey

I wonder if she woke feeling any different that day, if she’d had any telltale dreams. We women have our sixth sense about things. But she probably had no inkling that it was her last dawn, at least on this earth. It was a sudden heart attack. Who did she greet on the way out of her building? Who got the last of her smiling gift? Who gave her her last hug, reminded her that she was loved? Susan Irene Fox is not the first blogger I’d known to have passed – she is, actually, the fourth on WordPress – but her death hits close to home. She reached out to me, put me on her prayer list three years ago, in response to a difficult post I put out. I just revisited our emails, the comments and the guest postSingle At Sixty she left on this blog, a…

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Writing 101: Sacred and Simple

A Holistic Journey

The more I write, the more I am taken with it, the magic of the word. Turn the wrist and your word is a clear brook. Flick, and you have a blade, or a balm. To be able to put out one, two, three words for a title and draw people in; convince them to pause in their hurried steps and step inside, there is a power in that. They pull up a seat, and some linger and chat. Some cry a little; other times they walk out still laughing because it was the room of your childhood they had entered and they remembered. The window to your marriage you’d opened and they know. It was your messy soul they inhabited briefly, experienced from the inside out and they blushed a little. It was their one-minute confessional before they drew the door back out to the light.

There is something…

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Atlas Studios. The Biggest Film Studios in the World / Największe studio filmowe na świecie

How cool is this…

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What’s Your Favorite Thesaurus? Share It To Unlock The WHW Prize Vault

It is a writer’s job to draw readers into the fictional story so completely that they forget the real world. Our goal is to render them powerless. Despite the late hour, the mountain o…

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Survey Question-Why do you put that book down?

Here is the first of our LWI Survey Questions. Never a list, just the one. Yes, I know there are two but the second is clarifying the first. The results will be shared, minus names provided. Make s…

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