I look left then right
There is no answer in sight
Searching stays the heart
Copyright 2014 Wanda Paryla
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I look left then right
There is no answer in sight
Searching stays the heart
Copyright 2014 Wanda Paryla
KILLER ON THE TRAIN
Your energy envelops me
Wraps me in ice
A grip I cannot escape
Is of a killer on the train
Bold and egotistical
You’re aware of how I feel
I feel you
I turn to look at you
Your head swivels my way
Your eyes meet mine
How did you know I’d look?
I guess evil has its way
We’re looking directly at one another
Your eyes on mine
You’ve seized me
I cannot move
I will not back down
Cannot hide from you
Are you wondering in the least about how I know?
No
Our eyes are locked together
Three seconds seem like minutes
I’m studying you
You’re daring me – Don’t stop
Your round eyes
Abysmal and black
Are you afraid? – your eyes challenge
I am not
Not of me?
Not of you
Only the special can see
I see
The train slows
He lets me go
I survived
Because I acknowledged
A killer on the train
Copyright 2014 Wanda Paryla
Someday Always Comes is up for grabs on Kindle this weekend, 4/26-4/27/14. I hope my readers will take the opportunity to grab a e-copy copy for themselves.
Thanks!…And Happy Reading.
*This is in memory of my Familiar, Ganymede. We spent more than 14 years together. This is not a poem meant to be proper or contain rhyme or reason. It’s for her and she’ll understand.*
LETTER TO GANYMEDE
Dear Ganymede, Princess of princes, moon to the Gods
The most precious Soul to ever leave me reeling in
A seemingly unending grief
Wondering in my own beliefs
Diamond-like eyes sparkling sage
Oh how my oddities you never seemed to see
I am an outrage, an anomaly
Disturbing in my humanity
Happy I used to be
That first time you met me
Lost is my spirit now
As I spiraled low
But stand by me you did
No matter how black
My soul reflected
Death of a girl
Bitter old woman is near
My own life I feared
You gave me reasons to fly
When I really just wanted to die
Razor in hand
Road rage is real
Cutting reality out of my heart
Looking at you killed that deadly art
You gave me a thousand motives
To live and laugh
All having to do with you
Now I have nothing
You replaced all
All men
All children
All life abroad
How can I go on
When I have nothing
Gone is the gold
Gone is the bright
Water of the moon stopped stirring
Gently flowing back through space
Zeus called his beloved prince away
Back to Olympus to stay
Copyright 2014 Wanda S. Paryla
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~Sincerely,
Wanda
HALLOWEEN PARTY
Goblins, ghouls, ghosts and vampires
All dressed up in their party attire
Daring mortals to come out and play
Taunting us onward ‘til the break of day
They hide in the shadows of Halloween night
And slip in and out of the glow of Halloween lights
They follow us then, trying to frighten mortals
And when we dare a peek, they vanish into portals
It was Halloween night and a little chilly
I was dressed in a costume and felt so silly
Going to a party dressed like a mouse
Assured to be laughed at by all in the house
I went to the address listed on the invitation
Scared out of my wits, afraid for my preservation
The yard was scary and full of mummies
And gigantic black spiders looking for yummies
I saw a zombie peeking out from behind a tree
And another bound in chains, moaning to be free
I saw a vampire with a glowing white face
Woe is me, I was becoming a basket case
Scurrying along the path to the front door
I witnessed all sorts of blood and gore
There were crying crows and screeching witches
And a couple of hands sticking up from ditches
And from somewhere in the distance
I heard a girl screaming with resistance
Walk I did as briskly as able
My feet moving, yet I felt unstable
I spotted a graveyard far off to the right
I felt my throat dry up and get tight
As I tried to swallow down my fright
I kept the dimly lit porch in my sight
I hurried along this scary path to the door
And finally came upon steps adorned by gargoyles galore
I climbed the stairs, stepping ‘round florescent-green slime
Unlike anything I’d ever seen before this time
When I climbed to the top of the stairs
To my left was a skeleton with absolutely no hair
He was holding a bowl of eyeballs of brown and blue
And from where he got them, I had no clue
On my right there was a witch dressed in black
With eyes glowing green that took me aback
I held my breath as she said to me,
“Welcome to my Halloween party”
I rushed to the big black front door
Which was adorned with even more
Frightening things for my sight
Such as a pumpkin with eyes burning bright
As I stood in front of the daunting entrance
I took a deep breath to fight my resistance
To knock on the door with the lion-headed knocker
But knock I did, and that was a shocker
After a few moments Frankenstein opened
The big creaky door to invite me
Into the creepy old mansion
And I could feel my body tighten with more tension
“Good evening,” he said
I could feel pain building in my head
I nodded to him and fear took hold
As I walked across the door’s threshold
I sauntered inside but in just a few moments
My worry eased as I saw a house full pumpkins
With smiling faces as my friends did greet me
And offer me cake and a glass of iced tea
I saw them at the party, they were all there
My friend Sally was dressed as Cher
And my old boyfriend Stan wore hair
Of green and held in his hand a cold beer
I saw vampires cavorting at a snack table
But these guys weren’t from any fable
They were my friends, Doug, Sam and Rig
And I knew this party would be a great gig
Then I saw Andy and Nancy
They were dressed in costumes fancy
Like Samson and Delilah
Or was it Antony and Cleopatra?
I took in the sights and sounds
Oh my, there were goodies all around
And flashing orange lights hung in windows
Causing cheer and casting shadows
There were even a couple bales of hay
Where upon sat food trays
From a ceiling fan hung a ghost
And dressed in black, there was our host
On the staircase was sitting a scarecrow
That looked pretty creepy but mellow
Then I realized it was my friend, Daisy
Who was tipsy and feeling a lil’ lazy
I reached into a bowl of candy
And got a fright dandy
When a gross hand tried to grab me
Before I could get a treat to eat
As I walked about I saw
A dragon with big claws
Talking to a mermaid
Holding a glass of red Kool-aid
The tables were adorned in holiday
Table cloths in a nice array
Of orange and black
With ghosts and big-eyed cats
A crystal pumpkin dish
Held candy corns delish
And atop a case of books
Sat a real tabby cat named Nooks
Who seemed not to mind strangers in his house
Or the fact that I was dressed as a mouse
The party was just getting started
And around the rooms my eyes still darted
An ice sculpture of a vampire bat
In the middle of a big round table sat
With champagne-punch flowing
Surrounded by candles all glowing
There were sticky spider webs
Hung from walls, rafters and even people’s heads
But yet, no one was filled with dread
All were happy and so laughter spread
Loud and clear jazz music played
And amusement was merrily displayed
So I decided to heck with the ghouls
I’ll stay awhile shoot some pool
As I listened to the not-so spooky jazz
Across the room I saw a devil named Taz
And he laughed as Ken and Barbie
Bobbed for apples hardily
I had a great conversation ‘bout gore and ick
With a fairy who stirred her cider with a cinnamon stick
Then I hung out with a guy named, Dolph
Who was clearly dressed as a big bad wolf
My fears had all diminished
As I mingled with many of the delightfully devilish
And so I became quite curious
There was just no reason to be serious
As the night wore thin and the sun
Threatened our joy and fun
Ghosts, witches, and vampires alike
Along with a biker dude named Spike
Ran off into what was left of the night
Taking with them a guy and his kite,
Casper, Freddie, Attila the Hun
And then there was that very small nun
They went back to their favorite haunts
To climb under covers and get some sleep
And dream of next year’s spooky jaunts
Of course, I’ll be there despite the creeps
‘Cause nothing’s better than a happy Halloween
Full of fun, food, friends, and a few screams
Dressed as a black cat I’ll go next year
And I swear, next time, I’ll show no fear.
Copyright 2010 Wanda S. Paryla
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