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Poet of the Year Contest

It is our tentative plan to start the Poet of the Year contest on November 1, 2021.  This year it will be open to all Pubbers and we will also be asking all participants to help us in choosing a winner by voting on your favorite poem submitted.  We have not finalized our plans just yet but you all will be the first to know as we make decisions.

Hallowe'en
Joel Benton

Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite
All are on their rounds to-night,—
In the wan moon's silver ray
Thrives their helter-skelter play.

Fond of cellar, barn, or stack
True unto the almanac,
They present to credulous eyes
Strange hobgoblin mysteries.

Cabbage-stumps—straws wet with dew—
Apple-skins, and chestnuts too,
And a mirror for some lass
Show what wonders come to pass.

Doors they move, and gates they hide
Mischiefs that on moonbeams ride
Are their deeds,—and, by their spells,
Love records its oracles.

Don't we all, of long ago
By the ruddy fireplace glow,
In the kitchen and the hall,
Those queer, coof-like pranks recall?

Every shadows were they then—
But to-night they come again;
Were we once more but sixteen
Precious would be Hallowe'en.

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Random Poetry Prompt
Write a poem about in the style of Edgar Allen Poe's Raven.
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October Contest 2021:

Our October contest is open and waiting for your submissions.  This month we are exploring a "Haunted Mansion"!! We want to hear what tales you have to tell, about this spooky old house.  You can find out all about it in this month's contest book.  We look forward to reading your spooky, scary poems!!

POEM A WEEK CHALLENGE:

The purpose of this challenge is to simply encourage writing, taking the time, at least once a week, to get a poem from your brain on to paper.  If you would like to participate, the "how to" is below.

2021 Poem-a-Week Participants

A Paintbucket of Words by nubivagant_words

Genteel Reveries of an Outrié Poetess by MystresMyna

Petals of a Rose by Alkymarz

A New Leaf by most_bay

Five Drops of Ink by je2suisChris

Woven Threads by enchanting_figments

My One Last Gasp by BillTemple1957

Even As We Speak by MichaelTyger

Love Wings by PriscillaYiadom4

Please stop by and check out their books, show them some Poets Pub love!

IF I MISSED ANYONE, PLEASE LET ME KNOW AND I WILL ADD YOUR NAME TO THE LIST!

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Poem-a-Week Prompt
Week Forty-One Prompt
Write a poem based on the song "Monster Mash".
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Busted Gulch Vol. 15 Update:

Harriet, having gotten away from her captor, was able to find Myna and let her know that Lorne has been kidnapped and is being held in the storage room behind the library.   Myna, Harriet and several more ladies in town, hatched a plan to save Lorne.  They first went to Rue, to have her and the KitKats get the children of the orphanage out safely before they put their plan into action.

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Random Poetry Prompt
Write a poem about a monster in your closet.
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Mr. Macklin's Jack O'Lantern
David McCord

Mr. Macklin takes his knife
And carves the yellow pumpkin face:
Three holes bring eyes and nose to life,
The mouth has thirteen teeth in place.
Then Mr. Macklin just for fun
Transfers the corn-cob pipe from his
Wry mouth to Jack's, and everyone
Dies laughing! O what fun it is
Till Mr. Macklin draws the shade
And lights the candle in Jack's skull.
Then all the inside dark is made
As spooky and as horrorful
As Halloween, and creepy crawl
The shadows on the tool-house floor,
With Jack's face dancing on the wall.
O Mr. Macklin! where's the door?

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Dusk in Autumn
Sara Teasdale

The moon is like a scimitar,
A little silver scimitar,
A-drifting down the sky.
And near beside it is a star,
A timid twinkling golden star,
That watches likes an eye.

And thro' the nursery window-pane
The witches have a fire again,
Just like the ones we make,—
And now I know they're having tea,
I wish they'd give a cup to me,
With witches' currant cake.

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Ghost Music
Robert Graves

Gloomy and bare the organ-loft,
Bent-backed and blind the organist.
From rafters looming shadowy,
From the pipes' tuneful company,
Drifted together drowsily,
Innumerable, formless, dim,
The ghosts of long-dead melodies,
Of anthems, stately, thunderous,
Of Kyries shrill and tremulous:
In melancholy drowsy-sweet
They huddled there in harmony.
Like bats at noontide rafter-hung.

We have come to the end of another fantastic week!! There is much darkness in the world right now, but we can bring light to those around us if we just choose to do so.  Giving to others, even if all we have to give is a smile, brings life and love to the world around us and your gift will never be wasted or come back void.

I hope everyone has an amazing week!!
Remember to... keep those pens and keyboards flying!!

Cheers from you Mystres of Chatter
MystresMyna