Thursday, October 23, 2014

The thoughts of Woowoo

He was called many names; Boozer, Bowwow, Doggers, Mr. Mc Bowwow and Woozers. But, mostly he was called Woowoo. His name? His name was Devin Michael Oribhabor. And for 14 years he was our dog .  He was loved, rarely stepped on and will be missed terribly. He was my kid's only pet. He was a dog that took my husband 17 years to agree upon. He was a story, a source of humor, a constant companion. He was our fifth kid.

No clacking of dog nails across the floor
No lapping of water any more
No snores of slumber in life’s content
No panting from running when energy’s spent.

The sound of spies dare not cough
The whisper of crickets leaping off
The silence of atoms floating about
The hum of your brain cells filled with doubt

 See the silence of tears at night
See the sighs of quiet. It’s right.
See the sounds of a house that’s still
See the morning come up because it will

A dog has taken his last car ride
A trooper by nature, he really tried
An injection of pink to calm his strife
A quiet big “Woo-Woo” now has no life.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Eva McGrinn, (The wandering ghost of Liberty)

 It's October and time for a ghost poem...

Eva McGrinn
This is the poem of Eva McGrinn
She was first killed in Old Berlin
She died at the sword of Marcher Drone
Withered and naked she died alone

Eva McGrinn walks the halls
She moans of losts and sometimes crawls
Cries of deceit for which she was scorn
A nasty bitch from the day she was born

Hate and evil is her claim to fame
Robbing and murder was her game
Marcher Drone knew her will
And made her his goal that he would kill.

Anger and loathing was her only friend
Orphaned and cold, her will wouldn’t bend.
Slutty for money and disease was her life
Marcher Drone gave her his knife.

That was the end of Eva McGrinn
With the news of her death, everyone wins
“Eva didn’t stay dead” the old people say
But rose in America and wanders today.

Carried by horse back across the divide
At the house on the “Springs” she resides
“LIBERTY LIBERTY” She cries at night
Haunting the houses, she feels just right.

Opening doors and creaking while walking
Waking the babies and stammers your talking
She is too restless to reside with kin
She’s the evil maniacal, Eva McGrinn