Debra DeVeney Poems

Hear his footsteps, for you, he comes.
Step, Step, Step, faster your heart drums.
His fingers screech along the wall,
through the front door, down the hall.
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Grandpa, Grandpa
old and gray
You moan and groan
Then cuss and pray.
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Sue Stillwater segregated
Seventy Settlers, squish
spreading Sepsis, swiftly.
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Can you tell me, from a clue or two,
My monster is who?

Riddle me this and riddle me that!
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Autumn, season referred to as fall
Unique having to names you can call
Transition between summer and winter weathers.
Unpack those scarfs and sweaters
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Halloween is the time of year
that is wrapped around fear.
Vampires, werewolves, monsters.
ghost, goblins and other haunters.
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There once was a girl who was thrifty,
and she went by the name of Christie.
Wasting wasn't logical,
making you prodigal.
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Twas the night before Christmas
all through Santa's workshop.
All of the elves are busier
than a New York city cop.
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Clouds of dreams from minds eye,

silver moonbeams arc the sky
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Soul and heart, breaking like waves against rocks.
I've quietly plunged into vast darkness, black-hole
abyss since your abrupt, unseen departure.
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