Just going on a rant!

I'm starting to hear from some of you, and so far it's been a big thumbs up about the blog and my book. For the people who do read my blog I am going to start a monthly contest. All of the people I know are following the blog, their under followers, all I think you need is an email address, anyway out of all the people on the followers list, I will pick one name per month. Starting when, I don't know, there is no one in my followers list. What do they get a chance to win? A poem for what ever the occasion my be. Maybe it's your anniversary or asking her to marry you. How would you like to pull off some poetic verbage at that special moment. It's always nice to be ORIGINAL. It could just be a way to make up with the one you love or to break the ice with the one you can't bring yourself to talk to. There are a lot of shy people out there, they definitely have the wanting, just not the confidence to act when the opportunity presents itself. Imagine just walking up and hand them a piece of paper or just an email. Just like I would email you with it, so no one else would know. Unless you would like to share it yourself. If you need a certain sentence or name, I'll put it in there. Don't sound to bad huh? I got to have you on the list in order to do the monthly drawing. That gives you until October 31, Halloween night to sign up and I will let you all know who won by November 2.
I will leave you with a little Halloween thinking in a poem I wrote.

                                                    The True Spirit of Halloween

                                                  It begin to fly, the dead of night,
                                                  as black as coal with ghostly fright.
                                                  The dark comes fast for ghouls to roam,
                                                  to hypnotize all, like a spell bound poem.
                                                  The darkness brings it all back alive,
                                                   for witches and demons will soon arrive.
                                                   potions to brew with the eye of newt,
                                                   many to see and try to recruit.
                                                   Creepy things crawl from the ground,
                                                   and bones from the graves, dancing around.
                                                   Deathly calls shriek through the mist,
                                                   clutching your heart like a tightly clinched fist.
                                                   No where to go as it closes in,
                                                   tear drops fall on your trembling skin.
                                                   Your courage is gone you come to find,
                                                   as the evil plays with your mind.
                                                   Hearing the death march coming to call,
                                                   no where to hide, no where at all.
                                                  And will you survive to the sunrise,
                                                   if your alive it will be a surprise.
                                                  It passes your house while smelling that fear,
                                                  I guess you'll live, until next year.

P.S. My kids love that, but they are teens and older. Until next time.
                                                                            
                                                                writer in limbo