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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
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This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.

October 14, 2014 at 11:52am
October 14, 2014 at 11:52am
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In the olden times, there were two kinds of offerings by two kinds of neighbors to trick-or-treaters. Those I’ll call the originals baked cookies, cupcakes, and candied apples and offered them to the tiny witches and goblins. Those who I call the lazy squares gave away the store-bought candy. The first kind, the originals, have always been my favorites because nothing can equal the love put in those home-made goodies. Not only that, but also they tasted heavenly. Well…usually.

Now that our cult of civilization has replaced the originals totally and is in the process of replacing the lazy squares, my doorbell is rung fewer times on Halloween. Do I blame this change? Definitely not. It is needed. Good for those parents who are vigilant and entertain their children with house parties, as that may be the only way to fight against the inner confusion and thoughts of evil inside our societies that poison our trust of each other as well as placing broken glass and razor pieces inside little children’s candy.

Looking at the situation from the opposite side, the difficulty of life--with its hassles, longings, problems, soul-withering sorrows and the lack of acceptance of those--shows itself in the criminal behavior toward little children.

Can we return to the way we were? Impossible, I think. Traditional holidays are on the brink of getting lost totally. We’ve reached the end of our rope, and something or somethings are not right with our lives.

Still, I am going to buy the best candy I can afford and wait for the tiny ones, come Halloween.

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Prompt: Let's talk about Halloween candy. Favorite, worst, or fond memories of a particular treat - share with us.


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