Circadian Poems

A place to celebrate poetry, poets, and the creative spirit.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Poems for Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th
By Adele Swift


Oooh! Aaaah!
Stay home
Little frightened ones!
Today is Friday the 13th!
You know what that means!
Ooooh!
Bad luck
Because you feel guilty
For all the things
You’ve done to hurt people
For which you’ve
Yet to be caught.



Habits
By Brenda Braene

I find a penny
I pick it up
I give it to my sister
So she has good luck.

I skip the cracks
No broken backs
I knock on wood
To keep it good.

I cross my fingers
So good luck lingers.
I laugh and play
To save the day.


The 13th of Friday
By Cassandra Oleander

Frost on the glass
Creates patterns that blast
Away fears from the day.

Peeking through Jack Frost’s
Gifts given in the night
Seeing land so clean and bright.

It’s quiet because people
Move carefully, clearly
Fearing a misstep.

Their fear makes them polite.
Superstition takes them to
New heights.




Brenda Braene is a frequent contributor to Circadian Poems. Her blog is Poet Meets Muse.

Cassandra Oleander thinks the world is a funny place, and enjoys it. Her blog – not updated as often as she should, is Askew.

Adele Swift doesn’t like to be labeled. Her neglected blog is Swiftian Logic.

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