The Count

  Do not count the actual auras:
  A, C, D, E, H, L, N, O, R, T, and U.
  Unnatural acts occurred,
  A tarot card, or a tantra cult,
  . . .  a conundrunn . . .

  Lord Alcidae,
  contacted a local nun, Laura . . .

  Coral adorned, Laura couldn't accord,
  a London Lord clad in a collared ducal coat.
  Nor could Laura court a soul of coal.

  Lord Alcidae roared aloud a contract,
  conducted Alca torda on a toad, cat and rat.

  Dracaena Draco, at an altar.
  Our Lord called "Laura!"
  Laura ran around, rotund, unclad.
  Tracheal ducts torn, cords cut,
  Heart raced.

  "Call a doctor."

  A currant cotula, caldron red,
  Laura, a curdling, crucial undoing,

Who is this poem about?

Answer:  Count Dracula, written only with the letters in 'The Count Dracula'.

Nightshade

When morning nightshade beans beckon,

It's time to make a bang-up breakfast, I reckon.

I'll have it with eggs, and or I'll have it with steak,

Or if I can't find bacon, I'll down it with cake.

What is this? . . . . Answer: Coffee

The Sisters

Three sisters stood rooted in a single spot. They did not move, for an entire year. One was tall and slim. She had silky smooth hair. Another was short and fat. She laid on the ground, resting. The third sister was medium height and wobbly on her feet, but she clung to her tall sibling, so she did not fall down.

Who are they? What are their names?  . . . 

Answer: Corn, Beans, Squash . . . the 'triad' of Native American crops that support and provide nutrition to each other and replenish the soil.

What's Taken Streets

What's taken streets with blinding force?
Collapsed weeks to days, and worse,
Made mockery of public works,
As so many mayors, cuss and curse.


Ideas?  . . . Answer: snow

What distracts . . .

What delights time, without making sense
Reminds our life, of the present tense,
Distracts our brains, from flows of fear,
From some of us, our eyes will tear.

What could it be?  . . . Answer: Music

Deeper Than

What is deeper than the deepest well
Not the mind - or Heaven or Hell.
Can't be timid - metes out pain,
Without limit, seeks no gain.
We serve it - it sees us,
Not a God, or a book, or an omnibus.

What is it?  . . .    Answer: The Self

P.T Barnum's Favorite

P.T. Barnum liked it best,
Painted all round, makes it hard to rest.
Great King Louis kept them where,
In later times, Monet'd appear.


What is it?  . . . 

Answer: P.T. Barnum's favorite color was ORANGE. Several of the largest and greatest paintings by Monet are stored in the Musée de l'Orangerie, in Paris.