Congratulations! You have just minted Myth Taken POAP #17! Thanks so much for contributing so much to our storytelling space! Writing... listening... showing up in so many ways! We appreciate you! And we hope you spread the love! And of course here is our POAP poem for the week! 🎪 Dead Men Don’t, But Ghosts Sure Do 🎵 Step right up, don’t be afraid, The ghosts are out... the debts are paid! The book’s wide open, the ink still bleeds, Whispering all their wicked deeds. They said, “Dead men tell no tales!”...ha! wrong! These spirits hum a carnival song. They twirl through pages, rattle and rhyme, Spilling secrets lost to time. One ghost giggles, one takes notes, Another steals your haunted quotes! Their laughter’s stitched with candle flame, Each verse a dare, each rhyme a game. So mind your words, the mirror warns true, For what you say might answer you. And once the ghosts have had their fun... The story’s told… but never done. 🎠👻

Congratulations! You have minted Myth Taken POAP #16 We love having you all spend an hour of your day with us! Chatting and storytelling... having a bit of fun! Thank you for coming and giving a listen! 🪞 “The Mirror Misheard You” A mirror heard you wrong one night, Beneath the fairground’s twisted light. You asked for peace, it gave you fog, You whispered “cat,” and summoned a dog. You said, “I wish for a clearer view,” It opened a door and let something through. A ghost with manners, sipping tea, Said, “Pardon me, were you calling me?” A demon in sequins joined the song, Insisting it knew what was going wrong. “It’s all a mix-up, don’t you fret... Reflections get their signals wet.” The moon applauded, the stars turned twice, Reality bent (and tried to be nice). Your echo stuttered, your shadow sneezed, The carnival sighed, “We aim to please.” Now mirrors giggle when you pass by, Repeating your words with a wink and a sigh. So speak with care, or at least with flair... You never know who’s listening there.

Congratulations! You have minted Myth Taken POAP #15 in the series! Thanks so much for being such a devoted listener and our secret sauce! You make every storytelling space that much more special by you being here! Please keep bringing the smiles! Enjoy this short poem! The Secret Is in the Sauce They said the wall was talking, But only late at night... When Emile crept close with flashlight glow And caught the letters bright. “The secret is in the sauce,” it read, In paint that shimmered gold, And every drop of mystery Was spicy, slick, and bold. He found a pizza by the bricks, Still warm, still full of schemes... Each slice a clue, each bite a door That opened into dreams. Some secrets hide in shadows, Some in laughter’s toss... But those who seek with hungry hearts Will always find the sauce.

Congratulations! You have just minted Myth Taken POAP #14 Celebrating our first progressive storytelling space! We hope you enjoyed hearing everyone share their creative talents from the many wonderful communities we have touched! We look forward to having more of these spaces! Thanks for listening and participating! We love all of you! And of course there is always a poem.... ✨ The Fortune Teller’s Whisper ✨ Beneath the canvas, stitched in night, Where lanterns hum with secret light, A crystal ball begins to glow, Revealing paths you may not know. The fortune teller’s eyes are deep, She stirs the silence ghosts still keep. Her voice a thread, both soft and sly: “One truth will ground you, one will fly.” The ball shows storms, the ball shows flame, It whispers softly, calls your name. Yet every image, twist, and bend, Is but a door...you choose the end. For fate’s not chains, but swirling streams, It bends to those who dare to dream. So take the riddle, guard it well... The choice is yours, the fortune’s spell.

Congratulations! You have just minted lucky POAP #13 in the Myth Taken series for being such a great listener! Your support is appreciated by us so much! Thank you for being so awesome! Enjoy the art and the poem too! The Carnival That Found Me 🎡✨ When daylight fades and shadows fall, The carnival whispers, it beckons us all. Lanterns ignite with a flicker and flare, Painting the night with colors rare. The air is sugared, spun with delight, Popcorn and candied apples in sight. Smoke from the grills, a cinnamon breeze, The perfume of wonder drifts through the trees. Laughter rolls where the midway bends, Each corner a secret the twilight defends. The Ferris wheel hums, the calliope sings, And time itself dances on painted swings. Why do we love it, why do we stay? Because the carnival steals the gray. In every light, in every sound, A piece of lost childhood is suddenly found. So let the gates open, let mystery start, The carnival waits in the dark of the heart. It finds you wandering, it knows your name... And nothing you see will ever be the same.

Congratulations! You have scored #12 in our Myth Taken POAP series! This means you have joined the most awesome posse of listeners and storytellers out there! Your support and participation inspires us to no end! Tell your friends and bring them along for the fun! This week we were inspired by the Shade Haven ghosts! And so is the poem! Enjoy! Wandering into Strange Places Step past the stones, where the pathways twist, Into a fog the moonlight kissed. The portal hums, the shadows call, Adventure waits beyond the wall. The ghosts of Shade Haven drift in parade, Whispering secrets, throwing shade. But their jest is kind, their mischief light, They guide you gently through the night. Each door you find may lead somewhere new... A carnival strange, or a sky turned blue, A library of whispers, a garden of flame, Worlds with no maps, yet each has a name. So wander on, let your courage sing, For who knows what the night may bring? Through portals of wonder, both far and near, Your imagination’s the key to get here.

Congratulations! You just minted Myth Taken POAP #11 for being such a great listener! We thank you for your continued support of community storytelling and the creative endeavors of our artists and writers that make our world a more enjoyable place to be! Please enjoy this little poem too! “Smile from the Graveyard” 🌙👻 Among the stones where shadows play, And whispers wander, night to day, Emile walks softly, glass aglow, Through moonlit paths the lost still know. A ghost drifts near with gentle cheer, Its smile a beacon drawing near. No sorrow lingers, no mournful sound, Just laughter humming underground. From earthen soil, two hands arise, Not grasping dark, but reaching skies. Even in graves where silence keeps, A grin breaks through, a joy that leaps. For death is not the end of light, Nor every grave a home of night. Sometimes the earth will laugh instead, A smile remembered from the dead.

Congratulations! You have minted Myth Taken POAP #10 Thank you so much for being an awesome listener! Let's keep the creative fire burning bright! Enjoy the poem! “The Phoenix Fire” On the tenth night, the circle glows, A story burns, and a fire grows. Emile sits still, his marshmallow bright, Fox curled close in the hush of night. Smile coins crackle, scrolls take flame, A broken heart whispers its secret name. Ash drifts upward, sparks take flight, Becoming a Phoenix, reborn in light. Its wings stretch wide, the fire sings, A promise of endings that turn into beginnings. For what we burn we do not lose... It changes shape, it learns to move. So gather close, bring tales to share, The fire is patient, the flames will care. Tonight we rise, in glow and song, The Phoenix reminds us... we’ve been burning all along.

Congratulations! You have just minted #9 in the Myth Taken POAP series for being such a great listener and supporter of our storytelling hour! You always give us a big smile when we see you show up and spend this magical time with us! Share a smile and this space with a friend as we grow our audience! Here is a little poem for you too! The Currency of Smiles A smile is more than curve and light, It bridges hearts, it mends the night. No coin or jewel could weigh the same, For joy and warmth are what it claims. We smile to greet, we smile to show, The gentlest truth our spirits know. A signal bright, both soft and true, That says, “I see the best in you.” Each grin a spark, a whispered thread, That ties the living to the dead. We keep them close, like cherished gold, A treasure more than hands can hold. In photographs, our smiles remain, A timeless echo, free from pain. A memory etched, a soul’s release... A simple curve that whispers peace. So trade in laughter, share it wide, This currency will never hide. For when we smile, we’re not apart... It’s joy exchanged from heart to heart.