if i woke up from
on the kitchen table
and saw her standing
there at the fridge
pouring tomato juice
into her bloody mouth,
but that yellow dress
she cut in half
last halloween after walking
to the river where she
said the most beautiful things
about dancing with the moon
right before throwing up
something black & fleshy-pink
on the rock where i was sitting,
& we walked back to eat
a fried egg standing
next to the stove where
she would light her cigarettes
swigging shady ladys, silently
listening to my developing dissatisfaction
& some sort of lingering love,
if she was here right now,
staring blankly at flies buzzing,
i wouldn't be surprised,
even if it has been three years since she died.
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
My Mother caring about all five in different ways
Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays
My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John.
music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !
Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "
My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food
the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion
Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?
Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee
No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .
Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `
Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones ,
scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
~ That is the Family I Love ,
that is the Family I choose to miss ~
Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night,
from an evil source that I fear to strike.
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices
that when I found my stallion horses.
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide,
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide.
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast.
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.
by Keith Kadell
The work I did was playing with the angels
We read and painted, dressed up for Halloween as rangers
The Universe so close from dry, paper mache
With older kids we even wrote an Etheree
The work I did was traveling to Europe
With twenty of my students and an antelope
We colored windows facing the lights of Paris
and even opened a brasserie "Gateau de Bliss"
So, Carolyn, you made me smile opening this album
When asking "Where the Wild Things Are? " Ka-boom!
Again it's "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs"
...but empty are long gone Elementary School halls...
A prestidigitator I know
graciously agreed to show me
how to make quarters vanish
for small children in costume
on Halloween night.
After insufficient practice
the night came for me to
offer the choice, "trick, or treat".
Few came by to engage in the
uh..."hallowed" American tradition
but that is another trick.
When asked "Do you want the trick, or
do you want the treat?",
everyone, said "treat!", much to my dismay.
The final costumed charges came up,
a probable four-year-old girl
and her younger brother in tow,
mother at the driveway.
I asked her the question, expecting
the previous answer in return, but
to my keen expectation, she answered "trick!"
I proceeded to pull out a quarter
and do a slight bit of slight-of-hand,
somewhat clumsily, but when I opened
my hand to drop the vanished coin
into hers, she looked at her empty
hand for a few perplexed seconds,
then began to giggle uncontrollably
- now that, indeed, is magic to me.
© Goode Guy 2012-11-01
she got the "magic" coin and a big candy bar.
It is that time of the year
When all the shopkeepers begin to cheer...
They've started the season sooner than before
In hopes that it will bring people to their store.
I am more tied to the traditions
Than I am to these indiscretions...
So it makes me go bananas
When Halloween is followed by Santas!
Who would have ever believed
That this kind of irreverence could be conceived...
It's not for glory, for thanks, or for wishing us luck
It is only that they want the almighty Buck!
As for me, I'll sit home and drink a beer
I never shop, until December 24th of the year.
Have a Merry Christmas!
It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.
I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare
We, as a Family of seven , moved into this river house
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention
I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy
Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten ,
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.
He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .
The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .
Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .
Keep fighting your way through life and its despair ,
you are important to someone whom cares . If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone , call for help , call a Friend .
"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "
or do you want to tell the person whose first name is sang by sinead o connor
middle name is sang by fred durst
and last name is mentioned by fred durst
do you want to tell me, the person you just spent 13 years mad at
singing and dancing to my misfortune
and rubbing your happiness in my face as you exclude me from sex
do you want to tell that person whose name you plastered all over your war
that he had nothing to do with surviving it
do you want to tell that man
Troy Jeremy Nelson
who just lost everything 17 times
to start over
that he was not your allie
in whatever that was?
let me put your name alll over a war
and then wait for your enemy to show up
and ask you
what does that guy got that i don't?
you murdered my grandpa
you murdered my friends
you murdered my sex life
and you sang and danced to my misfortune to the tune of your lies
pretending i was your friend called an alibi
you didnt bother to even try to keep alive
do you want to come telll
Troy Jeremy Nelson
that your country just did that too
that thats not what happened?
Im not sure how long your going to live that lie
the thousands of people concerned and involved in that persons endless
and i mean endless nightmare
might just come tell you what has been making them cry.....
Happy Halloween tho
oh and p.s.
next time you put somebody else in the middle of your war
to play the victom of that person's nightmare
take notes to pass into the future
as to what is about to occur
may be a life lesson
Thank you for not caring (sarcasm)
thank you for not answering my letters (sarcasm)
thanks for going the wrong way, in the wrong direction, to do the wrong thing
that whole time i kept pointing out a drug ring blackmarket, you people didnt care
thanks for calling me a liar as to what has taken place in my life(sarcasm)
so whenever you are free to hand me a bunch of things with your smiling face, and
names all over them
to make me feel better for the way you treated me
singing and dancing to the sound of getting away with murder
for the miracles youve stolen
my big brother doesn't like to dance around and play house, pretending to be
someone hes not
in a singing competition, racing against his sense of fear
do you want to come tell the man just tortured by malpractice
with his name on your war in your music,
he had nothing to do with winning it?
It’s near, it’s here you can feel and smell it too
Autumn has blown in; the air is worn out, not new
The decaying of the leaves fills the autumn breeze
Blowing free and fast it brings in the autumn sneeze…
Flu season has arrived with the decay filled autumn air
It’s not right we didn’t get a summer, it really isn’t fair
All the seasons strike a fear in someway for all of us
Winter snows, the north wind blows and makes you want to cuss…
Spring brings with it hay-fever, another sneezing season
Summer gives us sunburn, but we risk that for a reason
We all need the sun we bathe and wallow and breathe it in
But when the autumn reaches us, it really is a sin...
Dark nights swoop on down, just like a Halloween ghost
Winds batter us all inland and not only on the coast
Rain is ever constant, breeding fresh new bugs for flu
So autumn air is for the flu-jab, it’s now time for that to renew.
Contest entry for “Up In the Autumn Air”
< halloween haunting's
black shoe polish foundation
ruby red lipstick
pillow stuffed under big dress
red white bandana for hair
spatula in hand
eggbeater in dress pocket
pillowcase for loot
daddy's boots causing blisters
aunt jemima memories
Halloween Of Tears Past
Tribute To Childhood Memories
< Now hold on there Tex !
Let me get dressed !
Let me saddle up my horse
To trollop around this Halloween course
Got on my chaps
My spurs and cowboy hat
Replica's of forty five's
Riding on my hips very high
With lasso in my hand
This little cowboy has a plan
So all you ghost and goblins
It's candies bounty I'll be coming an robbing
And I'll be taking loot for mummy
And for my daddy who has a bigger tummy
Happy Halloween To All
Especially little tikes who are so cute and small
Halloween Costume Contest
December 18, 2012
Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach
Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate
Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new
The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?
I do not know?
"What does light have to do with darkness!?...."
Like mixing champagne miscreants
Within a simile laced frosted glass
Of crystalline stones mingling these
Fatidities of peremptory phantasms
Oracular silhouettes of the predisposed?!
Rising in unison unto a collective toast
Toward deceptives destiny; their very own
Whisperings billowing within ceramic tones....
These phantoms of the Pharoahs final call
Unto finalities masquerading opera
Respondez, s'il vous plait!?
Where on a blackened tie adorns this omnibus
The guest of honour with such, hollowed eyes
Smiling, as pressage greets them all....
Raising this metaphoric flume; a symbolic vessel
To these midnight mass miscreants of soporifics
Fatiditized oraculary made realities; fasicles
Standing before phelonians robes of fallacy?!
While as fantasias final chords begin their
Beckoning from afar; this preemptive echoing
Personifications, blood red rose....
Calling, afore this latter days gatherings of
Soon to be forevers, predisposed; ex parte
....The final toast!?
Note: ~ A resurrecting moment from Halloween 2008....
~ "'Love' & Warmth, Always," John!:) ~ "Hebrews 12."
Smile ~ "Its 'A Beautiful Day,' So Don't Let It Get
When the candy corn attacks
The yellow and the orange
And the ever sweetened white
All come after you
They take you in their sweetness
Enveloped and morphed inside
Grand scheme of candy delight
To take you within
Just when you thought you were safe
Candy corn comes attacking
Right on the offensive track
With high awareness
The yellow slows you way down
And orange curls your stomach
And white takes and knocks you out
Of all the Halloween tricks
This one seems the deadliest
To the weary partygoers
Trying to have fun
Entrant into Joyce Johnson's "My Favorite" contest
Bats that fly outside on Halloween night
Through a light yellow-orange tinged full moon
They scare easy from the ghosts that delight
In bringing fear to all those that would swoon
From the evil zombies that are in sight
To the witches flying around with brooms
All these wonderful creatures are laughing
Where the Jack-O-Lanterns lay their blessing
Night is suffocating with lots of fear
Scenes of boogiemen and vampires quite near
A haunted house sits on top of a hill
Where spiders scatter about on the sill
A single light is lit in upstairs room
Looking frightful as if to spell some doom
Lightning flashes to reveal a graveyard
Where the dead lives again in his backyard
The pathway up to the dark front entrance
Is littered with Jack-O-Lanterns that dance
There are snakes that wait for one to walk by
So they can strike at him, cause him to die
The whole land smells of great fear and of fright
Bad place to visit on Halloween night
There’s an old mansion
On top of an eerie hill
Where path runs crooked
And candles are lit inside
Where ghosts triumphantly float
The place exudes hate
An evil holds firm within
Manor feels desperate
Bats gloat of their great catches
And black cats find their mice here
The place warns of fear
By Jack-O-Lanterns hither
Lit with dark presence
They guard the cemetery
That envelopes the front porch
No trick or treaters
Come by this mansion at night
For even the devil
Avoids the creepiness here
Pain and suffering present
Spiders live nearby
Capturing the larger prey
Trees are dead, spooky
Set off fear beyond the grave
A Halloween haunted house
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Field of gold, not rainbow's end but golden rods
The corn stalks shocked_dead, dry, dusty just wait
Cotton fields have been defoliated; odd
Modern way, now fields white unto harvest date
Pumpkins_ broomstick gourds long to be used for fall
Or Halloween_there was a witch eyeing all
She wants new broomstick to ride around full moon
The die is cast_evil goblins ways are hewn
Written with Russell Sivey in mind
Contest: The Ultimate Halloween Contest
Written by : Sara Kendrick
On this day September 28, 2012
The freezing front porch
Holds many Jack-O-Lanterns
Glowing with great pride
Flooding the front porch with light
For this very special night
Witches fly about
In the air with their old brooms
Sure to curse someone
With their evil laugh they have
They work very late at night
Black cats prowl the porch
Looking for those who fear them
They find some victims
Over by the neighbors door
A fear composed on this night
This time of the year
Where it’s cold and fear expounds
People walk the streets
Looking just for something sweet
All this on Halloween night
The creepy mansion
Old and decrepit it sits
Dark save a lone light
That glows red in upstairs room
The sounds are eerie within
The night sky is green
Where the moon glows beneath it
Clouds cover at times
Lightning flashes bringing fear
And thunder scares all around
Throughout the dark old mansion
Passersby fear it
As skeletons lay in yard
And zombies walk over graves
At Halloween time
The mansion is all aglow
Terror is brought out
The night howls at its horror
Halloween is its main show
A lone candle
On Halloween night
The traces exuded
Doesn’t burn my eyes
The light it creates
Lights up a small area
The shadows grow
Across the table
Is long and eerie
There’s a soft glow
That comes from the wick
It burns real slow
Down to the quick
Leaves soulful imprint
There’s a full moon at Halloween this year
With characters being dressed up as death
Everyone loves to bring a lot of good cheer
While evil tries to go and take your breath
There are flying creatures that fly by night
Owls, ravens, and bats are to name a few
They love the full moon with lots of fright
Going all about scaring everybody and you
The haunted house which is upon a large hill
Is the most frightening place you’ve ever seen
A place of great fear, a place to give a thrill
All these things are on this night, Halloween
Pumpkins line up my porch with their glory
Orange and purple give about great fury
Halloween features are present throughout
Skeletons sit on the steps where they shout
Bright jack-o-lanterns are lit all around
Live bats rest on the roof, soar all at night
The path leading up to the house is found
Dormant tree, creepy looking, is a sight
Spiders are known to be somewhere close by
Their webs are seen in every corner, sly
The Halloween torches burn here tonight
Eerie glow that portrays fear of their might
All Hallows Eve does bring joy to my heart
As the bright moonlight covers every part
Orange lights that say
What Halloween means to me
At this time of year
Comes rushing into my heart
Each time it fairs to be real
The image of death
Complete with scythe and old robe
Walking towards you
Down harshly-lit pumpkin path
Through dreary cemetery
Old leaves decaying
Crackling sound scare passersby
Darkness of the night
Keeps everyone on the edge
Ghosts play, riling each other
Terror impedes growth
Of poor small children passing
The haunted mansion
With all bats flying around
Screams of unwary people
Dances of creatures
And skeletons scaring all
Who dare to walk by
All of these pieces of hell
Happen on Halloween nights
Entrant into Gail Doyle's "Halloween Night" contest
A Halloween favorite
Many fear them
Walk around on lit Jack-O-Lanterns
Waiting to bite the unsuspecting
They’re on brooms
That await the witch’s travel
The witch’s grand show
Bats swoop down
To try and eat the treats
That the spiders catch
All bugs that are caught in webs
Are wonderful foods for them both
But Halloween spiders
Still love the human taste
Ones to fondly bite
Stepped into the bath tub
Slipped, slid, tumbled
Cracked my face against the wall
in a blinding flash
Black and blue a Halloween mask
Slipped again a complete spin
Totally dazed and shaken now
Why ,oh why did this happen to me
They say God has all the answers
Wonder what it will be?
Happy New Year? Mmmm.
Have you ever seen
Ghosts all dressed for a function
Some elegant dance
Which they will be attending
A scary Halloween whirl
In September I remember the summer that went by
I remember in september those birds that flew so high.
Halloween is comming, thanksgiving after that
then Christmas time is here again and santa's oh so fat
New years should be fun, then soon there will be rain
it is then the cloths we wear can not be the same.
In natures ever cycle we call this time the fall
where in the breeze thats blowing, natures slumber calls
We sweep and rake the leaves, thats scattered all about
while all the time we're knowing, in the spring time seeds will sprout.
In September i remember those days that seemed to last
I remember in September, these years go by so fast.
Fear, extreme feeling
Carves hollow points within me
I may run away
It hurts to be so
Deeply afraid inside me
Tears roll down my cheeks
May I escape fear
The terror still left inside
Must rid of all pain
Afraid to move on
I seek solace from the hurt
Peace to be free, hope
Hope to find a way
Out of Halloween's darkness
And into light's grace
Entrant into PD's "Going Halloween Haiku Crazy" contest