Poor Peter Pumpkin had a very itty bitty head.
So the farmer made him stay inside the garden bed.
The farmer said that he was going to keep him warm with hay.
And there the itty bitty pumpkin stayed for many a day.
Finally, the farmer came to check upon poor Peter,
measured him and then exclaimed, “You’ve grown an extra meter!
I think it’s time for you to finally go and face the world.”
Peter got up from his bed. He twirled and twirled and twirled!
“My,” the farmer shouted, “You’ve grown two legs with feet!
You’re a special pumpkin. My daughters you must meet!”
Poor Peter heaved his hefty bulk, waddling away,
following behind the farmer so he would not stray.
They traveled rather quickly, and soon they reached the house.
The daughters saw the pumpkin and grew quiet as a mouse.
The silence lasted just until at last one daughter spoke,
“A pumpkin with two legs? Is this some kind of joke?”
Her father knelt beside her and whispered in her ear,
“Do not be afraid, my child. You’ve not a thing to fear.
We can carve a lantern. It will be your Halloween treat.
Then we can make lots of pumpkin pies for us to eat."
Peter trembled with a chill to hear their horrid plan.
Jumping out the door, he yelled, “Catch me if you can!”
He ran into the pastures. Then he tumbled down a hill.
As he rolled he bumped into the couple, Jack and Jill!
“Oh dear me,” cried Peter, “I do not wish to be
a lantern for this Halloween. Please, can you guys help me!”
Jack and Jill then led him to the land of Nursery Rhymes.
His sad fate has now been told to children many times.
For he ran across a man named Peter Pumpkin EATER.
Maybe you can guess now what became of our poor Peter!
Contest: Halloween Co-Writes
Sponsor: Diane Locksley
Written By Jan Allison & Andrea Dietrich
~awarded 1st place~
You say things that are really mean
I say that I'm still pretty lean
You say I'm fat and that's unfounded
I say I'm not fat, just well rounded
You say my big waist makes me look like a clown
I say that's not my waist, my chest fell down
You say I should be able to touch my toes with ease
I say you're right, if they were on my knees
You say my socks don't match, I should be more discreet
I say it's not my fault, I can't see my feet
You say I'm too heavy for my height, that's what you state
I say you're wrong, I'm just too short for my weight
You say I should weigh one eighty, no more
I say I'm five ten, I should be six four
You say next Halloween I should dress up as a mouse
I say I'll wear a window and go there as a house
You say I should get more exercise and try to shed a pound
I say that when I sit around, I really sit around
You say at the theatre you were embarrassed and didn't know what to do
I say it was because you sat in seat number three while I sat in one and two
You say I thought you were watching your weight
I say I am, I'm watching it inflate
You say being with me doesn't seem the same anymore
I say I'm still the same, just a whole lot more
You say you'd call if I were thinner
I say just don't call me late for dinner
You say we should work out at the gym down the street
I say we should get up and go out to eat.
Please note! A waist is a terrible thing to mind.
She the devil’s old cat who never quite haws a straight line
She is slinky n’ swift evil and crypt always ready for crime
She walks through the night like an ebony jewel an ox
Coughing up mice in the shed, she‘s as sly as a fox
On Halloween night she’ll give you a fright in the night
She’s accomplice to trouble like spiders too big for a mite
She’ll pin you for hours then go straight for the kill
She’ll scare all the kiddies, and give you bad thrill
She’ll corner the street like a bitch in her heat
And witches will bless every corn in their feet
So walk quickly away from the corner I pray
Or you will be next, on her breakfast buffet
Happy Halloween Everyone!
October 17, 2014-10-17
For contest: Around the corner
I bought all the candy for Halloween night,
Into the cupboard, it sat in plain sight
When later I looked, I just about flipped!
I saw empty wrappings, the bags were all ripped!
The treats were all missing,...so back to the store
I bought several bags, at least three or four.
Now back in my kitchen, I climbed on a chair
To hide them up high on a shelf that was bare...
Behind an old crock pot that he'd never use...
But would you believe, he discovered my ruse?!!!
The big night arrived and much to my grief
The candy had been eaten by that darn sweet toothed thief!!!!
The door bell was ringing, trick-or-treaters had come
I ducked out the back door, and fast did I run!!
Right back to the store, I flew like a witch...
The clerks heard me cursing, like a grouchy old b - - - -!
The store had no candy, sold out every piece
No Big Hunks, no Snickers, no Hersheys or Reese
I bought bags of apples.... gave them out in disgrace
Every kid on the block had disgust on his face
The next Halloween, I'm not buying ahead
I'm a last minute shopper for the candy, instead..
And to all you folks, who buy treats in advance
My advice to you all, is don't take such a chance!
Something else you should learn, from this frustrating tale...,
Next time you buy candy, attach some loud bells!!
------------ P.S.... (A Moral to the story, for an evening so gory)....
He was licking his chops, while he had his sweet binge
But goblins were watching, ........and took their revenge....
That Halloween scrooge...Mr. Thief in the Night
He chipped his back molar, as he took that last bite!!
Submitted for "Funny Spooks" contest
Sponsored by Carol Brown
Like candy for strangers
on Halloween night
she ties up her sweet words
in wrappers of light
Expressions of happiness
laced with a thought
of poignant remembrance
of childhood she caught
from reading your life
as you wrote it all out
in peppermint sparkles
and chocolate doubt.
holding her apron,
she captures the fall
of every confection
and rewraps them all
in yummy new sprinkles
with strawberry swirls,
she flavors the taste
for the rest of the world.
Halloween was coming and the angels thought they'd have some fun,
Since they sometimes thought of dressing up before the Holy One.
They all got together and decided to do just that,
Dress up in devilish costumes...Surprise the Lord like some earthly college frat.
Each one was to make his costume from the ethereal
A very inexpensive and unusual type of material.
Then, when the Lord was looking down at earth
Don the costumes for some Heavenly mirth.
It'll be a costume party for us here in our Heavenly abode
Different from always wearing these white sophisticated robes.
We'll have a good laugh and God will understand
We're just having a laugh here in His Heavenly plan.
The moment came, all the costumes had been made
And when the Lord looked up, Heaven was a different shade.
"Something is amiss, here." , He said in the shades of that red hue
Perhaps I'll bring Satan here, to find out if this is something new.
It would be difficult to invite that guest into heaven you see
As he had been banished for all the eons of centuries.
But nothing is impossible for the Lord for He can do any feat
And just when he was to summon Satan, the Angels all shouted
"Trick or Treat"!
I was the youngest kid of eight
Halloween was never that great
Orange clown shoes were too big
An old purple horrendous witch's wig
My sisters tutu I that wouldn't use
My brothers cape smelled of doo doo
Superman pants that didn't latch
And that makeup covered eye patch
That Halloween I knocked on this door
The lady was laughing and kicked the floor
Her husband then came around to peek
Then laugh so hard his knees got weak
She said "Oh honey, let's give him the lot"
He agreed, only if I posed for a snapshot
She said "you stay right there, don't move"
I took off so fast, I lost my clown shoes
Halloween Eve is a time for most “grave” reflection,
When Ghosts, Goblins, Ghouls show us no affection!
On this Eve the veil between life and death merge as one,
And the wicked spirits laugh so loudly making us all run!
They sing, chant, howl, scream, and dance with much delight,
While we the living wait for dawn praying for no more fright!
Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Happy Halloween! Happy Halloween!
Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Happy Halloween! Happy Halloween!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen,
Germany (October 30, 2014) (Rhyme Couplet poetic format)
Walking near the Old Dark House under a morose moon sky,
I spied a furtive glance at Old Demon Jack’s big ugly evil eye.
This Jack O’lantern is not by any means a friendly funny face,
For he makes your blood run cold with a leering gruesome grimace.
While looking at people with a distinct Mephistophelian delight,
Both of Old Demon Jack’s eyes give all a quite palpable fright.
This Jack O’lantern sits perched by the Old Dark House front door,
Waiting for each Halloween to seek its revenge and even the score.
Old Demon Jack’s spirit eternally lives on in this undying fruit gourd,
Annually resurrected for Halloween—one of the Devil’s own horde.
This Jack O’lantern is indeed a macabre physical object from Hell’s pit,
And Old Demon Jack’s spirit lives there possessing souls as He sees fit.
On Halloween beware of the Old Dark House there on Old Hob’s Lane,
As Old Demon Jack and The Devil, will cause you agony and unending pain.
Now you know this is not the house on Halloween to make a trick or treat,
For in the end it will be your final destination and you’re The Devil’s Treat!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (September 25, 2014)
Ghost and Goblins,
Witches in tow.
Who is the scariest,
I really don't know.
As the moon rises,
There are many surprises.
At my front door,
Hands out asking for more.
Just peek in,
And reach in.
It's Halloween fare,
Take more if you dare.
< 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
When I was just a boy, growing up in Chicago
My best friend was "Jimmy", who loved the monsters so!
He was younger than me in more ways than one,
But I enjoyed my time with him...we always had fun.
One year for Halloween he bought monsters to build,
Needing my help, we painted and glued and every cavity filled.
There was Dracula, Frankenstein, the Werewolf, and the Mummy,
Resplendently painted, delicious and yummy.
Each was about 12 inches high
With features that would make a little one cry.
We set them in a window box with a black light behind
Turned off the house lights for a real "Trick or Treat" find.
Jimmy went out in to get his share of the goodies, too
And when he came back, there was more than enough for us two.
What really struck me that Halloween night,
Was the five foot ghost, below the street light.
Truly a sight to behold it was there,
And to more than one person did it give a scare.
Its white shaded body was like none I had seen
With a face of a gorgon, I was ready to scream.
It just stood there on the sidewalk watching the kids at the door
You can believe that those kids always got more.
I watched this ghost go up and down the street
Watching the youngsters getting their sweets.
Then, I realized, it was Jimmy's mom dressed in a sheet
It covered her over, from her head to her feet.
The mask that she wore was a scary one
But like the monsters in the window, just done for fun.
That fluorescent face I will never forget
I didn't care for monsters...with little regret.
Her costume rocked me to the core that night
For the first time I saw it, I had a real fright.
For I had never expected to see an adult
Dress up in costume, much less the occult.
So that is the Halloween that I remember the most
When a lady I knew, dressed up as a ghost.
'T was a bitter chill night, the stars flooded the clear skies,
then hoar frost formed dressing up the trees with sparkling icicles.
The fragrant apple tree wood merrily burned in the hearth,
sending dancing shadows up and down the walls as if giving birth.
't is Halloween Nite and porches full of flickering pumpkin light.
The children dressed in costumes masks that tinkle bright.
Trick or treat they chant at each door passing tests with a plume.
Returning with many treasures and rewards to their home.
Hark the clock strikes midnight; now is time for ghosts and ghouls,
for the unwary to learn fast, stay indoors or you will lose your soul.
People tell me can you hear
those dark forces drawing near?
On this shadowed shard of night
traveling through the stench and blight.
These undead in wrapped attire
creeping through the murk and mire.
Ghastly in their evil space
slimy torso,dripping face.
Their intent's to see you dead
so they can eat your limbs and head.
Then you'll return as one of them
to cause murder and mayhem.
written by Deb Wilson
for contest "Zombies" sponsored by Leonora Galinta
Last year we went shopping on Halloween
To find a new car for my lovely queen
Sadly when we arrived onto the lot
A ghastly salesman appeared on the spot
He thrust his hand in too close to my face
I shouted out, “Run before he gives chase.”
In the showroom we felt safe and secure
Until I was grabbed by the manager
Her face was pale and her eyes were all red
My wife thought she was of the walking dead
Her nails dug in my skin with a chilling grip
Yet, as she mumbled we gave her the slip
We ran over to a nice shiny car
But were waylaid by a man with a scar
He groaned and gave us a sales zombie stare
So I quickly uttered the good Lord’s Prayer
I pushed my wife in the car; then it locked
Plus I read the window and got sticker shock
I banged on the glass, “Hey honey let me in.
There are more salesmen approaching the din.”
She was helpless in there without a key
I had to act fast; it was up to me.
I yelled, “We’ll take it,” to one of the curs
Then was hauled in to the loan officer
They wrenched every fact from my weary life
I had to placate to rescue my wife
I then heard a hushed scream out on the floor
They must have gotten to her through the door
I signed the papers, though at a high price
Then dashed between two guys as cold as ice.
I shoved salesmen aside and joined my hon
But slammed the door on a big warty thumb
The sales zombie shrieked and quickly pursued
Though with his hand wedged, he was tough to elude
We then sent that sales zombie right on his a$$
Just before our car smashed through the plate glass
When my wife asked how much was on the loan
I went into shock and drove lifelessly home.
For Halloween Poem contest David Fisher on 10/30
No time for coffee, as the dawn arrives....
I raised the shade. There's a crowd outside!
Hubby in his underwear, and gives them a surprise!
It's our first yard sale!!! But, will we survive???
The mob takes over...I'm still in my slippers
But already sold some old hedge clippers!!
Those folks just paid me a ton of money!!
I could use some help..........Hey! Where's my honey??
I swear...if he went back to take a nap
I'll sell his priceless baseball cap!!
Oh! They are looking at that wobbly table....
"I'll help you load it, Miss, if I'm able!"
She grabs dog-eared, dusty, vintage books
And one old crock-pot that still cooks!
I show her some doilies, and a ragged Barbie
And a costume for her Halloween parties?
A rusty shovel, and a dented bucket
And a fishing pole from old Nantucket
I'm selling Ma's old apron, and some broken dishes
A chipped glass bowl for all her fishes
Aunt Edna's ugly painting, and her candle holders
She lives down the street....hope no one told her!!!
One old bike for exercising
Doesn't work....it's not surprising!
"What's the point?" our husbands mutter
While we fill the garage with all this clutter
I explain to him..."She buys mine, and I buy hers"
"Then, we won't need to shop the stores!!"
"Dear...don't you know the grass is greener?"
"OH LOOK!" "That couple bought my vacuum cleaner!"
Just then I point across the street!!
Another yard sale.....and we both shriek!!
He points at me and shakes his fist
But I'll just ignore and toss a kiss
And side by side I'm in a race...
Who gets there first will buy that vase!!
Whoopee!!! I spy a broken chair...
That other shopper gives a glare!
So what it's broken? Well, I can glue it!
Just hope she doesn't beat me to it!
The point I'm making is simply this
This neighbor's junk became my bliss!
For Skat's Yard Sale Contest:
The ice-cream store sign read, “Unique Sensation!”
A tantalizing twist in a strange combination.
What were they thinking creating that dish?
An eerie concoction of black licorice.
It sounded like such an intriguing new taste.
Vanilla cream mixed with a black swirling paste.
Soon after devouring my delectable cone,
I flashed a big smile, and the damage was shown.
The customers cringed at the horrible sight,
as if I were haunting their Halloween night.
I looked in the mirror at the dark hefty toll,
inside of my mouth had become black as coal.
It looked pretty bad, I couldn’t deny,
as if I were poisoned by black liquid dye.
I often consider why that flavor didn’t last,
why it dropped from the list so incredibly fast.
Perhaps all the screams, or the outspoken cries.
Perhaps from the laughter in onlookers eyes.
But, likely it was, when the workday was done,
they counted the sales, which totaled just one.
Should it ever return, that flavor so fine,
you know I’ll be back to be first-one-in-line.
Until then I’m satisfied simply to dream,
of that flavor called Licorice Voodoo ice-cream.
Licorice Voodoo is the first poem-story I ever wrote. It is based on an experience as a kid,
when my Mom used to take me to get licorice ice-cream that no one else liked. I still look for
it, ... have never see it again.
I sat and waited, alone in a dark, dark room
Only the moon light to lesson the gloom
My heart beat frantically in my chest
Knowing I would soon be put to a test…
Then I felt a presence right next to me
Something reached out and touched my knee
I smelled the stench of death and decay
Eyes that burned bright and hair of gray
I knew this horror could only bring death
And I screamed with the last of my breath
Its bony claws lifted me to my feet
Now my terror was nearly complete
Shaking, being shaken, I came awake
"It was a dream, stop screaming for heaven's sake"
So just a dream, such a dream on Halloween night..
Such a horrific, glorious dream state fright…..
Something’s lurking in the shadows. Something’s hiding in the dark.
Something’s out there by my window, so why doesn’t Fido bark?
Something out there wants to get me! I am losing my sang-froid.
Something wants to disappear me. I’m not being paranoid!
I used to have a neighbor woman--We cannot find her anywhere.
When I called for some patrolmen. They did not show ‘cause they don’t dare!
Something outside isn’t human-- or at least not anymore.
A cannibal or psycho axeman, or just a clown covered with gore.
I’ve got the willies something fierce. Those shivers just won’t go away.
I’m not ready for the hearse. Too scared to run…too scared to stay.
Someone’s walked over my tomb, or given me the evil eye.
Something’s out there in costume--Trick or treat, it’s time to die!
Something’s out there by my window, so why doesn’t Fido bark?
Something’s lurking in the shadows. Something’s waiting in the dark.
Pumpkin King; hear you wheeze.
Open lungs as light as leaves.
Oh; Great pumpkin; long-time wait.
Coming closer brings my fate.
Barometer up above my ears.
Hollow ground will add to fears.
Pumpkin patch about my feet.
Will you rise up and bring my treat.
Oh; Great Pumpkin hear my prayers
Bring my candy and hide my terrors.
Fill my pillowcase till it flows
till Halloween - The Great Pumpkin shows.
A pumpkin at Halloween shows respect
Known protection from the evil suspect
One that travels in the deep of the night
Pumpkin’s light keeps this soul away tonight
The Sandman comes many days of the year
But never with the vengeance one would fear
That Halloween brings for the evil craft
Where sleep carries dreams and nightmare’s dark shaft
In your room, if you don’t have pumpkin cries
The Sandman leaves his mark into your eyes
Leaving evil nightmares inside your head
Crawling with hatred wishing you were dead
That’s why I always hold my lit pumpkin
Protect me from evil that does begin
On this cursed night, terror of Halloween
The greatest night that has ever been seen
Contest: BUILD YOUR OWN SAND!
Sponsor: nette onclaud
I wonder if you see me ,
if you really care,
If I’ve become some spirit ,
just passing through you there.
A will’o'wisp with no real form,
to tie me to your sphere,
I am just a haint to you ,
with naught to hold me here.
We used to be lovers bold,
and cared naught who saw,
held tight with bands of brightened gold,
without a taint or flaw.
But you have found another,
who’s caught your soul from thee,
torn it like a paper mask,
worn on Hallow’s eve.
So tis not I , the haint,
but you my dear,
and you don’t realize,
the spider caught you in her web ,
and drained you with her lies.
On Halloween it was understood
We could not leave the neighborhood.
Just to be sure I minded Mother
I'd had to take my little brother.
We both were having lots of fun
Treats were abundant, tricks were none.
I had thought it would be extremely neat
To try the next block on the street,
A house lit only with blue lights
Would surely yield sugary delights.
From the specter answering my knock,
I was almost put into a shock.
When I heard a most blood curdling yell
Forgetting my treats I had run pell-mell.
At my front door was my own mother
Demanding where I'd left my brother.
Worse than the fright I'd left behind,
My fate because I didn't mind.
A scary night for all to see.
It's almost time for Halloween.
A Thirst for blood and a witches brew.
Dark voices come from under the ground.
The night of eery and scary sounds.
Black of night
and a ghostly sight.
The streets are full of things that make us trimble.
Monsters,ghost,vampires are a Halloween symbol.
Knock on the door and screem TRICK OR TREAT.
They'll open the door and say MMMM is it time to eat.
Entered in Russell Sivey"Halloween fun"contest
Costumed creatures of the night,
Cinderellas and Snow Whites,
Power Rangers and Superman,
Pumpkins, pirates, Peter Pan.
Off they go in pure delight,
With watchful parents still in sight.
"Trick or treat!" the children sing,
In anticipation of sweet offerings.
Candy, gum and other treasures,
Guaranteed to bring them pleasure,
Fill their bags up as they go.
Door by door their booty grows.
Halloween brings back fond memories,
Of childhood fun with friends and family.
Dressing up and making believe,
Are what I like best about All Hallow's Eve.
Kim Merryman 9/25/11
for Russell Sivey's Halloween contest
My greatest Halloween was so many years ago.
We was the tin man the lion and I was the scarecrow.
We had so much fun walking up and down the streets.
Knocking on the doors and screeming trick or treat.
There was one house down the street that scared us all.
The man that lived there his name was Fred and was 7ft.tall.
As we walked toward the house we heard someone screem.
It was that scary man Fred saying OOOOO it's Halloween.
We took off running for our house as fast as we could run.
I got home and I had wet my pants that was one Halloween
that was no fun.
Wrote for Paula Swanson's Halloween of years past contest.
It's always a chore to make...and still,
when Halloween comes, I find the will.
I don't rent or buy costumes you see,
but dress myself up like I want to be.
I don't trick or treat as I am too old,
yet, I do it for the kids coming to my door so bold.
Once I stuffed an old shirt and jeans
With rags and paper and other things.
Then I pinned it to the clothing I wore,
Four arms, four legs...who could want more?
One year I wrapped myself in aluminum foil,
Just to see if some of those kids I could roil.
I wasn't exactly the Tin Man of Oz's fame,
But the neighborhood all thought me quite insane.
Having pinned stuffed animals to my shirt one time
The "stuffed shirt" routine was more than a crime.
I have been hunchbacked and straight laced just for the kids,
Some come to my door, just to see what I did.
Last year I took a soft ball and pinned it atop my shoulder,
No, it wasn't there to look like a boulder.
I put a facemask and hat on it you see,
Two heads were better than one, when the kids looked at me.
I've gone to a party wearing shorts 'neath my overcoat,
But being such a flimsy "Flasher", I could not emote.
So, I took the strobe from my camera and held it inside,
Then, when I opened my coat...FLASH...got everyone wide eyed.
I don't do parties for Halloween any more,
Too much work, passing out candy at the door.
But, I still dress up for the kids to know,
That you don't have to buy a costume when imagination will do.
I will wear some wierd outfit that I have tried to do well,
Then yank open the door screaming..."Who's ringing that bell"?
It is often fun to see the reactions my costumes bring each year,
They generally don't know what awaits them here.
It's only once a year that I go on this binge,
The littlest ones never cease to cringe.
Some will run to their parents standing in the drive,
Wondering if such a creature could be alive.
But they eventually come back to reap their treats.
In spite of my bombastic costumal feats.
So, if you come to my door just beware,
More than a crazy poet, you might find here.
Let me metamorphose into my alter ego, so prepare yourself for a shock.
I'm the great great grandson of Edgar Allen Poe, So call me the Poetic Warlock!
Beware of my stare for I will hypnotize; This is a poetic warfare so get in your battle stance.
This slam to you is just for exercise, so don't you dare sh#t your pants!
This is just a poem to make a souper laugh; So boy I hope that's okay with you.
After I'm done, I'll send you my autograph, because I don't wanna get too close to doo-doo!
Don't you dare soup mail me again, looking to battle with me.
Boy you know you can't win, you just want a souper to tattle on me!
I've slammed you from here to Bangkok, and used several different poetic forms as well.
You still haven't got enough of the Poetic Warlock, so now I am taking you to hell!
I'm pulling a Charles Manson, so pick up a gun and put it to your head.
On your grave I'll be break dancin, you're now dealin with a poetic thoroughbred!
So to help you write a slam, you got help from your lil brother????!!!
I'm pulling out the pentagram and putting a hex on you like no other!!
You saw what I did to your teacher, and she took it beyond poetry.
It was a triple - x feature, and I was at the center of envy!
Why are you back for more embarrassment, are you a pain freak?
Soupmailing me so much is borderline harrassment; next you'll be following my technique!
No no you can't sniff my boxers dude, you need to step up off my jock!
You know I tend to be a lil' crude for I am the Poetic Warlock!
Boy I'm smoking you like a Cuban cigar, and the taste is bittersweet.
This Halloween will be poetically bizarre, so TRICK - OR - TREAT!!
*Response to my buddy and his lil' brother's slam;) SLAM?????? lol
Awful and Very Daring
Was as dark as it possibly could get
While the pavement was all wet
Halloween costume someone was wearing
Looked pretty awful and very daring.
With none other could it be compared
Saw self in mirror and was scared
In background there was a howling sound
Was enough to make your heart pound.
All of us stood there in total awe
Heard sound coming from a scratching claw
Felt shivers going up and down my spine.
There was no doubt that they were mine.
We even had heard an old owl hoot
Then after he saw me in my suit
Full of fear I once found myself in
Next year would like to do it again.
Many girls of this generation love to wear a Halloween costume...
something unusual, not looking like a fair godmother, they assume.
Madonna is their idol too, more stylish than Lady Gaga, but much they seem to share...
they should choose the costume that will make them look much older than they are.
So girls barge in stores and buy that costume you'll love to wear on Halloween night,
don't grab anything that's out of style with bright colors that don't reflect moonlight.
Look dangerous and manacing and chase away naughty boys dressed as vampires,
step on their tiny toes, if they try to grab you imitating bats with red, bloody eyes.
Have fun and smile, no night compares to this one with all the noise and sneers,
be careful not to stare at them for too long...their teeth are sharper than scissors.
Run and keep on screaming and they will stop chasing you or at least give up,
and if they springle Baby Podwer on you...make believe that's dust from a star.
Up and down the stairs they go
The pumpkins are part of the show
Some are lit others are not
They are the best that I got
The colors that surrounds these gourds
Are oranges and reds, greens and golds
There are flowers and leaves all about
They are seasonal, this I should shout
The Jack-O-Lanterns shine so bright
During the deep hours of the night
Each step has a glowing pumpkin on it
A delightful sight to see when I sit
I can’t imagine a greater scene than this
An Autumn and Halloween décor bliss
When picking a pumpkin, I want one that’s round,
The fattest, most corpulent one to be found.
It needn’t be heavy or massive in size,
But shape is a place where I won’t compromise.
The color, of course, is important, as well.
It has to be orange - no washed-out pastel.
I’m sorry for specimens speckled with green;
They just do not make the cut for Halloween.
And lastly, before I discover my gem,
I search ‘til I find one with strong, curvy stem.
I’ll never select one that’s missing its handle –
(It comes in quite handy when planting the candle).
When I’ve found the one that fulfills all my needs,
I’ll scoop out the insides and toast up the seeds.
My husband will carve out a devilish grin
And our Jack ‘O will welcome the holiday in.
I'll have you know my consort is a witch
About this time of year I get an itch
To cross your path and give you such bad luck
Till all your sense and reason runs amuck
I eagerly await a taste of brew
The old hag has stirred up a pot for you
I used to be in human form you know
She cast her witchy spell and made me so
A cat of darkness and a wily one
She and I have lots of evil fun
Close companions,we will prowl the night
Causing children and their parents fright
Come Halloween you best look out for me
Don't bother trying to chase me up a tree
For she will cast a spell on you like that
Maybe turn you into a black cat!
You’ll stay in my heart
Until death do us part
When the worms eat you out
And I’m buried in the ground
In the dirt with you I’ll lay
And forever and ever that’s where I’ll stay
I’ll remain by your side
Until with angel wings we fly
Life will never get dull
With you in my skull
You’ll never be alone
You will not face death on your own
You’ll stay in my heart
Until death do us part
When the worms eat you out
And I’m buried in the ground
Such eager fingers, from skeletal hands
Glowing eyeballs scan parched lands
Howling winds that scrape the sky
Bat-ish chatter as on they fly
Pumpkins glow to mark the way
For spirits seek to rise and play
Shady windows hide wicked smiles
Black cats prowl with patient guile
Stalking wolves find willing game
Witches cackle ‘round rising flame
Thunder cracks and lightning gleams
Day of the Dead, it’s Halloween!
-Dedicated to my Mother, Halloween Queen and loving friend.
It’s a new modern technical generation
Still Mother love doesn’t need a reason
I desire to give a dedication as present
Celebrate with Halloween as an accent
Went with this thought to buy an outfit
Fairies and Queens shown as best pick
Suggested by friends to have eminent
But feeling of soul is not just an element
Struck with an idea to proceed ahead
Prepare a Halloween of natural thread
Traditional crimson red draped – Saree
Ornament of natural flowers lined by Zari
Ardor day for the selfless care of Mother
Shelter to millions the whole world rather
Perfect Halloween of no tales or fantasies
Natural decor of unmentioned classics!
Pumpkin pulp, the pumpkins' brains.
Dew been soaked in stringy chains.
Pale white seeds on slippery slime.
Juices thin in runny chime.
Guts of clammy pulp with gas.
Pressure dropped by knives that pass.
Open lid to wobble shut.
Candle lit through eyes been cut.
Perky stem that's bent in spite.
Twisted, tortured; left in fright.
Scaly skin a clamour grip.
Orange and blinding orchard blip.
Harvest gorge a hallowed meal.
Prancing rats go 'round on heel.
Straw splayed beds weighed down and pressed.
Heavy pumpkins plump and blessed.
Late at night as pedipalps of spiders cling to brittle branch
The dislocated voices groan, inside the marsh, drop-ganch
No one’s ventured in the plot, since last a ghost did rant
The night George did, he tamped his last, as deadly ants
With sting and jaw did zap him dead, zombie on the crawl
Twas Halloween and pumpkins lit in every home and stall
Nobody every came too close, to George’s old brick shack
For fear that his old ghost could rove his way down, “Whack!”
But they were Freddie Cougar boys, bad boys don’t get flayed
With guns and rifles pumped with beer, their fears allayed
Until they heard a guttural voice, coming from the grounds
Inside a dark dark room was heard, a dozen hungry hounds
They fled the scene bejesus scared as pedipalps with thump
As Halloween took on the heat a Zombie rived, a humph
September 19, 2014
In a dark dark room
* for "Halloween Costume" contest sponsored by SKAT*
Oh I've had many wacky costumes through the years
Just to show folks nothing is as it appears!
Once I dressed as a pirate and wore videos
A cable wire necklace and swashbuckler clothes
I was a video pirate and some people guessed
When they saw vcr tapes in my treasure chest
Another time I had antennae and big wings
Dressed like a gypsy with my necklaces and rings
I was a gypsy moth,not many even knew
They'd stare at me and laugh but didn't have a clue
And sorry to say but once I was a pregnant nun
Irreverent,I know,but it was so much fun!
When all else fails and you are kind of in a hurry
Here's a last minute one so you don't have to worry
Put P on a t-shirt,blacken up one eye
You'll be a black-eyed pea,it's good for a stand-by!
I've been a box of Kleenex and a trophy wife
And all the normal,boring things you see in life
But being a creative soul I've tried to be
At Halloween something you don't usually see!
Up the alleyways creeps Death
Hoping to take your last breath
Darkly cloaked and demon-eyed
You had better run and hide
Searching high and searching low
Death shall strike the final blow
In every dark corner he looks
All the crannies,all the nooks
If he finds you you're all done
There'll be no place left to run
So on Halloween be extra fast
Or else that night might be your last!
Seven o'clock, lets go get treats!
Eight o'clock, skin shivers with the creeps
Nine o'clock, say trick or treat!
Ten o'clock, Halloween is neat!
Eleven o'clock, we go home to rover
Twelve o'clock, Halloween is over.
Turn around what do you see?
A rattling skeleton roaming free?
Or a werewolf howling at the moon?
something could get you soon!
Like a witch just seeking her dinner?
Or the deadly reamains of an undead sinner?
So watch your back all Halloween night.
And dont let the monsters give you a fright.
Sixteen years was stamped in gold
upon her shoulders sevenfold
pale because of circumstance
and yet no one was at the dance
to spin the princess
'round and 'round
to buy her drinks from out of town
she cried and left to go back home
but no one had a telephone
to take the call
about the time
that she would be at forth and Vine
and so she didn't make the train
the one that left for rural Spain
as Halloween crept into sight
in late October on that night
she made a midnight wish of sorts
and walked into a teleport
that took her off to Disney world
and now she is a happy girl.