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Blood Red Moon

Blood Red Moon

Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse 
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings 
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their 
Mesmerized and unsuspecting victims who are held at bay.

In such silence burdens prowl inside deep sad heartbeats 
As ghastly living shadows creep eerily in and knot the 
Tortured guts of a twisted scared bloodless life falling 
Under the dark macabre gaze of the Blood Red Moon.

At night uncanny black magic spells are intoned in the 
Old Latin scripture as large spider webs cast a gloomy 
Presence and envelope now all those trapped by them as 
The misted breath bleeding hearts howl to Heaven’s roar. 

Standing upon a rugged and lonely mountain crossroad 
There can be no release from the devilish glare of the
Vaunted “Blood Red Moon” whose evil presence pervades
Every breath you take and casts a demonic derisive stare.

My senses are now frozen in place as a deep chill shakes
My soul to the very core of its primordial existence as I 
React to the cutting cold of a dawning maleficent darkness 
Invading every corner and space of my psyche and existence.

The wicked jaws of a rabid beast seek now to bite and rip
All beauty from me and all thoughts I hold close and dear 
As I gasp now for life and painfully feel my tired heartbeat 
Slow as my immortal soul numbs and cries crocodile tears. 

I’m cursed now to walk alone forever as my spilled remains 
Are cut now and my ties of human existence have disappeared 
Putting me on the ground on all fours as I ponder my ultimate
Fate in the hands of a supernatural force beyond any mercy. 
 
As the shadow of Lucifer’s Blood Red Moon passes over my
Tortured face I spy a look at one demonic siren prompting me
Now to follow her as my body is placed on a sacrificial alter
And my life ebbs away as I’m kissed by spirits of the damned!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 11, 2015 
(Narrative Quatrain)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Medusa's Love

Medusa’s Love

Medusa is a hideous and vile creature of Grecian yore. 
Medusa, once a high priestess in the Temple of Athena,
Suffered Athena’s unforgiving wrath for violating her 
Sacred temple as she and Lord Poseidon made love there.

Medusa’s Love entices all of her naive human victims,
Up to that special mesmerizing moment of her icy shock,
As they end up unwittingly gazing into her evil, hellish  
Eyes and their bodies harden and turn to stone forever. 

You can never trust those Gods who relish in making
The plight of mortal man more challenging on Earth.
Once a perfect paragon of radiant female pulchritude,
Athena transformed Medusa into this mythic monster.  

As if this life isn’t frightening enough, with the advent 
Of Halloween Eve and the cold, dark nights preceding it;
Medusa’s restless spirit as this grotesque Gorgon can be
Conjured from her lair at the entrance to the Underworld.

From the hissing and viperous serpents adorning her head,
To the ever-present shaking death rattle of her reptilian tail;
Medusa’s sneering and unholy visage paralyzes her victims
As her fiery and demonic eyes bring them a stone cold death!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(October 1, 2015) (Unrhymed Quatrain)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Blood Red Moon

Blood Red Moon

Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse 
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings 
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their 
Mesmerized and unsuspecting victims who are held at bay.

In such silence burdens prowl inside deep sad heartbeats 
As ghastly living shadows creep eerily in and knot the 
Tortured guts of a twisted scared bloodless life falling 
Under the dark macabre gaze of the Blood Red Moon.

At night uncanny black magic spells are intoned in the 
Old Latin scripture as large spider webs cast a gloomy 
Presence and envelope now all those trapped by them as 
The misted breath bleeding hearts howl to Heaven’s roar. 

Standing upon a rugged and lonely mountain crossroad 
There can be no release from the devilish glare of the
Vaunted “Blood Red Moon” whose evil presence pervades
Every breath you take and casts a demonic derisive stare.

My senses are now frozen in place as a deep chill shakes
My soul to the very core of its primordial existence as I 
React to the cutting cold of a dawning maleficent darkness 
Invading every corner and space of my psyche and existence.

The wicked jaws of a rabid beast seek now to bite and rip
All beauty from me and all thoughts I hold close and dear 
As I gasp now for life and painfully feel my tired heartbeat 
Slow as my immortal soul numbs and cries crocodile tears. 

I’m cursed now to walk alone forever as my spilled remains 
Are cut now and my ties of human existence have disappeared 
Putting me on the ground on all fours as I ponder my ultimate
Fate in the hands of a supernatural force beyond any mercy. 
 
As the shadow of Lucifer’s Blood Red Moon passes over my
Tortured face I spy a look at one demonic siren prompting me
Now to follow her as my body is placed on a sacrificial alter
And my life ebbs away as I’m kissed by spirits of the damned!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 11, 2015 
(Narrative Quatrain)

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Halloween Moon

From behind veiled clouds the moon awaits 
hesitantly. It’s time to greet
restless souls that roam on Halloween.
What shall it be....a trick or treat?

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15th October, 2015
Contest: Halloween Moon
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Placed 1st

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015

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The Gecarcinus quadratus's dilemma with the Halloween moon

As he gazed up at the Halloween moon little red land crab became so confused Wolves howling - he saw nothing in common A witch flew by - he crawled away bemused
Halloween moon contest by Eve Roper 18 October 2015 Syllables: 10 per line Word count: 32 Gecarcinus quadratus, known as the red land crab, whitespot crab, Halloween crab,moon crab, Halloween moon crab, mouth less crab or harlequin land crab, is a colourful land crab from the family Gecarcinidae.

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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The Hollow

The October night was dark and cold,
As the autumn sun was going down,
When I recalled the legends I had been told,
About this sleepy, little town.

There were tales about the haunted woods,
They say the wind seems to call your name,
I was going where no one should,
And if I survived, I'd never be the same.

I walked through the covered bridge,
As the harvest moon rose into the sky,
I had made it around the darkened ridge,
Just as I heard a lone wolf's cry.

I walked the path of the dark, gnarled thicket,
Through the fallen leaves of maple and oak,
I heard the chirping of a cricket,
Near the hollow, where the bullfrogs croak.

Then, I heard the "hoot" of an owl in a tree,
And the "caw" of a raven on it's perch,
The headless horseman I hoped not to see,
As I passed the graveyard near the church.

I told myself I would be alright,
Just as I heard the hooves of a horse,
But, I knew I would make it home tonight,
Because there are no ghosts, of course.








August 30th, 2013

(This was my tribute to "The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow" by Washington Irving.
I wrote it from the perspective of Ichabod Crane.)

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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The Man In The Halloween Moon



 It seems the old man in the moon looks down
On spooks and things that fly through the night
They blithely pass across his golden sphere
Giving those Halloween lovers a ghostly fright..


10/12/15

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2015

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Halloween Moon

Bewitched, I am, by the man in the moon On this night, of All Hallows' Eve As he hides behind the twisted trees It seems he has tricks up his sleeve !
______________________________________________ "Halloween Moon" Contest entry, sponsored by Eve Roper 10/14/15

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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Halloween Moon

When small monsters’ feet leap and a moaning breeze lifts leaves along their path in the eerie glow of a moon that peeks through skeletal dark trees, it’s time for tricks and a candy overflow! Written October 15, 2015

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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CLAWS OF MOONLIGHT



While claws of full moon pierce the lanes, beware

For Hallow slakes on a witching twilight,

Ghoulish tricks from dark shadows choke the air

Engraving beams with ripped imprints of fright!





Halloween Moon Contest of Eve Roper
10/20/2015

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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Halloween Moon

 

Moon, with all your lanterns lit like orange pyres
Slinking hustlers, wingeth' rustlers, they don't tire
as they dance around your ball of great red fire,  
cats and bats of hollow's eve, dressed in attire

October 17, 2015



 

Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2015

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Halloween Moon

The Celtics called it "Samhain",
The day the Dead are seen.
The phases change their faces,
Like the moon on Halloween.

10/9/15

Copyright © Jessica Highstreet | Year Posted 2015

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Halloween Night

All day long the clouds lay hanging
thick and gloomy in the sky.
Night approached. The wind was restless;
it gave out a ghostly cry. 

Eerie lights blinked in the darkness,
shadows dancing in between.
It was chilly, thunder drawling.
What a night for Halloween!

Costume clad, excited children
knocked on granny’s welcome door,
but the lady did not answer.
She lay lifeless on the floor!

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Contest: Halloween Night
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016

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THE SISTERS OF BOWLING GREEN

Two sisters it seems lived near Bowling Green;
Each a beauty in every way.
One fair it is told with hair of pure gold,
Eyes blue as the sky in May.

The other brunette, the lovely Collette,
With eyes a deep, warm brown.
Two beautiful girls with masses of curls,
The most sought after girls around.

Wherever they went they turned heads and gents,
Would follow it seemed in their wake.
They were ladies of leisure, used to parties and pleasure,
And their father spared nought for their sake.

A young man came their way one fine summer day.
Debonair and handsome was he.
He charmed his way in, with each sister he sinned;
But he'd learn that their favors weren't free.

Their father was wealthy, his bank account healthy.
The young man thought he'd hit his mark;
But to his dismay he found out that day,
To dally with these girls not smart.

Behind him he'd left many hearts bereft,
And he thought the sisters the same;
But together they came and called out his name,
And their family knew who to blame.

'Tis a very small man who will take a girls hand,
Then leave her ashamed and in tears.
To be left in the mud covered with blood,
Would now be the least of his fears.

Because of deception they'd shared his affection,
Now he would deal with their father.
The old man cried out with a mighty shout,
And the young man began to grow smaller.

A small man I see, a small man ye be,
And never no more shall they see ye.
In a prison ye'll live in a prism I give,
To my daughters where they will keep thee.

There is no escape, this is your fate.
For your crimes now you'll pay the fee.
Ye'll live in the locket I draw from my pocket,
Until they no longer desire thee.

The sisters would share it, each one could wear it,
And he would be theirs forever.
Trapped in the locket he took from his pocket,
Because of his wicked endeavors.

Now the sisters it seems visit him in his dreams,
So he isn't too lonely at all.
Though filled with depression he's their prized possession,
Trapped in that little gold ball.

Kept locked in his prison to madness he's driven,
And the sight of it leaves them in stitches.
Never play fast and loose or attempt to misuse,
The tender affections of witches.

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016

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Awaiting Halloween

My front door, the color of pumpkins As a skeleton adorns the screen door Jack-o-lanterns plenty about the porch And spider webs exist upon the floor Owl sits on the deformed tree in the yard Filled with many spooky eyes in the holes A scarecrow stands guarding my open gate Cats, all black, run around looking for moles A witch laughing sits in a dark corner Moving to the sound of a passerby We wait for the first sign of fearful kids On Halloween night, I love it, no lie Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

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Black Witch

Born and raised as a little child in a Witches’ coven,
the Black Witch was indeed a very precocious child
whose hell-spawned soul was seared in Hell’s oven,
and like Medusa herself was a creature gone wild.

The Black Witch had a craggy, malevolent demeanor
and at a glance was stark, sinister, menacing and unholy, 
with jet black snake-like hair making her even meaner;
she was a reincarnated spirit dispelling all things good and holy.

The Black Witch was imbued with uncanny, unearthly powers
and had dark probing eyes and exceptional sensory perception,
and a bulbous, bile-ridden black wart was prominent among her powers,
and protruded close to the tip of her nose from the time of her conception.

She used the bile, putrid liquid extracted from her black wart to capture
and poison and corrupt the life essence of her victims—if they resisted;
she acutely honed her pagan skills in the Black Arts to the highest rapture
while using her Gorgon-grimaced face to strike fear in all who resisted.

As the most favored disciple and mistress of the Dark One,
the Black Witch possessed a withering and wicked mesmerizing gaze
used masterfully to corrupt and control souls for the Dark One,
dooming her victims forever to a land with an impenetrable haze.
	
The Black Witch brewed alchemic poisonous potions to a hideous effect,
using them to startle, stun and paralyze her victims with unending fear
while unmercifully taunting and tormenting them with equal evil effect,
using Witchcraft to destroy once innocent souls and harvest fear.

Intoning “Our Father, which wert in Heaven,” the Black Witch
began her Black Mass sessions with spirited evil and debauchery,
conjuring terrifying dreams and consigning victims to a black pitch
all the while laughing and reveling in all the evil and debauchery.

The Black Witch delighted in being “The Devil’s Concubine” by name,
for her liaisons with Lucifer made her omnipotent and devoutly unholy.
Her unbridled sense of power and invincibility was the Black Witch’s aim,
for this fed her conviction to do vicious and evil things—to be unholy.

To know the Black Witch was to realize a gorgonesque damnation forever 
while she pursued the unholy glorification of her master—Lucifer.
The Black Witch was granted the power of all hell-spawned demons forever
to support and consummate her unholy activities in the name of Lucifer.


Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (August 19, 2014)
(Rhymed Quatrain)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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Night Of The Living Dead

Rising from their graves,
Breaking through the ground,
Raised by radiation waves,
They are coming to your town.

Board up all your doors,
Nail them good and tight,
Or there will be blood and gore,
By the end of the night.

They tear down your walls,
Break through your window pane,
No one can help you at all,
When they try to eat your brain.

Those dead eyes make you shiver,
You scream out with alarm,
Zombies try to eat your liver,
And, chew on your leg and arm.

There is no point to tell her,
That it is just too late,
Go hide down in your cellar,
You cannot escape your fate.

Zombies are the living dead,
They do not easily expire,
So, cause injury to their head,
Or, burn them with fire.

Hungry zombies do not give,
Oh, you better run,
Or you will not live,
To see the rising sun.


Written by: Kelly Deschler
October, 11th, 2013
For Leonora Galinta's contest -  
"Halloween-Only One Theme...Zombies!"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Halloween Haunting

A deserted house awaits spirits to enter,
trapping whomever chances temptation.
Secret rooms align front and center,
hoping to give an antic sensation.

On the porch a jack-o’-lantern waits,
to scare someone with his ugly face.
Howling winds blow the rusty gates,
just in time for the black cats race.

Naked arms stretch for the moonlight,
planning to snag a witch on her broom.
Shadows hide in the blackened night,
waiting for Dracula to leave his tomb.

A dense fog cloaks the dank cemetery,
where the dead lie with rotting remains.
Rising to an itinerary of skeletal vary,
dragging their lengthy rustic chains.

Grizzly ghouls sleep in a stagnant swamp,
awaken only by sounds of screaming laughter.
Suddenly the leaves rustle with a stomp…
leaving a Halloween haunting here after.

Copyright © 2007 By Caryl Muzzey

Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2013

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Apple Pickin' Time

Pick those crisp, red McIntoshs, 
And warm some caramel for dippin',
Pick those green Granny Smiths,
And heat some cider for sippin'.

It's time for apple pickin',
Down on the rural farm,
And Halloween treat or trickin',
With some rustic country charm.

From the beginning of September,
To the last day of November,
We will be gone apple pickin',
Makin' fun moments to remember.

Pick those crisp, red McIntoshs,
And warm some caramel for dippin',
Pick those green Granny Smiths,
And heat some cider for sippin'.

None of you will be sobbin',
Cause right before your eyes,
There's a game of apple bobbin',
And some homemade apple pies.



Written for Isaiah Zerbst's contest -  
"Apple Pickin' Time"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Halloween Moon

Icy fingers follow trick or treaters
As full moon chills this creepy night of fright.
Cold wind tears at their frightening costumes
Within her shadows of foreboding light.

October 19, 2015
Halloween Moon Contest
Sponsor Eve Roper

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015

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Halloween Moon

On frost chilled night twinkling stars wink through misty shrouds 
as miniature monsters in drunken sugar trances carouse the twilight.
Good pious folk stay hidden with candy alms against the fright, while
the swollen Halloween moon whimsically grins down at such a sight.


10/08/15

Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015

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A Purple People Poem

Retro thrusters, smokey hot,
Thunder in the dim of night.
Sprouting things all green and broke,
Mutant brains are taking flight.

Mole like beasts with huge blind eyes
Push and pour from glowing holes.
Corpses scream with undead cries.
Gelatinous blobs expand with souls.

Bodies flail in polka-dot bikinis
While death rays rip through flesh and bone.
Heady cyborgs sip oily martinis
With metallic olives that chirp and groan.

Curious apparitions haunt vampiric covens
Of werewolves and werecats without revulsions.
Scientists (most mad) create life in lab ovens
In the midst of their monstrous id compulsions.

But the worst and most horrific to face
Are those poetry spouting people beaters,
Cannibalistic abominations from outer space:
The shunned and reviled Purple People Eaters.

Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016

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Halloween-Shadow

Clouds drift slowly like soft tissues across the lonely cold face of the crying moon, absorbing its golden tears and leaving the night painted in ebony darkness. Darker still on Halloween, the ethereal shadows seem to solidify and come to life taking labored breaths, pulsing and writhing, in the changing lamp light's starkness. He is the shadow, ancient as the contorted limbs on the twisted leafless trees that cast grotesque shadow puppet silhouettes against the canvas of the sky. Need palpitating, he remains melted in the corner of the cemetary behind the church's old bell tower. How long he has been here he can not remember, sitting and waiting, always waiting. He hungers for emotion and savors each delectable morsel, anger and hate has a delicious taste, so creamy like freshly churned butter, but lust is his desire, his deepest craving and what he waits for this night, as he licks from his gnarled hands the sticky remnants of blood and doomed soul of his latest victim as he lay in the filth of the street raving. Remaining hidden in his favorite haunt, the alley by the graveyard where few people pass, only the most deviant come, muggers, murderers and ladies of the night, the ultimate chocolates. The dulcet sound of epicene heels echo on the pavement near him, the beautiful vamp her prey in tow, unaware she's on tonight's menu, moves into the shadows... as he waits.
10/05/15

Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015

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Halloween moon- for contest

Framed twixt thumbs and fingertips
in Earth shadow bloody red
torn from sky and placed on lips
eucharist now for the dead.

For Halloween Moon contest, sponsored by Eve Roper
October 18th 2015

Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2015

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It's Elementary

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...


www.scripca.com

Copyright © iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2010

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The WitchTrain

The night of the living dead is coming…
Take heed and lock your doors
The witch trains blow the whistles
As they leave the devils jaws.

He strikes the boilers on this night
He lets the witches catch his prey.
They dress as zombie’s ghouls and ghosts
But they are here to take you away

The witch trains come to take your mind
The bokor controls your undead life.
The devil sends the zombie’s
For undead flesh to hand out strife.

The zombie has no thoughts to own
He is controlled by higher authority.
So lock your doors on the night of the dead
Or the zombie will come and take thee.

Use your mind, the one God gave you
Put thoughts of good into your head
Revile the zombie that eats your brain
You don’t want to end up a living dead.

© GG 15/10/2013

In south Africa the .witch trains. were believed to be staffed by Zombie workers controlled by witches that took the night time passengers and turned them into zombie slaves.
 In Vodou Bokor is a sorcerer that revives the dead and controls the mind.

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013

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Halloween

Teeth for corn in yellow molars.
Green-leaved ears entwined.
Stalks of husks for backbones.
Layers wrapped in rind.

Goblins out to play.
Scarecrows in the field.
Hands with teathered grasses.
Wheat that's left to yield.

Moonlit yellow haystacks.
Straw in crooked threads.
Monsters in behind them.
Ghouls without their heads.

Pumpkins thick with pulp.
Orange and wet and ripe.
Stripes in fatty circles.
Stems bent like a pipe.

Halloween is here again.
Man puts on his armour.
Time to plow the field.
The man we know as farmer.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2013

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The Legend Of Lonely Street

The night was dark the moon in hiding, squeals and giggles around the streets 
All the children dressed in costume begging sweets on trick or treat.
None dared to go to Lonely Street, no treat could entice them there
The legend of the cloaked man with a staff still lingered in the air.

The riches of the gilded street does not welcome Halloween footfall
Lonely Street would remain so, this year none would call.
The legend said the cloak-ed man glides along the street
None heard footfall, as he followed those indulging in trick or treat.

A blood curdling scream assaulted the ears, followed by another
Children ran and scattered, screams and tears they could not smother.
Along Lonely Street the cloak-ed man was heard to give a laugh
“Why scream my little ones?” in his hand he raised a staff.

“You are here to celebrate the waking, and walking of the dead
Come hither my little ones this is what tradition has said.
You dress as ghosts and spirits long gone, begging for some treats
But then when somebody refuses you, you trick them, that is weak.”

To do this on the night that we, the dead awake
You should surely know its time for us to teach you your fate…
I am here to collect all your souls, you will join us in the flesh
You celebrate and dress to please now you will visit the devils crèche.

He raised his staff high, his cloak opened wide
With a howling wind the children were blown inside
His cloak was full of all the souls of the young 
Their screams were heard, to the night they clung.

No more was there a Halloween night in that area or surrounding
The souls on Lonely streets stay  in and still their hearts are pounding.
The Cloak-ed man is waiting; he is waiting each year on Lonely Street
For the sound of children laughing as they dress as ghosts on trick or treat…

© 29/08/2012.



Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012

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Witch's Brew

Her jack-o-lanterns flicker in the room Bringing that eerie feel to those who look The witch cackles as she stirs her cauldron An evil brew which inside looks like gook The smell is terrible, she laughs with glee She knows what this potion can surely bring A curse to an entire town that shunned her She’ll make each and every one of them sing She clips a few hairs off of her black cat Puts them into the boiling concoction She zaps a flying bat, takes out its eyes She makes it complete, spits in the potion With an evil laugh she gets up and pours Takes the brew and places it into vials Knowing that each person in the whole town Will suffer with pains and lots of trials
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

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Monster Groove

I went to a monster party,
At Castle Frankenstein;
With lots of food and spirit,
The fun kicked off at nine!

Ol' Frankie did the robot,
I stepped to a jitterbug;
The floor began to quake,
We really cut the rug!

I moved on to a sexy witch,
We slid across the room;
I broke down in a two-step,
While dancing with her broom!

I was jammin' to the Charleston,
The Werewolf joined in too;
Igor failed to fight the beat,
He danced without a clue!

Dracula did the tango,
I boogied with the Bride;
The Mummy looked bewildered,
As we did the electric slide!

I tap danced on a table,
Three zombies did the same;
I stripped down to my boxers,
They shouted out my name!

Jekyll was rather classy,
Wielding his futile pride;
When the music struck within,
He turned to Mr. Hyde!

The chandelier was shaking,
Skeletons hit the floor;
I danced to a rumba,
The crowd was wanting more!

Everything was peachy,
Oh what a beautiful night;
Along came the Invisible Man,
And started an awful fight!

He squeezed the Bride's booty,
Other ladies felt the same;
And when the dust had settled,
Guess who took the blame?!

Off went the music,
So long to our fun;
I had no other option,
But to tuck my tail and run!

Those who partied with me,
Were raising such a chatter;
The crowd was crying out,
"Put his head on a platter!!"

I aroused the little lady,
To an ear-piercing scream;
Hallelujah for a nightmare,
It was just an awful dream!

Was it really just a dream?
A thought raced through my head;
"Honey, I have a question",
"Why's that witch hat on our bed?"




  




Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2014