A night to transform yourself,
and beg without shame.
Pillowcases wear make up-
Wrappers and trinkets.
The Thanksgiving porch:
Mouth with one neglected tooth-
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?
Close your windows; draw the blinds as day turns into night
Shut your door and wrap up warm with a bedside table light
Close your eyes and try to sleep but also stay aware
As what may happen in the night could seem like a nightmare
You'll start to hear the sounds of souls, moaning cries and screams
You sneak a peek around yourself but nothing is as it seems
From the ceiling drip by drip and down the walls it flows
Pools of blood soaked in the rug to ooze between your toes
Ghastly ghouls and grimacing ghosts trapped within their doom
Creep and crawl under your bed and float around your room
They'll slide over your covers and slither in-between
As they wriggle to whisper in your ear...
Have a happy Hallowe'en!!!
Take heed do not forget heritage.
Being thankful should not fall on rage.
We have dropped this sacred holiday.
Commercialism, no way to pray,
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "HOLIDAY HEARTH"
ps...I have noticed lately there is less and less holiday decorations being sold for Thanksgiving,, we go from Halloween to Christmas to quick for that monetary value.
THE BOOGEYMAN WILL GET YOU-LOOK OUT!!
They have said that to me ever since I was a wee boy
Lurking under the sheets,in the closet,behind one's back
Especially at night when we are susceptible to the vivid
imaginations of our peers' taunting ravings of Unmentionable
crawlers of the dark and fright
I would not sleep with the closet door half open to fill these
frightened pupils of what may hide behind
It would scare me out of my adolescent mind,to know that something
SINISTER would come from the shadows and SCARE me to death from behind
Every little boy or girl would be so sensitive to the Boogeymen stories that their
elders or friends would tell them,how green and deathly evil their eyes can be
when they look back at you.Is it purely imagination or something of a twisted and
macabre sense of humor that our brothers and sisters would like to throw back
at us..for kicks and thrills,Halloween night terrors of unimaginable thrills
When I was younger,the Man with a Forever Grin,would like to ridicule and
terrorize me with his Devil-may-bite smile and assistant ghosties who would play
along for the HELL of it.
I may be a grown man now,my friend,but whenever I pop a HALLOWEEN dvd in
my player,the mind cannot help but recollect the pictures of Night Terrors that
forever go bump in the night where I live..
I hope the same can be said of those same Vile screamers that terrorize us in
the first place..give them a taste of their own WICKED medicine
Enormous party tonight
She’s wearing a dress
A long black and orange gown
The most beautiful girl there
Halloween candy so nice
Like sugary spice
Crispy, creamy, chocolate
With tasty raisins
Trick or treat goblins
My tooth is
© Joseph, 10/10/2007
© All Rights Reserved
The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven
lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second line
five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line three,
and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark.
Each line has one thought relating to the main course. The Epulaeryu poetic form
syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around the main
course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement
and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph
I don't know where we all live, but if concievable, how about a Hallowen dress up
Party? Kids, spouses, maybe s even music. Maybe a prize for best constume.
And some of my "schtick!" Let me know
Subject line and matter what's the matter there must be many abuses of the
system close the door make a number on the card give it only to the elite one.
The poor children die stoned in the ditch rhymes with witch. When the ruling
factor is wealth and fame added unto name and they say who are you anyway
what have you done today lets party and have sex behind the closed and guarded
doors. We are all elite and the ruling force. A man does not walk like a pigeon
toed duck. Good luck out the door just go away the lice and mice and lingering
doubts play. Romance and faltering footsteps failing sight and failing heart. We
knoe just what the girls say to one another and how they treat a poor old
homeless man. They play keep away and worse they add it to the verse of every
rhyme. Eye am eye. My title is eye. Eye is the title of the eye. Eye found October
wine to be too decadent the label was not tasty to my eye. Eye lost the will to lust
or fill my belly with the must of crushed and shattered grapes of dust. Please just
skip the Halloween and bring thanksgiven to my eye. Try hard to advertise
Thanksgiving with the popcorn that eye crave and leave the candy corn for
children they deserve to try it out but eye could never count the kernels in my bag
or have enough. The title is in doubt.
Hating People Halloween Too
Hating People Halloween Too
I met a man I didn't like,
He told me Superman ain't real.
He said' angels fly without their wings'.
And he would teach me how?
All I could do was SCreeCH!
Because it's halloween,
and I should'nt preach.
Have a Happy Holy Holiday.
Angels are real and they have wings.
Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice