Social Halloween Poems | Social Poems About Halloween
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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?
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.
Tribute To Halloween
Also Entry For
Donna Golden's Footle Fright
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
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