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 ~
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
OLD CHRIS CRINGLE HALLOWEEN JINGLE
Did you know that Santa always had a secret desire,
To explore and experience the holiday known as Halloween!
This jolly spirit whom brought the world of mankind such joy,
And wonder on the Twenty-five of every December, had a
Mischievous side, a childlike curiosity about this
Spookiest of Haunted holidays!
So when Mrs. Clause went to take care of her allying
Sister just before this mystical season, Old Chris Kringle,
Made up his mind to go forth unto the world of men
And see what this spooky hullabaloo was all about!
A magical being himself, he thought it best to appear
In a childlike form, dressed up of course as an elvish imp,
After all this whole experience was brand new to him,
He knew not if this costume, would help him to fit in,
Or not, but the excitement over rode judgement's
So Santa grabbed an old pillow case, put a sign
On his bedroom door, do not disturb getting some
Extra zzzz, while Mrs. Clause is gone on family business,
So in this way those nosie elves would not get curious!
Than sneaking out the back door, he loaded up a tiny sleigh,'
To one alone reign deer, and road off into the darkness
Ready to investigate this holiday known as Halloween!
The full moon above seemed to light up the dreary shadows
Below, as Santa landed in the village of sleepy Hallow,
A party was going on in a large manor house, what better
A place to begin Chris Kringle thought to himself!
All within were dressed in variations of costumes,
Laughing and singing, bobbing for apples and feasting,
What festive scene to behold Santa Clause decided!
Dark and devilish decorations, were hung from high to
Low, pumpkins all lit up with grinning smiles all carved
Out hallow glowed in a sinister fashion!
It Kinda of creeped the elderly gentlemen out to be
Honest, but he was going to investigate this dark
Legendary season no matter what, outside little
People came knocking at the door, dressed as vampires,
Werewolves, witches and more, forgetting he himself
Had changed his personal form, a large lady spoke
Excuse me little master, shouldn’t be outside with the
Others, whoops Santa said your right, and he joined
With the others!
Every house on the lane, was all lit up aglow, with
Pumpkins, and dark macomb designs, grave stones
Marked RSVP, or black cat motifs what does this
All mean he thought, wired to say in the least!
He’d almost made up his mind to return home,
As fast as he could, when he heard the voices of
Children ring out, trick or treat and candy of all
Types poured outwards to these eager monstrous
Tike's, now I understand free goodies at any age
Is a wondrous thing?
At this point old Saint Nick was hooked, as the
Years of sneaking out to partake in this ghoulish
Holiday past, he learned that other things were
Involved in this spookiest of holidays, but the spoils
Of this sweet toothed holiday could not be denied, and the
Happiness of children’s faces hiding beneath their sticky masks, made
It all worth it to Chris Kringle, this jolly fellow from up north.
What a Halloween jingle for old Santa Clause to speak,
Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good
To eat, but it is after all Halloween is it not, HO, HO, HO
Munching on his goodies treats, laughing all the way!
By Cheryl ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO MYSTIC ROSE, LOVE YA SIS
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015
Don't sit inside and wear a frown,
go outside see what is found.
Gaurenteed you won't be bored,
the four seasons will be adored.
Winter for Christmas, Spring brings flowers,
all that grows loves warm showers.
Summer we swim and get lean,
fall brings a Boo on Halloween.
No matter what time of the year,
the four seasons are enjoying and dear.
So Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall,
these great seasons complete all.
Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016
The music at Wal Mart drives me insane
Even employees, are known to complain
It seems very wrong
To play Christmas songs
At Halloween time! Now, who is to blame?
They take "Silent Night", and they turn it to noise
They run over Granny with a sleigh filled with toys
The beautiful sound
Of the season is ground
Into our brain, until good will is destroyed!
Why can't they save carols only for Christmas?
Do they think sooner will drum up their business?
I wonder what goons
Thought beloved bunny tunes
Should welcome our Easter, before Valentine kisses?
The whole world is rushing the holiday seasons
We seem to forget the meaning or reasons
We celebrate one before another is done
Please Mr. Wal Mart...play music to please us!
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010
HALLOWEEN MEETS CHRISTMAS
Tis October now and I
say; Trick or Treat?
And all that walking -
I'm now dead on my
I go in the shops - and
see signs of Christmas -
Someone please tell
me - it's too early for
Halloween is approaching,
that I do know -
Horrible goblins and
Bonfire night is all yet to
When all around us - the
air is so numb.
It never should be like
this you know,
Both Christmas and
Halloween - together
What has happened -
to all our seasons?
When we have both
Christmas together with
witches and demons?
I'm not a lover of this,
fake festive time -
It did used to be fun -
it was so sublime.
Maybe and angel will
change my views;
'But until that does
happen - It doesn't
Money and greed - is
what Christmas is,
The birth of Christ - is
it a mystery, I guess?!
Too commercial - as
every day life,
And all this festivity -
causes too much strife.
May the ghost be with
you every day -
Even when you're
unhappy - and when
October is here - I now
shed a tear -
For Christmas time,
now - I just may shed
Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014
There is no greater pleasure than the mixture of fall and winter
We start with Halloween
The pumpkins, the sweets, the treats
Black and orange set the tone
The chill is just starting to hit your spine
You can smell it in the air
Feeling on edge
Waiting for the scare
BAM! It comes, it goes
The temperature drops
The turkeys better run
You better buy your elastic pants
And make room in your house for the whole family
The fire, the gathering, the attire
The smell of pumpkin floods your nostrils
You gain an internal warmth
Let us say a prayer for this meal
Look outside, winter is now here
The transition from fall has been made
Pull out the scarves and hats
And set out your Christmas mats
The fat man is coming to town
Put away your frown
This is a jolly season
Decorate the houses, prepare the tree, sip your cocoa
Mistletoe is in the air
And the sound of wrapping paper is in your ear
We're getting close
You better turn in your list or you're toast
Sleep early, listen for the jingle bells
Christmas morning, looks like Santa stopped by
Welcome to winter
Say goodbye to Finter
Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2013
Twenty days plus one hour is what it takes
The October country requires no less
Halloween land is treacherous with black glass sharp
Slime covered dark rocks that cut
Green rain is acid, leaves everything deformed
Not far beyond this realm is snow and ice
Pure thoughts evolve there on the spot
Some call it the Arctic circle
When we see red and white spun on the pole
Going retrograde may not seem normal to the mind
It is imagination that defines the magnetic vortex turn
Christmas comes in a minute right on time
Sparks the Aurora Borealis
Packaged, warped, wrapped warm inside
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
You used to laugh every time Charlie Brown fell for lucys same old trick you never said it but your brain smiled and told you what lucy would say next .football head .
You came to work with goggles a cape and slippers on your boss thought it a bit odd and said heros dont live here go home. You moped down the walk then snoopy and Woodstock appeared on your shoulder and you understood there language and what they wanted to take you for a ride.and they took you past the sky.
You cheered for linus in all his precious moments the day he became friends with a girl with cancer and even faithfully defend her from mean little chicks.the days he carried that blanket around like it was his soul and caused every little kid in the world to follow the leader and if mom stopped to wash it they all had a fit and the days of the great pumpkin were you told your mom to never plant a pumpkin in your backyard after watching it but secretly were saving seeds.
Your childhood you grew and your last Christmas as a child you still watched the peanut christmas special wether they were dirty or playing the piano or just a brave dog kissing lucy they were all there at Christmas giving you something to hold onto.
Copyright © tifarrah miller | Year Posted 2015
When I Was but a Child
And Bedtime Stories Were Told
I'd Go to Sleep and Dream
Covered up Against the Cold
I Remember Fairy Tales
And Christmas Time Was Nice
When Everything Had a Blanket of Snow
And Dripping Water Turned to Ice
But the Stories I Remember Best
And like to Hear about
Were the Ghosts and Witches on Halloween
And How to Keep the Goblins out
Well, the Goblins Never Got Me
Not until I Was Grown
I'd Have Felt Much Safer as a Child
Had this Fact by Me Been Known
I Never Knew What Goblins Were
Except That They Would Get Me
But Now I'm Grown I Know
They're Big and Dark and Ugly
Lies and Broken Promises
Are What Feeds Them Everyday
They Steal in and Break Your Heart
Before They'll Go Away
So If You're Just a Child
You've Nothing to Worry about
It's When You Get All Grown up
The Goblins Will Get You....
If You Don't Watch out
Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Christmas b4 Thanksgiving
The madness goes on
Seems like the lyrics
To a bad song
Halloween comes earlier
The pranks are cheesier
The turkey's not the best
Then finally when
U have grown overweight
Your teeth fall out
From your Halloween date
Last comes Christmas
It seems to be the best
There's gifts and there's food
To help lift your mood
The New Years rolls around
Everyone's drunk in the town
They act like a clown
'Til the next day rolls around
Copyright © Jennifer Gibson | Year Posted 2015
Goodbye Halloween it's Christmas time to tout.
We'll all be getting presents then.
We won't go door to door or dress up anymore.
Here Santa comes at Christmas when...
Midnight strokes of Christmas Eve.
Our stockings by the fire.
Wax candles on the mantelpiece,
spaced opposite to spire.
A Christmas Tree that's flickering
inside the corner full.
The star on top the treetop twig
as holy as it's pull.
A wrap in rust upon the couch
where mama hopes to sit.
Two tables at the sides that show
two lamps of oil lit.
One wooden reindeer on the floor
connected to a sleigh.
It's walnut wood to warm the heart
the Christmas spirits way.
A dim lit room to share the night.
A Christmas scene of lore.
The spirit of old Santa Claus
come Christmas time once more.
A clicking of the rooftop tar.
Eight reindeer or I'm told.
All harnessed to the fattest man
as jolly as is old.
His entrance fanning chimney air.
The fireplace leaping out.
His joyous laughter roaring on
spontaneous to his shout.
He quickly stuffs the stockings snug
and places all the gifts.
Then raises up his one small finger
from which his being lifts.
Once more inside his sleigh above;
a snap to crack the whip.
He nods aside the reindeer heads
and off they go a-rip.
The little sleigh going dangling on.
It sliding through the sky.
The far horizon beckoning him
as Santa waves on bye.
Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2016