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Details | Blank verse | |

yellow dress

if i woke up from
on the kitchen table
and saw her standing
there at the fridge
pouring tomato juice
into her bloody mouth,
wearing nothing
but that yellow dress
she cut in half
last halloween after walking
to the river where she
said the most beautiful things
about dancing with the moon
right before throwing up
something black & fleshy-pink
on the rock where i was sitting,
& we walked back to eat
a fried egg standing
next to the stove where
she would light her cigarettes
swigging shady ladys, silently
listening to my developing dissatisfaction
& some sort of lingering love,
if she was here right now,
staring blankly at flies buzzing,
i wouldn't be surprised,
even if it has been three years since she died.

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

   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 ~    

Details | ABC | |


Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night, 
from an evil source that I fear to strike. 
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices 
that when I found my stallion horses. 
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide, 
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide. 
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep 
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat 
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast. 
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.

by Keith Kadell

Details | Quatrain | |

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...

Details | Narrative | |

it's magic

it's magic!

A prestidigitator I know
graciously agreed to show me
how to make quarters vanish
for small children in costume
on Halloween night.

After insufficient practice 
the night came for me to 
offer the choice, "trick, or treat".

Few came by to engage in the 
uh..."hallowed" American tradition
but that is another trick.

When asked "Do you want the trick, or 
do you want the treat?",
everyone, said "treat!", much to my dismay.

The final costumed charges came up,
a probable four-year-old girl
and her younger brother in tow,
mother at the driveway.

I asked her the question, expecting 
the previous answer in return, but
to my keen expectation, she answered "trick!"

I proceeded to pull out a quarter
and do a slight bit of slight-of-hand, 
somewhat clumsily, but when I opened
my hand to drop the vanished coin
into hers, she looked at her empty
hand for a few perplexed seconds,
then began to giggle uncontrollably
- now that, indeed, is magic to me.

© Goode Guy 2012-11-01

she got the "magic" coin and a big candy bar.

Details | Rhyme | |


It is that time of the year
When all the shopkeepers begin to cheer...
They've started the season sooner than before
In hopes that it will bring people to their store.

I am more tied to the traditions
Than I am to these indiscretions...
So it makes me go bananas 
When Halloween is followed by Santas!

Who would have ever believed
That this kind of irreverence could be conceived...
It's not for glory, for thanks, or for wishing us luck
It is only that they want the almighty Buck!

As for me, I'll sit home and drink a beer
I never shop, until December 24th of the year.

Have a Merry Christmas!

Details | Free verse | |

The River home

It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares .  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend .

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "

Details | Quatrain | |

Autumn Air

It’s near, it’s here you can feel and smell it too
Autumn has blown in; the air is worn out, not new
The decaying of the leaves fills the autumn breeze
Blowing free and fast it brings in the autumn sneeze…

Flu season has arrived with the decay filled autumn air
It’s not right we didn’t get a summer, it really isn’t fair
All the seasons strike a fear in someway for all of us
Winter snows, the north wind blows and makes you want to cuss…

Spring brings with it hay-fever, another sneezing season
Summer gives us sunburn, but we risk that for a reason
We all need the sun we bathe and wallow and breathe it in
But when the autumn reaches us, it really is a sin...

Dark nights swoop on down, just like a Halloween ghost
Winds batter us all inland and not only on the coast
Rain is ever constant, breeding fresh new bugs for flu
So autumn air is for the flu-jab, it’s now time for that to renew.
© 31/10/2102~GG~

Contest entry for “Up In the Autumn Air”

Details | Free verse | |

wanna come thank me for getting bin laden shot america

or do you want to tell the person whose first name is sang by sinead o connor
middle name is sang by fred durst
and last name is mentioned by fred durst

do you want to tell me, the person you just spent 13 years mad at
singing and dancing to my misfortune
and rubbing your happiness in my face as you exclude me from sex

do you want to tell that person whose name you plastered all over your war
that he had nothing to do with surviving it
do you want to tell that man
Troy Jeremy Nelson
who just lost everything 17 times
to start over
that he was not your allie
in whatever that was?

let me put your name alll over a war
and then wait for your enemy to show up
and ask you
what does that guy got that i don't?

everything now
you murdered my grandpa
you murdered my friends
you murdered my sex life

and you sang and danced to my misfortune to the tune of your lies
pretending i was your friend called an alibi
you didnt bother to even try to keep alive

do you want to come telll
Troy Jeremy Nelson
that your country just did that too
that thats not what happened?

Im not sure how long your going to live that lie
the thousands of people concerned and involved in that persons endless
and i mean endless nightmare
might just come tell you what has been making them cry.....

Happy Halloween tho

oh and p.s.
next time you put somebody else in the middle of your war
to play the victom of that person's nightmare
you caused
take notes to pass into the future
as to what is about to occur
to you
may be a life lesson
to history

Thank you for not caring (sarcasm)
thank you for not answering my letters (sarcasm)
thanks for going the wrong way, in the wrong direction, to do the wrong thing
that whole time i kept pointing out a drug ring blackmarket, you people didnt care 
about (sarcasm)

thanks for calling me a liar as to what has taken place in my life(sarcasm)

so whenever you are free to hand me a bunch of things with your smiling face, and 
names all over them
to make me feel better for the way you treated me
singing and dancing to the sound of getting away with murder
for the miracles youve stolen

my big brother doesn't like to dance around and play house, pretending to be 
someone hes not
in a singing competition, racing against his sense of fear
do you want to come tell the man just tortured by malpractice
with his name on your war in your music,
he had nothing to do with winning it?

Details | Tanka | |

My Boo

<                          halloween haunting's
                       black shoe polish foundation
                             ruby red lipstick
                       pillow stuffed under big dress
                        red white bandana for hair

                               spatula in hand 
                       eggbeater in dress pocket
                              pillowcase for loot
                       daddy's boots causing blisters 
                          aunt jemima memories 

Entry For
Paula Sweanson's
Halloween Of Tears Past

Tribute To Childhood Memories

Details | Couplet | |

Fastest Gun In The West

<                                      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

Entry For 
Halloween Costume Contest
G.L. All




Details | Sonnet | |

Beautiful Lies

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?

Details | I do not know? | |

...."The Final Toast."

"What does light have to do with darkness!?...."

Like mixing champagne miscreants

Within a simile laced frosted glass

Of crystalline stones mingling these

Crowned guises....

Fatidities of peremptory phantasms

Oracular silhouettes of the predisposed?!

Rising in unison unto a collective toast

Toward deceptives destiny; their very own

Whisperings billowing within ceramic tones....

These phantoms of the Pharoahs final call

Unto finalities masquerading opera

Respondez, s'il vous plait!?

Where on a blackened tie adorns this omnibus

The guest of honour with such, hollowed eyes

Smiling, as pressage greets them all....

Raising this metaphoric flume; a symbolic vessel

To these midnight mass miscreants of soporifics

Fatiditized oraculary made realities; fasicles

Standing before phelonians robes of fallacy?!

While as fantasias final chords begin their

Beckoning from afar; this preemptive echoing 

Personifications, blood red rose....

Calling, afore this latter days gatherings of

Soon to be forevers, predisposed; ex parte


....The final toast!?

Note: ~ A resurrecting moment from Halloween 2008....
~ "'Love' & Warmth, Always," John!:) ~ "Hebrews 12." 
Smile ~ "Its 'A Beautiful Day,' So Don't Let It Get
Away!?":) ~


Details | Dodoitsu | |

When the Candy Corn Attacks

When the candy corn attacks The yellow and the orange And the ever sweetened white All come after you They take you in their sweetness Enveloped and morphed inside Grand scheme of candy delight To take you within Just when you thought you were safe Candy corn comes attacking Right on the offensive track With high awareness The yellow slows you way down And orange curls your stomach And white takes and knocks you out Combination punch Of all the Halloween tricks This one seems the deadliest To the weary partygoers Trying to have fun
Entrant into Joyce Johnson's "My Favorite" contest 9/1/2012

Details | Ottava rima | |

Halloween Creatures

Bats that fly outside on Halloween night Through a light yellow-orange tinged full moon They scare easy from the ghosts that delight In bringing fear to all those that would swoon From the evil zombies that are in sight To the witches flying around with brooms All these wonderful creatures are laughing Where the Jack-O-Lanterns lay their blessing
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

Halloween Haunted House

There’s an old mansion On top of an eerie hill Where path runs crooked And candles are lit inside Where ghosts triumphantly float The place exudes hate An evil holds firm within Manor feels desperate Bats gloat of their great catches And black cats find their mice here The place warns of fear By Jack-O-Lanterns hither Lit with dark presence They guard the cemetery That envelopes the front porch No trick or treaters Come by this mansion at night For even the devil Avoids the creepiness here Pain and suffering present Spiders live nearby Capturing the larger prey Trees are dead, spooky Set off fear beyond the grave A Halloween haunted house
Russell Sivey Entrant into ~ SKAT ~'s "Tanka me this, Tanka me that, Tanka me any poem you want :-) " contest 10/6/2012

Details | Sonnet | |

Scenes of Boogiemen and Vampires

Night is suffocating with lots of fear Scenes of boogiemen and vampires quite near A haunted house sits on top of a hill Where spiders scatter about on the sill A single light is lit in upstairs room Looking frightful as if to spell some doom Lightning flashes to reveal a graveyard Where the dead lives again in his backyard The pathway up to the dark front entrance Is littered with Jack-O-Lanterns that dance There are snakes that wait for one to walk by So they can strike at him, cause him to die The whole land smells of great fear and of fright Bad place to visit on Halloween night
Russell Sivey

Details | Rispetto | |

Field Of Gold

Field of gold, not rainbow's end but golden rods
The corn stalks shocked_dead, dry, dusty just wait
Cotton fields have been defoliated; odd
Modern way, now fields white unto harvest date
Pumpkins_ broomstick gourds long to be used for fall
Or Halloween_there was a witch eyeing all
She wants new broomstick to ride around full moon
The die is cast_evil goblins ways are hewn 

Written with Russell Sivey in mind
Contest: The Ultimate Halloween Contest
Written by : Sara Kendrick
On this day September 28, 2012

Details | Tanka | |

Where Fear Expounds

The freezing front porch Holds many Jack-O-Lanterns Glowing with great pride Flooding the front porch with light For this very special night Witches fly about In the air with their old brooms Sure to curse someone With their evil laugh they have They work very late at night Black cats prowl the porch Looking for those who fear them They find some victims Over by the neighbors door A fear composed on this night This time of the year Where it’s cold and fear expounds People walk the streets Looking just for something sweet All this on Halloween night
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

The Creepy Mansion

The creepy mansion Old and decrepit it sits Dark save a lone light That glows red in upstairs room The sounds are eerie within The night sky is green Where the moon glows beneath it Clouds cover at times Lightning flashes bringing fear And thunder scares all around Evil radiates Throughout the dark old mansion Passersby fear it As skeletons lay in yard And zombies walk over graves At Halloween time The mansion is all aglow Terror is brought out The night howls at its horror Halloween is its main show
Russell Sivey

Details | Quatrain | |

Full Moon at Halloween

There’s a full moon at Halloween this year With characters being dressed up as death Everyone loves to bring a lot of good cheer While evil tries to go and take your breath There are flying creatures that fly by night Owls, ravens, and bats are to name a few They love the full moon with lots of fright Going all about scaring everybody and you The haunted house which is upon a large hill Is the most frightening place you’ve ever seen A place of great fear, a place to give a thrill All these things are on this night, Halloween
Russell Sivey

Details | Rengay | |

A Lone Candle

A lone candle On Halloween night Softly burns The traces exuded Doesn’t burn my eyes The light it creates Lights up a small area Confined spot The shadows grow Across the table Is long and eerie There’s a soft glow That comes from the wick It burns real slow Down to the quick Leaves soulful imprint
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

Orange Lights

Orange lights that say What Halloween means to me At this time of year Comes rushing into my heart Each time it fairs to be real
Russell Sivey

Details | Sonnet | |

Front Porch on Halloween

Pumpkins line up my porch with their glory Orange and purple give about great fury Halloween features are present throughout Skeletons sit on the steps where they shout Bright jack-o-lanterns are lit all around Live bats rest on the roof, soar all at night The path leading up to the house is found Dormant tree, creepy looking, is a sight Spiders are known to be somewhere close by Their webs are seen in every corner, sly The Halloween torches burn here tonight Eerie glow that portrays fear of their might All Hallows Eve does bring joy to my heart As the bright moonlight covers every part
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

Halloween Nights - Halloween Night

Halloween Nights The image of death Complete with scythe and old robe Walking towards you Down harshly-lit pumpkin path Through dreary cemetery Old leaves decaying Crackling sound scare passersby Darkness of the night Keeps everyone on the edge Ghosts play, riling each other Terror impedes growth Of poor small children passing The haunted mansion With all bats flying around Screams of unwary people Dances of creatures And skeletons scaring all Who dare to walk by All of these pieces of hell Happen on Halloween nights
Entrant into Gail Doyle's "Halloween Night" contest 8/23/2012

Details | Free verse | |


Stepped into the bath tub
Slipped, slid, tumbled
Cracked my face against the wall
 in a  blinding flash 
Black and blue a Halloween mask
Slipped again a complete spin
Totally dazed and shaken now
Why ,oh why did this happen to me
They say God has all the answers
Wonder what it will be?
Happy  New Year? Mmmm.

Details | Free verse | |

Go Tell

When I went out on the porch this morn, tiny spider's mother had strung her web
across right in front of the door..

I did not tell cute tiny spider to go on down yonder and get your mother

No, this mother was scary drawn up with her feet pulled in a ball

When she stretched out, why I had to move on 

She straightened me out right fast..

Mothers are like that when their child is threatened.. 

Just had to write this being Halloween is coming up soon...

Details | Quatrain | |

Haunted House

They cling to both my legs in terror
My little ones who just wanted  a thrill
Approached with laughing anticipation
The haunted house just filled the bill......

First was the bowl of white eyeballs
That floated in what seemed to be blood
A hand reached out from the middle
The shrieks of horror came in  a flood

Then a skeleton  who slept in a coffin
Sat up and shrieked with all its might
His hand reached for the nearest child
They screamed in wonderful fright

Evil black bats kept flying above us
And their fangs were a sight to behold
A bite on the neck was anticipated
 Bloody shreiks their enjoyment told

I could hardly walk their hold so tight
Ages six to nine and two in-between
After a cup of hot cocoa they confided
They'd never had a better Halloween....

A true story for the Halloween contest..
Barbara Gorelick

Details | Rengay | |

Halloween Spiders

Creepy spiders A Halloween favorite Many fear them Walk around on lit Jack-O-Lanterns Waiting to bite the unsuspecting They’re on brooms That await the witch’s travel The witch’s grand show Bats swoop down To try and eat the treats That the spiders catch All bugs that are caught in webs Are wonderful foods for them both But Halloween spiders Still love the human taste Ones to fondly bite
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

Ghosts For a Function

Have you ever seen Ghosts all dressed for a function Some elegant dance Which they will be attending A scary Halloween whirl
Russell Sivey

Details | Rhyme | |

Halloween's brightest ballerina

In this world, everyone wishes for something.
Some are frivolous, like wanting a diamond ring.
Others are serious, like wanting to get better when ill.
Not every wish can be granted by God's goodwill.

Things happen in life and we don't know why.
Even when we don't want to, we have to say goodbye.
If I had a special power that I could use for good, 
there is one girl I would give it all up for if I could.

This year I am giving her the best Halloween she ever had.
We will walk around and I'll smile, even though its sad.
She is dressing up like a ballerina or tiny dancer.
I'll be a superhero, but my powers can't take away her cancer. 

If I had superpowers that I could sacrifice for her, 
I'd give them up in a minute, that's for sure.
Even if giving them up, meant that I would be gone,
there is no question, I'd sacrifice myself so she could go on.

So I would use my one wish and use my powers, 
so she can live on and in the spring, smell the flowers.
Only seven years old, but her body it just couldn't handle.
So close the book, ring the bell, light the candle.

Next time you are wishing for that new thing at the store, 
remember that life is what some people are wishing for.
Maybe one day we will all be grateful for what we've got.
We'll see that we have a life, and be thankful for this one shot. 

***By Chris Matt for Linda Marie's contest “Bell, Book and Candle.”***

Details | Haiku | |

Going Halloween Haiku Crazy

Fear, extreme feeling
Carves hollow points within me
I may run away

It hurts to be so
Deeply afraid inside me
Tears roll down my cheeks

May I escape fear
The terror still left inside
Must rid of all pain

Afraid to move on
I seek solace from the hurt
Peace to be free, hope

Hope to find a way
Out of Halloween's darkness
And into light's grace

Russell Sivey

Entrant into PD's "Going Halloween Haiku Crazy" contest

Details | Rengay | |

A Halloween Treat

During a full moon The light shines eerily down On a barren tree The black cat roams through the night Shows fear to all in its way Ghosts float around tree Wispy nature about them Producing great fear The glowing pumpkins Beneath the old dying tree Attract the cats near The bats fly with the ravens Near the straw enhanced scarecrow All these creatures bring About their creepy strange ways A Halloween treat
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

Creepy Halloween Evening

Feelings for this month Brings chills to my weary bones A skeleton’s romp Creepy Halloween evening Skulls to laugh the night away
Russell Sivey

Details | Rhyme | |

Yes, There Really Are Monsters

The content of this poem is semi-graphic, so please be aware of that before you 

Yes, There Really Are Monsters

Growing up as a child, I never wanted to sleep alone.
Fearful of the isolated darkness and mostly the unknown.
“Mommy is there monsters?” a question I would commonly ask.
“Only on Halloween my dear, the ones we see in masks”

Still not satisfied with her answer, I questioned her more.
Asking her the same old thing as I did the night before.
Frustrated and exhausted, she took me by my little hand.
Looking under my bed, in my closet; even the night-stand.

“So see my daughter the monsters are only in your head.”
“It’s time to get some sleep Stacy Lynn, now do as I have said.”
Respecting mommy's wishes; my little body trembling with fear.
Wishing the hour was morning, praying for “him” not to appear.

But as darkness faded, an uncomfortable silence fell about.
I could hear the monster stirring, preparing to come out.
Hoping the noises I heard, were my brothers fooling around.
Pulling covers tightly over my head; praying not to be found.

Footsteps getting closer, the monster is at the foot of my bed.
I hear his heavy breathing; this is not at all what mommy said.
Quietly lifting covers back, he lays down in the bed beside me. 
Touching, groping and mauling; covering my eyes so I can't see.

He took away my childhood and my trust and self-esteem.
A pleading child without a voice, invisible as it would seem.
"So yes my daughter there are monsters, everywhere we look."
Stating as I remembered my childhood and everything he took.

Details | Rondeau | |

There's Fear For All

With the orange and black tonight There seems to be an absent light Halloween comes, frightens many Perfect season, quite uncanny Many forget about the fright I say Halloween is for sight And the sounds of evening’s delight There’s no complaint for smells plenty There’s fear for all Orange for pumpkins, black for night I don’t know the skeleton’s plight Darkness consumes, breaks vanity Allows the creatures travesty Corrodes old minds that aren’t bright There’s fear for all
Russell Sivey

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

When Nightmares Reign

When I was just a little girl,
no taller than Daddy’s knee...
there were lakes and forests,
wildlife as far as eye could see.

Deer had no fear and roamed
our garden for a morning snack.
Bears came down for garbage cans,
bears red, and brow, and some black.

We had a half acre garden where
our food supplies were always grown.
The women filled canning jars all day,
till the root cellar shelves would groan.

There was a clothes line for every yard,
where sheets and jeans waved in the wind.
In winter the laundry would freeze so hard,
Daddy’s overalls would not fold or bend.

Eisenhower can through our tiny town,
resplendent in a Ford convertible of blue.
Not a care was given for terrorists...
they were something we never knew.

Montana was a peaceful place for a child.
No pollution for tiny lungs that were bad.
No crime sprees anywhere ... cep’t
wild boys who on Halloween went mad.

But years passed by and I began to see
things were changing wherever we went.
Moved to a city where things were spread,
but still left room to pitch a camping tent.

Sixty years passed by, living leaves us blind.
The changes came slowly, sprawl and blight.
No silence to be found anywhere even on
a starry spring and sweetest warm night.

Murder was a scary word, and when it was
in a newspaper, print was half a foot high.
Then little by little the numbness came,
and it’s on every paper box we pass by.

I worked my life away and grew older
as each year left its calendar mark for me.
I felt the discontent rub my very soul,
as I  grew less safe and far less free.

Came a September day we call 911...
I watched with horror as all of us were to do.
All at once fear was a hovering shadow 
that turned my life from content to a dark hue.

No longer do I feel safe...I wait for the siren call,
when some half-crazed zealot will send more planes.
And when those planes fly over, I tremble in fear
of the nuclear bombs that on this land reigns.

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |


In September I remember the summer that went by
I remember in september those birds that flew so high.
 Halloween is comming, thanksgiving after that
 then Christmas time is here again and santa's oh so fat
New years should be fun, then soon there will be rain
it is then the cloths we wear can not be the same.
 In natures ever cycle we call this time the fall
 where in the breeze thats blowing, natures slumber calls
We sweep and rake the leaves, thats scattered all about
while all the time we're knowing, in the spring time seeds will sprout.
 In September i remember those days that seemed to last
 I remember in September, these years go by so fast.


Details | Sedoka | |

Hanging by a String

Hanging by a string Are white skeletons and ghosts For a Halloween party Twisting in the breeze And really flying high In the Autumn night event
Russell Sivey

Details | Rispetto | |

Cemetery Ritual

On an eerie and foggy Halloween night A couple enters a dark graveyard with fear Hearing noises of a ritual tonight Knowing that demons and skeletons are near A sacrifice of a virgin is their goal The demons hearts are really black as coal Raising the fierce zombies up, they do attack The couple turns and runs never to look back
Russell Sivey, Form: Rispetto
The eerie fog is even denser now; Our couple wander, praying to get home, But find themselves inside a wizard’s lair; He’s chanting from a heavy, dusty tome. He raises rotting corpses, smelling foul; They grab the couple, bite and tear to kill; Our heroes die, then hear the wizard‘s voice, And rise to serve him too, against their will.
Jack Horne, Form: Rhyming verse Contest: New Contest Team Work Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton 9/1/2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Colors of Halloween

The colors of Halloween spark such great interest
Like the orange of a pumpkin that delight
With a face that can bring a lot of fright

The great ghoulish color green surely brings unrest
Could be seen as the color of their deep eyes
That the undead have inside when they rise

The color purple has a mighty sheen, could be best
This eerie color comes forth from the dark spell
That the evil witch casts, bringing forth all of hell

The color black is Halloween, greater than all the rest
The color in which the deep darkest shadows cast
The ones that call forth evil that will surely last

All these Halloween colors bring life one would jest
They brings a delightful feel to all on Halloween
A playful feeling for everyone is truly seen

The colors of Halloween spark such great interest
The great ghoulish color green surely brings unrest
The color purple has a mighty sheen, could be best
The color black is Halloween, greater than all the rest
All these Halloween colors bring life one would jest

Russell Sivey

Form Costanza

Details | I do not know? | |

do you know who you are

your the dirt i walk on everyday
your the one who calls me names
your the who hits me your the one who hurts me
not just my heart but my whole self-esteem
your like a bacteria thats disintegrate in my hands
your like a joke that washes in the sand
your like a witch in halloween 
not just scary but your mean
you were like that all your life
because you didn't get treated right
now you take it out on everyone and me
its okay cause you've set me free
you feel that way cause you hold it in
so let it out will let you win
you brought me here 
you scare me with fear
you make me fly 
when your sky high
you make me laugh 
you make me cry 
you make me sing when your fine
you can tell the difference between a lie
some day you will die
you are very strong 
you know right from wrong
do you know who you are?

Details | Rengay | |

The Three Witches

Pumpkins are made Into freaky Jack-O-Lanterns Fear made within They’re delivered to an old house Decrepit place, unkempt and scary People talk about Three witches that live inside Evil they are Turn children into Vast numbers of toads Simple spell spoken Now on this night, Halloween night They come out to roam the streets Looking for strays Those innocent victims Fun for Halloween
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

Ravens Await

The bats fly by night Through a dark eerie graveyard Where ravens fly down And move onto the gravestones An eerie darkness exists The moonlight comes in Opens whole new spark tonight Leaves the witch within Perfect spot to make the curse Cauldron contains all she needs Jack-O-Lanterns guard Protect the evil inside The grove holds the spell To bring the youth of the young Straight onto the wicked witch Then the bats return To the old rickety tree Which to roost after - Their long search for devil’s blood To keep them alive so long The ravens watch, wait Their turn will come soon enough Where they will be called To show their mark of the dead On a strange Halloween night
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

Clock Tells

As time leads me now Reaching Halloween evening My clock tells me so An evil grin it does show With boo written on my face
Russell Sivey

Details | Haiku | |

Paint Me A Picture

intreguing white orbs
great for carving or painting
during fall gourding

Happy Halloween All

Entry For 
Raul Moreno's
White Pumpkin Contest 

Details | Dodoitsu | |

It's Halloween Night

Ghost of a bat haunts this night From a tree limb way up high Scaring those that walk on by Fear mastered by it There are spider webs around It’s known the spiders are there Somewhere near the tree tonight Waiting for victims Up the path is the mansion Haunted by ghosts of the past Scaring those that do venture Who might come and see These frightful things all come out Just one fearful night of year A night of witches and ghouls It’s Halloween night
Russell Sivey

Details | Lyric | |

Freak Show

Hello? Hello? Is anyone here? I am here for the “Freak Show”. Fine don't come out. If you can't see yourself in a mirror, Come here Come here. If you don't fit in, Come here Come here. If you're full of terror, Come here Come here. If your made of tin, Come here Come here. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Down here we don't judge, We don't care if your fudge, If you have flames, Or even fangs, If your made of fur, or if you purr, Come down for the Freak Show. 30 seconds on the clock, Those hands go tik tok, It's almost time for halloween night, Get ready for a real fright! Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Just scare those kids, Into little bits, I'm sure they won't mind, It isn't a crime, Invite them inside, For a little surprise, You are supernatural, Or even bichemical. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. WELCOME HOME.

Details | Rengay | |

Terrible Elixir

She boards her broom Going for a trip in the sky Traveling over the moon She looks for her potion An evil concoction To spray in the heavens With the foul smelling devils brew A terrible elixir A toxic mixture That will feed the demons Within the dark ground The skeletons will so soon rise And start to walk the Earth That’s just the start Of the Halloween sequence Compliments of the witch
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

The Little Vampires

The little vampires Are dressed in their very best Drinking red grape juice Acting like it was some blood The little rambunctious ones They toss it away Acting like the blood escaped No matter the mess You must understand their view The fun Halloween brings them Excitement with glee Their hearts beat with candy corn They think the world’s great Full of the evil monsters All crawling within their lives So let the vampires Play like they do love to play With their red grape juice And the mess it sure creates For they’ll always remember… The fun you let them have tonight!
Russell Sivey

Details | Rengay | |

Soul of a Hollow Pumpkin

Soul of a pumpkin Creates shadows all about Fiercely within There is always a skull That lives near the pumpkin It speaks the truth Of a forlorn witch nearby That likes to curse She mixes spiders And their many beady eyes Into a cauldron Where magic comes out All for the Halloween season Here the magic flows Straight from the hollow pumpkin The light shines inside
Russell Sivey

Details | Crystalline | |

Light of the Pumpkin

The life of a carved pumpkin reigns In the night it glows very supreme Edging the ends of the light inside Glowing face to gleam on those near A great Halloween piece that lives Deep within my heart to shine all night
Russell Sivey

Details | Rispetto | |

Front Yard Scene

In my front yard there is a very old tree Filled with Halloween tricks for this heinous night Light of a full moon would eventually Set up the scene of some skeletons tonight They play with the black cats that sure walk around What horrors that this night creates does astound There are witch’s brooms and their assorted spell books That sit on top of gravestones giving wry looks There are fearsome scarecrows with their outstretched arms And ravens that fly around and fly so free They show the evil of the yard and its harms All fictitious true, but still a sight to see Halloween brings out intense feelings within Shows us just how bad it surely could have been But the fun leaves its mark, as this dark sight does Over the top scene I have for front yard shows
Russell Sivey

Details | Couplet | |

Seasonal Surrounds

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
Russell Sivey

Details | Rhyme | |

Haunted House

There’s an abandoned house down the lane A dark place that no one ever dares to enter through It’s been said that all who lived there went insane So they shut it down, yet it holds an evil way of staring at you You might here the creaking of large iron doors As evil lurks beyond the gates, hatred is its score Only the bravest of men should dare enter its lure Even those will be screaming "I don't want any more" The windows reflect red piercing eyes that look deep within your soul Seeing the fear that runs a chill through your bones Because you know the history that this house dwells A gateway people say leads to the depths of hell The house is the epitome of what is evil A living, breathing entity of which is hate A deep darkness, a fear that this is real Kills all that enter here, meeting their fate Last Halloween night, one person was dared to go in So he walked over to the door and turned to look at his friends where they stood Then suddenly the door violently opened wide and something grabbed him Ever since then they see him as a decaying ghost that roams around the neighborhood
Created by: Gail Doyle and Russell Sivey

Details | Nonet | |

The Spirit of Ruby Anne

This was written for Halloween :P

A silent, roaming apparition
Was the wife of a physician
While away on a mission
He married a magician
Without permission
His volition
Sliced open
His wife's

The wife never loved another man
Poor, broken-hearted Ruby Anne
She died one day in Cheyenne
Now, everyday, you can 
See where it began
Ruby Bouman's
Spirit will

Dawn D. Kilby 
Copyright ©2008  Dawn D. Kilby

Details | Quatrain | |

Death Glen

On the dark ancient dirt path they’re walking A young girl and boy going down the path Each with a lit jack-o-lantern pumpkin With faces of evil, lurid with wrath They shake with fear on this Halloween night Knowing there are things lurking beyond sight Just then Judy trips on an old raised root Down she goes, to the mercy of the night A specter, from the deep forest, greets them The two scream, just for it to be taken And absorbed by the fearful ghost present They run, two spooked kids running, not faking At once they stop, and look where they are now Somewhere deep inside the midnight forest The full moon offers little light for them While a witch flying, there’s no time to rest After running again in sheer terror Seeing their lives in real danger again They see lights ahead, hope it’s the city After they enter, they know the Death Glen Witches of all shapes and colors great them Offer them protection from the forest However they stay away from pumpkins Kids realize now the jack-o-lanterns jest Their parents knew just how to protect them Through another path they find their way back Will always keep a lit pumpkin with them Halloween is frightening in all black
Russell Sivey
It Has Begun!!!

Details | Tanka | |

Stroke of Twelve

At the stroke of twelve Midnight comes and the wind blows The full moon shines down Opens eyes of the pumpkin Sharing its wondrous powers Laying on the ground Is the old skeleton, strong Twinkling with the moon Where magic casts its shadows All throughout Halloween night
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

Halloween Cake

Orange and brown cake Perfect for Halloween night As partygoers enjoy All the fun of the evening The tastiness is perfect
Russell Sivey

Details | Rispetto | |

A Bell Toll

The dark night comes rushing in, an evil bask The evening spawns many Halloween creatures Sky a deep purple, poison to do its task Darkness comes in full force with all its features The moon comes rolling out, a dark orange glow In a distance a bell is tolling real slow Festering the nighttime air with hate tonight Symbolic of the pain imbued on this night
Russell Sivey

Details | Rhyme | |

Halloween World

The Halloween world moves only at night
        We’ve got spooky food, a mighty skull cake
	Full of little skulls and blood that is fake

The witches arrive and fly out of sight
	Leading the way of all the devilish fiends
	Where monsters follow evil and hate it seems

The Jack-O-Lantern is lit and stays on tonight
	Warming the hearts of many people around
	The feel of Halloween, it comes and surrounds

Halloween is the night that fills me with delight
	A comforting intensity fills my humble soul
	Where terror and fear comes and takes its toll

The Halloween world moves only at night
The witches arrive and fly out of sight
The Jack-O-Lantern is lit and stays on tonight
Halloween is the night that fills me with delight

Not for Andrea's Constanza contest

Russell Sivey

Details | Light Poetry | |

Stick It To Him { Footle } Light Poetry



                                                         Out there

                                                                       Used stake 
                                                                                He's baked

Tribute To Halloween   

Also Entry For 
Donna Golden's   Footle Fright

Details | Rispetto | |

Webs, Pumpkins, and a Cauldron

Here we go, Halloween is here, finally I sure look forward to these happier nights A wondrous short segment of reality A grand time brought to us full of sweet delights Outside where the lamppost rests are spider webs Waiting for the fog to reach, perfectly said And the great aura that Halloween night shows I completely and wholly desire to know To feel the awesomeness, the fully dark sight The bleak wind slowly breezes its way inside I devour the nature of Halloween night Sometimes I find myself wanting to abide Giving all of me into the creation Pumpkins becoming a delightful nation Sitting next to the sleek lamppost they’re glowing Halloween’s got its powers and is showing It reaches a nice place so perfect and true This night is special, cool in its unique way You want to display everything that’s brand new A brand new Halloween which you see today There’s a cauldron near the lamppost just sitting Whistling a tune from over its hot kindling The scene with the webs, pumpkins, and a cauldron Bringing Halloween its power, just hang on
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

Halloween Roads

The Halloween roads That run in all directions Like Howling Alley And Cemetery Circle Take you from the telling sign
Russell Sivey

Details | Free verse | |

Halloween Thoughts

If I didn’t think that Halloween was so special
I would think that it was dull and quite boring
I love Halloween and all of its wonder
I think it’s the greatest holiday of the year
But if I never thought of it that way
I would think it was the worst possible day
I’m fascinated by all the devilish things around
The sincere innocence of this time astounds
If I didn’t think of all of this splendor
I would think that the innocence is just a front
A front of the evil that could be played
But I don’t think that, I believe it is a great time
A time of joyful glee and trick or treating
Dressing up in costumes and going to parties
I would hate all of this, if I thought differently
I wouldn’t enjoy the full moon, and the black cats
The witches and creatures of the deep would be my boon
But my heart is with this Holiday, everything it stands for
The fun of the skeleton dances and the bats that fly
I love to think of the Jack-O-Lanterns that smile at night
But if my thoughts would change, I wouldn’t enjoy
All of these feelings that I do love to employ
Spiders and maggots, creatures of the night
I wouldn’t stand for them, I would hate this sight
I however think what I do think, simply delightful
I will always love Halloween and all its wonder
The festivities of the season will remain in my heart

Entrant into Nancy Jones' "If I didn't think what I think, here's what I'd think" contest


Details | Tanka | |

Adorned Fireplace

The fireplace is filled With wondrous Halloween tricks Hollow pumpkin light And real witch’s hat with black cats With a branch to frighten them Lights adorn mantle The orange and purple ones Secure the fireplace For when it becomes dark out Fireplace glows with eerie light
Russell Sivey

Details | Free verse | |

The Children Of The Streets 3 (2008)

This poem is of gross content and viewers are warned of such.
This is written for the children, none of us knows the sufferings they must endure
by the hands of their captors. Let their voices be heard in the night. Do not
turn a blind eye just so you can attempt an escape from reality. Listen for once and maybe 
one child will be safe in the night.
   Wickedness lives in our world and children will continue to suffer by their hands
unless we the responsible take charge of our responsibilities and keep watch
over them, That is our solemn duty, do it right.
   For the sake of the children.

Tonight I search for tasty treats
All the lovely children of the streets
They are everywhere walking
Alone, serene
I'm going to love this Halloween.
   Hello there children, lovely night
Don't grip your bags of candy so tight
Smile my sweet
Have fun, lets play
Tomorrow you will not see the day.
   Try not to be frightened, all is well
Although you think that you are in hell
Come here my love
Lets dance, lets sing
I am going to do everything.
   Tommy, you and Sarah play
On top, yes right, that's the way
Does it feel good?
Isn't this sweet?
This is wonderful, EAT YOUR MEAT!
   Did that hurt? Well lets try it like this
There my dear now this is bliss
I love you Tommy
So smooth, so soft
I'll leave you to sleep here in the loft.
   Oops, I'm sorry, Tommy died
Come here Sarah, you'll be the bride
Touch me there
Thats right lets taste
Turn around love while I hold your waist.
   Do not worry love, it's supposed to bleed
This is how two now become three
Oh well, too bad
You didn't last long
Your cries, your whimpers were lovely song.
   Now will I sleep amongst the dead
While sweetened thoughts dance through my head
Until next years Halloween 
The night will bring me beautiful treats
All the lovely children of the streets.

     Placid Poet
     September 13, 2008

Details | Free verse | |

waiting on october

when the sun finally shines its last hot beams of
annoying rays down upon the slimy suntan-lotion-saturated 
bodies &
the convertibles get taken back in the garages &
the vast groups of lame ass motorcyclists who drive only during
the summer months (gliding on their gross neon-colored crotch-rockets)
disappear &
the swimsuits, tank-tops, flip-flops & birkenstocks are all 
stuffed back into their proper drawer in the dresser
(with all the sand cleaned from every nook and cranny in question) &
all those little kiddies hawking their lemonade all have to go back to school
(thus closing up those awful stands that pitifully provoke people into pretending that they wanted a dixie cup of watered down yellow sugar) &
the clothes hardly covering any of the strapping young lads 
and the sexy young ladies all are traded in for clothes that do the exact opposite &
all the bugs start to die while the birds start to think very seriously about beginning to pack up the ol’ nest n’ begin flying south &
all the picnic-fanatics go back inside &
all the campers are done masquerading as outdoorsmen & women (going back to the cities where they came from) &
all the country folk who took their lil’ vacations to exciting metropolitan settings & tropical paradises have gone back to their mundane towns & villages &
we who love the changing foliage,
the apple cider donuts,
the colder temperatures nuzzling their way in,
the shorter days coming,
the crisp breeze blowing,
the pumpkin spiced coffee drinks, pumpkin pie, pumpkin muffins & pumpkin cookies,
the cardigans, flannel shirts, jeans, hoodies & all other of our layers 
finally broke out for our comfortable frumpiness, 
the scented candles burning throughout,
the little rugrats (probably the same ones that were hawking the yellow sugar water) dressing up for their halloween &
halloween in general---
will no longer be waiting on october.

Details | Free verse | |


She was raised in a loving home
learned the Bible at a young age
yet tonight she sits in county jail
felony charges for lying and theft
hanging over her beautiful blond head.

She'd just gotten a great job
after graduating from high school
they'd even given her, her own car
trusting her with their patients
whose lives are so fragile.

And her best friend is out on bond;
the poor dear didn't even know
a friend could do a thing like that
getting her into trouble with lies
she had so blindly believed.

Like a fox, hiding the truth
behind a bushy flick of the tail
she'd been told a tall, tall tale
that the jewelry belonged to
the friend asking her to pawn it.

Now they are both in big trouble
probably scared out of their minds
like children lost in the dark
unable to find their way home
on a cold Halloween night.

They've long ago lost their candy
it's been taken by some big bullies
they cannot hide behind their masks
as these too have been stolen
by some pretty awful mug shots.


Details | Verse | |


Full moon Tracks through the sky Over mansion Which is haunted with ghosts Screams are often heard from it Frightening Pumpkins Are there aglow Jack-O-Lanterns Bring joy to most, their smiles But to some their smiles are fear Frightening Bats fly About the sky Within the dark Scaring the innocent Some say they turn to vampires Frightening Lost bones Skeletons walk Restless beings Looking for fresh drippings Of kidneys, livers and hearts Frightening People Walking around Not knowing fear That will be coming soon A Halloween spectacle Frightening
Russell Sivey Form Vignette

Details | Tanka | |

The Halloween Porch Formula

One part fall flowers To two parts Jack-O-Lanterns That’s the formula For warm greeting on my porch Sending in Halloween guests
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

Headless Horseman's Head

Large skeletal hand Holds the great headless horseman’s Head, a huge carved gourd A pumpkin that glows within For all of Halloween night
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

Hallowenn Cookies

I want those cookies In shapes of many creatures Like black cats that prowl Pumpkins dressed up and spiders And of course the scary ghosts I do want them all For they are the tastiest When it’s ghostly time And when ghouls and goblins roam On special Halloween nights
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

Anticipation of Halloween

Anticipation Of Halloween’s greatest fun Kids look forward to All the lit pumpkins and bats Spiders and mummies delight Skeletons galore Werewolves, owls, haunted houses Graveyards and full moons The smells and sounds of this time Is so vast and filled with fear Perfect collection A lovely grouping of things That Halloween brings Feelings even ghosts will share On this holiday we care
Russell Sivey

Details | Rhyme | |

Stranger at Halloween

On this Halloween night
A stranger came to my home
My parents invited him in
From his cold nightly roam
I hear them talking
As he comes every year
My father distraught
My mother in tears
He stays for a while
As they chat away
Sometimes they laugh
But, mostly it's grey
Its hours later
As i hear the front door
This stranger has gone
Just like the years before
I'm older now
And as curious as can be
As i follow the stranger
Down a dark local alley
In the distance i see him
To the cemetery he heads
This night of all nights
To the place of the dead
Brave as i am
To follow him there
Its as far as i go
From a distance I'll stare
He disappears
Into the mist
As i head off home
My question is wished
Mum and dad
Who was that man
He comes every year
For a chat and a dram
Son, the man who left
Died so long ago
During World War II
At Scapa Flow
He can never rest
For his soul is forsaken
The loss of his colleagues
In the war were taken
On October 14
The crew of his ship
In torpedo assign
A German U-Boat 
The U47
Delivered it's load
And sent them to heaven
He's a lost lonely soul
Who stayed in this house
For he always returns
To his loving young spouse
That's the story
On this Halloween eve
Of this tragic young man
And his roaming grieve

Details | Rhyme | |

Gargoyles Keep Watch

The bats fly away in the deep of the night
And the ravens aren’t that far behind
These creatures filter and are thusly aligned

The black cats skirt around the coffins alright
The ones which contain the skeletons
Where the night surely goes and beckons

Jack-O-Lanterns bring about a lot of fright
Their frightening faces will scare anyone
With the eerie light deep inside that’s molten

The cemetery is the zombie’s great delight
Where they eat to their fill from the graves
The gravestones all have their names engraved

There are witches that fly about in the firelight
Casting curses to all that dare to walk about
Scaring all those fearful below without a doubt

All these creatures wander about this midnight
Under a full moon, the gargoyles keep watch
And life within Halloween kicks it up a notch

The bats fly away in the deep of the night
The black cats skirt around the coffins alright
Jack-O-Lanterns bring about a lot of fright
The cemetery is the zombie’s great delight
There are witches that fly about in the firelight
All these creatures wander about the midnight

Russell Sivey

Form Costanza

Details | Tanka | |

Curse of Hate

The witches held men Up against the wall of pain Where they are shackled To take the brunt of the curse Leaving them helpless to hate They will infect more Of their own people in town Creating hate throughout The townsfolk fear their return How they will spread hate around Death sure soon follows To kill the many lost ones The curse will live on Through the few that were taken Where Halloween brought a curse
Russell Sivey

Details | Free verse | |

Her Every Desire

Her Every Desire

She is like the gangrel bat
All dead tails
And white lace
Black painted fingernails
Softened by whimsical’s
Wide eyed
Over a thin lip tea cup
She smiles

Reading the leaves of a bedraggled misfortune
Your own
Over purple velvet cloth
Where many a throat
Has stained its last
She simpers
Tittering on her be-witch-craft
Flashes bedeviled laughs
Behind the net and beaded veil
The glint of eyes as cold as steel

The last drunken fool you
Of the roadside café
Does not sense the spindle legs
Creeping in a shadows pool
By final cast edge of window light
A frantic dagger clutched to her breast
In the crypt chill of her black tattered dress
“May I read your fortune?” she says

She holds out her palm white spider web
You see the crimson painted lips
The soft swell snow of her rising breasts
As wide come hither pupils beckon
And the vodka thinks it’s a pass for sex
You’re taken in
On the promises of that low cut dress
And into her vice your upturned hand is pressed

Her sultry whisper lingers on a hiss
“Oh tonight’s your lucky night yessssssssssssssss
“You are going on a journey yesssssssssssssssssss” she says
“Uhuh mmmmm you will forefill her every desire
“In a room of purple and red yessssssssssssssssssss
The alcohol distillation of your senses
Has no apprehension
And that cocky self surety lets her lead you from the room
Out into the thick dank chill
Of a Halloween night



Details | Tanka | |

Dressed Up Pumpkins

I enjoy pumpkins That are dressed in many forms A witch, skeleton Mummy or even a bat Each filled with a light within Each bring a special Feeling deep inside of me A glowing pumpkin Showing off its great powers That Halloween brings to me
Russell Sivey

Details | Free verse | |

The Way I See Halloween

Signifying the season One that my heart follows Flowing through my veins She laughs at me And my desires Trick or treats lasts only For as long as dusk But then the real life Of Halloween begins Even days before The love is shown The house full of Delightful pumpkins Carved in horrid faces Witches potions around With the hats to show They were there The skeletons baste In the yard Glows under the moon Spider webs spread about Mummies sit on the porch With the many pumpkins Of the Jack-O-Lantern sort And with the skeletons Are the scarecrows That hold the ravens That follow me around Lights are eerie And turned down low This night keeps me up With its electrifying show Dancing with the evil Only found on this night Brings a subtle joy inside No man can comprehend It’s truly amazing The enormous feelings That ghosts feel too This is why she laughs at me
Russell Sivey

Details | Tanka | |

Carving Pumpkins

I love pumpkins sure All those big and small are fine The big ones are best But the miniature ones Can be lots of fun as well I enjoy carving Pumpkins into feared faces Those creepy dark ones Then I light them from inside Perfect for Halloween night
Russell Sivey

Details | Free verse | |

Just Listen

No sounds 
no instrumental 
Just my breathing 
and my beating heart
forgive me but I'm trying 
to be sentimental 
I just don't know where to start
how does one get in your heart? 
I'm searching for diamonds 
not the broken parts 

Your beautiful and 
My emotions are high 
and I don't know what 
I'm getting into
but do we really need a reason why
when our heart sees potential 
I think I'm definitely worth
getting into 
I'm pouring out my heart 
just using a paper and a pencil
my two favorite utensils  

I wanted to avoid spilling my heart
like a cold coffee being knocked over 
Love has knocked me down 
and I'm still slouching over 
I want you near me 
because it feels as natural
as having Halloween candy on 
October 31.

I bet you could rip through this plastic rap
and find the real me using just your teeth
and I know you could savor me like cake down underneath 
but all sexual stuff aside I really just want
you to hear me.

Feel me.
The real me. 
No distractions.
I only hope for a positive reaction. 
Your lips on mines intertwined
Just listen to my body
and the beating of my heart
than maybe you'll know where 
to start. 

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Halloween Tree

The Halloween tree Fearfully stark and barren Empty of Fall leaves But holds creatures of the night The moon rests on its branches
Russell Sivey

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Gingerbread Creation

Gingerbread Creation, fall food Sweet icing A great taste Ghouls and goblins surround it A Halloween treat
Russell Sivey Form: Shadorma

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The Unsurpassed Magic Of Autumn

It's not just the colorful display by mother nature,
With her painted trees, nor her whispy clouds,
Escorting in the premier chills of this sweet time to be alive,
Or the eye treat of our little dressed up trick-or-treaters,
Nor just the first hint of comfortable sleeping weather,

I somehow associate Autumn with a magic moon,
Hanging in the sky, it's light dispelling all gloom,
A sight that never failed to thrill me....
It's moonbeams passing though my windows,
Enriching my bedroom...and all that I see...

In Autumn, I'm always a child....
I time travel back...
And the joy is more than wild,
I remember how it meant,
Christmas was coming soon,
I'd take possession of the Speigel Catalogue,
And walk in circles in the dining room,
Dreaming of toys I wanted so bad...
Staring at their pictures, the longing so sad...

Then there was the outdoor fun,
Of jumping in leaf piles,
And Halloween traditions.
Scary stories,
Bobbing for apples,
Cupcake parties in school,
Anyone not excited, was some kind of fool...

Yes, Autumn has always been,
My favorite time of year,
A time we all face,
Our sub-conscious fear...

But fear is an activator
Of many fine things,
We grow closer to our families,
To protect us from harm...

And at it's root core,
Autumn has so much charm.

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I'm Sorry

I didn't mean to I swear
It was an accident no doubt 
That Halloween night
We both went out

It was supposed to be fun
And cause a terrible fright
To those who walked by
On an innocent night

Turns out it did scare
But in a different way
I hope you can forgive me
For what I did to you that day

I was a cowgirl 
I didn't know it was loaded
We were playing around
The whole thing exploded

She lay on the ground
It must be her fate
I called for help
But it was too late

I killed her that night
With a backfiring gun
I shouldn't have given it to her
But I can't fix what I've done

I just thought I should say 
Goodbye to you all
I'm going to find her now
I've learned pride comes before a fall

I know you've been hurt
I've done this to you
I'm doing what I can
This is what I can do

I'm going to find her
And make sure she's okay
Make sure she's happy
I'm going today

I'm raising the gun
Putting it to my head
I'll die like she did
God, take me instead