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Details | Rhyme | |

The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn


Details | Diamante | |

Halloween Diamond

Bones Pale, chalky Hating, stalking, gripping Skull, skeleton, Jack-O-Lantern, candle Humbling, pleasing, comforting Orange, hollow Pumpkin
Russell Sivey


Details | Free verse | |

Near Halloween

When witches go riding, And black cats are seen, The moon laughs and whispers, ‘tis near Halloween!
Author Unknown


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 | |

Beast



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...


www.scripca.com


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 | Pantoum | |

The Mantle at Halloween

The mantle is the place for Halloween It holds the black and orange candles Plus a mirror to reflect everything seen There is really enough for you to handle It holds the black and orange candles Bats come out and dangle by a string There is really enough for you to handle It’s just the right amount of everything Bats come out and dangle by a string Two pumpkins are lit from the inside It’s just the right amount of everything They all combine for fear of the outside Two pumpkins are lit from the inside Plus a mirror to reflect everything seen They all combine for fear of the outside The mantle is the place for Halloween
Russell Sivey


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 | 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
me
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
FALSE PROPHET

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 | 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 | 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 
Skat's 
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 | Haiku | |

A Happy Halloween

A skeleton dances On top of an old coffin Evil pours through him A ghost prowls on by Looking for someone to scare Who’s the next victim A black cat sits near Superstition is his craze People fear his kind Bats scurry about By the moonlight they go on Seeking fearful kids The Jack-O-Lanterns Sit with their huge ginning smiles Wishing you Happy… A Happy Halloween!!
Russell Sivey


Details | Haiku | |

going haiku halloween crazy

rattling clanking chains
making blood curdling noises
disturbs the ghost's rest 

for PD's contest


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 | 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 | 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 | Free verse | |

9-11 HALLOWEEN

Mist, Mist..
Why not whisper, why not speak?
When upon thy shrouded depths,
Thou knowest truly, what we seek

Darkness, Darkness
Why be quiet, why not be shrill?
When your hoot and squeal and growls,
Shivers our spine, with unbidden thrill

Cat, Cat
Why be fair, why not be black?
Then your hackles and caterwauling,
Sends us scurrying, to home be back.

Hag, Hag
Why be frail, where is your broom?
When your ire and witchy hex,
For wayward kids, spells dreadful doom.

Road, Road
Why be lively, why not be lone?
Your dark stretch once cast shadows,
Dancing wickedly, with the wind’s soft moan.

Moon, Moon
Why be normal, why be so pale?
When it’s your ghostly light and full visage
That sends the night, to howl and wail.

Trees, Trees
Why be silent, why won’t you creak?
The touch of your twisting limbs,
Will send us running, though knees be weak.

Bat, Bat
Why in flight do you shy away?
When your flap and eerie screeches,
Bolts us upright, from where we lay.

Statues, Statues
Why be still, why don’t you blink?
When your lifelike and weird stare,
To morbid fright, makes us sink.

Where has thrill, and childhood fear went?
The dread craved, without any harm meant,

Remembering…    
The simple fire lit stories, From whence one conjured,
The demons of the night,
Feeding eerie appetites.

For now this world, has darkened indeed,
With the very evil, that is man’s own deed.
With horrific crimes, atrocious and vile
In contrast makes sweet, the bitterest bile.

Woe for ‘tis sanctified no more, the domain of life,
Taken cold blooded with nary, a conscience’s strife.
Children though chaste, with this horror not spared,
Man’s grimmest side, to dire fullness bared.

The great divide, between men and monster,
In these darkest of times, exists no longer.

That is why…
My mind whispers and hoots and growls,
Caterwauls and moans and howl and wail,
Hexes and shies and stares and blinks and sinks... 
Down, down, down.

For I pity this frail humanity, 
In its sad, sad, sorry plight,
That ponders why innocence has gone,
From scare’s warm embrace, 
To TERROR'S cold arms.

- Originally posted as TERROR TERROR. 

Copyright by the Olongapoet,
George Daniel Anos Oct. 12, 2008


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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | |

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 | 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 | 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