It’s a dimly lit, darkly entombed spot
Here sits a lone black weeping willow tree
Night encroached leaving nothing you can see
Its cold, nothing about this place is hot
Not a ray of light surrounds to get caught
Evil basks within the nooks quite empty
She sits, there on a stump she sits flatly
Devoid of emotion, hope isn’t brought
Expressionless she stands with great power
The tree bows right to her beck and call
She stands mighty and tall like a tower
Grove seems to be protected by a wall
All who happen to see her would cower
All she sees is hate, her soul crushes all
* Left over Halloween poem, I forgot to post this, enjoy!
She sits on a broomstick, one that’s floating
Looking at the full moon, she is gloating
She holds the fiercest lit pumpkin ever
Glowing with a demented face clever
Below is a witch near a huge cauldron
She’s stirring greatly for a large potion
Both of them cackling evilly with glee
While pumpkins shutter on ground fearfully
An owl calls his song along the long night
And the bats carry their own sounds with might
There are red blinking eyes within the tree
The witches both desire to be quite free
Free of the restrictions of Halloween
They want to go out any night between
When the wind in the Hollow begins to cry
And the rustling leaves begin to fly
When black ink seeps into an autumn sky
As the man in the moon begins to rise
When pumpkins turn evil and bare their teeth
And sit on your doorstep waiting to eat
The hobblin, goblins, passing down the street
As the dead in the graveyard slowly creep
When a cackle, crackles into the night
When bats and witches on broomsticks take flight
When you find yourself trembling, filled with fright
Lost in the chill, thrill of a scary sight
As you run door-to-door for trick or treat
On a night when no one, will dare to sleep.
September 1st, 2013
RUN, I'M WATCHING YOU
Be quiet now, the full moon scrapes the hour
when evil ghouls crawl on bleak streets, unknown
a gruesome feast they thirst to devour
the carnage of the living, down the bone.
As midnight howls, dare not open the gates
shadows can transform into bloody paws;
to unplug the light, a rampage awaits
the wailing screech of flesh drilled by chainsaws.
From graveyards of old, more corpses arise
with maggots on tongue gnawing spoiled debris,
and hissing winds darken the view; be wise
since terror reeks a plague like a red sea.
It's witching time; beware of fright undone
Pray... I'm one of them watching you, so RUN!
Gail Doyle's On Halloween Night Contest
It’s autumn time, and leaves are turning gold.
Before the harvest , folks still celebrate
a fascinating holiday of old.
With black and orange, you might decorate
the inside of your home. Perhaps you’ll thrill
to carve a pumpkin with a scary face.
Black cats might pose upon your windowsill
while ghosts and goblins hang from your fireplace.
As darkness creeps, it’s likely you will see
parades of costumed children in the streets,
so if they’re seen in your vicinity,
remember to be generous with treats.
And if a haunting wind begins to blow,
the poetry of Halloween may flow!
Written Sept. 10, 2013 for Russell Sivey's Everything Halloween Poetry Contest
This eerie night when the moonlight drips down
Tips of the stars reach out to all this night
Darkness has its reign during this night’s crown
Showing Halloween the master of fright
Took the last pumpkin to its resting place
They’re lit for respect of the dead tonight
All are glowing wildly within their space
Alight to bring awe and joy from this sight
Children love to see the path of pumpkins
Frightfully dressed to scare with all their might
Some of them look like they have rotting skins
To front porch they walk smiling with delight
They get their candy and scream to enjoy
The night sure adds to the fun with their joy
There’s no moon out tonight, the witch killed it
She’s an evil soul, with a black spirit
Deep and dark she has turned really green
A perfect color just for Halloween
Next to her is a flying bat above
She often gives him a real jolting shove
To see him change into the vampire form
Frightening being that loves her alarm
Next to them strolls the motioning scarecrow
Desiring to catch the lost that don’t know
How evil the trio surely are tonight
The trio have red beady eyes that fright
This night is the only night they come out
Halloween is what this is all about
Oh, how lonely might I be this sad year?
With no chocolates, love, or Valentine. . .
A Halloween at home, Christmas, no cheer,
Now February, with none to call mine !
So will I spend it sadly, bored, at home,
Writing, or reading, or browsing the 'net?
Spend a lovers holiday all alone-
Distracting myself, hoping to forget.
'Least without chocolate, I won't gain weight.
And the flowers would just wilt anyway!
And it cost money to go on ONE date,
So why do I care, it's only one day. .
'Cause Cupid shot not an arrow, but dart,
Oh, and I want to be someone's sweet heart!
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?
Atlanta 1997, my first visit to America I recall
I went with a friend called joyous Jessica
With no real intention of “dressing up” at all
But to see and know what Halloween is after all.
There came a beautiful girl Iris and asked me
If I wanted my face to be painted for Halloween play.
Nodding I consented, I don’t know why till today
She painted my face as nothing in particular to see.
Ah, the experience of looking into her eyes blue
Touching her alluring body almost to the full
And she touched my heart while she painted
It was the beginning of relationship wonderful
What a sweetheart! What a heavy Halloween fool!
Wherever you’re, Iris, with love I’m still painted.
Heavy meaning wonderful
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth Place win in:
Contest: Holiday hearth by Linda-Marie, the sweetheart of the PS