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Halloween
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Halloween's Headless Horseman
One Halloween night when I was five
Rain pelted city streets, we stayed inside
Dad lit the Jack-o-lantern candle
Told us the tale of a famous vandal
One “Headless Horseman” in Sleepy Hollow
‘Twas Ichabod Crane he chose to follow
Crane ran breathlessly, was terrorized
(At this point my father’s eyes looked wild)
Thundering behind him through the forest
The hooves of a horse and a rider headless
Carrying a sword to strike Ichabod
(Dad grabbed a spatula, swung it like a rod)
Not just we children but our mother too
Gasped at the thought of Ichabod pursued
High winds cut off our electrical power
As in our kitchen three children cowered
Orange light from the pumpkin’s evil eyes
Showed Dad seemed to have dematerialized
The youngest, I felt something run through my hair
I screamed aloud in horror and despair
The lit pumpkin fell from table to floor
Darkness as I ran through the kitchen door
Leaping into bed, pulling up the sheets
Dad snuck into my room, whispered, “Trick or treat”
So if you think I am a drama queen
Please realize that it’s all in my genes
*For Russell's contest. By Carolyn Devonshire. (My Dad was quite the storyteller!)
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Halloween
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Her Halloween Gift To Me
It is one Halloween, I have relived in my mind
Over the years, it still brings such sweet memory
It wasn't the usual...of the Halloween kind
Of parties and goblins, of which there were many
It was a year of some changes, our family had moved
I was ten years old...struggling and shy
We had come to this place, so strange, so new
It was late in October...uprooted and replanted
A new school....a country lane....no neighbors next door
On Halloween night, it rained and it poured
It seemed the end of the world...I was unhappy and bored
I had left what had been home, familiar and sure
Where the days before, found our old street had been filled
With kids running crazy, tricks played....many thrills...
Here in the country, ...no one came to the door
I was dressed to go out...but fierce storms plagued the night
My mom understood....she saw the sad trace
Quietly, she went up to her room, made up her face
She combed up her hair, until it stood on it's roots
Covered her face with black fireplace soot
She threw on her robe, and pulled on dad's boots
Crept out the back door, and to the front porch
When the doorbell rang....I jumped in delight!
A trickster had come to our house this dark night!!
When I opened the door, at first I didn't see
It was mom, ...trying to cheer...and bring me some glee!
She grabbed me and laughed and pulled me to come
Out into the rainstorm....up the road we would run
We ran in the downpour, getting soaked to our skin
Laughing and yelling....such fun it had been!
Later that night, we warmed by the fire
She let me stay up....no one was tired
So cozy and warm...no longer so cold
Eating popcorn, and candy...and ghost stories were told
That one Halloween, on that night of the storm
Was the best Halloween....Still reminds me of home.....
I'll never forget when each Halloween comes
The gift of the fun.... Thanks to my mom.....
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Halloween
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Strut the Butt Jabba
On Halloween night I will strut
Dressed like Jabba the Hut
Many sweets I will eat
As it is trick or treat
And double the size of my butt
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Halloween
Poem
Only Leaves
Only Leaves
Their numbers are overwhelming
golden and brown transversing my path.
I abandon every one in each step forward.
Green lives, lived,finally
fallen to the battlefield of my morning walk,
some burning red, the last fire extinguished.
Others are dry and crisp,
burnt toast of maples,
drifting and rolling as Mariah scoots them.
Is it the wind;
or are these pointy little corpses
positioning for Halloween tricks?
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Halloween
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You Say- I Say
You say things that are really mean
I say that I'm still pretty lean
You say I'm fat and that's unfounded
I say I'm not fat, just well rounded
You say my big waist makes me look like a clown
I say that's not my waist, my chest fell down
You say I should be able to touch my toes with ease
I say you're right, if they were on my knees
You say my socks don't match, I should be more discreet
I say it's not my fault, I can't see my feet
You say I'm too heavy for my height, that's what you state
I say you're wrong, I'm just too short for my weight
You say I should weigh one eighty, no more
I say I'm five ten, I should be six four
You say next Halloween I should dress up as a mouse
I say I'll wear a window and go there as a house
You say I should get more exercise and try to shed a pound
I say that when I sit around, I really sit around
You say at the theatre you were embarrassed and didn't know what to do
I say it was because you sat in seat number three while I sat in one and two
You say I thought you were watching your weight
I say I am, I'm watching it inflate
You say being with me doesn't seem the same anymore
I say I'm still the same, just a whole lot more
You say you'd call if I were thinner
I say just don't call me late for dinner
You say we should work out at the gym down the street
I say we should get up and go out to eat.
Please note! A waist is a terrible thing to mind.
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Halloween
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A Halloween birthday Tanka
Oh Halloween babe
born under October's moon
weave with forlornment
your bewitching adornment
of a harvest leaf festoon.
Faces in pumpkins
awake memories of when
the children were young;
and "Trick-or-Treat!" rung
the holiday season in.
Scorpio woman
wipe away your wistful tear
and tend to the craft
of your birthday draught
to toast your forty-first year.
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Halloween
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Hapless Halloween ( Footled )
THAT NIGHT ... THE FRIGHT ..
PREPARED ... BE SCARED ...
BROOM STICKS ... OLD TRICKS ...
DARK STREETS ... FOR TREATS ...
STRANGE LOOKS ... WEIRD SPOOKS ...
SKINNED BONES .. LOUD GROANS ...
NO RULES ... FOR GHOULS ...
HAIRY ... SCARY .....
Inspired for the Halloween footle show !!
And a Halloween Limerick to finish +++
The scariest ghoul ever seen
Was a little man , dressed in bright green .
Frightening each one he meets
With his weird trick or treats .
He is Irish ... Mister Hal O'Ween .
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Halloween
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Santa's sack of little souls
Play violin,Play Solitude
Play the note of broken voices
Eternal eclipse of my soul
Why am i still hoping?
Last night held a dream
the colour of a sunrise
the fragrance of a jasmine
and the beauty of a child
Another year awaits
cold snowflakes in my porch
the fluttering wings of
red breasted cardinals
by the window-pane
lit candles on a tree
and carols in the street
Another year i walk barefoot
to the Cathedral
Another year i kneel
Without my faith in God
Another year i return home
to a silent cradle
to a wooden rocking chair
which makes no creeking sound
Another December
blooms with red hollies everywhere
But not here
Here between the still digits
of the clock
all there is are petals
of withering chrysanteniums
Here,Santa never visits
and Halloween never ends.
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Halloween
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Halloween Night
There’s nothing all that scary
about a jack ‘o lantern.
It’s just a hollow pumpkin
with customary mouth, nose and eyes
carved to form the usual wry face. . .
Imagine that same pumpkin
on Halloween night - lit up on the porch
of some dark and eerie lonely worn out house.
And there’s no one there but you!
You approach the door but get a strange vibration
this is not a house for trick or treating!
No one seems to be there, and yet. . .
as you turn to go, you are sure that you can see
writhing worms and cockroaches
come crawling from the flashing eyes
and the grinning orifice of that pumpkin face.
And you can almost swear,
as your skin turns into goose flesh,
that you hear that bad Jack snigger,
his bright eyes trained on you as you rush off.
He’s laughing at the humanness in you.
8/27/12 for Gail Doyle's Halloween Night Poetry Contest
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Halloween
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......Helter Skelter.......
"Tertium guid...."
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Spending a few moments pondering
The syllogism of existentialism, and
All of the pages of histories
Finds, movements, theories and themes....
The intricities; complexities
Compounds; variables and factors
Real or imagined?
Proven, and reproven
Or, reasonings and conclusions
Breakthroughs!?
How far we've come
How far we've gone
On and on, and on and on....
Scientifical; anthrolifical; astronomical
Enlightenments, and advancements
Psychological; philosophical
Both, for me and you
That is, if we do, share
The same points of view?
Oh how I love complete silence
Stillness....
The meditation of contemplation
Trying to take hold, of the transitory
And to incise it, into forevers
Monomorphic stone!?....
Standing amid, a quaglistic earthium
Chisms of revisums; revisums, of the isms
Circular conjugation, concoursing
It's configurations....
Unbeknown, toward, a conflagration
Beyond the eyes?
This, schizogenic, schizogenesis
Genesis, of another nature
"Dementia Praecox"....With no eraser!
Gabylon, now in every nation....
Welcome, to, "My View!!!"
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......Helter Skelter.......
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