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Halloween's Mask of Comfort

In a house beside the forest lives a woman and her son

He is scarred by burns and fire – hidden kept from everyone

There is land where he can wander far away from prying eyes,

But he misses friends to play with; all alone he often cries.


That is why he gets excited at the thought of Halloween

He can mix with other children without fear of being seen.

Mother picks the perfect costume that will fit his height and size

Then she adds a mask for comfort – the completion of disguise.


The boy behind the mask wishes every day was Halloween

He'd gladly offer friendship to any child who wasn't mean

But he knows that one day he will be too old for trick or treat

And he prays each morn to see the sunshine on a public street

 
Even though he realizes his wish may never be fulfilled

For he'd have to learn to avoid stares and let confidence build

After reading the sad tale of Frankenstein, he sheds a tear

As he can relate to Frankenstein and sees him as a peer

 
And so he keeps reading stories of people judged by their looks

His greatest fear is what will happen when he runs out of books


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This is a collaboration between Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire
Written ~ 8th August 2014 ~ for "Solitude" Contest
Sponsor: Scott Thirtyseven



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FORBIDDEN

~ZOMBIE NIGHT~ 

WHINING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair
Bones slowly desert distorted resting homes
Ascension of the dead -Longing to live again 

Sands of desert flip the hour glass back
WHIMPERING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair
Bones slowly desert distorted resting homes 

Taking light from where evil strays 
Feeding away leaving behind a death valley zone
WONDERING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Moonlight vanishes to complete despair

Dead souls forsake the common land
Shadowing like Equinox light 
Walking corpse covered in rotten barren sand
WINDY WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND 
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
Echoes of the dead roam the air

Upright, forward broken taboo 
Searching for the perfect breath of fresh air
Sounds of symbols march the ground
Searching to find their missing heartbeat
WHISKING WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night


Ascension of the dead  -Long to live again 
Bones slowly desert distorted resting home
Moonlight vanishing in complete despair
Echoes of the dead roam the air
Rugged ruins crumble silent through the night
WHEN WHISPERS MOVE ACROSS FORBIDDEN LAND

by;PD

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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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On Halloween Night

My family had money, political power and pride, oh yes pride.
They say that pride comes before the fall, that is so true.
When I was born into the hideous world, my parents lives shattered.
Rains of glass pierced their future, stuck in the shards of sickening.
I was abnormal, not forgivable abnormal either, I was twisted disfigured.
Black tinted irises, the white of eyes tinted red; lips like a slice of a knife.
Fingerless left hand curling into my chest, and no color to my pale skin.

I was taken away immediately, only warmed by my mothers affection.
She loved me when fathers eyes showed only hated from his broken hopes.

I required blood transfusions for my body produced a vial poison.
A modern day vampire with a machine as a supplier.
I watched the world from the outside, the attic window my reward.
The suburb streets filling with families, I grew lonely and I suffered.

I watched as the streets filled with Halloween decorations, interesting.
My mind, sharp as a tack, asked my mother, "could I go out on Halloween?"
She loved me something fierce, I already knew she would say no.
My blood began to boil but I held down my fury as she punctured me.
Another needle in my arm, bruises from every poke laughed at me.
My mother, so caring, before me, held me in her arms and tears silent came.
She mourned me, the damage that father did before he left.
I became host to barbed wire scars on my neck, a knife puncture to the heart.
No matter what he tried, how he tried to kill me, I just could not die.

As I thumbed my wounds, I knew what I had to do.
Mother tried to stop me, I did not wish her harm, but her old heart stopped.
I gathered her in my arms, with the moon as a back light I walked the main street.
Step by step in the sea of trick or treaters, I did not go unnoticed,
I went applauded, the skin that I was in was a costume to the world.
And I knew what I had to do.
This town would wear masks year round. This town would be my town.
This town is Halloween Town. And I am the year round horror show.



08-29-2014
For Contest: On Halloween Night
Sp. Gail Angel Doyle

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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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October's Gift

It is October again, but I have another in mind
One long ago, and it brings tender memories
It wasn't the usual, of 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
A small little town, I'd been replanted and torn 
It was late in October...now uprooted and more...
A different school....a country lane....no close neighbors next door

On Halloween night, it rained and it poured
The end of the world...I was unhappy and bored
Leaving what had been home, familiar and sure
Where our old street had been filled
With Halloween thrills
Here in the country, ...no one came to the door

I was dressed to go out...but storms plagued the night
My mom understood....she saw my sad plight

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!
Trick-or-treaters had come to our house this dark night!!
When I opened the door, at first I didn't see
It was mom, ...trying to hard, 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
With popcorn, and candy...and the ghost stories told
That one Halloween, on that night of the storm
Was the best Halloween....and reminds me of home.....
I'll never forget  when each Halloween comes
The gift of the fun....   all thanks to my mom.....

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On Halloween Night

The moon behind an angry sky
Lit the daunting nimbus clouds,
And howling wind like deathly screams
Tore through the naked oak tree limbs.
 
Against the gray and black a flash
Exposed a visage dark and eerie,
Far beyond the old dead tree
Whose limbs like crooked fingers waved.
 
The thunder rumbled in the dark
Like a crazed and growling dog,
When something moved, then disappeared
Behind the old fence by the barn.
 
A chill ran through me like a wave,
And petrified I couldn’t move.
As crushing weight hit my chest
I screamed in bloody terror.
 
Claws punctured my skin as I screamed
And I woke to see a face in fear.
My once sleeping cat, now leapt high
And quickly out the bedroom door
 
A Halloween night Pumpkin and I
Will remember ever more



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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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On Halloween Night

Lila had no Mom now to make her Halloween costume Just her Communion dress, adorned by angel wings she’d made A halo of gold chrysanthemums she laid at Mom’s tomb But dusk was falling as in the cemetery she prayed Against the amber harvest moon, Spanish moss was swaying Eerily it danced, taunting ghosts in the cool autumn air Beyond old tombstones came chilling howls of werewolves preying A strange sound like a door creaking open gave her a scare Footsteps seemed to follow her as she scampered to the street Where a band of rowdy teenage ghouls murmured words so harsh Her flashlight dimmed; only tricks came this Halloween, no treats While vampires emerged from the mist over a nearby marsh Cackles she heard; was that a wicked witch flying overhead? Her feet tangled in thorny vines, she struggled to break free Trying to escape the foul scent of something that smelled dead Lila fell, tripping on the gnarly roots of an oak tree Trembling and crying, Lila sprinted, overwhelmed with fright Bushes and trees rustled in the breeze as she darted home To the most horrific creature she’d encountered that night The beer-swilling father who let her trick-or-treat alone
*Written August 29, 2014

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On Halloween Night

I hear the October winds whispering and I think it knows,
as the witching hour arrives and a harvest moon glows,
only once a year, do we celebrate death on Halloween night,
it is a time for remembrance, and not a time for fright.

As dead leaves come to life, once more, somehow they know,
on the twisted claw-like branches, I see the excitement grow,
black bats take their flight and wise owls call out to you,
it seems strange, but I imagine that they all know, too.

I ask you now, my dearly departed ancestors, to arise,
come and dance with me, there is no need for disguise,
on this one dark, Halloween night, it is the only time,
when we can feel truly alive and so morbidly sublime.

Let me wipe away the ancient moss from your tombstone,
come forth with dust and decay, your shroud and bone,
feel the warm glow from this carved out jack o' lantern,
and watch his lit, grinning soul, may it flicker and burn.

You must still remember the candy corn's sweet flavor,
and those crisp apples, with juicy bite after bite to savor,
it is only on this night when we can taste this rare treat,
and it is only on this Halloween night when we can meet.

Tonight will not be your usual haunting among the graves,
or beneath the dead willow tree, weeping, shackled like slaves,
you are free to wander, to celebrate, and honor our past,
until the morning sun rises, on this Eve that will not last.

So come with me now and our spirits will live once more,
as we roam down our old streets, and visit door to door,
let us go, and lead them all in our mysterious nighttime parade,
where we can finally be ourselves, no need for a masquerade.



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