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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

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  1. Date: 5/24/2009 8:11:00 PM

    Thank you for reading my poems

  1. Date: 12/16/2008 12:25:00 PM

    a nice written piece of lovely poetry, keep posting.

  1. Date: 10/24/2008 9:56:00 PM

    absolutely adore it!!

  1. Date: 10/15/2008 5:59:00 PM

    This piece flows very well. I like the repetition and the reinforcing lines and the poem flows along. I like the line regarding the great divide. This poem is very real and addresses some salient points. Great job! ~Joseph

  1. Date: 10/12/2008 11:17:00 AM

    Truely a deep, thought provoking poem, well written. The tone change is well done and I like the way the last verse sums it up. And thank you for your comments to my new postings...you dubbed me "Truedy"...just call me TRU, everbody does! :)

  1. Date: 10/12/2008 9:20:00 AM

    Well, the first part of your poem was completely in the Halloween spirit, and amazingly well written I must say. When you changed to the true horrors of reality it took on a whole different meaning of a most disturbing truth (still with excellent writing). Interesting poetry. Well, at least our children can still enjoy the fun and lighter side of horror, and for that we must be thankful. Love, Shar

  1. Date: 10/12/2008 9:04:00 AM

    This poem holds more fright than the usual, when one thinks of the real horror/terror lurking in today's world. The reality of what used to frighten us, pales in comprison to what we've seen before our very eyes. Who would have beleived such evil could happen? Thought provoking poem at Halloween, George, but very well done. ~ Carrie