‘Twas the Night before the day of Halloween’s Eve
The air was cold and the wind was mean
And on it traveled the fairest soliloquy
Betwixt Good and Evil as they strolled
The breeze brought me the story they told
Of sleep, dust, and shadows
Of teary lakes and headless plateaus
Of the blood brother of sleep
More restless yet deep
Around which broken dreams of split saplings rally
Thus marking his easy to find but hard to leave valley
Moreover mentioning the interloper
Some fine fellows, others right scurvy
An earthly animal, but Heaven worthy
Who at best is Good’s noblest paradigm
And at worst is Evil’s paragon in time
The infinite being in a finite creature
Dwelling in a bottomless cell without walls or ceiling
A void of finality with infinity features
Where the soul can gain or lose feeling.
The interloper possesses a body, heart, and mind
All can be broken, which you will find
The heart can meet the end of love’s stake
And bones of the body easily break
The mind can be destroyed by its own thought.
In the end we are but dust, shadows, and forgotten wrought.
And only as they go
Do I noticed Evil’s haunting ghost
Who walked with Good as the unknown foe
Who thrived in the dark of night
But did so best with a glimmer of light
He is boldest in the day
But while I lay
And as they stride
He has no light in which to hide
For a shadow only plays
While there is light in the day
And Evil is ever and again the master
But solely in the seeming absence of its caster
Copyright © Dylan Reichley | Year Posted 2015
When the Autumn sun warms dying stalks
Of corn with unkempt tassel locks.
The earth turns from green to brown,
Candy corn comes to town.
A cackling witch stokes the ember
Smoky spirits escape the timber.
The leaves in trees turn an amber hue,
Candy Corn, I yearn for you.
Across my path a shadow creeps,
Into day, nighttime seeps.
My dreams turn to sugary storms.
Candy corn, keep me warm.
Before I die and decompose,
Let me warm by your coals.
Orange, white, yellow form,
The wonderment of Candy corn.
Copyright © Thaddeus Tarpey | Year Posted 2016
Strobe lightning flashes
when midnight strikes home
Blades of grass whistling
signals the brutal winter wind
that follows harshly
Shady shallow creatures
crawl out of their shells of unfinished business
Growls of hunger rising to wails of one banshee cry
She calls out death warnings
so loved ones --"Be aware!"
A lost soul roams the land of the living
She sees through her red misted eyes
The worldly vices
the heart burns wrenching
In your haunting shrieks
Distant drumming war
looming inside battlegrounds
Memories fall back in time dungeons
opening gates to past nightmares
Overflowing with treacheries and calculating minds
Justice only works on one side of the coin
Flipping the truth --"Freedom is gone!"
In a fleeting moment
a thought howls in revelation
Love could stall an action
deeply pains the heart that has gone cold
Governing rule sheds teary clouds
knots start twisting inside
Embroidering a story within a story
paints a transparent veil
Damaging a system where lies corrupt and poison brews
To occupy someone's space falsely
Death must surely follow
Buys them a future right without destinies spark
Spawn of emptiness drains good fuels fire
You’re every dark entity that hates
The Light of who you are shines faceless true and true
So envy crowns nothing in the end
Unrhymed Ballad style in 8-line stanzas
a co written piece with myself and Angeline Lim
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
THE CHENNAI FLOODS - SECOND PART
No food nor drinking water, those alive, pity
Faced chillness, starvation and panic in eyes
No medicines, no blankets and no clothes
People succumbed in homes and on roads
Hundreds of people dead; countless injured
Houses and cars in thousands submerged
All essential storage quickly lost; and no food
Nor shelter; alas providers became seekers
A catastrophe that none believed will happen,
Occurred anyway, as people simply wilted low
Money and materials could not be of help
As holding hands alone forebode being alive
The future looked suddenly bitter and bleak
With money, valuables and motorcars lost
Very difficult it looked to make good the loss
As personal belongings all vanished in a toss
And by the time the boats came calling
And relief was in sight; most people had
Lost the battle and barely held their lives
The unrelenting flood having spewed its wrath
The misfortune threw up the good Samaritans
For many showed up, courting risk upfront
To save many a folk, with dedication abound
In desperate time providing solace and succor
Brave young volunteers were there in full
To reach supplies for people in a mess
But the disaster had hit in full, long before
Many need decades to get back, as before.
And then army men arrived to ferry in boats
Saving people, marooned and maligned
Helicopters dropped food for hungry mouths
As pilots picked the sick and the hopeless
The Government claimed it did its part, well
While the critics made a lot of noise, as ever
Alas people were left, high and dry; dismayed
To mourn the loss and weep, in silent mode!
Some said the authority failed; in their role
Some said it was “El Nino” “Climate Change”
Many attributed: highest rainfall in 100 years!
But I know: Millions of folk took a mighty blow!
Copyright © Mothiram Pushpala | Year Posted 2015
Upon this night I worrie about this sight
It is to dare be in fright
All the thing will be among the souls to tell run from here to scare us all to hell
Now we must try with all I might to not lose our faith upon this night
For the gates of hell will surly open up and send among us all evil demons
This I am sure will animal and humans both give a fright
Please we all need to take heed tonight
Stay indoors tonight out of sight
Lie the morning light come so bright
Right her might so all the demons will lose their might
So they will return to hell with out the right
No more souls did they take this night
Copyright © Patricia Bernard | Year Posted 2014
THE CHENNAI FLOODS - FIRST PART
Firstly the rains came calling cool
It instantly brought hope and happiness
For people relished the Celsius dip down
And hoped for reservoirs to fill to lips
But pretty soon the horrific floods followed
As it rained cats and dogs, days on end
As monsoon turned to a tormentor possessed
And led many to many a sleepless night
The inevitable pain came calling chill and fast
As roads and streets were ravaged entirely
And excess water submerged ponds and land
As waterways and drains could pass no more
The serious threat meandered in with a roar
With intense rains adding to the fury and more
Amidst storm, lightning, thunder on crescendo
Emanating from deep depressions in the Bay
Then fear and scare all showed up all night
As water inundated fields and farms alike
And entered into houses and dwelling units
Causing widespread loss to assets and life
The floods slithered in surely winding its way
Uprooting trees and destructing everywhere
Cattle, dogs and pets perished soon, unsung
With hapless people of all ages, in a gloom
The engulfing darkness brought chaos, for
Gloomy conditions only worsened soon
With nothing in sight; except rising waters
Seething snakes and reptiles added blues
Trauma and melancholy, magnified manifold
As waters chill, ran amuck human household
Swirling in; bringing great despair, in Cities too
Nightmare everywhere; yet nowhere to go;
The disaster itself was a Broadway show
As city and residences became a water-show
And in no time all hell had broken loose;
Making waterways of rail and road ways too
The big losses came quick and fast
As households washed off in a gaffe
And apartments and cars submerged
With basements becoming watery graves
Overnight and instantly everything was lost
Furniture, valuables, utensils and garments,
Refrigerators, kitchenware, other gadgets too
Gold, silver, cash and documents; phones too
And then it was the death that reared its head,
As people drowned and went missing cold
Pitch darkness engulfing the misery in whole
People breathed their last; their grief untold
........ Continued in Second Part
Copyright © Mothiram Pushpala | Year Posted 2015
Silver moonbeams shine from the full moon
On a Halloween night.
Trick or treaters weave back and forth collecting candy
And other assorted goodies on this
Beautiful Halloween night.
Scary stories are told around a fireplace.
A witch flies on a broom across the moon cackling
On this beautiful Halloween night.
A midnight breeze blows through the trees
On this beautiful Halloween night.
A vampire lurks in the shadows looking for prey
On this beautiful Halloween night.
Feys and faeries dance across the silver moonbeams
on this beautiful Halloween night
Copyright © Cheyenne Nienhueser | Year Posted 2011
The child I was, so long ago
Knew not of Halloween.
The sweet treats that are now bestowed
By me were never seen.
The preacher at our church denounced
Halloween as evil.
Celebrating it, he said, was
Honoring the devil.
Of course there always were the teens
Who parked buggies on barns
And tipped over the outhouses
On the neighboring farms.
Some of these were brothers of mine,
Just wanting to have fun.
Daddy sent them to atone for
All of the mischief done.
Halloween now finds me ready
With a big bowl of treats
To hand to the children coming,
Just looking for some sweets.
By: Joyce Johnson with 4ft-3 ft.meter, Ballad style.
Written for contest "Halloween Fun" won a 3rd
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
HALLOWEEN FIRE SPIRITS’ REVIVAL
Before building the fire
We dug out a lawn square
To keep the ash we knew would be there
And stacked the sods near the pyre.
The lawn fits back well –
No ghost of last year’s flame.
Each Halloween it’s the same –
There is no grave hole to tell.
Papers, cardboard, gasoline, - oh !
The hissing from a heap
Of slippery wet leaves
Like a snake’s last scream.
Swarms of sparks stream
In hot gas gusts to the eaves,
Burning out as they leap,
Falling as warm grey dust.
Soot flakes like scattered crows
Fly skyward, black and ragged
From damp dead wood’s jagged
Heat - soaked spars’ and oars’
Life-after-life in a final burst.
Each deadened ember
Sends a second soul
To the lifeless hole
With a final life to remember.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
Darkness caressed it. I heard it before
I saw a piece of it, a bit?
Black & shinny
But so, so cold
It froze the air
my thoughts said it Exquisitely tiny but
It was unafraid, bold
To come so near Suddenly
Panicking in fear
My heart tearing up my chest
I ripped open my vest
To breathe to swallow
As I heard it's cackles
On my arms such were it's sucking slithering charms
Turning to dash away
Had to face it
Eye to eye...
It grinned an unholy lopsided way with one red bulbous retina a still darker patina than I thought possible and grew cool, stronger I soon felt the pull,
I couldn't breathe
Staring into my face I can taste Hell's darkest secrets
My leg muscles race
But I'm still, so still no breathing or heartbeats
Right there on the floor!
Gone dissolved, no more,
In my terrified head
Heavy as lead instead
as it slid from side to side with a sulfuric stench,
& gagged, resolved in my comatose fed brain what Was mirrored, sucking clinched to my eye when I flenched as it pinched my nose
I continuing to lie
It sucked, fed
Wiggled, munched, withered, crunched then slithered down to my toes
I knew without a doubt I was sucked dry for it was in truth a Devil's eye feeding withering searching in cold pursuit through the eire night of Halloween olde for sight of anyone's ashamed& unclaimed unholy weary soul
Copyright © Linda Hays-Gibbs | Year Posted 2015
It was Hallowe’en all saints night then
When the spirits were about to frighten
And we dressed to scare right to the end
Walking the neighbourhood with friends
It was trick or treat with sweets for all
With each house increasing our haul
We came to the last house on the street
As the front light came on making the scene complete
The knock brought an old man out
And trick or treat we did loudly shout
The old man smiled and produced a piece of candy each
He put the candy in our candy sacks within reach
At the end of the night we went home
Quite pleased with ourselves in our fright night roam
I saw that the old man’s candy was old and hard
And the next day his house was abandoned with weeds in the yard.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2017