Best Costume Poems
Queen smiles, watching court jesters
parade in costume jewels
upon revolving stage
living delusions
~*~
Note: For John Freeman's "Dodiostu" Humor Contest
A COSTUME FOR THE CAT
Cat, my miniature human,
in a tiny costume of fur,
what would you wear if you would dare
to let such crazy thoughts occur?
Person, I wouldn’t wear your clothes,
or want any closets of shoes.
My own bare paws are fine. You saw
I don’t get foot blisters like you.
What stubby feet on your costume!
What short-fitting arms and legs, too!
You’d help yourself to things on shelves
if the limbs were lengthened for you.
Person, my person, don’t you see?
Reaching wouldn’t be the same.
Jumping is cool. Then I can rule
from high places. Now that’s my claim!
Kitty, in a costume like mine,
you can go to school, get a job!
Person, dear me! You still don’t see!
Now I don’t mean to be a snob,
but why do that when I’m the queen?
Your job’s to pet and feed me well!
I won’t pretend. I’m glad to spend
my Halloween time as myself!
October 16, 2020
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Last Minute Halloween Costume
Toilet paper wraps;
Costs less to dress as mummy,
Mom thinks it’s funny!
Ding dong
Mom, there's a big kid
in a Terminator costume at the door
He asked does Sarah Connor live here
I played along with the joke, and said: Yeah, sure
I told him I like his costume,
and I really liked his gun
He said, "Hasta la vista, baby
But I'll be back, John"
You must have really scared him, mom
Coming out of the kitchen with a butcher knife,
looking like the Bride of Frankenstein
You really ought to stop it, mom
Because the kids on Halloween,
won't come trick-or-treating here next time
I gotta say I love Halloween,
The one day I don't raise eyebrows just being Maureen.
One day in early April, I’ll be given a surprise.
Old Man Winter will have barely trudged away.
I’ll drive up to my house and before my eyes,
Spring will have returned in bright array -
with my front yard trees a part of her costume ballet.
The buds on my pear tree will become florets,
prettily unfurled a creamy white.
My plum trees in bloom will be two coquettes
posed charmingly to the pear tree’s right
and bejeweled in amethysts - to my delight!
The costume ballet is a gorgeous thing to view.
There is no dance, but rather you will see
a movement from block to block of every hue
displayed in early April most gracefully
by my own and every other costumed tree.
(My city is famous for its beautiful trees; hence
the name Pleasant Grove.)
Written Feb. 2, 2012 for Francine Roberts'
english quintain a spring day Poetry Contest
which one shall i be?
a ghost,a vampire or cop?
all are law breakers
A costume was found.
it was that of a clown…
could it be they asked..
the one from our town..
where the little red headed kid disappeared..
on a cold windy night back twenty-two years..
It was found in a field not far from here..
By a farmer of pumpkins...the best far and near..
And each year a winner at the state fair…
This farmer named Pete was very proud of his ware..
It was he that made sure every porch was supplied..
With a pumpkin that showed the towns sorrowful side…
Celebrating the spirits and their one nights’ ride
will go down through the years…even when I am older…
For this special cold night at the end of October…
Today Suzanne will wear a red tutu costume her mom made for Halloween,
her baby rosy cheeks will seem two roses of a garden with a satin sheen.
Here’s for partners , both who are thin,
A costume they both can fit in.
I’ll explain now for you
The first thing you can do:
Find some trousers gargantuan!
And since one pair of pants must fit two,
You’ll each need to place both your legs through
Just one side of those pants
As you do a strange dance
‘Cause you’ll be stuck together like glue.
While walking, your steps must be small
And synchronized; else you will fall.
Get a baggy shirt too
For your partner and you.
No, you won’t be a prince at a ball!
For you’ll be there on Halloween Eve,
Each of you using only one sleeve.
With the other arm free,
Out of view it will be.
So what look will you try to achieve?
With two heads and one body you’ll be
The event’s curiosity!
But it’s all about show.
From that costume I know
You’ll be dying to get yourself free.
For SKat's "Costume for Two" Contest
Sadness is a beautiful costume
Made of african cloths
Sewn with lines of sadness
Which I wear everyday
Along the years
If other clothes
I had to wear
Why in stress only
Would I empty myself completely?
When I go out to the street
Brown curly my hair
Smooth dark my skin
Beneath the beautiful costume
Of african cloths
How many of you know the pain that accompanies me?
Many girls of this generation love to wear a Halloween costume...
something unusual, not looking like a fair godmother, they assume.
Madonna is their idol too, more stylish than Lady Gaga, but much they seem to share...
they should choose the costume that will make them look much older than they are.
So girls barge in stores and buy that costume you'll love to wear on Halloween night,
don't grab anything that's out of style with bright colors that don't reflect moonlight.
Look dangerous and manacing and chase away naughty boys dressed as vampires,
step on their tiny toes, if they try to grab you imitating bats with red, bloody eyes.
Have fun and smile, no night compares to this one with all the noise and sneers,
be careful not to stare at them for too long...their teeth are sharper than scissors.
Run and keep on screaming and they will stop chasing you or at least give up,
and if they springle Baby Podwer on you...make believe that's dust from a star.
Hairy eyeballs hanging from a wizard’s crown.
Arachnids sprawled on his black sparkling gown.
Ludicrous marks scar his face beneath a frown.
Luscious blood dripping very slowly down.
Opulent jewelry shaped like bones.
Worn around his neck amid creepy groans.
Ecstatic bats wait around for deadly moans.
Eerily suspended from their master’s belt.
Nonchalantly walking, his evil presence is felt.
Coming down the stairs was a star bejeweled queen.
Overcome; such beauty he had never before seen.
Stunned into submission by her piercing eyes.
Trapped by love’s intrusion and compassion’s cries.
Unveiling beauty, cajoling pleasant sighs.
Miraculously transformed his evil heart; love flows.
Enticed by the moment, together, attraction grows.
Bedazzled by the grandeur of the Halloween Ball
Altruism curiously sealed love that fall.
Laughter filled the man with the eyeballs on his crown.
Loved by the queen in her star bejeweled gown.
© October 15, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Costuming Halloween
Masque my visage fast!
…So my eyes bulge out, drunken red, and give me
purpled, hairy lips and cheeks to complete
My bloodcurdling look — Yikes!
So scary…Not sweet!
So chilling that Halloween’s
Gross memories of seeing me will not be beat!
Then, when I float from door to door,
Levitating on a smoky breeze,
To greet the folks’ aghast gazes, I’ll growl
with a phantasmal voice to haunting, I’ll declare,
“Boo! Trick or treat!” and
They’ll step back away as if shock could kill, but
Thrilled, gasp, “Hey! Your costume’s a blast!”
Whereupon, I’ll begin my Halloween act
By morosely sharing, “T’is not a costume at all,
But my natural state…’T’is my own gross, gremlin grin;
My own foot-long ears; my own outlandish, fear-frizzed hair,
That altogether has me wailing, especially on
H a l l o w eve n night
“BOO-hoo! Boo! Boo-hoo!”
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(c) sally young eslinger 10/30/2023
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