Best Hallow Poems
HE WEARS A COAT OF ASH
ALWAYS TALKING
TALKING FAST
LIKE A SNAKE THROUGH THE GRASS
HE SLITHERS AND CRAWLS
HE SLITEHRS AND CRAWLS
BUROWS THROUGH THE WALLS
WHATS YOUR NAME
LETS PLAY A GAME
I’M INSIDE I’M INSIDE
TRY TO HIDE
I WILL SEEK
GO AND CRY
GO AND SHRIEK
I’M INSIDE
TRY TO HIDE
NO SECRETS YOU CAN KEEP
WHERE DO I FIND THE ONE THAT SLEEPS
HE WANDERS THROUGH THE SHELL
TO FIND IT AND TAKE IT
TO SOME FAR OFF HELL
HIS TONGUE IS QUICK
HIS MIND FULL OF WIT
HIS CLAWS ARE MEAN
HIS CLAWS ARE MEAN
AND HIS MIND IS KEEN
SEARCHING FOR WEAKNESS
SEARHING FOR SECRETS
HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE
HOW MANY OF YOU COMPARE
WHATS YOUR NAME
IT’S A SHAME
IT’S A SHAME
I WILL BREAK YOU
I WILL TAKE YOU
FINDING FLAWS
OLD WOUNDS RAW
DIGGING DEEP
DIGGING DEEP
HE FINDS IT IN THE KEEP
HELLO LITTLE ONE
HAVING FUN
I HAVE NO NAME
I PLAY NO GAMES
ALL I HAVE ARE FANGS
AND YOU ARE HERE
TO HATCH DISPARE
I’V COME TO MAKE YOU DISAPEAR
SEE YOUR WALLS
SEE YOUR WALLS
THEY’RE CLOSING IN
THEY’RE CLOSING IN
WE WILL BE COMPRESSED
FORMING MESH
MERGING INTO ONE
LIKE ALL THE OTHERS
YOU ARE DONE
NEVER SPAWNED
TO FIGHT THE DAWN
I VE COME TO MERGE WITH YOUR SOUL
TAKE CONTROL
YOU WILL BE
JUST ANOTHER TWISTED PART OF ME
ALL YOUR NEGATIVITY
WILL SUBMERESE
WILL DISPERSE
JUST ANOTHER TWISTED PART OF ME
ALL YOU EGGS
KEEP ME FED
KEEP ME GROWING
SECRETS SHOWING
KILLING DEMONS
BEFORE THEY’RE BRED
KILLING DEMONS
TO KEEP ME FED
A FORMLESS SOUL
MADE OF MESH
A FORMLESS SOUL
MADE OF UNBORN FLESH
WINING THE WAR
ONE EGG AT A TIME
ONE EGG AT A TIME
In the foothills of the Ozarks Arkansas
Those mountains a calling, come and play the game
From prison came Joe to see his ailing pa
Furloughed from prison won notorious fame
Frances met him in their secret rendezvous
Sweet blonde Frances Standridge, eyes of baby blue
Her lover the sly fox of Chigger hollow
Taught her teenage virtue a newfound shallow
For and in Honor of Dr Rams Contest
A Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon
A cold dark yellow unhallowed moon smiles beguilingly
In the pitch black starless and cold empty night sky
Suckling upon the blood and the very life force of
Pure innocence, light, and goodness . . . .
Fear stirs eerily in the forlorn sound of a fog horn that’s
Blowing and crying a sad echo haunting far in the distance
It warns of the imminent arrival of a malevolent Hellspawn
Force of absolute unmitigated evil . . . The Phantom Vampire.
As the Phantom Vampire materializes from nowhere in the
Darkest shade of night blanketed in the thickest of fog and
The coldest of night air . . . One can sense with utter fear
And foreboding shivering sounds touching from the shadows
Creeping softly cold fingers down the spine with walking
Fingers crawling inside a prism of frozen ice and in a mist
Of souls crying in the presence of demons while yearning lust
Of one blanket covering the sky’s face painted showing
Hell’s own hideous face—an exquisite evil and a spirit
Drunken and moaning in an eternal fiery abyss of
Suffering and howling sounding their own lust for pain
Great darkness grips them who walk this troubled Earth
Without joy casting happiness to the lepers always and
Forever chained to the darkness and eating out hope
In the very end . . . .
From this spider’s web and nest of dark perpetual evil
The Phantom Vampire transforms himself from ethereal
Form to his human form quite frightening indeed for
Any human being gazing at his grim countenance and
His most fiery red eyes glaring intently whenever he
Encounters an unsuspecting soul . . . and the sight of
His razor-sharp canine teeth bring on convulsive fear
In the hearts and minds of his intended victims . . . . continued
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 6, 2014)
It's Halloween, the stars excite
Cheery kids dressed as gargoyles black
Or a Luke, mystic Jedi Knight
With a sword to lash any Vader,
On one eve of trick and delight!
Pumpkins float through doors in gold sheen
As we tap our sticks on the fence
While I lead them as Moonlight Queen;
To beg neighbors for a rich loot,
And play with their candy machine.
On this beguiled October road
Our wand, a Disney fantasy
Of pretzels, trimmings,well bestowed
Through sweet wiggles from house to house;
Get-ups torn...forget the dress code!
Kelly Deschler's Happy Halloween
new poem---
10/24/2015
It’s almost midnight
On All Hallow’s Eve
And I’m here to seduce,
Entrance and deceive
Tonight I come calling,
a nightmarish creature –
You’ll cling to the stories
You’ve been told by your preachers
Who tell you that ghouls
Are all in the mind,
But watch out for my presence
Amongst man-unkind
Creeping and crawling,
I live for this night –
I’m a monster most hideous,
My first name is Fright
I’m the truth of your nightmares,
The terror is sheer
And scaring you senseless
Fills me with cheer
I’m the presence
Who inhabits your dreams
I’m alive in your deep,
Darkest screams
I exist to appall you,
Immerse you in fear
And my day of wakening
Is now, it’s right here
This one night in autumn
I visit from hell
Where I have been watching you,
I know you quite well
I’ve waited so patiently
For this Halloween
So I can show you my real face,
Gaunt, slimy, green
When you first lay your eyes
On the terrible me,
You’ll know I’m black evil,
But won’t believe what you see
Shapeless and hopeless,
I do not exist
In the time-space continuum
In which you persist
I’m other-dimensional,
Invisible, huge
My lips aren’t quite white,
My cheeks smeared with rouge
My hair’s writhing reptiles,
My nails twisted and curled
My breath stinks of Hades –
I’m so not of your world
I slither through shadows,
I suck the life from your dreams
I slurp up your terror
And munch on your screams
You can shutter your windows
Padlock each door
You still won’t be safe –
I’ll rise up through your floor
At midnight, I’ll seize you
And drag you away –
You’ll never see the light
Of All Hallow’s Day
continued
The Phantom Vampire’s ritual on the foggy nights of the
“Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon” is to drink the blood
Of as many young innocent people as he can all the while
Destroying their lives and tormenting their souls in an
Unending Existence of evil and debauchery as minions of
The Undead . . . .
As a servant of Lucifer himself, the Phantom Vampire’s
Principal charge is that of a “Soul Seeker”— and seeking
Them he does quite successfully while destroying lives
This unending process is interrupted only by the dawn of
The next day’s morning as the bright rays of sunlight warm
The Earth and purify and sanctify the power and purpose of
The Almighty Lord God . . . .
As a priest . . . a man of the cloth in this bucolic Irish village
Along the sea coast, I hold my head in shame and revulsion
At the evil escapades rendered by the Phantom Vampire
During his nocturnal visits to feed on the blood and souls
Of our innocent people . . . .
I always turn and talk to God while earnestly praying for their
Blind souls through their gossamer eyelids and seeking the
Lord’s divine protection and delivery from this most dark and
Wretched evil . . . May the bright sunlight show them the
Road to true happiness during the Feast of All Souls and to the
Gates of Salvation . . . .
With no fear and with most clear purpose in mind and the divine
Support of our Almighty Lord God in Heaven . . . I shall be the
One fulfilling God’s charge in driving that long wooden stake—
Blessed with Holy Water and Angel’s Dust—through that
Evil dead putrid heart of the Phantom Vampire!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 6, 2014)
Just in a fraction of moment.
Days turned dark !
It was a time.
When,
Days were bright!
I know that you don't
want to be with me more.
Don't know!
What let you
To done it to me
How rude"
But I believe There is
a massive dark Valley.
which made you
It's native.
But I value,
Your choice.
That couldn't Be false,
That couldn't be wrong.
Cuz I believe.
That lady!
Who used to
stay with me.
I don't quiz,
Why you leave.
Cuz its already
quizzing me.
At Where I'm wrong?
All is left behind is
A hallow friendship.
A hallow,
But true,
A strong friendship.
Our love is died.
But,
Our friendship is alive.
Don't know how far!
It will be alive.
-A Sonnet Session-
Form:
God calls every believer to obedience
part of that is to hallow his great name
but what does that mean in living reality?
this is so important so we can escape blame
Thinking that just to not swear or curse
is insufficient for that's just not enough
when one disbelieves, doubts and questions him
this is just as bad equally rotten stuff
Believing in God won't necessary hallow him
if one doesn't have knowledge that is true
especially when not recognising his character
or even don't know what one needs to do
Thinking good thoughts of God on a Sunday
that's not enough for what about rest of day?
even during the rest of the week too
must bring one's thoughts of God forever to stay
The psalmist says let's exalt his name together
in 34th Psalm to magnify the Lord with me
be sure to approach God's holy place
honour him there so forever to be
(And he said to them, “When you pray, say:
“Father, hallowed be your name.)
Luke 11: 2b (ESV)
There are hands that extend.
Crookedly they creep, their twisted branches reaching for me.
Decaying twigs resemble fingers, fingers that coil in midnight locks.
Ebony hallow, where the beast bay’s at the alabaster moon.
A scarlet cape tattered and worn.
The air is dense, it chokes with stench.
Things rot that lay shallowly buried.
Ebony hallow, where spirits wonder.
Aimlessly they moan with restlessness.
Petrifying specters.
In ebony hallow, blood runs deep.
Rivers of red, bedrock drenched in vibrant shades of rouge.
It numbs you, your senses heightened, the feeling of being hunted intrusive.
God rest your soul shall you ever enter the woodlands where foul play.
Ebony hallow, a cold October, an unforgiving fate.
Satan and the Hallow Oaks: The Pilgrims Road
Waking in the world of men
Cast down
Like the trash of low life peasants
On these mountains you woke
Now facing your challenge
Your travel
Your quest
Will leave you to find forgiveness
You mortal body is weak
Like everything it now grows old
It withers like these forests
Covered in ash
The ash of their brothers
The ash of their own body’s
The Hallow Oaks have been burned
And your father
He is lost
You’re all that is left from this war
You must go forward
Finding your path
On this road of redemption
This is where you will atone for your sins
Your sins against your brothers
Your sins against you kingdom
Your job was to fight and win
Your results were failure
But we will offer redemption
We are kind
We are the leaders of this place
We are your council
Now that your mind is clear and your body awake
You must go travel once again
Go fourth
This is the pilgrims road
Form:
Hello, moss-covered dirt suckers,
it’s a darkly new dawn
for a good autumnal leaf chew
Mulch to do ‘bout nothing,
Jack-o-Lanterns all want a toothy kiss
We’re living in tricky times,
so treat yourself to some hallow hubris
Mephisto risque morbid masquerade
sho’ got a gallows ballroom neon a-glitter glow
Disguised motives on a contraband traffic flow,
illegal cargo valet parked in the shade
Hollow pitch fork, pigsty pluckers ...
money parasitic leech suck, roll in the miry muck
Stool pigeon eyes pecking and clucking for a buck:
backward collar tombstone tuckers
Goodbye, vodka-breath, tart tongue demon twist,
lullaby to that crimson moon crypt croon
Falling debris of void entropy comes soon,
zombies on the chigger move to the hallow hubris
It sees
It does
It does what it sees
It sees nothing
So nothing… is what it does.
I see
I do
I do to see
I see more
But the more I do… the less he sees
I am hallow
And hallow is how I’ll be.
The thing I dislike about ghouls
Is they act like a bunch of fools!
They don't trick or treat
But head for the meat
Especially family jewels!
It's about to be the realist it's ever been
The gong is struck ringing the beginning of the end
All the want to succeed all the desire to win
Is being replaced by the final pretend
Whatever dream you had whatever felt this bad
It grabs you like a fad in all that you hoped you would have had
It's gone, its dust its mist its rusted away
The sun is setting it's the end of the day
No time to cry know when to play
Those moments are memories and there fading away
You could shiver in the night
You could ask for another fight
But you couldn't even handle it when there was light
So how you going to handle walking by faith and not by sight
You could pray for the rest
Or choose to run after the best
You can pound on your chest and demand another test
But the bell is about to ring
The angle of death is about to sing
And you're about to learn the hardest lesson
No one owes you a thing.
Snap my lonely stem and
Amputate my denied attachments and
Discover the life that drains
From an open wound.
Oozing to the earth it will
Whet the desires of worms,
Each wondering why tears
Taste so much like pulp
From a pale and oddly shaped
Pumpkin.