Best Scare Away Poems
Halloween is a time to let the imagination run wild
Halloween is a holiday shrouded in darkness
linked to the supernatural and known for inspiring fear
Dress like your favorite fantasy creature
or tell ghost stories in a dark room
But Halloween is not just about
to dress up in costumes and ask for candy
A favorable time for predictions about marriage,
happiness, health and death
An evening of spiritualism, ghosts, vampires and goblins
From old time it was a holiday steeped in folklore and customs
Poisoned candies to vampires and goblins
Carving pumpkins to trick or treating at your door
Masks and costumes to scare away ghosts
or to be recognized by them
Happy Halloween and good luck
31.10.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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In mount caves of the West, rich of looted gold
Sleep scaled beasts of fiery breath and poisoned wings
But son, look to the Eastern seas and there behold –
The majestic and the true, the great Dragon Kings!
They ride trains of cloud through azure skies
Bringing rain to bless the wilting land
Through epochs they have climbed, the most wise
A thousand years clutched in one clawed hand.
It is an orb of pearl that they have earned
Some say it fell from a blossoming heaven
The Imugi that catches it is to Dragon turned
Entrusted with power to guard kingdoms of men.
No wings do they need that flap and scare away;
For true kings don’t rely on anything but their might
They breathe not dark fires; their souls shan’t decay
Carving rivers and seas, they bring hope and light.
So son, you need not fear of the dragons in false lore
That fly through towns, destroying with fire and shade
Instead, watch for these emperors prevailing through yore
These are the true Dragons, and their lights never fade.
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FYI: The dragons I am speaking of here are those from Eastern tales -- the Asians have always viewed dragons as benevolent creatures that bless and benefit mankind. Here's a link to a graphic pic to guide your imagination... http://www.mtv.com/movies/photos/d/dragon_wars_082807/dragon.jpg
This new Black Moon near Hallowe’en
Marks the darkest night we have seen.
A time to carve a pumpkin head
To make a lantern for the dead.
Bonfires lit burn bright tonight,
At gravesites we'll leave candle light
To honor spirits of our dead.
We'll go door-to-door to be fed.
Should they deign to turn us away,
A scary Samhain trick we'll play.
But little kids that ask for treats
Will have their baggies filled with sweets.
Frightful costumes will scare away
The evil spirits who might prey.
Witches known to tempest the sky
Along with large bats flying high,
Are privy to an instant spell
Summoned up from the mouth of hell.
Trick-or-treaters please be aware
Of evil forces everywhere.
If you're lost in Sleepy Hollow,
Please don't expect that I will follow.
I'll let my black cat out to roam,
But I'll stay warm and safe at home!
© Connie Marcum Wong
*Black moon
The term black moon refers to an additional new moon that appears in a month or in a season. It may also refer to the absence of a full moon or of a new moon in a month. One use of the term is for the occurrence of a second new moon in a calendar month. This is analogous to the by-month definition of a blue moon as the second full moon in a month. February is too short for a second new moon to occur. This event occurs about every 29 months.
Last Black Moon until 2019 to rise over Eastern Hemisphere on Halloween weekend
If you are 50 and you are naked
Please
Make it a poem and not a photo
A poem we see your inner beauty
A photo we see out of warranty
A poem we see you’re giving spirit
A photo we see your sagging dreams
A wilting flower is majestical poetry
On paper is part of a suicide note
A naked mind will melt hearts young and old
A naked old man will scare away the scare crows
No one wants to see grandma naked
Not even poor old grandpa
But we will love her all the more
For chocolate chip cookies and loving hugs
You however my princess
At fifty x three, lovely and naked just for me
And I will love you to the very bone
I followed in your footsteps as you walked.
My small feet fit inside them.
You were big and strong like superman,
But you didn't scare away the monsters
That kept me awake at night.
Your voice,
Never the one to lull me to sleep
with stories of princesses and happy endings.
Emotions were hidden,
Forbidden to surface.
I used to sit and wonder,
What I had done for you to shut me out.
A little girl,
Trying to fit into a mans' world.
But my feet were too small,
And I was not a boy
I don’t like cats, really,
They scare away birds, pretty ****,
The robin, the blackbird so smart,
They think only of eating weaker than them,
That to jump the balls of innocent wool,
My garden had a sweet music yesterday,
Today it is quieter than a grave,
Cats scare away, nice birds,
They don’t see much further than their pretty nose,
Oh the caresses they expect, what false money,
Turn your back; they devour all your friends.
Je n’aime pas les chats, vraiment,
Ils font fuir les oiseaux, les jolies mésanges,
Les rouges gorges, les merles si intelligents,
Ils ne pensent qu’à manger plus faibles qu’eux,
Qu’à sauter les pelotes de laine innocentes,
Mon jardin avait hier une douce musique,
Aujourd’hui il est plus silencieux qu’une tombe,
Les chats font fuir, les gentils oiseaux,
Ils ne voient pas beaucoup plus loin que leur joli nez,
Ah les caresses qu’ils attendent, quelle fausse monnaie,
Tournez le dos, ils dévorent tous vos amis.
You've got the pivotal idea
You've got the precious gift of a voice
You've got the world at your helm
Let it not be lost in the maze of your brain
Let it not be drowned in the depth of your saliva
Let it all flow
speak
Your words can silence the world
Your words can leave a legacy
Your dreams can waken the nation
Let your courage scare away the fear
Let your voice be loud and clear
Sacrifice the serenity of your silence
Speak
Working Mothers | By: Maeve Simons | | Category: Poem - Children Bookmark and Share
Working Mothers
Working mothers are in a class of their own.
Maintaining a house and paying off a loan.
Schedules to follow, deadlines to be met.
Doing it all to keep out of debt.
Children and bosses all demanding your time.
Type this ASAP! Please just one more nursery rhyme?
Driving to the sitter, practice and school.
Your new black suit is covered in drool.
Diapers to change, clothes to mend,
buttons to sew, meetings to attend.
Doctors, dentist, teacher visits galore,
ballet lessons, soccer games and you work until four!
Your desk is cluttered with pictures of the kids.
At home your cabinets are filled with sippy cup lids.
Scratches, bruises, cuts to heal,
lately mom’s cooking is a Happy Meal ®.
Boos-boos to kiss, big hugs goodnight,
to scare away monsters, we’ll leave on the light.
There are dishes to be washed, laundry to be done,
put them aside and have some fun.
When Friday comes and your work week ends,
visit grandparents, neighbors and friends.
Go to the library, park or zoo,
you will surely meet other moms just like you.
Read to your children, teach them right from wrong,
play with them, dance with them, sing their favorite song.
Children need love, discipline and praise.
(The boss needs to be reminded of that well-deserved raise.)
Enjoy your children now for jobs come and go.
One day they’re babies and the next you’ll know.
They’re off on their own thinking fondly of the past,
trying to make all their memories last.
The rewards are grand and it is so much fun
to see your son hit his first home run,
Seeing your daughter in a pink tu-tu,
hearing those words "I love you."
When is your job done? - Never they say,
Thank goodness! This working mom would dread that day!
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Our family tree will never stop growing…our faith and comfort will never crumble
Love grows here…so have no fear—God is near
My family, though packed up with pride and low self-esteem, still appears humble
Mirth produces joy and our hope gives birth to cheer
God is our Father; who could play this role as skillfully? Who, other than God, created the world so genuinely?
Love comes from He…so scare away the anxiety—God will grant us ecstasy
My family, though packed up with hope and despair, cherishes my soul with glee
Rebirth and life comes from He and our faith should draw near to thee
"i love you sweet boy..we will have fun this summer and be a close and godly family..nighty nit my light"
This summer, I am positive that we will be a close and godly family
But we must be lights of the world…and we must be willing to finish that race of hardships to earn His dignity
By all means, we will have an enjoyable break without paying a fee
But we must be God’s faithful followers…and we must be prepared to follow our Shepherd who is the key
Of never-ending faith and comfort, nourishing us abundantly
He still exists…He unravels the insanity
Of this world and set us free from blasphemy
Watching over us with pure vitality
Give us Your water
Don’t leave us in the gutter
Listen to the words we mutter
I pray that our family tree will look up to you devotedly
Dragon has left the winter behind; but’s still wound up & flighty as a bat.
He’s in competition with a friend, to be more creative than Dear old Jack.
He wants to make Dragon concrete art, for with Jack Ellison, to compete!
If Jack can do 1700 poems, he won’t rest until 1700 statues, are complete.
He already sells concrete Dragon footprints, popular wherever he goes.
We use them as stepping-stones on our land, everywhere, you know!
First he wants a leaning tower of Dragon, to help scare away our moles.
Then a Dragon Colosseum, within which to practice... our Ninja Trolls.
Next a splash pool you can walk thru, with Dragons to touch and to hold.
He’ll build the Great Wall of Dragon, complete with a kiddy slide, I’m told!
Another idea is a Statue of Liberty Dragon with music coming from inside.
All of it patriotic, as sung by our illustrious and greatly talented Troll choir.
Then Dragon street lamps, to light up & make life safer, throughout the lands!
The Mayor said he could make all this into a new tourist ‘Dragon Land’.
Disney World ‘Eat your heart out!’ We truly DO know, where IT is truly at!
But Dragon balked at being made a comic strip character at first, how sad!
But we told him Super Heroes are in comic books, throughout ALL the land.
Now he will become, ‘Dragon with a D’, of course, with lots of adoring fans.
If you want to be in his comics, Holler ‘HELP’! I’ll write you in, like a pro!
Between exploring his new escapades, he’ll be making his own statues, so...
Yea! He’s doing untold number of poses, to be put in…The City Park!
This should make the Sheriff of Crazyland, simply… Happy as a Lark!
We’ll start with a Dragon Festival there, with Dragon dances everywhere.
Firemen Welcome as Parade floats of Paper Dragons, dance as they sail by!
Dragon sees himself as a Super-dillious-ish Hero, as his stories spin each day!
But Dragon as a comic book figure? Naw! He can’t picture it… No Way!
So we’ll just have to keep that part to ourselves, as sparks fall on his parade.
For you simply have to remember that... REALITY is NOT his thing!
Written 5-21-2015
"Drop your pants Zoe"
"No, am scared"
"You will love it, trust me"
"Aa aa aa am scared"
"Look into my eyes, Zoe"
"Okay, be gentle"
It's the deafening sound of silence
Tickling the ghost of her past
She hears a sea laughters
Wave after waver, laughter after laughter
She hears a council of drums;
Drumsticks, the skeletons of her closet
She hears the phantom crunch of footsteps
Foot after foot, moon walks on the gaunt floor of her psyche
Dance after dance, dust after dust
Banshees hum lullabies; weredogs sway her cradle
Her neck is failing, the weight on her head is pressing
Reins are taut and insanity rides the chariots of sanity
A salvo of dragonballs roast her neurons; her mind is an apocalypse
She grabs her head in disguise and wails off her trance.
Her howl strikes a match, scare away the ghost.
She looks around, hoping no eye bears witness
D etonated
E mbarrassed
A fflicted
T ormented
H arassed
Her silence, her death, her noise, her breath
Her grace, emotive;
That's why she's talkative
That's why she's hyperactive
She laughs to dead jokes and her lungs slave in their cage of ribs
Harass not but embrace her.
Be the light;
Be quick,
Be straight.
Be the light,
Show the right way.
Be the light,
And help until the sunrise.
Focus,
To generate the spark.
Use badness as fuel
And scare away the dark.
Use the light
To highlight the goodness,
Be a lighter
And burn the badness.
Be the light,
Be colourful from inside
And clear from outside.
Be the light
In the darkest situation;
Be the hope.
Be the light
So that no one
take you lightly
Light up yourself
From the inside spark.
Become a killer,
But only for the dark.
Candle is calling,
Just light it up.
Caught the scent of the earth divine
The clouds are here, could sense the rain
Mind succumbs to the heart of love
Its time to rejoice, no matter how!
Listen to the trees smile and scream
The rustle of the leaves makes the surrounds gleam
The drops from the heaven make the earth come alive
The birds fly home, the kids jump and dive
The winds scare away the thundering clouds
The clouds run for cover, comes out the sun proud
The drops disappear as steam, makes the earth frown
The sky looks dry, the spirits go deep down
Bees
September 2016
Bees live in colonies that contain one queen bee
There are 20,000 species of bees u see
They smell with their antennas and have the same agenda
To work 365 days and Scare away predictors with a hive wave
the worker bee and the male drone
Never leave Miss Queen Bee alone
In the sky he continues to fly
Till he finds her home in the breeze, Up high in the trees
Worker bees clean the hive, collecting pollen and nectar
They promise to never neglect her
I am just a scarecrow
but my life is now quite dire,
they have decided this year
to put me on a fire.
Who is this chap named Guy Faulkes
I do not want to be him
I love to stand in my field
and scare upon a whim.
I'm very good at my job
I scare away the crows
and I didn't mind the robin
who nested in my nose,
and then there's Jenny wren
who's snuggled in my pocket
and now they want to set me alight
like they do the rockets.
Why cant they make this new guy
and leave me well alone
he wont mind being set alight
for he has got no home
they made me years and years ago
I;m really wearing well
I've a feather in my hat
and a chiming bell.
I'm feeling rather sad today
as you can understand,
I've a belly full of straw
and gloves for my hands
what will the farmer do
to scare the birds away
if i'm not here to shoo
them from his crops each day.
Do you know what I wish
that it should rain all day
On the date November
then they'll stay away
but if it should not rain
I'll hide in the barn
for I cant stand the pain
of leaving this old farm.
If only they could spruce me up
I can get the kiddies on my side
new neckerchief around my neck
in my field i'd take some pride.
When farmer Jones, he made me
he thought me rather good
so why has he forsaken me
to burn me up like wood,
I stood about on this field
forty year or more
I know which birds to scare
I really know the score
oh' farmer Jones.dont do this
your trust i;m sure I'll earn
I've been out in this field so long
i;m sure to green to burn.
The little children love me
especially my friend Nell
for if they came for me today
she'd hide me down the well.
The day is here, the time has come
the party spirits high
hot dogs, toffee apples and fireworks
waiting to light the sky
But wait the children saved me
with a bundle of old clothes
some welly boots, a turnip head
and a carrot for his nose
they stood about in a circle
and heres the reason why
when nobody was looking
they made a chap called guy,
so..my life's been saved today
I can live without fear
well that is of course
till Nov 5th next year.