Intercom: the visuals are incredible!
The spray of candy corn fireworks
and the snowflake stars. Land ho…
…and out come the celebrants. They
Stick their tongue to the flakes. Catch.
the honey Brach’s with their teeth.
Leaves layered everywhere. Seasons
on display. Children’s flower windmills
wheeling. Sun’s mellow-yellow-smile.
Oaks, maples and pines holding hands,
branches clapping, looking up, gifting
edible acorns and prickly pine cones.
The skies grow heavy with foreboding
as the great and small pumpkins roll in.
Hideous laughter, sinister carvings
on their orange ribbed faces. Seed webs
dangle from their toothy grins. The wind
says, “Boo!” and off go the craven beasts.
Oft the celebrants feel sorry for them,
having most of their insides scooped
and made into the most delicious pie.
They end up taking one in per house.
Each pumpkin shines bright, contained
on breezy porch, scared of the next boo.
In the shifting air
the sweet scent of candy corn
candle wax burning
All doors are open
an ancient mystery lives
I bask in its glow
You have been on my mind
Since I saw you last night.
Lying there on the shelf,
So innocently.
Your orange wrappings
Caught my eye
And never let go.
I walked right up to you,
Held you in my hands.
For the first time
In twelve months.
Your fragrance, the same.
There is something
So vintage, so nostalgic
About you...
The scent of warm honey
And sugary vanilla.
Old fashioned, yet distinctive.
You know
I cannot resist you.
Cannot deny
My sweet tooth.
The agony
Of a year without you
Was too much...
And, only a few bags left.
Clearly, someone else
Was missing you, too.
Candy corn cravings
They come...
Earlier and earlier
Each and every fall.
There was no stopping them
Or me...
Nibbling, nibbling.
At the white...
At the orange...
Then the yellow...
Savoring, savoring.
Your smoothness.
Your sweet, creamy flavor.
Nibbling, nibbling.
Until I was left with
Nothing but crumbs,
Empty hands
And twelve more months
Of candy corn cravings...
Fall Flavors Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Theme: Eating candy corn
September 15, 2022
O candy corn
If food was p*rn
You start with one
And then you’re done
Where did they go
You do not know
Rationalize:
They’re tiny pies!
But face the facts
They’re candied wax
O candy corn
I thought I’d sworn
But there you are
Right in that jar
And so I’m drawn
Till you’re all gone
Myself to blame
I flush with shame
O candy corn
If food was p*rn…
Pink unicorn who is shaved and shorn
Was born in the land of yellow candy corn.
She adorns herself with purple ribbons proudly worn.
A torn meniscus and ACL makes her blue and forlorn.
Peach morning brings hope to lovely pink unicorn.
Matterhorn black magic in land of candy corn
Completely heals up the sweet Pink unicorn
Candy corn! Candy corn!
I want nothing else in my Halloween bag
but mounds of candy corn!
I could Trick or Treat all night
and then stay out until the morn,
but nothing screams Halloween to me
like a sack full of candy corn.
I marvel at its yellow cap,
followed by orange and its tip of white
and if I didn't get candy corn in my bag,
it would have been just a fruitless night.
And a ghost could try to scare me
and I wouldn't jump one bit,
but if I didn't get my candy corn,
I'd be frightened out of my wits.
A witch could put a spell on me
and then go flying into the sky.
Or a black cat could cross my path a hundred times
and I wouldn't blink an eye.
An owl could hoot in my ear until dawn
and I wouldn't hear a peep.
But if I didn't get candy corn in my bag,
I wouldn't be able to sleep.
A bat could hover over my head
and a vulture circle nearby.
A gaggle of goblins could follow me home
and the man in the moon could wink his eye.
A skeleton could tap me on the shoulder
and it would scarcely cause a fright,
but as long as I have candy corn in my bag
I'm the happiest soul on Halloween night.
copyright © 2019 Gregory Firlotte
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.
Those colorful treats
The yellow, orange, and white
Tasty as could be
Candy corn is the best treat
Surely for this Halloween
Russell Sivey
Written for Sara Kendrick
The gourds were really jealous of
the pumpkin's orange hide.
The golden corn was long, long, gone
the scarecrow did confide.
The old oak tree was worrying
for he'd TP on his crown,
and the barn's backside was plastered
with a witch who's falling down.
The plastic skeleton rattled
in the evening breeze
laughing at the harvest moon
he was trying not to sneeze!
Soon the kids would bob for apples
and eat candy till they hurled
Oh yes Halloween's a grand old time
for all the boys and girls!
10/2/13
left a small goblin
In charge of the candy corn
a poor idea
9/9/13
Everything Halloween contest
When the candy corn attacks
The yellow and the orange
And the ever sweetened white
All come after you
They take you in their sweetness
Enveloped and morphed inside
Grand scheme of candy delight
To take you within
Just when you thought you were safe
Candy corn comes attacking
Right on the offensive track
With high awareness
The yellow slows you way down
And orange curls your stomach
And white takes and knocks you out
Combination punch
Of all the Halloween tricks
This one seems the deadliest
To the weary partygoers
Trying to have fun
Entrant into Joyce Johnson's "My Favorite" contest
9/1/2012
Striped with yellow,orange and white
This sugary treat is such delight
Chomp it down with so much pleasure
As candy goes it is a treasure
A sure sign that it's Halloween
In all the stores it can be seen
So get your costume primed and ready
The days are winding down so steady
Soon is coming that fun night
When haunted houses are a fright
Moms and dads give candy corn
To kids with awesome costumes worn