Gears to grind, grey grimace?
O ghoulish, gold to get?
Turtle, beneath carapace!
He who sleeps forgets!
The champion of the city?
A far off challenger?
This may not - Well, pity.
O for thee, sound! Sad? Sure...
Soul in care of, portal?
A sword will sort it out?
Heart blood, pump! Pour, poor pill!
Ravine rill runs the rout!
Fire-god, in a stern tall forge.
What there will we see?
Abyssal the chasm gorge!
Flickering flock, thy fee!
Guns atop the atoll?
This strategy worked when?
Downward plunge into thy hole!
O dragon, doom! Death! Den...
Rack of lamb for dinner?
Thy supper's sorely got.
O vampire, vine! The winner?
It couldn't be thee, thought.
Cold thy core, O bonfire?
It never seems to get.
Heaven and Hell, murk and mire!
Pinned down, O my pet!
six ghoulish goblins glowing in the dark
one of them suggests a Halloween lark
painting crazy faces on jack-o-lanterns in the road.
a witch goes crazy; one turns into a loud toad.
another ghoulish goblin chases the witch away.
She has run out of spells and screams along the way.
black cat dances past them carrying a scalding pot.
wearing huge kitchen mitts, just like he ought.
five ghoulish goblins go out to trick or treat.
No one screams tonight as they go down the street.
On Halloween everyone looks spooky like a creep.
Tasty newfound candy lulls five ghoulish goblins to sleep.
I had never seen such a sycamore tree said my friend Neve.
Was it a coincidence that I found it on Hallows eve?
Had no idea what she was talking about until late that night.
The ghoulish faced tree gave me an incredible fright.
I jumped visibly, and my scream was heard through the night.
Echoing on other trees in the forest, projecting on until light.
Neve, remember the ghoulish tree that gave you a fright?
You were right, I told her. You were right! Right! Right! Right
Fearing ghosts is not foolish if they are ghoulish
for evil specters might haunt you Halloween night
ghoulish entities ooze from the bowels of graves
slurping and slinking around bushes and under porches
they are the night raiders, the soul stealers, the vampire’s minions.
I feel their presence, and my blood freezes. I cannot get warm enough.
They have arrived.
I am their destination tonight.
Walking in the dark ghostly night
During the black stillness of twilight
Into the forest of superstitious fear
Burning eyes through you do sear
A fuliginous mist hung in the air
Obscured things that werent there
Atmosphere held a sinister feel
Fueling fears how will you deal
Secrets held on this eves hallow
Bodies hid in graves so shallow
Sending through you such chills
Behind the spooky haunted hills
When you hear a thumping sound
Jumping in fright you turn around
Thinking this could be your ending
Doomed feelings now are pending
Screeching screams of night owls
Werewolves deep guttural growls
Make your skin feel it's crawling
Leaving you there standing bawling
~No one escape from life alive you see~
So stay at home and you'll be free
~Even the dead tell stories of fright~
On this Ghoulish monsters night
"No one escapes from life alive"
~Michael Crichton~
"Even the dead tell stories"
~Marcus Sedgwick~
Haha my sad attempt at scary!;)
Ghoulish moon
Veiled behind clouds of dark night,
struggling to catch up with the breeze,
Ghoulish moon draped in serene white,
rolled fast to bewilder with its dazzle !
Written Oct 22nd, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Theme- Halloween moon
Entered for "Theme#5- Moon- Old or New" poetry contest by SKAT A
Awarded 9th place win
Give me not time or day
For my life is set to fade
Dreams surreal into the realm
I live as If I'm alone on film
Kiss me not upon the lips
Shun me from your tenderness
Against the dawn dark prowls
I taste of past and swallow now
My body declines will my mind live
My soul succumbs my spirit rived
Into the black I seek light
Borrowed wings I soar to flight
Red the earth blue the sea
Heaven above forsake mercy
The gates are locked back I fall
Spiraling down Hell's wall
Dead faces refuse to see
No prayers to lift me
Blood streams from the wall
Stain earth restrains my fall
Devil nor angel free nor slave
I toss and turn within the grave
Beneath I hear the ground break
Demon hands my soul take
Into an abyss of roaring flames
I hear the whispers wisp my name
Against the will of my damned soul
I accept and let it go
Through mist of spirit vapor
From Satan's lung I escape her
As the fog kisses the shore
Back to earth I deplore
Haunting life I cannot be
Taunting beings without mercy
Taking down bitter souls
I mock the gift my hands stole
a world of ghoulish white
blocks my nightly meander
moon made shadows claws and scrap
hold my lifeless heart
There once was a bad ghoulish goblin.
Thump, thump on a crutch he was hobblin’.
It was Halloween night.
He dared to give a fright.
But he fell to the ground; he was wobblin’.
© November 4, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
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