Ghouls just wanna have fun
I smirked when I heard this
who said it? Just one?
Don’t know said my friend Chris.
we were at a Halloween ball
and this slogan was being passed around
not by one, but by all
the answer I swiftly found
There was a young ghoul named Jenny
She did not have a filter, not any
She told everything she knew, was about twenty-two
Ghouls just wanna have fun was something for her to do.
dolls from the sixties
pre Barbie days
chubby bodies with round faces
rivaled the cuteness of a toddler
two-year-old leaned into the window
gazing at them with rapt attention
not realizing they were ghouls in disguise
ready to take the soul of whomever took them home
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Under a weird, pitch-black moon,
the graveyard ghouls moaned a haunting tune.
Old Edgar’s ghost (a CPA by trade)
checked spectral spreadsheets in the shade.
The haunting rates, he hissed, are too low—
Only one faint moan per week? That’s woe!”
Gertrude, floating around in her cobwebby dress,
rolled her hollow eyes. Today’s kids! They're a mess!
Last Halloween, teens just filmed their TikToks—
They laughed at my chains! Ignored my death-knocks!
Her wail, once chilling, now nothing but a squeak,
like rusty hinges, dry and weak.
HALLOWEEN
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door creaks
ghoul speaks
Written September 27, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
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Graveyards speak their secrets
Gleams fade in moonlight breath
Groans sound from hollow trees
Glimpses of claws in gloom
Gates creak with weird warning
Glowing eyes watch you sleep
Gone is the shelter of night
Gates of hell were opened
Guttural groans were heard
Grotesque ghouls overhead
Gowned in gossamer gauze
Gnarled fingers reached for me
Guilefully, they took flight
Gory night of bloodshed
Gloaming gone, gloom begins;
gabbling ghouls gyrate on
gargoyles, gawping with their
grim glaucous eyes, scaring
gravid girls, gormless boys;
goatish hooves gigue upon
gibbets, grave corpses jig.
Galactic blood red sky
Gathers for Halloween
Goulish grotesque, zombies
Gross witches and black cats
Goblins, plus gruesome ghosts
Ghastly, grim, while groaning
Guarantees goosebumps.
They made a horror flick
He was weak or he was sick
They chose him as the star
He can run, but won't get far
They created a wall compartment
Inside his small apartment
They installed cameras there
Reality show, unwanted, but they didn't care.
(bridge)
He felt ill, he began to ail
No idea of the hand pushing down the scale
Romance and work dove down the drain
They laughed and gloated at his pain.
(Chorus)
It’s a horror flick, but the plot is real,
They aren't like us in the way they feel.
He’s the star they chose, but the plot is sick,
Living and dying in their horror flick.
He heard them speak, felt nerve gas in his room
His apartment was a secret tomb.
He knew too much, but the cops would not believe
And he could not save others, for them we grieve.
So, learn the lesson be an owl:
Around us ghouls are on the prowl
They pass as normal, but empathy lacks
And in normal life, there are hidden attacks.
It could happen to you too
Bewildered by all the bad things that accrue
A life derailed, no suspicion why
When the only exit seems the choice to die.
In the moonlight almost midnight
clearly witching hour is nearly here
time for ghosts gremlins goblins ghouls
beware the phantoms but have no fear
don't take candies or sweets
from strangers you will meet
as there be scary zombies
out there on the streets
and if you don't believe
then when trick or treating
ask and ye shall receive
for tonight is All Hallows' Eve
steering blatant revelries, ghouls engaged to death
chomping down streetlight openings in bitter stone
bow walled yew tree drifters, steps of many feet in
shallow parade to pew, the kneel cushion's betrayal
- how the shadowless crave… and the headless sing
I value my ( own life )
I cherish the right to
Live in a freedom of
Human trial and error
Rather than a endless
Regurgitative existence
Composed of
Negativisam and terror.!
I've no wish to scrutinize
Childrens faces to know
If they they live in fear.?
Oh no..' unlike those; of
Grotesque desire and aim
Suzanna Reid and Naga with
dr hillary death' and and aging
Anchor Charlie: that is their
Game.! I only view the b b c or
I t v, 4 even' to sift among
Their lies.. Is it to sad to know,
This now..? New (Unsurprise!)
Dare not venture outdoors on Halloween
There's witches out there who are truly mean
They tempt one with brew
That looks just like stew
But is made from reptile liver and spleen.
There lies the remains of the veggie who
Had nerve to savour from the witches brew
A minute on lips
And away he slipped
To his throne on high, a porcelain loo.
The spook who constantly sits on the loo
Never has time to put fear into you
For death is not kind
When a sore behind
Stops a ghost from jumping out shouting "BOO.”
To some a brew is a nice cup of tea
A witch a character in a story
No tricks and no treats
No nice things to eat
No Halloween, no ghouls and no gory.
Ghosts and goblins come in waves on Halloween,
The spookiest spooks and ghouliest ghouls you've ever seen.
They really haven't come to haunt,
It's not your mortal soul they want,
Just your Skittles, Candy Corn, and Jelly Beans.
Vampires, werewolves, zombies, hags,
Witches, warlocks, wraiths in rags,
They won't suck your blood or eat you,
They're just here to trick-or-treat you.
When the doorbell rings, you'd best fill up their bags.
If brave of heart, you might invite them in.
Your lair is dark, the fiendish games begin.
Apples to bob, a tail to pin,
Brew to imbibe, a bottle to spin,
As party monsters celebrate All Hallows E'en.
Stalking the dark of Halloween night
With hollow eyes that have no sight
There is no flesh upon my bones
I can't seem to find my way home.
I'd lay dying upon my bed
With no one there to share my death
No hand to hold as mine grew cold
No comfort for my heart's console.
For many months alone I've laid
No one to see me to my grave
My weary soul is seeking rest
And that's the reason for my quest.
But where O where am I to go
Heaven or Hell, I do not know
The living turn and run away
Will not give me the time of day.
I see ghosts and ghouls everywhere
I ask for help but they dont care
I tried hitching a broomstick ride
"No skeletons" the witches cried.
So I roam this scariest night
Hoping that angels see my plight
Tho' I be only made of bone
My heart's pure gold, not made of stone.
If you see me, I beg you stay
Don't look then walk the other way
I promise I am not a ghost
Just a corpse wrapped up in a cloak.
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