Coming the thirty-first,
Costumed kids seeking sweets~~
Chiclets, Snickers, Starbursts,
Chick-O-Stick, and such treats.
Cautious parents take their
Charming little ones to
Caring neighbors they trust.
ZOMBIES
Zodiac Babylon.
Zombies resurrected.
Ziggurat, stiff like stone.
Zigzag, shuffle, shamble.
Zipless undead flesh wraiths.
Zestless, yet voracious.
Zeroed in on my brain!
Pleiades Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
9/22/2025
At Halloween dinner a bat appeared
On the menu of a place call oh-dear
The bat wasn't clean
It looked tender and lean
So, it flew off shaking with fear
Ghost eyes was following me
So, I hid behind an oak tree
I was to scared to run
At first I though it was fun
Until he slime me and I couldn't see
Candy corns coming soon
Circus peanuts, full moon
Candy necklaces for Jane
Caramel cubes again?
Chunkys, one's not enough
Candy cigarettes, puff
Crap - what Mom calls that stuff
"Wicked witch reeks havoc.
Wanders across the sky.
Watching for prey to scare.
Westward wind blows cold air.
Whimpering children run.
What a terrible fright,
With Halloween tonight." The Poet
Weird happenings tonight.
Witches all take to flight.
Want to give kids a fright.
Will tricks be their delight?
Whisking children away.
What treats will come their way,
While Halloween's today ?
WITCHES
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Whispers coil in chimney smoke,
Waning moon's thin silver cloak,
Weeds cling to graveyard stone,
Withered hands on bony knuckles,
Warty bumps and elongated nose,
Wax drips from candles slow on their alters, black.
Woven spells on midnight's breath—
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.
Yes, I invented “trick or treat”
so you could fill your mouth with sweets.
Candy bars and lemon drops,
marshmallows and Tootsie Pops,
butterscotch and bubble gum —
hold out your hand, they’ll give you some.
Chocolate kisses, Jujubes too,
sourballs and jellybeans for you.
Have a cake, some cookies too —
take a couple, grab a few.
Peppermint sticks and Mary Janes,
licorice whips and candy canes.
Slurp some soda, munch some pie,
don’t let those M&Ms go by.
Chew that toffee, munch those treats,
get that caramel in your teeth.
Then come see me, I’ll be near —
I’m your friendly dentist, dear.
The antique mechanism
of the old clock had stopped.
The winding should have been
enough -- and yet, though the
pendulum swung back in forth
in perfect rhythm, no comforting
clicks emanated, as was usual,
the reassuring pulse of a consistent
heartbeat, regulator of a healthy
household.
The big hand had paused, 2 minutes
of. I thought, was this an angel, come
to my aid, or a devil, seething more
terror, personifying the foul deed
about to fully unfold? She would be
here, at nine. No doubt, her obsession
with punctuality. 2 minutes till, the
fiend had bound me to a chair. Assembled
the deadly charge, painstakingly attached to the
clock. Gagged as well I had no way of warning her.
2 minutes till...no, 1:58, 1:57, the clock's
now deadly hand had begun to again
advance. I heard her key in the door.
One minute to detonation. The door squeaked
on neglected hinges. "Cut! All right, 10 minute
break" the directed informed us, after shooting
for 4 hours non-stop.
I awoke from a dream --
well, let me start again:
My thought was that I had
awakened. Yet, I rose quite
mistily -- with ghastly figures
hanging in the air, moving
to and fro, in possessed manner.
Swat at them, I could not. My
arms would not lift, my hands
seeming porcelain objects. Residue
stillness, long after the model
had expired, and the artist had eaten
his last moistened bread meal.
The volume of Poe, lie open
on the bedstead, where it had been
wearily placed, just before my
dozing. Strange, the last page read had
been altered...and the name highlighted
for death, was now my own. Could
this deranged volume and I have
mysteriously, mystically changed
realities? My name began
to burn, uplift from the page, the savage
apparitions swarming to tear hungrily at the
fleeing image. My soul drowning in drool.
They say you look like Frankenstein
But I say that's not true
I think that Frankenstein
Is prettier than you
When it's time for trick or treat
And Kids knock on the door
The children look in horror
Like I never seen before
But I really don't mind
If you come around at night
As long as you promise, Dear
You won't turn on the light
Chorus
I know you can't be pretty
No matter what you do
So I will have to find away
To be a monster too
When it's time for trick or treat
And Kids knock on the door
The children look in horror
Like I never seen before
But I really don't mind
If you come around at night
As long as you promise, Dear
You won't turn on the light
Chorus
I know you can't be pretty
No matter what you do
So, I will have to find away
To be a monster too
I know you can't be pretty
But know that this is true
I'll never love another
As much as I love you
PUMPKIN PATCH
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Pumpkins are the sweetness of autumn, the suns of the earth reflecting our own star radiating hearth-spun orange upon the earthy brown.
equinox draws near
pumpkin season arising
pumpkin spice far, near
a misty morning
pumpkins laying on the ground
fall leaves everywhere
sitting in a pile
pumpkins wait for Halloween
for smiles to return
An ominous water tower
Stands tall in Starin Park
Barricaded by a spiked fence
Iron clads the stained-glass windows
A steel door bolted shut
What secrets lie within its walls?
On the night of a blood moon
Witches shrouded in crimson robes
Conducted a satanic ritual
To call forth a demon from hell.
The ceremony was a success, but at a cost.
Hellborn claws slew the High Witch.
The remaining members stood firm.
Combined their strength to subdue the creature.
Calling forth the spirits of nature,
The witches configured a tower
To confine the bloodthirsty beast
So none shall meet an unfortunate end.
They say on a full moon night,
You can hear otherworldly growls
Echoing throughout the tower
Rattling the bravest of souls
Who'd dare to venture forth
To the Witches Tower.
the vampire queen was on the hunt at the vampire ball
vultures, beasts and demons came to her as if by a call
she transmogrified devils into trolls with one flick
this queen was cagey, incredibly sneaky and slick
in the vampire king’s manor, the ballroom was dimly lit,
gnomes were as at home here as claws and hoofs that fit.
there is a hunger that must be satisfied, this is for sure.
the vampire queen advanced quickly, her motives impure.
hidden in the dark, dank, dismal shadows was the vampire king.
watching the queen with all of his might, her neck quite the thing.
the dance began slowly, as he advanced from her left without genuflect.
She turned and gave him that come-hither look and let him see her neck.
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