Freedom Halloween Poems

From roses to peonies, from peonies to lovers
im swinging on the bench during the deepest Halloween night like a crazy cicada enamorada wrapped around the...

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October is one of those months that begin to transition and change to prepare for winter.

As our days begin to shorten, this tenth month brings...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Pallbearers filled the bus
 
Off to funerals in an angry rush
 
It’s the wicked; they say who have no peace

 That’s why the Pallbearers get...

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Indeed, I was the Queen of my Halloween Past,
Think of Halloween, the day any of us could be whomever 
we wanted to be.
Somehow that freedom...

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Orange and lit up, how he widely smiles! 
And..,next to a him, huge political sign.

I am fed up with hiding my political voice, 
After all,...

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Halloween Tale, Poetic Dream Of Raven, Poe And I
(Not a contest entry)

When into an unearthed slumber I fell
An accursed storm came with its black tail
Within...

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It's almost Halloween, and parents
afraid to let children go out?
First it was drugs in candies, then razors, 
then predators, it makes me want to shout!

You...

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Its strange how I have always loved the fall
Even as a child with schools threat so near
I yawn and watched as time slowed to a...

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Don’t Lower Manhattan, 
Keep your heads held high.
Don’t have any truck with evil and 
Let West Side show your best side.
We all come to you,
We’ll...

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Strobe lightning flashes
when midnight strikes home
Blades of grass whistling
signals the brutal winter wind
that follows harshly
Shady shallow creatures
crawl out of their shells of unfinished business
Growls of...

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A Hallows Eve of trick or treating, elaborate costumes, candy eating,
       Lantern’s dimming upon nightfall, locked doors marks next...

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My Cousin Chaos

What cousin incest I am my own chaos
too much unpredictable prediction not to be cosmic
comical maybe the anarchy the drive for comprehension
and so...

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October firmly sits
awaiting the imminent arrival
of Hallows Eve.  It creeps
ever closer, and so too my ghosts.
Skeletons long packed away
play percussion solos with my coat...

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Man or myth, fact or fiction, a primitive walking legend,
A photo vision of realism, or fraud’s conception of the
Ultimate hoax gone wrong, evolution's unseen experimental
Beast,...

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