Horse Halloween Poems

We had heard of tomato head, of course.
Many thought it was a rumor spread by a horse.
Black Beauty was particularly fond of such lies.
I watched...

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Being a parsel-tongue, I knew I was Slytherine, of course.
Dressing in scales and slithering would give it away though.
So I dressed as my patronus, seventeen-hands...

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I jumped a bit when the hearse was slammed.
My bones were brittle, and I felt quite damned.
My flesh was starting to gray up, it gave...

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Do you enjoy this haunted ride with me?
I hope it’s nice and comfy on the hay.
So many spooky things there are to see.
It’s more fun...

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When the Lone Ranger has his finger on his gun's trigger, he constantly has to pull it.
When the moon is full, he hunts and kills...

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The Eve

Death is happy, 
the candy is out. 
Mountains and mountains, 
of sugar and sweets...
for the little "treats" 
that come by the house willingly, 
to...

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Summer winds down, autumn appears
Leaves upon ground from deciduous trees
Foliage now rustic ebbs slowly away
Animals gather food for winters stay.

Webs that glisten from wet morning...

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I remember the day Frankenstein was made,                  ...

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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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This year's Halloween edition....





"Pale Horse and the Yellow Submarines"



There approaches 
One

Light bringer
rides a dead pony

albino 
red eyed, no gun

or so 
the story goes

pale 
as death

hear...

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Endlessly seeking what once was his,
he rides through the night searching pell-mell,
his destiny unknown and undefined.

His ebony horse speeds on two toes,
lathered, panting, fatigue’s sign...

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With a crazy weirdo witchlike stare
She said “Break this stale and stifled air”
The crow landed softly on autumn’s mare.
And drove his talons into her soft...

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Witchy Patty’s bulbous nose smelled smoked toad and horse livers.
Anticipating their sweet taste gave her the salivating quivers.
If they had bat’s tongue and owl’s beak...

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Hollow

Well-earned vacation at last
A tough work week in the past
Nice evening walk in faint fog
Along the banks of a bog 

Some dog howling up ahead
A...

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johny sooter our old friend,
was chasing witches once again,
in the night they fly around,
flying fast without a sound,
with his horse johny said,
ye old witches will...

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