Long Boo Poems
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the night is dark
man in the moon disembark
awful chilling and spooky
b o o , b o o ... soupy
no one in sight
even under bright
old street lamp light
daunted and stark
black cat in the park
old owl yon hark
melodies meadow lark
jet siren echo
chirping geckos
along the eaves
full of wet leaves
in the distance
coexistence
lethal bald eagle
loud in gleeful
ever peaceful
frogs and doggies bark
leave a soggy mark
scarecrow in stitches
monsters in britches
broomstick hurls its witch
over devils ditch
ghost do boast
bats hang undermost
thumping pumpkins
dancing munchkins'
ugly and mean
all convene for Halloween
10/31/2020
Children Story
Happy Halloween Soup Friends
For the very first time in my whole damn life
Things are sailing along tickety boo
Don't ever remember a time quite like this
On top of the world cuz of you
You've turned my world all topsy turvy
Loving it, as happy as it gets
Been sailing along on cloud number nine
Haven't quite gotten over it yet
Probably never will and why would I want to
It's the greatest feeling known to man
This tickety boo feeling, this feeling of love
There's nothing to match this élan
If you think it's a great new formula of mine
I'd simply say look in your heart
Everyone possesses this ability to find love
The heart's the best place to start
We were cruising along on the Norfolk Broads
One bright September's day.
When we moored up in Wroxham
A Swan popped up his head to say
"Beak a boo! Beak a boo!
Do you have a crumb or two?
We like to greet each stopping crew
And we see that you are new."
When he paused to look at us
We all broke in to fits of laughter.
Just before he bowed back down again,
Nana snapped a shot to enjoy after.
"Beak a boo, Pugwash and crew,
It's a joy to meet you too!
My family and friends are here too.
Will we meet again? I hope we do!"
Such memories with the ones we love
Can help us to cope when they have to go.
The cover of this very book
Is a drawing of my Nan's photo.
Boo-Witches Cat Eyes Halloween Mice
Ghost and goblins stretch high above the street
Hidden in shadows, witches with crooked teeth
Those beady eyes, longest noses twitch at Halloween's beat
A crescendo building towards those lil cute mice, trick for treat
Naivety and innocence follow those scampering feet
Held tightly to their chest are bagfuls of sweet
A witches cat stalks the cute pinks, hidden in maddening heat
Held close to whiskers of doom, yellow tape and a coroners sheet
One more house to trick for treat, mice's abode, saves lil heartbeat
Gone is the rush of the blood, as whiskers boos an elongated retreat
10/18/17
Steampunk Cat name of Charlie Boo
Thought his vices were mystery to Sue
Brought her violets in hue of blue
For it was she that Charlie wanted to woo
Sue was a savvy feline, with a keen open mind
She knew that many made fun of Charlie, which was not kind
Decided to give him a chance, for he might be a sweet find.
They were soon running to the altar, their pledges to bind.
The door opened and in slinked a persnickety cat with a pout.
She said “Charlie Boo, what to do you think you’re about?
Charlie Boo gave a whimper, a shriek and a blood gushing shout.
He was already married, you see – the big, bigamist lout.
Today’s the U.S. Open Final
Taking place in Queens,
With Alcaraz and Sinner
Front and center on our screens.
We’ve been told the prez will be on hand
And, while the anthem plays,
All the cameras will be focused
On the bluster he displays.
Yet to show how things have changed,
A memo managed to get sent
To the broadcast booths of every station
Brooking no dissent –
No booing of the U.S. king
Should make it on the air.
If such disruptions do get shown,
Well, broadcasters, beware!
This censorship just reinforces
How low we have sunk.
Our former democratic values
Certainly have shrunk.
Sally was a silly sheep,
all she did all day was sleep.
She was woolly with skin so fair.
All the rams loved her silky hair.
But she'd always give them a scare,
as her voice they could not bare.
They would run ever so far,
as she could not go baa, baa, baa.
What made sally feel really blue,
instead of baa, her voice would go boo!
Sally slept, as she felt so lonely,
all her friends seemed a bit phony.
Until she met a tone deaf ram,
he said: " Hello, my name is Graham."
Frankly, he didn't give a damn,
if Sally sounded like a scam.
No longer did she feel lazy,
as they fell in love so crazy.
No fear of sounds they would compose,
freely, they grazed green grass meadows.
In the chill of night, when shadows dance and sway,
A tale of Halloween, I'm bound to convey.
A story woven from the threads of scare,
Beware the whispers in the haunted air.
In a quaint old town, where cobwebs hung,
Where eldritch secrets from the rafters clung,
The people gathered, dressed in fright,
To celebrate the Eve where day meets night.
The moon, a ghostly galleon, sailed the sky,
As children laughed and revelers did cry,
"Trick or treat!" they'd chant with glee,
Unaware of the true horror, soon to be.
Beneath the Hunter's Moon, a figure stood,
A specter draped in tattered hood,
With eyes like embers, glowing in the night,
It watched the townsfolk with an eerie delight.
"Boo!" it whispered, soft as velvet breeze,
And one by one, the laughter ceased.
For those who heard, their blood ran cold,
As ancient dread within their hearts took hold.
The figure moved, a silent, creeping blight,
Through the town it glided, out of sight,
Leaving in its wake a silent, deadly trace,
A chill that clung like a spectral embrace.
The revelers, they felt it, deep within,
A primal fear, a shivering skin,
For the figure in the shadows was no mortal being,
But a malevolent force, its true form unseeing.
It chose its prey with a malicious grin,
A young man, costumed, full of sin,
It followed him down the moonlit lane,
And in its gaze, he felt a deadly strain.
He turned to face the spectral foe,
His heart did race, his courage low,
But too late did he realize the plight,
That he was now the creature's chosen for the night.
With a final scream, the man was claimed,
By the horror that could not be named,
And the townspeople, they'd always remember,
The Halloween when fear was truly tender.
So heed this rhyme when autumn leaves do fall,
And the veil is thin, and spirits call,
For on All Hallow's Eve, when ghouls do roam,
You might just find you're not alone.
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3/27/18
For Poetry Contest: Something Concrete
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Vibrant vigorous vexing virginal vampire name of Amanda Lou
Could transmogrify, materialize, reincarnate and shapeshift too.
Other trick-or-treaters would get a shimmery, shivery, shocking shock
When she changed from a vamp to an imp to a fairy on one block walk.
A charmer, this darling girl named Amanda Lou, so she enchanted them.
Changing from ghoul to ghost to witch to Frankenstein again and again.
She was incredibly peppy, hilarious, and fun to be with on Halloween.
Mothers stayed home, and let her walk their children finally, her best dream.
No one bothered kids when Amanda Lou was on babysitting watch of the wee.
Bats, snakes and enemies of state were scared of her power you see.
The quintessential guardian for all of the tricksters on Halloween night.
When she walks with them, you can actually feel a perpetrator’s fright.
As a giant spider she once ate one perp’s head off and spit it into a ditch.
Turned into a cauldron and burned up a mean-to-children-gingerbread witch.
Amanda Lou is not to be messed with, made fun of or annoyed in any way.
Want to tease children? Better pick another vampire, another day.