Long Costumes Poems
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'T was a bitter chill night, the stars flooded the clear skies,
then hoar frost formed dressing up the trees with sparkling icicles.
The fragrant apple tree wood merrily burned in the hearth,
sending dancing shadows up and down the walls as if giving birth.
't is Halloween Nite and porches full of flickering pumpkin light.
The children dressed in costumes masks that tinkle bright.
Trick or treat they chant at each door passing tests with a plume.
Returning with many treasures and rewards to their home.
Hark the clock strikes midnight; now is time for ghosts and ghouls,
for the unwary to learn fast, stay indoors or you will lose your soul.
On Wells Street in Chicago, is a sweet comedic treat.
Second City Theater for laughs and where many found their beginnings on plain stage, their life's heartbeat.
No "Phantom of the Opera" no lines, no costumes, no staging.
All actors had to do was improvise.No heavy make-up, yet one in an
instant learn how to disguise.
As in jazz, whether Brubeck or Davis, we all played off one another.
No fixed lines like Henny or famous the Smothers Brothers.
I never understood this magic of improvisation,
But once I learned it, what a phenomenal source of excitation.
This was a true gift how to act in the now.
It has served me in relationships, as I can't be a fake no how!
The censor that dances in your head keeps you from being free,
as if your head is stuck in a tree.
Most get stuck inside their heads, improvisation sets you free.
~Biography~
Poetess is Graduate of the famed Second City.
Was on stage for their Childrens Theater Troupe every Saturday for two years.
After that, moved on to be a stand up comedienne.I was trained by Tom Dreesen and Tim Reid("WKRP in Cincinnati."
I worked clubs in Chicago. Later in San Francisco, at Holy City Zoo. **Women comedians in the 1970's were not to be gross as they are now.
Tim and Tom were the only black and white comedy act ever. No grossness was ever displayed...best experience of my life!
Dedicated to Tom Dreesen and Tim Reid. Tom went on to be the opening act for Frank Sinatra and helped in the HBO movie on Frank. Also, launched The Comedy Store in Los Angeles. Both humble men....and friends,
A festive Jewish holiday*
We celebrate today,
When children dress in costumes
And much merriment holds sway.
An evil man named Haman
Tried to have the Jews all killed.
The king, whose wife was Jewish,
Saw that deed was unfulfilled.
Since Haman wore a certain hat
Triangular in shape,
We eat three-cornered cakes to honor
Our too-close escape.
Called hamantaschen, they’re delish
And filled with fruit or “mun”
(Which translates into poppy seeds,
And that’s my favorite one).
The Purim story’s read each year
And Haman’s name is booed,
But afterwards we nosh,
With lots of hamantaschen chewed.
Commemorating history
With something we can taste
Takes a little of the bitter
And with sweetness it’s replaced.
*called Purim
As restaurants reopen,
Social distance rules in place,
There are choices to be made
About what diners will embrace.
Eliminate some tables?
Cordon off a few with rope?
Well, one owner found a special way
To help his patrons cope.
So at every other table,
As his customers get seated,
They might notice that by mannequins
Their glances will be greeted.
Dressed in costumes of the 40’s,
Looking elegant and frilled,
They create the false impression
That the dining room is filled.
Some may like this new arrangement
With its faux companionship,
But the waiters might object
To their imaginary tip!
The night of October thirty first will be here
A cloaked figure in squally wind will appear
The head hooded, a musk the face will wear
A black cat will cross the deserted road near
Won’t see the man’s canine teeth like spear
And his eyes like hers, stone cold that sneer
Dug in the face of Dracula, the Count cavalier
Who will knock on a white door seen clear
Through the diaphanous moonshine veneer
A floating figure will appear there and veer
Hold his stretched hand and say ‘Hallo dear’
The Count will meet the vampire, his peer
They will dance like sprites in hearty cheer
Until the fancy costumes they will finally tear
At the end of the Halloween night’s premiere.
October 16, 2021
Rhyme checked at rhymezone.com
Contest : Halloween Monorhyme Contest
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Sitting uncomfortably on my kitchen chair, waiting for the doorbell to ring,
I think back to past Halloweens, underlying feelings - this uneasiness thing.
Do these feelings stem from my childhood or knowledge of All Hallows’ eve,
Or is it that I live way out in the country - has my mind just taken its leave.
Historically this night was thought to be, all wandering souls’ last chance
To revenge their enemies before entering the realm of their final dance.
Costumes and masks were worn to avoid being recognized by a lost soul,
Jack-o-lanterns of turnips remembered those in purgatory, that was the goal.
Raised in a quiet little village, Halloween was always a time of high alert,
Rumors and folklore outlined of terrible fires, of animals and people hurt,
I would watch my father the town’s clerk prepare for this horrendous night,
Each sign of concealment, a whisper just added to my ever growing fright.
Store owners sat quietly in the dark waiting for pranksters to soap windows,
The farmers watched for signs of movement by barns and over meadows.
Volunteer fire fighters sat by the phone to respond covertly to any barn fire,
No sirens were used tonight, reduce the alarm, or so they tried to conspire.
My best friend lived out in the country, we would trick or treat together,
Her parents drove us around all the country roads in the stormy weather.
Pumpkins would flicker eerily on the railings of front porches as a guide,
Acknowledging someone was home with treats, you were welcome inside.
But every single cornstalk moved in different directions adding to my fear,
No doorbells to ring or bright street lights to show the masquerades clear,
Fires burned in the distance, yellow and orange flames licked at the night sky,
Now cars pull down my gravel driveway, is this a murderer, am I going to die.
With each knock, I take my life in my hands and open the front door,
This time I see a little princess and a funky monster walk onto my floor.
It is now late and I move to the jack-o-lantern to blow out the candle,
Another Halloween - the fear and fright - too much for me to handle.
Written September 7, 2012
For Gail Doyle’s Halloween Night contest
Purim summons up images of clowns
merrymaking, painting the town
Costumes galore, theatrical skits
singing, dancing to the music and more…
2,490 years ago Jews trembled in their boots
a sword suspended over their heads
Expecting by what is now Purim
to wake up stone cold dead
Saved at the last moment by Esther their queen
the whole thing seems a faraway dream
Yet of a sudden – Today – in the land of date-palms
Iran hits the Jews with missiles and bombs
We Israelis * may not have an Esther
But we believe in God with all of our heart
We stand together, brothers and sisters in arms
~ Bent but not broken, Iran can never tear us apart
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*I am an Israeli citizen as well as a citizen of the USA.
Patches of choco brown and black wrap my fur
with long hotdog body, I roll in loops,
“ Hershey” is what they fondly name me
flopping ears as mice and ants rush for a kill…
and with the kids, nose snuggles for tickle feast
while Mom runs amuck with suds on her hair;
these bug me, bathing and trimming of nails.
When holidays come, it’s fashion show time
like a German spy, I nibble the costumes
feigning sleep as teeth snarl those threads!
Loyal and cute, my almond eyes wink to charm…
but bark I do when strangers knock , and Hannah,
our neighbor trembles as I “arf” at her mere scent.
I love to sneak out the gate to play and goof off;
one day, a runaway thrill off the street did harm…
a rogue snatched me , bugged my neck
hearing faint shouts, “ Hershey, come back!”
Oh,I miss the awful hair washes, patter of kids’ feet,
warm cuddles, and dog gone evening tricks.
For eight years, I reigned as a Weenie princess…
Now, I look at the stars and touch my family’s faces.
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*it’s been 3 years since our dachshund, Hershey,
got lost. My nephews and I miss her!
rob carmack's Dachshunds Contest
Who in the darkness follows me
Now I hear a sound very near
I turn around and almost faint
What's going on tonight is so bizarre
I see weird things all the day
Footsteps and shadows make me prey
Ghostly figures fly the air
I'm about to lose all my wits
I want to race home so fast
Witches cackle right past me
Vampires in flowing long,black capes
Bare their fangs and look so ghast
Who in darkness follows me
Scaring me grisly and silly
My heart is beating like a drum
Around me the air is turning chilly
Tonight, the night is so shrilly
It's the Night of Halloween!
Goblins,demons, witches and guillotines
I am turning sickly and green
It's Halloween Night!
Children in costumes go trick or treat
Door by door to every street
And they carry bags filled of sweets
It's Halloween Night!
Who in the darkness follows me
I see grinning witches and Jack 'O lanterns
I'm racing so scared, as they follow me home tonight.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
October,31,2014
They fled their land to find safety
instead, they found
cruel life wherever they lived
They've lost everything
because they're that way
Their aspirations crumbled
and they lost all their aspirations.
Something I strive
to be among the shattered
in honor of the broken
Thinking about all tears that would be shed
their world caves over them
their optimism turned into terror.
I wish to be with splintered people
the face-to-face challenge, people
the unseen, unheard, uninvolved
The type who strives to lurk in shadows
couldn't you trust me?
Why do they need not be alone?
Why must they weep to sleep?
All hope is lost to them
only darkness prevails
Alas, act in a purely unfazed manner
not having everything handy
They attempt to comprehend.
leaving from one paycheck to another
cheering and clapping sans graceful motions.
They weep until their eyes dry.
entirely on their own,
they can only wish for brighter days.
when they could find solace
As their emotions hardened into stones.
I am neutral about skin color
or their perceived sin
or their need to be flawless to win
I start with sight and sound
despite aspects or ground
should never be, where they're found.
Modern stupidity in innocence
stupidly that shoves them to survive
Fair pretense and pure all
illuminating blind minds
Luminousness of noble ideals
may aid the underprivileged
or bless, the broken-hearted.
To heal their wounded souls
to bestow hope to the desperate
to promise salvation
to wipe away their tears.
I am overwhelmed by such a plight
who can grasp their insight?
or even sense being near the site
they may offer love I could not bestow.
Ultimately, we are all flawed
suffocating, we stagger
costumes and snob jokes
Victims of other people's poking
no one's heart is empty.
Complexity creeps into our minds
may rush if others approach
each unspoken and broken
For the sake of finding
excluded role hiding
cruel passion ridding
Need to see well where you're sitting?
Written: October 22, 2022