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Along with a haunting horde trick-a-treating
Dressed as ghosts, ghouls and goblins,
Dancing dwarfs and teetering giants,
Despicable despots and snarling demons,
Pirates, warlords and mercenaries,
Blood-sucking vampires and wolverines,
Dracula, zombies and Frankenstein,
Skeletons, Spiderman and scarecrows,
Walking deads or the Grim Reaper,
Pretty princesses or the wicked witches,
We too tagged along with this
wild and weird looking carnival,
Hiding our sinister thoughts
and evil designs behind
our smiling Joker's masks
to garner the most candies and toys
with our macabre charm!
Very much so as in our mundane lives
Each morn after a fitful night,
We put on the masks of
good cheers and civility,
Hiding the day's concerns and care,
Envy, hate and jealousy
behind a hypocritical smile and keen dress.
But on this eerie night of Halloween,
We get to let our masks down for a while!
~"Halloween Poem" contest by Carol Eastman
A Ghoulish Midnight...
WALKING through an eerie empty field,
Unbelievable! I see three abominable witches around a cauldron!
The Witches from the Hell!
are there a toad, fillet of a snake, toe of a frog, and...
tongue of a dog, and what not - brewing together to make a potion!!!!
How come I find the ominous figures who insinuated Macbeth!
I am not a warrior, no way I want to be the King of England!
Three CREEPY figures DESCENDING from the DARKNESS all around,
there appears a frightful castle on top of the hill,
which was just ordinary yesterday, now
turns into a looming nightmare,
under the spell of an uncanny moon,
probably inhabited by blood-sucking Dracula.
SILHOUETTES of ghosts and goblins are freely roaming in the OPEN,
from the GLOOM of the night I hear werewolves howling...
their shiny teeth gritting and glaring
don't spot any LIVING being except me!!!
Am I the only Victim?!
I DREAD this menacing night. I run and run...
falling into an abyss of frightening silence!
Ohhhhh..Thank my stars! I am alive!
These must be all hallucinations of a HALLOWEEN night!
October 25, 2022
For "Halloween" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
10 required words in bold
Writing Challenge - "X'd Poems Second Chance" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
As a daytime vampire, you achieved great popularity.
Your acting skills have displayed your awesome versatility.
Each afternoon, I ran home from school to see you on TV.
The producer of the show would also bring forth a movie.
In your same role, you would wreak havoc in the community.
In Collinsport, Maine, you were pursuing a girl named Maggie.
She would resemble Josette, whom you were supposed to marry.
Such an unfortunate vampire; we saw you playing the part
of a night creature we would love to pound a stake in your heart!
At first, we all thought you were evil, but you were very good.
You assumed the person of a descendent of Collinwood.
When you were freed from your chained coffin in a mausoleum,
you dwelled among your living relatives as a conundrum.
You would go after the throats of your American cousins.
Who would need Count Dracula when we’ve got Barnabas Collins?
Each day, we would see you get into a new predicament.
For several years, you provided us with great entertainment.
Dracula would go on adventure
and loved to drink in local culture,
but he discovered, alas,
that strange food gave him gas,
not to mention one heck of an ulcer.
During a weekend in Cincinnati
he met some women who were quite chatty;
but their lewd and crude talking
was really quite shocking
and it simply drove him quite...batty.
In Bucharest, he became fascinated
by a vampire he later dated.
She was a Contessa
whose name was Vein-essa
and she liked her tea de-coffin-ated!
They would travel to museums and shows
and especially enjoy art nouveau;
but they most liked to spend
leisure time with a friend:
the vampire artist Vincent Vein Gogh.
It was a bus of ghouls
And it was speeding through painted lines
Pumpkinhead raised a brow and scoffed
As the bus passed me by.
I wondered where they were headed
I figured they were in route to pick up a friend
Or maybe they were going to Walmart
To pick up old lazy bones and some decor
For the den.
As I arrived for work
Everything appeared fine
The sovereign winds ghosted throughout the building
Maybe it was a sign.
At the meeting
Liz confirmed it was true.
"Steve, your working with Matt in dairy…"
I pouted "man, what did I do!"
Everything seemed laxed
Till about ten-forty-five
That's when I heard Patrick
"Guys, there's a bus full of ghouls,
And it's parked right outside!"
Eyore was the first to the door,
He was first in.
"Password sir," Jane said as she raised her shin
"Marikit.." the hutchback snarled
As others formed a line.
"OK, you can pass…"
She said with vinegar in her eyes.
Brianna came from apparel
When she heard Frankenstein's loud moan
Her eyes bugged out of her head
As the monster left her alone.
Mummy came in
Arms extended out
"No more social distance.."
Bryan said as his arms flopped to his sides
Like dead trout.
Destiny came from cosmetics
When she saw Dracula begin to fuss
"I know art very well;
I'll take care of that smudge…"
Edgar Allen poe
And his famous raven appeared next
Pearla peaked out from infants
"What the heck…"
Last to join the party
A five-hundred year old zombie;
He was just looking for some fun
Bryan told Matt and Alton,
"Entertain them guys,
I'm going to get my gun."
"Brains!" The zombie said
Danilo didn't miss a beat
"Nothing here,
You might want to try across the street"
A child of the moon she was
But quite the troublemaker she also was
Practicing forbidden magicks
While her older sisters did sleep
And what a big bang it was
That sent her into the ether
Shrouded in blue light
She did fall into a slumber she did
A being of the night he was
But quite misunderstood he also was
For his name was Dracula
Drinking red beverages at night but never blood
But what a big bang it was
That sent her crashing through the roof
Shrouded in blue light
She did awake she did
A wand of magic it was
But quite magicless it also was
Losing all of its magic moon orbs
But fret not said Dracula for he could help
And what a big bang it was
For our two spooky heroes
And Dracula fell into a coughing fit
He was dying he was
A thriving Halloween city it was
But quite full of mystical moon orbs it also was
Dracula took the witch to see
Frankenstein and his monster
And what a big bang it was
When Frankenstein's monster burst through the door
But he was also best mates with Dracula
They did hug they did
A genius of science he was
But delightfully friendly he also was
Giving the witch a tracking device
So that she could find her lost moon orbs
And what a big bang it was
When the sensors finally activated
Magic orbs were everywhere
The did find they did
A jolly good time it was
Watching our spooky heroes work
Finding magic orbs all over
While dancing with ghost boys and girls
And what a big bang it was
For the last orb was in the belly of a dragon
Who Dracula pacified with his last beverage
It was the final orb it was
A spooky party it was
Full of ghosts, goblins, and ghouls
A night to truly remember
But Dracula was nowhere to be seen
And what a big bang it was
When the witch found him dead outside
Holding a letter with his last words
That did make her cry it did
A child of the moon she was
But magicked back home she also was
Before dawn and her sisters still slept
The final words of Dracula resting beside her
And what a big bang it was
For him to have thanked her
For giving him the time of his life
She did fall into a slumber she did
Sorceress Polgara ascended above all warriors;
Fought wars against mighty kings and came out victorious...!
Remus Lupin, into a werewolf magically turned;
As great professor, taught thrillingly and his living earned...!
Count Dracula transformed all great and small into vampires;
Threatening and killing others, he founded his empires...!
Mystique, fictionally filled whole American comics;
With her strength, speed, stamina and super economics...!
Mei Lee and Ming Lee and the evil queen of Turning Red;
With wisdom and wit, turned celluloid, bed of joy and dread...!
All these shape-shifters, like clowns, do not merely entertain,
They're ideals! They give ideas to every young brain...!
26 May 2022
Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Marvelous Maxine Hunkel, heroine cyclone,
With her amazing power gets anyone blown...!
Through her abductor scientist Morrow the mad,
With vast violent velocity she got clad...!
Her simple sneeze could destroy her granny’s garage,
She could sleep in tornado as though in mirage...!
She could dare the very Captain America,
As though overpowered by nude nostalgia...!
The offensive whirlwind she could, like wind-gust, strike,
Could be cool like breeze, she could also turn deathlike...!
Noh-Varr, the non-hurt, Cyclone could deadly damage,
Tough turbulently tense tempers she could manage...!
Hulkling, the sovereign of the odd outer space,
Cyclone could hit easily with her ace-pace raze...!
Though operations of Cyclone Cyclops could know,
He could be, yet, shaken by her dazzling deathblow...!
Beast, the monstrously dysderids Dracula dies,
Of Cyclone's torrential terror hits and fast flies...!
Daredevil who could brutally stand all alone,
Could not stand alone against lone flown Cyclone zone...!
Could Hank Pym defeat Cyclone by his pert power?
Who does cower, dour, glower, shower and tower...???
24 November 2022
Moon Knight Friend or Foe 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
I met my maker on Halloween night, Halloween night, a night for horror,
It was an unnatural death; It was full of fright;
Death met me in a maple forest, The rain was falling,
On the edge of town. Oh the night was so dark.
I lay in the brittle leaves, I heard a man's harsh breath,
My eyes stared in horror; The forest was full of fog;
It was a violent death, A Dracula came with sharp teeth,
A dark veil of hair across my eyes. I had seen his dark silhouette following.
Stars twinkled down on me, Why had I come for a walk,
I looked beautiful, except; The man had skin so white;
I was dead, I should have run away,
It was a small wound. When he reached for me, I screamed.
All my blood was drained, A mere mark on my white throat,
I was a fool; To go walking on Halloween night alone:
And why this maple forest, With every form of ghost and vampire lurking,
They took me to the morgue. Draped my body in a sheet.
Oh I was white, And that sheet was white,
And I lay there waiting; Then I felt the sheet being pulled away;
I had an odd feeling, I felt his wrist on my lips,
Then I was drinking with thirst. And I knew I would be forever, undead.
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Oct0ber 2, 2015
Free Verse
For the contest, Your Own Favourite Halloween Poem
Sponsor, Carol Eastman
First Place
Witches who snitch were caught slipping eye-of-newt
Into sandwiches of dog es but at first it did not compute.
What kind of a Halloween party is this? Does it have a pedigree?
I would like to join, said the vampire loving bit-Emoji.
The harvest moon brought in ghouls known as gory cheerleaders.
Gravest goon’s music revved up fright, for they are fear-seeders.
Mediocre cats who had not suited their ill-tempered witches
Were relegated outside to grab legs as kids walked past dark ditches.
Dracula had arrived with Frankenstein’s wife at his side;
We all knew there’d be trouble when Frankenstein came inside.
The cheerless, the tearless, the meanest bobbed for apples.
Some of the teen ghouls satisfied snob-hobbing with Snapples.
Leaking all over the floor was a silly un-dead skeleton.
He had been gulping down slime. No wait! It was green gelatin.
The zombies, the owls, the ravens, the gargoyles too.
Admitted it was the best Halloween in year 2022.