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Written 5th Aug 2026 for weekly poetry competition. August 3rd 2026 to August 9th 2026
I am a tall American Sweetgum Tree
Star- shaped leaves colours of purple yellow and red
Graceful ~ loved by all
Robins land on my branches
Sweetly serenade me
Songs of joy sharing nature’s love
Children skip round me giggling
I am head tree guarding the Magical Forest
Unicorns, fairy’s ~ even goblins love me
People come hug me and tell me they love me
Majestic mountains bow to me
Magical kingdom is place to be
Castle glistens in the sunshine
At night owls hoot to me
Lights surround me showing my beauty
I love all seasons especially winter
Snow dazzles and sparkles on me
People from all over world photograph me
Yesterday Was Halloween
By Franklin Price
11/01/2019
Yesterday was Halloween
Trick-or-treaters came around
The weather made it questionable
Rain on tin roof, was the sound
It rained all day until the dark
I thought there would not be
Kids in costumes coming up
To my lighted porch for me
About the time I'd given up
Heard footsteps at the door
Grabbed the bowl of candy
That I'd purchased at the store
I opened up, with smiling face
And looked out on the same
There were little ghosts and goblins
At my door to play the game
Three of them held out their bowls
And I gave them quite a lot
A fourth was in his mama's arms
Was only just a tot
I saw he also had a bowl
And dropped some candy there
He could share it with his mom
I'm sure he would not care
I thanked them all profusely
For trick-or-treaters make things right
Only two more came along
But six still made my night
All came with both their parents
Which made my heart feel good
Participated all together
As good goblin families should
With her ragged breath.
She said she missed the sun.
As she knew they would come.
She heard the screams from far away.
Knowing the goblins had their way.
Straw-colored hair hung to her shoulders.
Her bright green eyes blended with the forest.
She had her trusty goblin sword on her side.
It was a matter of honor to carry a sword at one's hip.
Though Brannis was the only knight who truly had one.
An "Enchanted" blade on the side of his hip, I mean.
He received the sword from his father long ago.
Upon receiving his knighthood at age fifteen.
Though his father was glad to be rid of the thing.
An heirloom from a family of sorcerers.
Who said, they had no need of it anymore?
It had always made his father uneasy to wield it.
When he first received it, with the serrated blades.
And, imprinted with the word " MASSACRE".
Though, I always thought it was a handsome piece.
With its handle carved into a fire-breathing dragon.
True, it was not often a female joined the ranks.
I felt the silent need to revenge my father's death.
That was the whole point of being out here in the goblin forest.
Alongside the other new recruits, I had to prove my worth.
I was told this was my test, a test of strength, as the king put it.
I had to prove myself, I always kept my father's shield next to my heart!
I was tired, though I knew I had to keep going to get out of this forest.
As I surely don't want to come home as a mangled warrior.
Or even worse, become dinner for the goblin king!
Fri. 6/07 / 2013 12:30 noon
it was Halloween, the moon was full
I saw someone dressed as a witch
she cackled as she passed by
I told her to jump on her broom and fly
she said some words as she walked on
I saw others in monster masks,
zombies roamed the streets searching for prey
all the ghouls had come out to play
then I saw something flying above,
it looked like the witch I saw before
I could hardly believe my eyes
as her cackle echoed in the sky
I realized something was wrong
When my body began to shake
and then I began to morph
The witch had turned me into a goblin!
10-18-2022
Rosabella met her maker on Halloween night
It was an unnatural death . . .
Death met her in the maple forest
On the edge of town
She lay in the brittle leaves
Her eyes starring in horror
It was a violent death . . .
A dark veil of hair fell across an open eye
The stars twinkled down on Rosabella
She looked perfectly beautiful
Except she was dead . . .
Such a small wound to drain all her blood
A mere mark on her white throat
She was a fool . . .
To go walking on Halloween night
What could have lured her to the forest
With every form of ghost, goblin, devil
and vampire lurking about . . .
They took her to the town morgue
Draped her body with a virgin white sheet, so white
And there she lay waiting
Until . . . .
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August 26, 2012
Poetry/Free Verse/Halloween Night
Copyright Protected, ID 08- 416-335-26
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Halloween,
sponsor, Skat, Judged 09/2012
Honorable Mention
With a pixie like grin J. Frost spreads icicle droplets in the air
While fine people are deep sleeping, so they have not a care.
It is November twentieth, so it is fully about time
For Jack T. Frost to make a glittery winter sublime.
He skids to a stop after dusting two towns and a pig pen.
Wherein lives a green goblin, who has dried cherry pie on his chin.
The annoyed goblin wakes up but gives Jack a hearty wave.
J.T. next seals up with ice frost.... a grizzly bear in his cave.
Jack T. tries his best to leave ice and frost everywhere in his wake.
Human's windows so full of ice crystals, some of them shudder break.
He knows these winter people will tomorrow slide all over his ice.
He laughs lots of times thinking of this; at least twice or thrice.
The happy reindeer he nurtures fly off with him through the sky.
Helping him spread winter icicles on bushes low, and houses so high.
Tomorrow this part of the world will wake up to a world of white.
Jack T. Frost gives a chuckle; and dusts more with his might.
The wealthy seek company with your ten-acre heart and half-acre mind.
Groupies swarm beneath your haloed window even on rainy nights.
Tapping tambourines and triangles to poultice out those nuggets of life.
You slowly walk away from the frame and tiredly kiss them goodnight.
You try to temper pace, but the takers ripped the sundial from you.
Swarming like locusts- toting manuscripts, a photo shoot or two.
Who knew babysitting the universe could be so damn exhausting.
Impossible to escape from the talons of a new-age paparazzi.
All that you loved and lived for has long ago withered and died.
You barricade yourself from the gaze of a billion jagged green eyes.
Another golden chessboard gifted to you from an aging king.
Yet another bribe to pry from your palm the secret of eternity.
It all became too much; you've become the world's origami freak.
Folding and unfolding to appease the whirling maelstrom of greed.
You realize (too late) that the elixir is no blessing but a cutting curse.
You've been committed to an asylum called the song of dead birds.
You're 6006 years old, playing endless chess with moonbeams and ghosts.
Dimming lights-drawing shades to drown out the mirror and the smoke.
You try explaining to Dr. Narcotic that you're not a goblin, God, nor prophet.
Just a blue-collar pawn who stumbled upon an elixir of misery and rot.
An ornamental doe and fawn,
suddenly move. Tails wave, noses nuzzle –
I have mistaken an actuality,
and now am thrown out of my skin.
I’m a millipede of fractal awareness.
I sniff the body-odor of the planet
take inward, then sift out
Australia and Africa.
I pause to dip my face in the River Liffey,
odoriferous waters foam over septum and cranium.
I’m a teaming acre of feelers and heads. Until
an atom of disbelief re-enters its exoskeleton.
The next moment is inevitable;
it is a concrete bunker of inevitability.
I am a stone goblin with a blunt chisel.
Nerve buds are again Saran wrapped.
Oddly, I’m carrying a large red kangaroo
on my shoulders;
it’s demanding to be sent back,
and I would send it back – if I knew how.
I can’t be a human being
All efforts went fruitless.
‘Being Human’ is now
A day dream !
I turned into a stormy wind – a tempest
Destroyed nature, devasted biodiversity
Killed animals brutally.
I transformed into a goblin,
Feared to look at my shadow
Feared to face myself,
Always kept myself inside mask !
I’m a wretch humanity, they say.
Now I’m roaming hesitatingly
In quest of peace, in quest of Utopia !
People say me, ‘Mr Brutus !’
Sorrows and sufferings are now my parents,
Pains, lamenting and humiliations
Are my kiths and Kins,
Woe is my wife,
Myself is non-entity element !
I did not drench myself in moonlight
Did not look at the blue sky
Did not keep my environment clean and green.
Below the boughs of inferiority Complex tree,
I am now shedding ceaseless tear !
I’am a hatred and lost star
A falling comet that still shines
Trying to exist !
Streets awash with mewling cats
and surly swashbuckling pirates.
Somber skies with swirling bats,
and ghastly goblins chasing rats.
Wicked witches’ evil glare,
grisly ghouls' ghostly stare,
taunting with a double-dare.
All in fun to give a scare.
Haunted houses with darkened walls;
afraid to walk spell-bound halls.
Toffee apples, popcorn balls;
eating brains and toad eyeballs.
Trick-or-treating door-to-door.
Treats too tasty to ignore.
Harmless tricks more smile than roar,
kept us giggling for much more.
Parents, neighbors joined the fun.
Scary ghost stories spookily spun.
Fortune tellers’ crystal balls to shun.
Homemade costumes unique to one.
Creamy fudge and devil’s food cake,
all wrapped up for us to take.
Mom's scratch treats, nothing fake.
She took all day long to bake.
Bewitching hour over, fun now done,
to our homes we’d quickly run.
Goodie bags that weighed a ton.
We would share with everyone.
Playing games and laughing out loud,
good times again next year we vowed!