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Halloween often brings out
The alien, vampires and goblins
Who crave to suck your blood
Feasting on your heart’s hope
With diabolical plans for more
Trickery than treats, leaving
You paralyzed by the abduction
Of your joy and gentle promise
Which keeps you feeling certain
That love always wins in the end!
This is a cautionary reminder
That evil is the devil’s pleasure,
Leaving you a little less blissful!
Words Used: alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed, Halloween, feasting, diabolical
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October 18, 2020
Forest shades wane, as the formidable
moonlight chase, as ghost and goblins wander.
In eerie shriek through briar and bramble
bought amble rubbing against each other.
Thundering growls are heard upon the ridge,
as a coal steed rears for an interlude,
over the immutable wooden bridge,
tenuous brook babbles for solitude.
Sketch of a bereft brittle man couldn't calm
his racing heart to fight an evil force.
He looked demurely with an airy qualm
at the arcane and appalling dark horse.
Distressed and troubled; O, heaven defend
the frigid fear of Earth unblessed dead- end.
10/21/2017
words come to me in batches
for days they will include witches, goblins and jack-o-lanterns
like obsessions, they include spell books, brooms, bats and ghosts
in an abrupt about face
they change alliteratively into dogs doing daring deeds daily.
wild wildebeests wishing we were wayfaring wanderers.
prancing princesses providing presents proving professorships.
I do not control them, they are in charge of me.
today’s words were in my head before I got out of bed.
I heard the last two lines of a poem I had been creating in my sleep.
not unusual unfortunately.
What is unusual is if I remember them.
words can be playful, joyful, happy, friendly and kind.
this is when I am concentrating on poems for children
I do not think you can be too optimistic for them.
when they turn dark, gloomy and morose, I am shocked.
these are not my words, I think. Who am I channeling?
Poe? Coleridge? a serial killer?
words set the stage for my daily life.
their ambiance creates my mood.
I have no idea where they originate.
But they end up on a typed page.
God, the children are dressed as wizards and their parents as witches,
A spirit of lighthearted harmony marks our steps as we walk,
And sinister ghouls and goblins are the subject of jovial talk,
And that is a beauty that I wouldn’t trade,
My daughter trick or treating with the other kids her age,
But God you and I know what day this really is,
It is the eve of all saints day or All Hallows Eve,
The night before we celebrate the saints that have gone before,
The night before we celebrate the joy that’s in store,
When we are reunited with loved ones in the great mystery,
And we feel the comfort of being known and knowing as we see,
The saints of old from ages past embrace us with a kiss,
And we repast, in everlast of things from life we’ll never miss,
Today is the Eve of All Saints Day when we celebrate in awe,
Elijah and Elisha, Yogananda, and the Apostle Paul,
And so dear Lord I pray this prayer on this ever so sacred eve,
For the many suffering souls around me who are craving a reprieve,
A reprieve from misery relentless on this All Hallows Eve,
God so many people around me are hurting and wish for death,
And their lives are so miserable they can scarcely tell,
That there is no such as eternal hell,
And most of these people to me at least do not deserve what they feel,
And people keep treating them so badly it is impossible for them to heal,
God bye and large these people owe no more debts than the rest of us,
But God I ask that you give them Jubilee tonight to restore their trust,
For God, they have been through so much,
Give them Jubilee so they can once again receive this life’s touch,
Give them Jubilee tonight so tomorrow they know they’re set free,
Give them Jubilee tonight so tomorrow they can embrace the great mystery,
That you always suffer with us, so we never suffer alone,
And suffering is never eternal but only lasts a season,
God give them Jubilee tonight so tomorrow they have a reason,
To embrace this life with fullness of hope and everlasting zeal,
Though many of them are closer to you than me, tonight I ask that you show them you’re real,
In a way that they will never forget the truth that you’ve shown me,
That you will redeem all creation over the course of eternity.
No one goes down to crazy town
they stay put or don't care,
but floods seep
tides rise
snakes swim.
Crazy town does not knock
before it comes in.
Murderous are the many
who though few
do much when they do.
Bedlam glowers
bawls naked from gothic bell towers,
the batty belch bawdily
in the public square.
The cops run guns drawn
but they run the other way.
Crazy runs the subway
green are the goblins of crime.
Crazy craps in the street,
rats deplore the mess;
it's all so cruddy and awful
change the tv channel,
or turn the volume down
on high-jinxing, carjacking,
dog nabbing,
crazy town.
The Home Goods store was filled
With tons of stuff for Halloween.
October’s weeks away, but it’s
The most I’ve ever seen.
There were glasses and ceramics,
Decked in orange and in black,
Painted witches, ghosts and goblins
Meant to give a heart attack.
For the home were lots of pillows,
Shaped like pumpkins, ghouls and bats,
Plus assorted signs and dishes
And some scary welcome mats.
But what really did surprise me
Were the many queen-sized sheets
With a Halloween design;
I never knew, aside from treats,
That to really feel the spirit,
We should decorate the bed.
Did I miss the memo sending
Such ideas into my head?
Next are turkey sheets for T-Day
And for Veterans, some tanks.
Dear Home Goods, guess for showing me
The way, I owe you thanks.
I am a sprite pixie lost in the vast plain of tomorrow
Plain simple and impish and easy to find in my sorrow
A true spirit I am adrift in a snow storm void of the needle
To find my home at the North Pole no compass to twiddle
At the food bank they gave me a parcel but no directions
Sustenance surely but I miss my family’s loving affection
For what it is worth I never harmed any other creature
But my phone has no apps and no navigation feature
All powerful Santa would you look out for me twee one
On your travels from chimneys to i-clouds under the sun
I need no other presents because goblins are quite eerie
Without companions and sat nav though its freezing dreary
Send me a dolphin or peace dove or leprechaun rocket
I’ll pay you back in kindness so you won’t be out of pocket
Next year when short of a reindeer for all those good parcels
This elf will help you but for now I must get to my fairy castle
I am sending this registered letter with no return address
But the world is a global village and you have internet access
I am a dot on google maps with harlequin bells and quite sound
Of mind bar its memory and will sing Silent Night once I’m found
For more entertainment I can pirouette and dance like a dragon
So you won’t need bluetooth once we share a ride in your wagon
I am an involuntary migrant so help me rejoin with my sweet troll
Foreigners these days are so easily deported by border control
12th December 2019
Woke up at 3:23 a.m. and worked on four paintings at kitchen table.
Husband wandered in, making me mad. I like my alone time.
I chased him out, after he fed the dog, because he is able.
Then I began smearing paint, so started creating a rhyme.
Added witches and cats and goblins and werewolves and such.
It was all October stuff, which might seem odd in June.
Liked what I was drawing out, oh so delightfully much!
Stopped inking the canvas and began writing a tune.
My mind is eclectic, it does not want to finish anything first.
I like dropping one thing for another, a tiny quirk.
Some teachers used to despise this, thought it was the worst.
But it is 8:12 a.m. and I am having fun writing at work.
School does not start until nine, my duty begins at 8:45.
My friend on the phone has a coat to sell that is pink.
I come an hour or two early, for I despise traffic on my drive.
Arranged to see the coat after school, I’m a spend-thrift with ink.
Everyone is buzzing about Halloween.
Oh, your decorations are darling! I love your witch.
Have you seen Henrietta’s fabulous door decorations?
Did you see John’s tie?
Ghosts, goblins, witches, hooray.
The new guy is not jumping in with enthusiasm.
Matter of fact, he seems more quiet than usual.
Which most of them thought was impossible.
What’s the matter with him?
They whisper through bathroom stalls.
Giggling at his moroseness.
None knowing that his family was killed
In a car wreck on Halloween night two years ago
When the children were trick-or-treating.
Thinking he is the odd ball.
Tossing meanness about.
Making fun of a
Sad and sorrowful man
Who has no reason to celebrate Halloween.
Charming Ghost did not want to leave, so he stayed to play.
He got older and bigger and was alone at the end of each day.
His relatives all died, and left him behind, not knowing he was here.
Charming Ghost did not know to go into the light, I do fear.
Go into the light! His grandmother Ghost said from beyond the veil.
He heard her, but did not heed her, stuck around to shake and wail.
The people in the house thought he was their imagination at night.
They did not open up their hearts to him; they were not very bright.
Gargoyles and goblins moved to the white porch of the house.
They scared the tiny rat-like creatures voles, moles, rabbits and mice.
The garden was intact, no one bothered it at all thanks to their help.
They stayed out there and ate up everything from tomatoes to kelp.
One day a fine woman with a four-year-old son moved to this home.
He was in tune with spiritual beings, for he was a reincarnated gnome.
He encouraged Charming Ghost to take a faith leap into the light.
It was the last time the house was haunted, it was last Tuesday night.