Long Halloween Poems
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Hung on a brick wall the mummy looks spooky
its Halloween time and her timing is fluky
she prowls down the lane committing mutiny
hostile as a devil she breathes foul frumenty
Dried up like an old prune she flies like a goon
hovering over the kids that live in Saskatoon
with a menacing laugh she fills them with doom
as they run to hide they leave plenty of room
But oh how she knows where the children go
with their looby loo ways spilling candy intoe
she's been well preserved and is full of woe
angry as a witch who just stubbed her toe
Better close that door and lock it twice
she's mad as a hornet and not very nice
sucking on brains is her only device
this mummy from Sask, never knocks thrice.
On Hallows Eve Octobra always has a dance
Her feet are fancy in heels, to give a better prance
the rest of us sit around getting heavier yet
While she dances with her familiar, a kittenish pet
Her place is decorated with ghosts and stuff
She has gone all out for us, sure enough
We sit and watch Octobra dance until the food is gone
Then we leave too, way before daylight or dawn
You see, Octobra is not a voracious eater in the least
We get teensy plates of appetizers that would not fill a beast
I am a giant goblin, and my cousin frank is a t-rex-wannta-be
So we have to leave early to catch food too slow to flee
Nature is the first word that I recall,
As I gaze upon the bay, tall trees in view,
Deer and fawn wandering in my neighborhood small,
Yearning to embrace them, capture a selfie or two.
Nature is serene, tranquil in its embrace,
Providing solace to restless human minds,
Though hurricanes and twisters may cause a chase,
Tumbleweeds disguised, rolling as it unwinds.
Nocturnal realm, the next thought in my mind,
Moon's gentle glow, stars twinkling above,
Ghosts and goblins may roam, but we find,
Sweet treats on Halloween, spreading joy and love.
Navigation, a challenge in history's past,
Seafarers braved the unknown, circling the earth,
Discovering new lands, connecting lands vast,
Uniting us all, despite our different birth.
(10/5/11)
This was the night that I was told
Not to walk this lonely dark road
For this was the night that they would all come out
This is what Halloween was about.
Out of the shadows they all came
And many of them was known by name.
There was Frankenstein, the werewolf, the mummy too.
There was count Dracula and his batty friends
The line continued - there was no end.
Then came the witches mixing their brew
In a cauldron pot - would this line ever stop.
The ghouls , the goblins and the ghosts
With their glasses ready to toast.
Backing up the line with sickle in hand
Was the grim reaper, the most feared in the land.
They would go to every street in every town
Letting the kids know that they was around.
They hide behind every shadow and every wall
As the kids came to call.
Out of their hiding places they would jump out and shout
The kids would turn and run about.
Every where they turned there was one of them
No one to help them - not even a friend.
The children going to homes with their Halloween baskets
Till they got to the house with the open casket
Count Dracula would sit up and turn his head
Pretty comical for one who’s dead.
They would turn and run as fast as their feet would allow
Some of them didn’t even touch the ground.
The creatures of the night look forward to this every year
They have so much fun and instill their fear.
BOOBOO
When I grew up there was no such thing
as microwave or t.v dinner's they hadn't
even been inverted yet
Come 6 o'clock we had to gather round the
dinning room table for evening meals and
parentally enforced family time to talk about
our day
To feast on such culinary delight's mother
used to burn as home made chips frozen
fish finger's and a choice of either tinned
baked beans or spaghetti hoops
Then when we're finally finished Dad would
go into the living room switch on the t.v
and watch the news
After that he would read his paper in order
to switch off and we would then get to watch
whatever was on 1 of the oh so many other
4 t.v channels
Only 1 singular t.v in the house shared
between our entire family permanently fixed
in the lounge.
And 1 singular telephone in the corner or
if you had one an entrance hallway
Both of which we're actually luxury's not
necessity dependant on if you could afford
to the bill and licence or electricity
And we weren't poor what we we're as
children was a little something called
happy and we'll adjusted
Which got me thinking about just how
different and far removed that time
was to current present day
Using the age old means of comparing
Apple's for Apple's regarding different
childhood's
To me growing up as a child what an
apple was or meant was bobbing or
ducking for at halloween , keeps the
doctor away and at it's best when it's
covered in sticky toffee candy
Fast forward to today the only Apple a
child knows comes in i - pad , pod , phone ,
watch or 4 in 1 form they carry about there
person constantly for companionship so
much so they can barely take the time to
talk or barely loook up
The same type of Apple that God warned
Eve all about not to try and eat for fear of
being kicked out
Because once you do there is no chance
of ever going back or a return to Eden
It's a place that only exists and can be
accessed by means of logging into Window's
or typing it into a search engine to look up ,
how exactly do you spell that is it
Bib-lol
Or by drinking how ever much Cider it
takes in order to pass out or forget
Reality is the new nightmare
So how do you like them Apple's now
Mythic pull to a full moon
induces change
to untie a knot of recognition
to disrupt codes of approval
in the midst of lost composure
Halloween wolf mask dipped in
slabs of hair
fanfare of pointed ears and fangs
pulled full tilt from brow to chin
Some tell me, "Suited to your unruly self."
Engages my animal behavior
displaced
when the day spins into shadows
Unsettling visage shatters
the calm belonging of late October
Understandable wish to scream at cramped conforming
to howl at what's perpetually
out of reach
Can't put this act down
for the lunar cry we bellow is the who we are
unfiltered selves
that cross borders
to engage the world
misconstrued
Poem revised September 1, 2022
If you are in your seventies you might remember
the movie Babes in Toyland that came out one December
The movie stars were in an enchanted forest with diabolical trees
Tonight, on Halloween, I could not help but think of the likes of these
Because down the lane where the party was twirling by the hour
Was a haunted house that had come alive, and had a super power
With a witch-like nose, she had a snarl, a sniffle, a sneeze and a sneer
I am not so brave, so began to shiver and shake wanting not to be here
What is wrong? Queried the house in a persnickety, evil, mean way.
I could not stop my quivering feet, they decided to not stay.
But try as they might, they could not move, let alone run away.
The haunted house held us down firmly on that terrifying day.
May I dance with you now
as ghosts ride with the breeze,
while black cats with green eyes
stare at us from the trees,
and that wicked old witch
flies up high near the moon?
We'll enjoy the bright lanterns
as we sway and swoon!
This night sky is on fire
with the full moon's eerie glow.
As the spirits surround us,
the darkness will show
silhouettes of the treetops
as roofs hug the sky,
and we'll dance, cheek to cheek,
on this night, you and I.
Dance with me, come in close
while bats swirl all around!
As owls screech, these fangs pierce!
Dracula loves the sound!
The night creatures are watching
while I hold you tight.
and enjoy my sweet blood feast
this Halloween night!
Oh, it's me, don't you see?
Blood will seep, time to weep!
Here I am, perfect scam!
Fangs pierce deep- now you sleep!
Yes, you're one sexy witch, dear love, but now it's Halloween,
And I've a witchy tale to share, so keep your broom between ...
Five decades hence I knew the thrills of flesh, and did imbibe,
Yet there's but one that's apt to still pop up, let me describe:
It starts with just a tickled tip that twitches toward my toes,
As oft' can be a grandeur glitch, until what's grander, grows.
In dermal terms, my skin can squirm to feel infirmed and wet,
What fairer sexes call 'the glow', (we lesser-fair's call 'sweat').
Now when that glow has burst, I'm first immersed in finding you,
For you've the spunky junk to free the monkey from his zoo.
I'm damned if I can speak, my cheeks just bubble up with suds,
The things that hang or dangle, cursed to tangle with my duds.
I'm apt to find my fingers filled with zippers, buttons, snaps ...
And spouting things like "I love you", to fill the awkward gaps.
Those tickles turn to tingles and they mingle through an urge,
That brings our things together 'midst a single clinging merge.
Its fever gives new meaning to the old phrase come-and-gone,
And your sexy pose, (and fewer clothes), will always bring it on.
Now please don't fear, my vixen dear, when tickling has begun,
No stopping what is popping up, there's lots of hopping fun ...
The barrel of my kitschy gun has schemes it needs to hatch,
And when my love-lust itches, hon, it's you I aim to scratch!
Written and submitted on October 21, 2019
For the "Itch, Witch, Glitch, Or Twitch" Poetry Contest
Nina Parmenter, Sponsor.
They came and went, they drank and ate
These chillers and killers and villains great
From a Halloween party that misbehaved
Not tricking or treating but sick and depraved
No bobbing for apples but slashing with knives
No life of the party but those who take lives
Freddy thought he'd show off a little shock and awe
But leatherface got him first with the chainsaw
After a couple drinks his accuracy not on par
Then Jason slipped and fell in his blood at the bar
Rising angrily looking for a weapon to acquire
Found the wrong end of a kitchen knife, classic Myers!
Jigsaw so loaded he truly was a puzzle
Kujo got loose and escaped his muzzle
That leprechaun was on a drunken skirt chase
While Chucky keeps calling the barbies dollface
Full of shenanigans that would turn your face red
No blushing for these devils as they're already dead
It's quite the hangover that lasts a calendar year
Yet every Halloween they're back to strike fear
One night a year where they all skulk around
Come November one they're back in the ground