Long Halloween Poems
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When I was a child, every holiday was a surprise
teachers had us designing jack-o-lanterns and cutting out ghosts
this is how I had an inkling Halloween was afoot
It seemed like we were tracing our fingers to make turkeys the next week
Christmas was thrown at us by the music teacher.
We did not have an art teacher back in the day
our teacher was our art teacher
There was no winter program
there was a Christmas program
No one had ever heard the term politically correct
As an adult I can finally predict when the holidays are arriving
They come fast and furiously every year, like tornadoes and windstorms
Mead or beer, along with gluttonous feasts,
an abundance of these were there to entreat.
The coming of the dark, the soul rising day,
through the mid cycle of fall where people would play.
Homage was ensured, or else strife would ensue,
and lands become forfeit, it was deemed, insecure.
In dark times, there was fear of retribution and cost,
and if reverence was not paid, more than stability was lost.
Cattle to sacrifice. The wheel of the sun; ablaze,
in flames purification, rites offered in holy phrase.
A death omen to anyone who encountered the souls,
risen to steal away all those who enter the Juniper knolls.
Hiding yourself in costumes of the fae,
evades the taking on Samhain day.
The Shining Ones, Sluagh's wild hunt to the west,
cover imperative if you don't want to be next.
So tidings have passed, and the moons cycles a memory
yet, the feastings still stand, where we all get merry.
We dress up for fun, and the disregarded the meaning,
and collect our fill, as we go trick or treating.
25/10/2018
I can never comply with fastidious hygiene
Try as thee most persuasive person might,
he/him, she/her,
they, them... can never wean
yours truly always objected
being told when to bathe/shower
particularly when puberty
found yours truly a tween
and my mother (deceased eighteen
plus years - sess her bowl),
she exerted authority
and told her "take a bath,
or no supper"
analogous to a queen,
strict disciplinarian to boot
who wedded her king
(my late father) at age nineteen
the latter (day saint) quite keen
nevertheless both experienced
love towards each other
and tricked out their progeny
(myself included) with halloween
getup, I vaguely recall Amelie Beth
(their eldest daughter -
older sister of mine)
donned as an angel
lighting up night sky, an empyrean
permanent heavenly fixture
popular through Byzantine
epoch, which blinded
her brother (me),
cuz yours truly, the devil in disguise.
Here I sit scores of decades
now edging closer to the edge of night,
and approaching those twilight years
remembering protesting vehemently
(way past the bewitching hour)
not wanting to wash myself
in the tub (water frigid cold), I write
how mother dearest,
whose presence I wanted to smite
this puny progeny
grappling as a neophyte
whose Lilliputian stature
(when a prepubescent)
a over five feet in height
who when constantly
teased courtesy bullies
ran back to ma mommy
whose son totally affright.
If employed in social services field, why
the above might justifiably
smack of insubordination
hashtagging me as Pigpen thereby
wharf fare prompting me
to cleanse myself diving off a Quai
in an effort for Peanuts gallery
to accept yours truly well nigh
but unfortunately
getting mistakenly captured
as a prisoner of war
forced by Japanese to construct
two parallel bridges spanning
the river Kwai
as part of Burma Railway,
also called the Death Railway,
for the many lives
lost in its construction,
but my daring do,
(and boyish good looks)
found yours truly
whisked away to the island of Hawaii,
where hula dancers
choreographed, entranced, and finessed
their seductive routines
a native lass smitten courtesy
one wily word wizard
whose courage bucked up
after munching powder milk biscuits
taken as mistress
helped beget our daughter,
who became apple of mine eye.
Last eve, alone, sometime between the moon and dawn;
that space between the real and what is just a dream,
a chilling breath of wind flew past the curtains drawn
shadows slid towards my bed; I tried, failed to scream.
A dark-masked hooded face closed in and pressed to mine;
from raven lips, I felt a hissing foul-stench breath
with words to dread; "tonight, you'll be my Columbine."
Then stroked my tear-stained cheek with fingers, cold as death.
I watched in fear; I could not, dare not, close my eyes;
cartwheels, somersaults, upon my body, bed;
grotesque antics by this beast in devil's own disguise.
Down, down to fiery Hades, I was being led.
Dry rawboned hands were pulling forceful at my feet;
And as he pulled, I slid, the monster once more spoke;
"Come with me, dear; there's someone that you need to meet."
What would suit my dream, that I sleep, or I awoke?
12-16 Lines of a Scary Halloween Rhyme Poetry Contest; placed 2nd
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date wrote: 24th October 2022
Rhymes: wikirhymer dot com
creepy eyes sparkle
from scary pumpkin faces
halloween is here!
******
At Halloween it’s my birthday
Lots of ghouls come round to play
(They are really children from my street)
Their creepy costumes look really neat
I helped mummy mix and make
A scary spider birthday cake
Our table groans with lots of party food
and creepy decorations set a scary mood
We have so many tasty treats to eat
huge sandwiches cut like monster’s feet,
tubs of popcorn ‘brains’ and boiled egg eyes
and green slime pie and vampire thighs
We made massive jugs of red lemonade
Using colouring for that blood red shade
When the party’s over we will head to the street
And knock on doors to trick and treat
******
Fabulous fun and fancy food with friends and family
Pretty parcels and presents precariously piled
Cornucopia of cookies, candy, chocolate and cards
Trick and treating takes time
Bulging bags bursting with bright bonbons
Cornucopia contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
11-06-17
Form:
Three busy witches stood stirring a stew
Cauldron filled with freaky things for a brew
Each Halloween they made
soup in their escapade
Adding ingredients to a brown roux
Jan, of course, as she always wants to do
added a bouquet garni of fresh poo
She said, "It's for flavour!
A taste that I favour."
There's no tellin' where she got it? No clue
Tania, from the north is witch number two
Stardust into the black cauldron, she threw
It made the others sneeze
Lin, witch three shouted, "Geeze!"
She exclaimed when in her face, stardust blew
The scents were mingling in the kitchen, Phew!
Some poet shouted, "Open the damn flue!"
The kitchen got too hot
From flames under the pot
Suddenly, a clock began to chime… CUCKOO
"I'll lower the heat so it doesn't spew."
Tania, the prudent said because she knew
Jan and Lin were laughing
Bantering and chaffing
Sometimes she'd like to tell those two to shoo!
Jan sliced the snout of what looked like a shrew
Lin poured in vials of green stuff... jou jou?
The brew started boiling
While they were still toiling
“Quick! Let's serve it before it turns to goo!”
Their brew was served to all the poets, who
said it seemed like someone made a boo-boo
The witches weren't upset
Twas their best prank yet
Soupers were cursed with Halloween voodoo
Some began to fly; in circles they flew
Others wailed with salty tears, oh boo hoo
The witches felt regret
They grew sad, but not yet...
Did they break the spell till fell morning dew
Halloween night is dark and spooky
We saw a witch riding her broomstick
All across the sky, when she spotted us
She flew low dropping down
Black cats and bats from under her hat
We also saw ugly pumpkins
That came to life and tried to
Eat us and some of the other trick-or-treaters
We ran for our lives, but some of us
Fell into some witches brew
That had been laid out as a trap
We saw ghosts, goblins and ghouls
Who frighten us so bad that
Our hair on our heads stood up
And our eyes nearly popped
Out the socket
We took off running in different directions
While also praying that we made it home
In one big piece
Summer is all gone
it means that fall is now right here
And this is just nice.
Leaves from trees just change
Yellow golden browns reds all shades
In the air leaves float
In fall all things change
Different sounds and nice smells 'round
Thanksgiving we greet
Great food on display
Family get together to
Celebrate this day
In Halloween folks
Wear disguises of all type, some
Scary, some are fun
I love Halloween
Night full of fun and play some tricks
And kids want some treats
So go treat or trick
Enjoy night and beware of ghouls
Vampires ghosts and witches
Fall's a great season
The weather gets colder and crisp
Fall is beautiful!
Dorisn Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014
10.5.14
No lentil beans before bedtime unless...
(alternately titled: unrelenting flatulence)
Ya wanna count bajillion sheep,
but tween gluteus maximus powerful
natural gas explosions during sleep
(ass suspected source) – courtesy missus
she served me lentil beans piled outsize heap
sinister been off fish shunt ploy
spouse I may no longer keep,
cuz dream house went up in flames
reduced to ashes smoldering (Uriah hit) heap
an feeble attempt made to extinguish courtesy
urination which suddenly found me awoke
moments ago groggily awakened out deep
slumber out requisite snooze,
cuz I bean dog tired exhausted fuel
driving one clunky body electric jeep
wee hours way after midnight night owl
in case ya give fig yore hot heave hoot
blasted tremendously nonstop
rendering air to smell foul
while my little chickadee evinced similar
disposition, she too did pepper her muttering
with expletives, and did growl
snarling evidenced yours truly espied scowl
unrepentant and threatened to apply dowel
well, I need not specify, "a" specific vowel
one cheeky spouse,
would find yours truly to howl
no pretty picture me bean
while slowly turning unnatural green,
henceforth rushed to emergency room
whereby team of alien specialists,
who casually did primp and preen
mistaking convincingly verdant colored
hue man as martian ready for Halloween,
and said practitioners loathe to intervene
reckoning yours truly -
with other worldly mien,
My name’s Juno, I do my duty,
us black cats are quite well suited,
for adding scares this time of year,
our sharp claws, people often fear.
We have a reputation, human-given,
and to please, we’ve constantly striven;
offering good scares on Trick’n’treat night,
to serve the folks with a desired fright.
Human’s seem to love a good scare,
careful going ‘round corners, I’ll be there;
I’ll flash my eyes and hiss and spit,
to pump your adrenaline, just a bit.
Really, it’s not the most glamorous job,
I’d rather be eating some fish-kebabs.
10-12-2020
Halloween Meow Poetry Contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke