Long Pumpkins Poems
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Winds of Autumn, breathless, weave joy through the vibrant hues of sun-kissed leaves, rustling, whispering good-bye to the passions of summer, who lingers in the morning sunlight, laughing, embracing, touching thoughts with kindness and wonder ~ quote by poet
Dancing through the gasp of September
Touching silence with tenderness that brings serenity, quiet
Lush, graceful oaks, pines and birch sing praises, gentle lessons
Trembling in the melancholic poetry, risking tears in lavish intimacy
Thundering, wrestling with the raucous storm
Rain hammers the earth, rhythmic dreams pouring out hope, inspiration
Risking every desire for flaming passions, hunger for ambitious gusts
Miracles arise from October dew, sliding over ginger pumpkins, burnt
Beneath shadows of graceful sighs, mouthing praises, worship
Hearts lifted to God’s light, adoring
Whimsical wishes hesitate on the spirit, wrestling with winter augury
Grieving summer joy, crunching leaves predict the indifference of cold
Frosty mornings soothe with crisp shadows
Darkening, mystery tempting the enigmatic conclusion of harvest
August 21, 2022
Using Constance La France's Fragmented Spaces (CREATED FORM)
Free Verse - Old Or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Written August 21, 2022
Entered contest: August 28, 2022
With cotton candy
Pink and dandy,
Funnel cakes, sweet
All you can eat
A Ferris wheel
To make you squeal,
The carousel
Sure looks swell
Toss a ring
To win something,
Pop a balloon
You'll get it soon
Try to get that prize
Go for the biggest size,
Win a pet if you wish
Take home a goldfish
Stay there all night
For every sound and sight,
Like a kid again, be
So much to do and see
Show off what you do
Win a ribbon, blue,
Shower what you raise
With the highest praise
Craft and quilt
By hands built,
Goodness canned
Grown on the land
Pumpkins and pies
To delight the eyes,
Each cow and pig
The biggest of the big
Farmer's best on display
Sat in a pile of hay,
Take in the dairy air
At the county fair!
'Oh do move on, Summer - it's time for a change
I've so many seasonal chores to arrange!
Whilst you, my dear sister can laze in the sun,
For me there are serious tasks to be done.
I have to ensure that the hedgehogs remember
To stock up on food at the start of September.
Then trigger celestial cues as causation
For swallows' onset of long distance migration.
Blithe, frolicking squirrels must forfeit their play
To stash bereted nuts for the next rainy day.
And whilst I remember, the trees need a shake;
A gentle reminder their leaves to forsake.
A new coat of paint is applied in a rush
And a kiss from my lips makes the blackberries blush.
I’ll crisp up the air and leave everything stark,
Ensuring that nippy Jack Frost makes his mark.
And tickle the prickles of sweet chestnut shells
Till, sides split with laughter, their treasure expels.
And last but not least, I've the pumpkins to swell
And harvest to gather, folk's hunger to quell.'
'Now please hold your horses, dear brother of mine.
Just take a deep breath and then all will be fine.
One thing you've left out in this frenzied oration;
We all play a role in the Master's creation.
So let’s work together and less of your squall,
Just maybe that’s why pride is linked to a fall!!'
02/08/18
'Just toss another one in' contest
Halloween
Haunting monsters roam on an October Halloween spooky night
As munchkin stroll dress in their costumes that fright
Large carved pumpkins laugh as inside candles flicker bright
Lifeless lackadaisical zombies walk the street on sight, ghost in white
Occasional Owl hoot as monsters howl in the darkness plight
Witches on broomstick, Warlocks wrapped in black capes, before day light
Enchanting the moon. Spiders that bite, weaving sticky webs that stick-tight
Eerie gravestones and casket lids that open yelling "Boooo…."at midnight
Night ebbs with jumpin sounds of trick-or treat, ghost, goblins dance in delight
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Naughty black feline stepping its paws nonchalantly teasing the dog
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Nonplussed decrepit two- story haunted house
Idle and dank surrounded by broken down fencing and gnarl skeletal tree boughs
Grave “No TRESPASSING” sign forbidding entry for even a mouse
Hangs warding off the unwanted and those that had doubts
Tenebrous gloom brought brooding shadows around the house
10/13/2016
Children Story
Pumpkins carved and treat’s prepared
With costumes risky as we dared
Ghostly white sheets, hats and bats
Those scary witches with their cats
Apple bobbing is a fun autumn game
So it's trick or treats that we all proclaim
Travel in groups for the best effect
And always show upmost.l respect
Take with you adults, it's important you see
Not everyone likes it, not like you and me
Houses that decorate won't mind a visit
If they have a poster their wishes are implicit
Those who provide you with sweets and treats
Cakes, biscuits and all those nice eats
They make it special, on All Hallows Eve.
Pleases and thank you’s they must receive
Ghost Buster’s Eve
‘Tis the time
to shoot slime.
Adults Only Costume Party
Sex kittens prance.
Sultry nurses dance.
Party Food
Served eyeball soup
and goopity goop
A Bobbing Good Time?
Apple I get;
face sopping wet!
House of Creeps
The chainsaw guy
made me cry
A-Maze-ing Fright
Lost girl walks
where corn stalks
Jack O’Lantern Greeters
Bright as torches,
pumpkins on porches.
Night of Royals
Small and fair,
princesses are everywhere.
Trick or TWEET
One poor nerd
plays Big Bird.
Halloweenie
Wearing dumb costume -
a dashound’s doom
The ‘Trick’ to Trick or Treating
Door to door,
speediest kids score.
Vampire Candy
Dracula’s favorite treat
is bloody sweet.
Raiding the Kids’ Trick or Treat Bag
Of chocolate stuff,
can’t get enough
Over and Out
Big Harvest Moon.
Thanksgiving comes soon.
Nov. 3, 2018 for Mark Toney's Six-Word Couplet Series Encore Poetry Contest
Shadows stretching eastward
Setting sun in daylight lost
Fall creeps in on chilly fingers
Grasses matted by morning frost.
Trees comply ablaze with color
Flashing signals in Autumn’s roust
To feathered, clothed, or furry creatures
Storing food or flying south.
Grey fog gauzing upward
Where Canadas vector in the sky
Above dark waters cooled over night
Honkie-talkie as they fly.
Pumpkins glowing orange
Bundled corn stalks stripped and bound
Freshening winds start groaning-whining
Hints of change for frost bound ground.
Cotton to flannel to fleece and wool
Make ready for winter’s unknown
Top off the firewood, gas, or oil
Secure the harvest - secure the home.
The pumpkins placed upon the steps
To set a scary mood
Were attractive both to look at
And to squirrels, too, as food.
At first, they nibbled here and there
But then were on a roll
And chewed their way inside
Via an ever-growing hole.
On every pumpkin (there were four),
These entries could be found
And seeds or some discarded bits
Were scattered on the ground.
My husband caught, on video,
One squirrel peeking out,
Then exiting with one quick leap
While others milled about.
And soon another made his move,
An acrobatic dash,
His last until next year, for what
Was left’s now in the trash.
Aren't grandchildren marvelous! Spoil them just rotten,
then give them back, but they are never forgotten.
My maternal instincts are rekindled and who
best to let them experience the joy I knew.
One of my preferred seasons is pumpkin season,
tis for Halloween if for no other reason
than to take them out to a pumpkin patch and glean
their own monster orange pumpkin for Halloween.
I had missed the sounds of laughter of my children,
but my grandchildren have filled the empty cauldron.
We brought the pumpkins home. For their very first time,
curious, they plunge in, eviscerate the slime;
doesn't seem all that tasty or appealing at first.
With some fallacious explanations they immersed
scooping out its seedy, nasty stringy insides.
They love to tantalize; well, I'm one who decides.
So many questions they asked to bewilder me.
A mass with scarlet paint an ugliness they see.
Candles flicker a whirling vortex of smoke at first;
just in time for the spooky night of October 31st.
6/21/2018
I would like to share a story with you
About a sweet pumpkin romance
Two pumpkins from different patches
Doing the pumpkin love dance
Gourden is a large fine looking pumpkin
Revered as the local ‘Pump-King’
Though a country pump-kin at heart
He just loves to line dance and sing
Never afraid to speak his mind
Always at hand to help others out
When the local ‘Smash’n Pumkin Gang’ start trouble
Gourden yells ‘Watch it or l will give you pump-kin to talk about’
In another patch across the road
Lives a lovely Butternut pumpkin called Clementine
Gourden and Clementine are sweethearts
Both besotted and on cloud nine
GOURDEN SAYS~
You are my spoonful of squashy loveliness
My beautiful Clementine
You are the absolute pick of the patch
Forever you will be mine
CLEMENTINE REPLIES~
Gourden you make my heart all squishy squashy
You are so handsome, kind and strong
You treat me as special as a sweet pumpkin pie
With you forever l belong
Clementine likes to keep fit and healthy
She plays squash and line dancing she also adores
Gourden and Clementine line dance every Saturday night
Having fun and pumping it up on the dance floor
Clementine is a wonderful baker
She makes a mean pumpkin pie
When Gourden tries to sneak a little piece more
Clementine laughs, ‘You butter nut even try!’
Gourden and Clementine are very happy
Their future looks bountiful and bright
Pumpkin romance and love flourishes
Under the moon in a pumpkin patch at night