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Where were you when i needed you the most?
Where were you when I needed comfort from home?
Clearly it is not anymore
Clearly it is desolate in it's bitter groans
Both mother's have abandoned me I see
Never shall I return to them,
As they feast off of power hungry greed
As I leave, they can claim that self proclaiming deed
The place is rotten, caving in, and dead to me
Bitterness, envy and greed
Even though they don't celebrate Halloween
They still like to play trick or treat
3 days from my birthday, while internally, I bleed
I get nothing from them but hollow seeds
All the more reason for me to pray I never return
As I turn my back from them to leave
They are cut off
No more bs
I cut it down like a twig tree
I pray I don't return,
To this place of misery
The death card shows it's weaves
Trapped in a web of moon rays,
a cold autumn night
The air was spun -
The dead twist in despair
Through sharp howls from the werewolf
Longing for a spouse, love and tenderness
A manhood test and bloodthirsty power
Myth or Truth - Trick or Treat
("a human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf")
Spooky Halloween moon - cast and spell
Make sure the shoe laces are tied well
No comforting words or lullaby tonight
25/09/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Halloween Moon Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
1st place in the contest
HALLOWEEN NIGHTMARE
I was walking through the churchyard at the dead of night.
I had often used the short cut and never had a fright.
But this time it was different, an experience obscene,
For I had forgotten that tonight was Halloween.
The silence soon was shattered by an eerie banshee wail
As from behind a gravestone rose a figure gaunt and pale.
Was I hallucinating or was the creature real?
And then I saw a vampire, craving a liquid meal
I turned and, right behind me, emitting mournful groans,
A hideous zombie army, skin hanging from their bones.
I screamed in terror, ran towards the churchyard gate.
But it was to no avail; the Grim Reaper stood in wait.
So now I was surrounded, my heart was full of dread.
No point in calling out for help, the residents were dead.
Hands up in surrender, I stood and conceded defeat
As with screams of maniacal laughter, they shouted, “Trick or treat.”
14th October 2022
12-16 Lines of a Scary Halloween Rhyme
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” By John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Autumn comes with light rain and fallen leaves,
Shorter days, chills but lots of blessedness.
As pretty doves shelter under the eaves,
We sit on benches admiring the lake,
Some birds fly, geese long gone to better climes
And humpback fish swim, twisting like a snake.
How I love this season with such good times.
Up on the hill, a stag deer roars its call,
The rutting season has truly began.
Such is the exciting time of the fall.
Barks attract the young bucks to join the clan.
Youngsters prepare their main annual fare,
Halloween is near, trick or treat beware.
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
Am I dreaming
or have I dreamt myself awake
I can’t seem to discern
between real and fake
What’s right
What’s wrong
which direction
should I take
Am I reasonably responsible
for the many mistakes I might make
Backward bouncy walking
Crazy ticketed talking
Following the run
in a pretty girls stocking
Unafraid of anything
Willing to do what’s shocking
Sarcastically mocking
Listening to head voices
My brain has lost it’s sane
my body’s rocking
My mind skipping
from Idea to Idea
You weren’t there a second ago go
but now I see you
Wait a second
I can see right through you
Black isn’t white
Yellow is now blue
Bending over
To take a boulder
out of my shoe
They were old yesterday
and now they’re new
But instead of one pair
I’m wearing out two
The room is shaking
Momma’s in the kitchen
Half baked
Pieces of everything
Tender flaked
The tiles under my feet
vibrate to the beat
Hey momma
“Trick or Treat?
Give me something good to eat”
Suddenly I’m covered by a sheet
on a cold stainless table
being processed like meat
sliding on a rail
Door closed
Fire burning
someone turning up the heat
Bell ringing, ringing, ringing
WAKE UP, Wake up Rick
If only I could
That would be a cool trick!
I feel like I’m being beat with a stick
Shake, shake, shake
“wake up Rick its Eight,
you’re going to be late.”
Get out of bed you fool.
It’s time for school.”
Eyes open, “I‘m up, I’m up!”
But wait
You can’t hear me talk
Because I’m an unwound
broken old clock
no longer able to tick or tock
I only have hands
so I can’t even walk.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Things that make me go hmm. The second hand of clock or watch is actually the third hand. ;0)
'T was a bitter chill night, the stars flooded the clear skies,
then hoar frost formed dressing up the trees with sparkling icicles.
The fragrant apple tree wood merrily burned in the hearth,
sending dancing shadows up and down the walls as if giving birth.
't is Halloween Nite and porches full of flickering pumpkin light.
The children dressed in costumes masks that tinkle bright.
Trick or treat they chant at each door passing tests with a plume.
Returning with many treasures and rewards to their home.
Hark the clock strikes midnight; now is time for ghosts and ghouls,
for the unwary to learn fast, stay indoors or you will lose your soul.
Halloween Night
Before the night is done;
Out before the setting sun,
Children good and mean, one by one
In Halloween costumes run
Through the neighborhood
Yelling, Trick or Treat. Feeling good,
Gleaning as much candy and fruit cache;
Laying out their mischief play
Before the night begun to grey.
With a spell curtains close and lights banish,
Children and grown-ups vanish,
Under nights cloak of slumber,
And the spell of Halloween does encumber.
Death rattles the bones
Under their headstones,
Moans of unknown beckon
With every growling second.
In the darkness the ferocious winds howl
Echoing voices of lost souls, moods so foul.
Trees tremble, creak, and shudder
Losing their limbs as leaves flutter.
Shadows run and hide into the depth of nowhere,
As Frankenstein and his bride round the square.
Werewolf painful howls of transformation he cannot bear.
Cackling witches and their feline
On flying broomsticks, above the tree line.
Bats and ghost fly in front of the laughing moon
Fly, fly my pretties, fly! and non to soon
Before the excitement of sins.
Till at last the day begins.
10/17/2020
Children Story
~In The Fall~
(Dorian's Five Eight And Five)
Summer's almost gone
It means that fall will arrive soon
And this is just nice
Leaves from the trees change
Yellow reds browns golden all shades
Leaves in the air float
In fall all things change
Different sounds smells all around
Thanksgiving we greet
Great food on display
Family get together to
Celebrate this day
In Halloween folks
Wear costumes of all kind some are
Scary some funny
Love Halloween too
Night full of fun and playing tricks
Kids ask for candy
Go out trick or treat
Enjoy night imagining ghouls
Ghosts vampires witches
Fall is great season
The weather gets colder and crisp
Fall is beautiful.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
September.09.2016
~Author's Notes:
"Dorian's Five Eight And Five" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000, on 2012.
Sitting uncomfortably on my kitchen chair, waiting for the doorbell to ring,
I think back to past Halloweens, underlying feelings - this uneasiness thing.
Do these feelings stem from my childhood or knowledge of All Hallows’ eve,
Or is it that I live way out in the country - has my mind just taken its leave.
Historically this night was thought to be, all wandering souls’ last chance
To revenge their enemies before entering the realm of their final dance.
Costumes and masks were worn to avoid being recognized by a lost soul,
Jack-o-lanterns of turnips remembered those in purgatory, that was the goal.
Raised in a quiet little village, Halloween was always a time of high alert,
Rumors and folklore outlined of terrible fires, of animals and people hurt,
I would watch my father the town’s clerk prepare for this horrendous night,
Each sign of concealment, a whisper just added to my ever growing fright.
Store owners sat quietly in the dark waiting for pranksters to soap windows,
The farmers watched for signs of movement by barns and over meadows.
Volunteer fire fighters sat by the phone to respond covertly to any barn fire,
No sirens were used tonight, reduce the alarm, or so they tried to conspire.
My best friend lived out in the country, we would trick or treat together,
Her parents drove us around all the country roads in the stormy weather.
Pumpkins would flicker eerily on the railings of front porches as a guide,
Acknowledging someone was home with treats, you were welcome inside.
But every single cornstalk moved in different directions adding to my fear,
No doorbells to ring or bright street lights to show the masquerades clear,
Fires burned in the distance, yellow and orange flames licked at the night sky,
Now cars pull down my gravel driveway, is this a murderer, am I going to die.
With each knock, I take my life in my hands and open the front door,
This time I see a little princess and a funky monster walk onto my floor.
It is now late and I move to the jack-o-lantern to blow out the candle,
Another Halloween - the fear and fright - too much for me to handle.
Written September 7, 2012
For Gail Doyle’s Halloween Night contest