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it was Halloween, the moon was full
I saw someone dressed as a witch
she cackled as she passed by
I told her to jump on her broom and fly
she said some words as she walked on
I saw others in monster masks,
zombies roamed the streets searching for prey
all the ghouls had come out to play
then I saw something flying above,
it looked like the witch I saw before
I could hardly believe my eyes
as her cackle echoed in the sky
I realized something was wrong
When my body began to shake
and then I began to morph
The witch had turned me into a goblin!
10-18-2022
At midnight each Halloween
scary scenes fill nightmare dreams.
And evil wanders unseen
lurking near the sound of screams.
Stepping outside of the box
I pondered on the undead.
And why zombies take these walks
filling hearts with fear and dread.
Freed from their graves, they're hidden
amidst the shadows of light.
And dine upon forbidden
morsels garnered from the night.
The breaking of nature's rules
spurs supernatural fears.
And motivates these foul ghouls
to be harbingers of tears.
With their moldy flesh rotting,
they feel no pleasure or pain.
And despite all their plotting,
they'll never live again.
An empty shell with no soul,
hunger drives these demon spawn.
For when they crawl from their hole,
it's live brains they feast upon.
(Quatrain)
10/3/2015
Lining up for mediocre service
At the counter for the human zoo
Waiting around like stagnant Zombies
With nothing left to chew
The lifeless agent behind the bulletproof glass
Bellows out the next number in her que
Only 82 more calls and my numbers up
Setting in place my angered mood
Finally 4 gruelling hours later
I see im next in line
Then she bellows again to my dismay
Its 5 minutes to closing time
Im called up before they lock the door
She says sir theres more info you must provide
You will have to return tomorrow
Come early and get in line.
I rendered her my best pissed off smile
And said i live 2 hours away
I had to take a day off work
And lose my needed hard earned pay.
She picked up her lunch and left her booth
Disregarding every word that I conveyed
And left me reeling like a psycho killer
With my melting point swiftly on its way.
But i left without causing bodily harm
Or going Postal to satisfy my rage.
But now i understand fully how people lose control
Once you provoke them from their cage.
(Being a song for misanthropes, or people who have just had a really bad day.)
I hate the world and everyone in it,
I hate the world and everyone here,
I hate the world and everyone in it,
I hate, yes, I hate the world.
I hate the world and the busy-bodies,
I hate their words, they’re so full of crap,
nothing but sound with no wisdom in it,
I’ve hear more than enough crap.
I hate the world and all the dang hipsters,
pretentious bands and unruly beards,
I hate those fools downing in irony,
and I really hate their beer.
I hate the world and its politicians,
lying scum-bags, power-hungry gits,
they do nothing but get in a man’s way,
I’m so tired of their sh-t.
I hate the world and all the damn hippies,
socialist fools detached from the world,
say they want peace but kill if they’re questioned,
their smell make me wanna hurl.
I hate the world and those dumb professors,
in their tower they can’t see how things are,
turning our kids to socialist zombies,
doomed to not go very far.
Ugh…what a world, am I right?
Hey, wait—here comes my German Shepherd!
I love the world and all the dogs in it…
The graveyard tenants,
who serenely rest,
to this day,
upon this sacred site--
On Hallow's Eve,
will resurrect
to celebrate
the frightmonsterous
of holiday delights.
When the night settles,
with its moon
pulsatin' gloom--
witches fly high,
with Autumn's breeze
and cackle
while swirlin' round
on their enchanted,
witty-brooms.
But first, they'll have
to reconvene
and conjure up--
their Kooky, Goulash Bash-
equal to none.
Twelve bats with gnats,
nine toads, well crushed.
Stir it six times--
then P O O F, it's done.
Children stay calm--
please, do not fret nor cry;
For you might miss
this Zany spooky night.
So listen carefully and watch--
you're sure to hear
the Werewolves howl,
when Frankenstein
comes stumpin' by with fright.
The mummy's wrappings
will come undone.
In shameful places, he's usually
missin' Humongous chunks.
He'll ask to borrow,
from his mummy wife--
her S n a p p y girdle--
to cover half of his
exposed behind.
Dracul flies in always late.
His fifty brides suspect--
he's out, again--'taste-samplin'
the blood of every virgin maid.
This just can't be....
the Old Bat has no game.
So Igor prays--no one sees
his Soy-sauce drippin' fangs or
self-made, kissed smudged cape.
When he f l a p s in--
there'll be....
a Horrid, Terrible S p a t.
For centuries now--
they've drained the moat,
replaced cobwebs--
and even fed
his feisty rats with
mangy dungeon cats.
That's how
the castle chores--
have always gotten done.
Both servants,
Renfield and Igor Hide--
as soon as he--
their master, flies--
to chase town belles....
when it grows dark.
Zombies
will soon initiate-
the hunts and in games--
Goblins, Spooks
and Monsters
jovially anticipate.
Most dance and sing--
while others growl--
till cry.
Just like we humans do--
they also react to things
that they don't like.
Some pranks can scare--
but, done just for smiles.
It'll be the B e s t
Frightacular Night--
they'll have....
in a....long....long while.
As he sped down the highway late one night
A beautiful hitch hiker he happened to see
He stopped and did what was right
And picked up this mysterious beauty
She smiled and said her name was Dianne
He introduced himself as Sam
The truth was she was an alien
Hours before her spaceship did land
But when Sam tried to get fresh
She took a bite out out of his flesh
He screamed in pain as blood spurted everywhere
This pretty hitch hiker was now a monster to be feared
In a matter of minutes Sam was dead
Down the highway the hitch hiker now sped
She arrived in the next town about 8:15
Just in time for Halloween
That night she feasted on vampires
And bit off the nose of a witch
But the zombies pushed her in the ditch
And feasted on her till she twitched
It was a lesson to this alien queen
Never visit earth on Halloween....
Around twilight driving home from the casino
we both saw it;
it was silhouetted as it crossed the full moon.
legend has it that the Moth Man has retired,
perhaps he flew too near
to a street lamp and singed his wings?
That night while still driving
we saw the fabled Goony bird.
The Cherokee call it the Thunder Bird,
but I thought it was a pterodactyl.
Later, at the hotel our Beagle
kept running to the window and barking.
It was dark and the town lights were across the river.
We could see little, but both sensed
large leathery wings circling above us.
Maybe that night it settled on the hotel roof,
The Moth Man who cannot now fly
maybe took the elevator
and joined the great winged beast there.
I wonder if they discussed we strange crypto beasts
as we lay dreaming of yeti’s and zombies
playing the slots?
The boogeyman has never bothered me.
I shut my eyes at night to go to sleep..
If he should be about, he’s let me be!
No monsters in my closet do I keep!
I know some witches, but they have no broom.
They look like anybody on the street.
A few have bothered me, but they don’t loom
As threats to me, and sometimes they act sweet.
I keep my distance from them when I can.
Another kind of monster I can see
Seems not a threat to woman or to man.
Those zombies mainly scare us on TV!
In haunted places folks are seeing ghosts,
And mediums are speaking with the dead.
A demon would be scarier than most!
Imagine wrestling those jerks in your head!
I cannot think of any monster I
Can claim as mine; I guess symbolically
are some I know that make me want to cry!
One brings along with him anxiety.
He whispers in my ear when times are tough,
But I’ve no fear he’ll make me ache or bleed.
He laughs at me when I don’t have enough
Of time or money that I think I need.
Another monster carries with him pain.
Sometimes he visits me out of the blue,
And though invisible, he is so grim
He makes me feel there’s nothing I can do.
I cannot shake him off when pain is great.
Sometimes strong aspirins can make him go,
But other times, I have to wait and wait
To see him leave; oh, my, he can be slow!
One monster I have known most of my life.
His name is Melancholy. Sometimes fear
Accompanies him when he comes with strife.
I feel his presence more each passing year.
So zombies, witches, ghosts and boogiemen
Might be out in the world, for all I know,
But monsters I deplore come to me when
I let hope falter. Then my monsters grow!
Earth Worms
Rotted, eating flesh disease wound,
the day of the dead rises well before noon.
Open caskets, hatched maggots pour from their skin,
jaundiced eyes, yellow spines let the feeding begin
.
Alive but not breathing these hunters of men,
look at these monsters just drenched in sin!
Together, we must fight together or we'll never win,
Zombies these damn Zombies coming out of the earth again.
bmdavey@
02/19/16
It doesn’t pay to think too much when chatting is required
An open mind is where the most amazing lines are sired
No one ever spoke about a host of daffodils
Whilst ‘Head Office’ was ranting, “Look, there’s zombies in the hills!”
For watching TV, side by side, the notion in my head
Would disappear like fairy dust if just one word you said
So I will nod and smile while clinging to my latest thread
Until you, my darling wife, have gone off up to bed
For only then can I explore each nuance and express
My feelings of euphoria or even of distress
My darling, I’m quite certain that you know I love you dearly
But, if you had an on/off switch then I could think more clearly