Holiday Ottava Rima Poems

Spring in all it's glory is now coming,                
with flowers...

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All alone she sat each day, no one called
Until a new neighbour moved in nearby.
Old lady looked so sad, she was appalled
Asked her to come...

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It's near midnight, whilst we moonlight walk
Palm tree lined fairway, Crickets singing
Hands clenched in loving vacationed talk
Hearts in wanting pound, Batangas is bringing
We, she and...

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Bats that fly outside on Halloween night
Through a light yellow-orange tinged full moon
They scare easy from the ghosts that delight
In bringing fear to all those...

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The fog makes it hard to see on the path
Candlelight is all that breaches the dark
She holds a pumpkin that gives glowing bath
The eeriness shows...

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Jack-O-Lanterns glow with an eerie sight
Light that dances within fills one with joy
Ghosts avoid the masters that rule this night
Pumpkins show their powers that it...

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The coffin lid slowly rises, opens
Followed by skeletons and ghosts galore
To the side are the pumpkins with their grins
The scarecrows with their ravens to implore
All...

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She stands certainly with a kind of poise
Loves the holiday that comes once a year
Gives up nothing to walk like she enjoys
She struts down holding...

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There are glowing pumpkins that take their watch
To guard the witch’s mansion, haunted and all
She loves ghosts that wander, those she can’t catch
Her spells increase...

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An old witch turned a pumpkin solid black
She had to prepare for a horrid spell
Once she’s gone forward there’s no turning back
The curse would send...

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The Towne Centre clock shows that it’s midnight
Chiming with that eerie sound that’s morbid
Middle of town lives in a spooky light
Bringing a feeling of gloom...

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In the grey, cold, and misty fog tonight
The lighthouse stands dark and is quite frightful
It’s a scary place to walk in the night
Ravens fly high...

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There’s an eclipse of a full moon tonight
Shining down upon a cemetery
There is an old tree growing there by night
Surrounding fence is quite old and...

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The dark, dismal, mausoleum at night
In a moss covered graveyard that’s spooky
The gravestones posting deadly dates tonight
Fresh dirt to show fresh meat for the hungry
The...

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It’s known that witches fly on wooden brooms
Their cackling can be heard from miles away
They swoop down hard making you meet your doom
Soon you’re engulfed...

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