Short Costumed Poems
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Costumed in colors
Autumn enters with gusto
Summer surrenders
Entered in "Summer is over" contest sponsored by SKAT
He dressed as a jack-o-lantern
costumed in uncommon pattern
strode through the park
though it was dark
and was mistaken for slattern
Strike the midnight bell,
or it would be hell
for the kings and the queens,
for all the costumed angel.
And once we survive the spell,
I will be the one.....
a poet with a tale to tell !
(06.01.2022)
H- Hairy witches ringing my bell
A- Apple cider for costumed kids
L- Lanterns across the path
L- Little gigglers having fun
O- Owl recording scares us all
W -Wicked masks, so frightening.
E - Evil ( in a fun way, is a theme)
E - Everyone out for plain fun
N- Night of fun and lasting memories
10/11/2020
Accepting my costumed friends dare, I cautiously pushed through the weeds to the unlit dilapidate porch. Before I could knock, the door creaked open.
"Come on in.
We've been wait- ing for
you." Croaked the emaciated little girl with the basso profundo voice.
Something pushed me from behind ...
Vampires in the movies
Seem to very neatly suck.
If blood is to be seen, it’s on
The necks of those they’ve struck.
Yet every costumed Dracula
Has “blood” dripped on his face,
A situation vampires would
Perceive as a disgrace.
Tonight, as the undead come out
To honor Halloween,
Observe their faces – not a one
Will be blood-free and clean!
An onyx layer of cosmos
lies behind the mist costumed trees....
the remains of night falling over the edge
at my back
the first caress of day
rubs my heels with prophesy.
So I come
from a chasm deep
within myself
spinning saffron ribbons
from my aching torso.
Echoing on the living Mountain
returning
to me with
secrets from Her crystal walls.
Form:
Heart robbers
Chasing after fine brothers,
Prior to a valentine arrival,
This elfin figure had no rival.
Hobgoblins are hobnobbing again
Playing games for a heart to sprain
Plastic surgeons with harpoons and weapons
To bludgeon emotions for coupons, sine qua non.
But this gossamer heart’s gone to bed, futon anon!
Heart robbers,
Costumed as fine brothers.
I’m invisible to you.
I’m invisible to everyone
I’m here but I’m not
People see me but they don’t
They know me but they don’t
I am not what I seem but
You nor anybody else knows that
I am invisible
What you see is not me
I am invisible
What you see is an imposter
Costumed up for your own importance
Who I am is invisible to everyone
But you don’t care
I am invisible
The evening of November first
Brought forth a gentle rain
For autumn sought to slake its thirst
While October had abstained
How fair to spare the children
That they might prowl the night
And their candy sacks be filled then
To their costumed hearts’ delight
Now November comes to claim
The scent of cold, wet stone
As the first of all fall rains
Seeps deep into this poem.
Casting dubious shadows
Wistful and stirring
A full moon rising
Keeping its eye on
Giddy ghosts and goblins
And costumed little munchkins
Out loose trick or treating
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~BYGONE DAYS OF SUMMER~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on September 25, 2019 for contest HALLOWEEN MOON sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 1ST
Look at that tail, she is a half-breed some said.
Her mother was a cat, but her father was dead.
I think he was a squirrel more than one did surmise.
Yes, he was. Some of us knew him, so it was no huge surprise.
This was a new orchard; the day was Halloween.
Costumed witches and goblins were easily seen.
Look at that tail! She is a half breed I heard.
Yes, she is, but why mention it? My word how absurd!
thousand butterflies
flutter around freedom gained ...
tender soothing sun
fragrant breeze enters
the weddings of lights and shades ...
uninvited guest?
buds smiling dancing
dream of their adolescence ...
aware of fading
dewdrops roll and fall
flower faces feel free for ...
buzzing honey bees
spring seems peeping through
windows of seasonal shifts ...
costumed to perform
11 February 2022
Halloween Is Upon Us
As the earth reaps the harvest
Of trees shedding their colors bold
Pumpkins wear smiles carved
And the air shares a bit of the cold
Adorned scarecrows gaily dressed
Displayed about the neighborhoods
Dangling ghosts and bats dance
As the wind blows through the woods
As the twilight hour approaches
To trick or treat becomes the ruse
Bags in hand from door to door
Children dressed in costumed muse
Cynosure
Not so sure cynosure
surrounded by an
entourage of well paid
admirers.
Circus whore
performing tricks
for those who
worship costumed
beauty.
Underscored cynosure
frail ego’s faults
magnified
on stadium screens,
lip syncing a
voiceless lie.
Dinosaur cynosure
too soon afraid
of ageing
too late to savor
youth.
6/23/2016
submitted to – Cynosure – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
He was defeated
by Captain America's all-weather paint
as he was the
furthest thing from a saint
His name was Solarr
and he drew his power from the sun
He would blast beams of energy
like a full-powered gun
He's most likely now
in a lowly dimmed cell
where he can cause no more damage
in this place he now dwells
He thought he was invincible
in his yellow costumed suit
but now he's in a place
where no one gives a hoot!
Bear wanted to be a witch, but had to be satisfied
Dressed up like a skeleton, due to his enormous hide.
Batman with his black mask was immediately recognized.
Disappointed him too, as he jumped out, trying to surprise.
Ghostly stranger was no secret to the other trick-or-treaters.
His voice was unique; we called him McPeters Jeeters.
Was that his name? A costumed elf asked me.
I am not truthfully sure, I replied, with a spot of glee.
Ghouls, ghosts and goblins
Wicked Wiccans wielding
Spirits soaring sacredly
Trick or treating?
Pumpkin patches present
Barren by butcher’s beast
Costumed careless children
Foul frightening feast
Darkened distressed demons
Patiently persecuting prey
Evil engulfs the entities
Devouring delicious day
Halloween howls heard
From foreign fetched fans
Yearning, yielding, yenning
For a fearful frightening band
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Seems like I'm falling
in love
with Bat-Girl
Don't ask me how this happened
Women in costumes
appeal to me
Not long ago I hugged a woman
in a cat costume
Comic book dreams
coming through once more
Green Lantern, Magneto and
the reat
are competing with me
for the love of
a costumed woman
I think that "love steeers the star"
Fantasy women are sometimes
easier to deal with than real ones
In the inmost part of my extrinsic insoluble mind
There is a berth that you have to leaf thoroughly through to find
A vicinity that's scarred by years of heartless crime
Like a flask with echoes of sour screams, overflowing with cries
Keeps me roused at eventide with a toothless grin
Wondering if I'll be tolerable for once in my continuance and when
Day spring comes and then my dusty attic generates a spin
Arise and get costumed, as it starts all over again
Daphne Odora
Dainty Daphne costumed in purest white
Through winter’s darkest days shares her blooms
Wears a satin gown to the ice moon’s delight
Small nosegay clusters share intoxicated perfume.
Daphne sings in winterfests of raucous snows
Evergreen, her smiles warm winterbound showers
January’s merry child surely knows
She lifts the heart through every frigid hour.
8-26-22
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full moon on hallow's eve
ghosts and goblins
will be trick or treating
for bags and bags of candy
toffee apples on sticks
enough sweets to rot their teeth
children roam the streets
as costumed munchkins
looking for yummy treats
darkness filled with characters
older kids dressed up wild
ranging from devils to angels
spooky pumpkins
carved with care
eerie sounds from coffins
in the dead of night
creaking doors and then
the graveyard comes to life
Mama always had them ready,
goody bags--one hundred twenty--
covering our kitchen table.
She'd make sure all kids got plenty.
Up our gravel driveway, squealing
costumed kids came in a flurry.
"Trick or treat" earned them their candy.
To the next house, off they'd hurry.
As the night progressed, though wee ones
ceased to come, Mom still gave candy.
Tall, masked ghouls with manly voices
asked, and Mom obliged them grandly.
The morning sun glows
The morning sun glows,
a new day we’re finding
Still everyone knows,
October reminding
That autumn is here,
the temperature chilly
And let’s make it clear,
don’t think it is silly
When goblins galore
and witches, brooms handy
Come knock on your door,
requesting some candy
For later today,
as twilight we’re greeting
In costumed array
we’ll be trick or treating
Good morning Soupers
Happy Halloween
Beyond the meadow pumpkins lay
Amidst the birch and bales of hay
Basking in the moonlit glow
Crows perch high on scarecrow
Leaves pirouette in the dark
Bats fly low then embark
Thistle swagger in the breeze
Just below the apple trees
Rabbits flitter 'cross the field
Stalks of corn embrace their yield
Looming shadows high they tower
Ever near the witchin' hour
House to house off they go
Candy baskets overflow
Costumed tots laugh with delight
On this hallow's eve night