Spooked wheels Jamming
Hot sauce vibbing
Waste land Popping
Edge space shaping
Indigo Spreading
Liminal roasting
Nylon sliding
Questions arising
Spooked Wheels Jamming
Hot Sauce Vibbing
Waste Land Popping
Edge space Shapping
Indigo Spreading
Liminal Roasting
Nylon Sliding
Questions arising
Wave lengths coliding
Silence echoing
Spooked
Driving along on my scooter, seeing the familiar
landscape, there was a time disturbance
The landscape was the same, but the trees were small
And there were fewer ploughed fields.
mystical shadows and a murmur of voices sounded
as an echo, and I felt spooked.
I stopped and waited, perhaps I had a funny turn
Slowly, the warp panned out, and I was back at
my own time, yet I sensed an unease I should not
come back to this place that had layers of old-time
that had yet to melt into the clarity of a white water
that has no story to tell.
As a child at night, tucked up into bed
counting sheep would never work for me
counting only up to three
then drifting from my head
An imagination Big enough
self-sabotaging dread
a shadowed figurine
with glowing eyes instead
whistling gusts of wind
the creepy creaking shed
What if something hungry lurked outside
looking to be fed
its favourite snack was little girls, with ringlet curls
who wore Pjs colour red
scared but curious, I tiptoed across and carefully I tread
perching by my window
oddly sitting on the ledge
was a creature looking back
tilting slow its head
A frightening hoot so loud
was why I spun around, and to my parent's room
whizzingly I fled
We all knew how spooked our cousin Leticia gets.
We knew when she saw the skull she would pitch fits.
Should we warn her? Asked my Aunt Little Bits.
No way! We kids yelled. That would be the pits!
The skull was sitting about sixteen feet away.
I was afraid Leticia might not see it today.
I motioned past her, in a playful way.
She didn’t even turn, so she never turned gray.
Let me try said our cousins the two we called the Mikes.
They cajoled and coaxed, but there was not even a yikes.
A spider crawled out of that skull and I let out a scream.
Undoubtedly the loudest one ever experienced on Halloween.
The sun set slowly this eve
As the moon seemed to tip toe
Upon the distant horizon
As the handoff of day to night ensued
The sounds of laughing children
Filled the air on this Halloween
A chill fell upon the trick-or-treaters
With hopes costumes would protect
From the oncoming cold night
Little protection, though
Against the hunting and haunting spirits
That wish to walk the earth
By scaring the many children
Into dropping and leaving their candy
Running away and screaming
Aah, the lengths parents go to
To not only examine
But, to get their favorite candy
i once got spooked
on Spooky Hollow road
smack dab
in middle of headless horseman country
almost lost my head
it was very dark
lanterns belong to city dwellers
my station wagon spun crazy eights
as i imagined, the dawn of the dead,
a recently watched horror fest
any moment he’d materialize
head hanging off shoulder
green as pea soup
or Dracula, leaning on a cane
white teeth hanging like stalagmites
bump in the road…
well you know the end
i find the main artery
my box springs creak at night
muuuaaaaahhhhhhh….
We were four tough teens and one day at school we were dared
To spend a night in Hangman's Woods to prove we weren't scared,
We'd set up camp for the night then heard loud wailing and a moan
Sheer blind terror overcame us when we realised we weren't alone,
We ran as fast as our legs could carry us and we didn't look back
And made it to the woods entrance and there stood by an old shack,
Were our three so called school friends who'd set us up for the dare
They were laughing and pointing at us and all we could do was glare.
Written on the 25th October 2020
8 lines Of Spooky Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin.
Full moon beams
a foreboding light
hanging in a
twilit sky;
shadows of cobalt
soon blackened loom,
as witches stir
their cauldron brews.
A distant howl
in the night;
skeletal fingers
click so light.
The graveyard stirs
in amorphous view.
10-12-2020
Halloween Fright Poetry Contest
Carolyn Devonshire
There was a girl named Bridget
who fell in love with a midget.
They got along fine
'cept at loving time
the best he could do was fidget.
Who is knocking on my empty stump
on this cold and dreary night?
I glanced at my friend, but she was snoring away,
her usual evening sight.
I went to the door with my loaded acorn,
ready to shoot me some bear.
But believe it or not, no one was around,
not a soul even there.
SPOOKED
i snuffed
out candlelight -
suddenly spooky dark.
forgotten sound, resounds, in length
of chains.
9/7/2017
I follow you around everywhere you goI speak to you when the wind blowsYou can hear something but you cannot hear meI listen to you complaining all the time about meI come up to you and blow into your earAnd all you do is flap your hands around your ears in fearYou run from me but you cannot hideI will always be there somewhere by your sideI see the hair starting to stand up on your neckAnd the goosebumps rise on you with my every breathYou run into the next room and slam the door behind youOnly to turn around and see me standing in front of youYou scream as loud as you canThen you wake yourself up from the nightmare you just had
5/19/16
Spooked
Driving along on my scooter seeing the familiar
landscape there was a time disturbance
the landscape was the same but the trees small
and there were fewer ploughed fields.
mystical shadows and a murmur of voices sounded
as an echo and I felt spooked.
I stopped and waited perhaps I had a funny turn
slowly the warp panned out and I was back at
my own time, yet I sensed an unease I should not
come back to this place that had layers of old time
that had yet to melt into the clarity of a white water
that has no story to tell.
Souls filing down Heaven’s hall;
People walk among us all.
One or two in a crowd can, see them;
Others are blind, to their own fellow men
Keep your mortal
Eyes closed at night, in bed;
Dark rooms may reveal the non-dead.
yes, spooked
by lightning
while
the
scarecrow starts singing
the titled song,
“Bring Him Home”
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