Of the creepiest spookiest eeriest sights on Halloween
We decided the most terrifying one was the graveyard queen
Dressed in veil of a dead bride, perched next to grave stones
She was eerily creepy in ghoulish, garish ghastly gray tones
Many of us had been lured out here by an older brother
Warned not to go by our father, uncle and grandmother
Screaming that ensued gave the night a Halloween glow
As we thought of being grabbed, and pulled way down below
Best Halloween ever, we all agreed with each other
Glad we had not listened to anyone but our brother
The boys pretty much ran off, terrified of course
We girls rode back home on a headless man’s horse
SUM OF ALL POSSIBLE
A TWIST OF TIME
Quantum, a direct window into the heart of Reality
More of a philosophy than a rigorous morality
Electron fired through Double-slit experiment
Physicists and mathematicians make each other queasy in continuity
Sum of all ripple amplitudes in gravity
Twist time as an imaginary-number (i2 = -1) to trick congeniality
Feynman path integral entanglement
Our Reality is a sum of all possible locality
Timeless quantum leap sought immortality
Scientists throw Swiss-cheese space-time into hospitality
Mirror mirror on the wall, what is the fairest one of all?
wormholes, doughnuts, topology flighting for identity
All roads lead to one melody
Cope with teetering tower of infinity
Quantum quantum in the field, who is the spookiest one of all?
Einstein general relativity, Schrodinger cat’s vitality
Quantum, a direct window into the heart of Reality
More of a philosophy than a rigorous morality
Dying black holes predicament
Physicists and mathematicians sum up random walks in brutality
Halloween
Dark and orange everywhere
Cackling witches that love to scare
Bring your friends from far and near
It’s the scariest spookiest season of the year!
Ghost, ghouls and goblins galore
Jack-O-Lanterns at your door
Werewolves howling through the night
Frightening the little ones out of sight
The Weird Sisters have cast their spell
Dancing around their cauldron, hot as hell
They're upto no good, they seek blood and death
Are they the ones who killed Macbeth?
The Harvest moon glows eerily tonight
Tombstones unearthed beneath the moonlight
Trick or treaters, beware of where you've been
On this freaky, frightening night of Halloween!
Ghosts and goblins come in waves on Halloween,
The spookiest spooks and ghouliest ghouls you've ever seen.
They really haven't come to haunt,
It's not your mortal soul they want,
Just your Skittles, Candy Corn, and Jelly Beans.
Vampires, werewolves, zombies, hags,
Witches, warlocks, wraiths in rags,
They won't suck your blood or eat you,
They're just here to trick-or-treat you.
When the doorbell rings, you'd best fill up their bags.
If brave of heart, you might invite them in.
Your lair is dark, the fiendish games begin.
Apples to bob, a tail to pin,
Brew to imbibe, a bottle to spin,
As party monsters celebrate All Hallows E'en.
1641 Main is the spookiest house ever we all said to each other.
I said it to my husband, my children, my nephew and my brother.
It’s not spooky to me said my elderly ninety-six-year-old grandmother.
She is not frightened of anything because she is the ultimate mother.
She has raised fifteen children to maturity and seen a whole lot.
Has buried three children and two grandchildren in our unique family plot.
We are not sure what would scare her, the answer is not plain.
But she surely would not fear a little house like 1641 Main.
War is the spookiest Thought that I know
Lingering and dreaming deep down below
Blood ridden bodies with death at the door
Each bullet with a name written on the ammo
Sleepless nights wondering if you get to go home
Or be placed in a coffin with a flag atop a dome
Wind driven choppers carrying the dead back home
Today could be your last day of all spooky syndromes
Contest: Eight Lines of Spooky Rhyme
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date Created: 10/24/2020
It’s time to party
Like no tomorrow
At the Haunted Halloween House
It’s time to party
With the ghosts
And shout with all your might
BOO
It’s time to party
With the Wicked Witches
And fly around on broomsticks
It’s Halloween
The spookiest and creepiest time of the year
So lets all let loose and party all night long
It’s time to party
Like no tomorrow
At the Haunted Halloween House
It’s time to party
With the party pumpkins
And play pranks
It’s time to party
With the skillful scarecrow
And act all sneaky
It’s Halloween
The spookiest and creepiest time of the year
So lets all let loose and party all night long
It’s time to party
Like no tomorrow
At the Haunted Halloween House
It’s Halloween
So lets have a creepy and spooky Halloween
That we will never ever forget
Farm house is unassuming at break of day
She does not look mystical in any way
Pumpkins understand her magical powers
Discuss it with garden’s sweet wild flowers
On Halloween she’ll be a true haunted house
Eerie and scary sanctioned by witch’s mouse
Chased into corners into shadows galore,
Diabolical ghouls causing spookiest lore
Farm house smiled as she heard her truth spread,
Crazy cobwebs covering porch so smoothly wed,
Twinkling lights showing secret ghosts in the air,
Vampires dancing a waltz straight up her stairs.
It was the creepiest of the creepiest spookiest night. The moon illuminated the woods with an ominous leering glow. Deer was nervous, expecting the worst dangers of dangers. She coughed an uncomfortable warning to her fawn, who knew to stay close. There were not lions in Kansas, and yet, she sensed a mountain lion or a wolf, something evil that could take her child. This
feeling of terror lasted for hours; she could not sleep. The pond was silent except for the croak of one lone frog. Where had the other frogs gone? Had they been taken? It was the creepiest of creepiest nights.
‘twas a creepy night
deer coughed warning to her fawn
terrified frog croak
Without half-hissed complaint he trudged on
Through many heat-crimsoned sands of fate, Humming sadly uncheering anthems to ease
Countless tripping odds that beset their mate.
Over slowing mounds snow-capped with chill,
He labored on across freezing heights and hill;
Yet not even beyond the homely horizon ahead
Did he espy the rest sought with a biting dread.
Faithful to the ideals in gallant soldiers' creed,
He strove on with unyielding energies and gut;
Equipped with nothing but the reassuring hope
That morn dawn's when all night's terrors shut.
Creepy trails in eerie woods eternize his walks
Into odd lands where spookiest serenity stalks.
Echoing cries devoid of soothing tears well say
Just what awful ills he saw in life's testing way.
Long trek on lone paths with gloom overcast,
Carries on oblivious of all grisly oddities past.
The house was crooked with frightening angles
At the front door were several black pumpkins
Screeching is heard in the uppermost tangles
The house has ghosts that surely live deep within
The third floor seems to be the signature room
Where they collect and meet to spell out all doom
Late at night, in the wee hours they play around
It’s the spookiest building here within town
Russell Sivey
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