Spooks Poems - Poems about Spooks

The psychic walked into a bar She said “I don’t like this!” A superstitious bartender screamed and ran off. He left his wallet. “You don’t like what?” her camera man asked. The TV audience was wondering too. I was holding my breath, awaiting her answer. “I don’t like that mirror behind the bar,” she told him. “It makes me look fat.”...

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four little Hallows Eve spooks sitting on a fence Named Ford, Carter, Rockefeller and Pence. Camouflaged as jacks, the little one says. She is persnickety and impolite, we call her Inez. This is my song, says the singer; Stay out of it, please. It is ghostly and spooky, this floats to them on a breeze. The jacks are quiet when a...

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Carrying an ignoble act in mind With a ruse to devour all humankind. A witch will tell you that all will be well If you allow her to cast a charmed spell. Ignore her and find that your soul be cursed By a demon spell that can't be reversed. On Halloween there'll be no redemption No place to hide, no...

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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...

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It was quite a party at the old Spooks house, to a spooktactular Samba they bobbed and bounced. with skeletons banging their big ox-bone drums, and the pumpkins all sang as the witches hummed. Black cats did dine on tuna eyeball stew; wicked Wilma brought her green bat-wing brew. In the attic was held a wondrous broom race and out back was...

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In that wood so dark and deep where ne'er but silent shadows sleep there spectral images e'er do creep in that darkened wood so deep In that wood of shadows long where ghouls and ogres there do throng there where spells are cast in song there in that wood of shadows long In that wood so still and dark where...

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watch your step or you will wept theyer comming soon so watch the moon on this night some wear all white no doudt ON HOLLOWEEN SPOOKS OR OUT...

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I’m the latest ghostly tale of a Dead Sea non-person A son of a slave seed; I Diaspora bled from wooden callousness, inside a cadaver pale white whale — born half-dead on arrival Bosom fed green pasture promises, amber waves of nothing Blue sky hope was always barren grey Cruel cerulean reign became crystal clear due at the first skin auction bartering...

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Our town of Newmarket is alive with kooks Evidence is the number of sillies and spooks Unusual to be sure In our brochure An image of Goofy in a warm wooly tuque...

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so you won't wept watch our step stay near street lights some will dress in white its too scare you this do nodoudt TONIGHT THE SPOOKS COME OUT...

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its not a dream some look mean comes everyyear some dress as a bear some have on white under the street light they more then on or too it the NIGHT OF THE SPOOKS...

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1 "Darling, this is the place where my dead body was kept before burial Let's have a kiss in this dead room before spooks get in with brooms" 2 "Spooks die in beetle soup and beetles die in spooky poop under Encounter Group" 3 "..and they die happily ever after"...

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Spooks were making love their bones were clattering Fresh in after death sex they were a prattling ...

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Embolden they, marching hand in hand a unison Determined to bring down his child; Nero, Pharaoh and her Sparrow trailed closely by their three little pigs ? Baby playing amid love's Innocent crib unaware these, daemonicia noses pressed unto destiny's forte glass ? Licking time's panes premogenitor's werewolves her full moon: crimson, begins it's howl Hunch'back hallways imploding doors splintered...

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So he loaded up the fossil fuel and they moved to Beverly Hills that is, Hollywood, movie stars ? Afore their golden years... Her Queen of Buckingham Palace sent for Shakespeare as to enquire His nether worlds nouveau riche nostrum Prince, Nightingale Night Blindness If their Fab Four would be accompanying King Abbooboo to the Jim Crow festival during Astarte's,...

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