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Today’s post is a repeat because I am scrambling to get ready to fly to L.A. for the Writers’ Digest Conference, but I think this is a truly fun post that is perfect for Halloween and also get get you guys fired up for NaNoWriMo. Writers really are a strange breed and just so y’all know? The normal ship sailed without you a long time ago so relax. Your family or friends might not “get” you but we do.

I love being a writer. It’s a world like no other and it’s interesting how non-writers are simultaneously fascinated and terrified of us. While on the surface, people seem to think that what we do is easy, deep down? There is a part that knows they’re wrong. That being a writer, a good writer, is a very dark place most fear to tread.

In fact, I think somewhere at the BAU…

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2nd Halloween Poem Contest – Last group of submitted poems

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Jack-o-Legend written by Jimmie Verte

Once upon a time,

A nasty, greedy rummy,

A Regretting daredevil

For Eternity

As drunkard as foxy,

Jack was in a bar and

Jostled the wicked one

This has been his mistake,

How this will never end,

The serpent approached him

Proposed fiendish favors

Against this blacksmith soul,

About to succumb,

Before following him,

He asked for a last glass,

The devil granted him.

Stingy Jack made

Leviathan turns into coins

To pay the Tavernier

Although he kept them with

A cross in his pocket,

He possessed him on hand.

He used his position

For a proposition:

Return to his freedom,

A decade in exchange

After the acceptance

Jack released Lucifer

Ten years later,

Leviathan made his return

To take Jack away to hell

The man approved then

Pointed out a fruit tree

For the inferno guard

To bring him an apple

Satan climbed to the leaves,

Jack engraved with a knife

A cross in the tree bark

“Never take me to hell”

The devil granted him.

Once Jack’s life had ended

In the purgatory

Neither heaven nor hell

Opened to the sinner,

Neither Satan nor Saint Peter

Let Jack enter.

From this moment on

The Blue Marble was his cell,

Burning coal in a turnip,

Jack roamed through the night

Next Halloween,

You are going to remember,

Candles in your pumpkins,

Candies in your pockets,

This Irish legend, friend

Of Jack of the Lantern.


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Poem written by Annette Rochelle Aben

It comes upon us, fast and furious, this spooky time, some take so serious.
When trees become hallowed places for bats and ghosts and body-less faces.
Of course, there are those who would have you believe that this special day is one they could take or leave.
That may be all fine and dandy but no matter what, they’ll show up for the free candy. So be sure to carve an extra gourd or two and put a few slimy toad stools in a witch’s shoe.
Leave the candles burning well to ward off the fright of this once-a-year, my goodness, vampires are near…  Halloween night!

Thank you, all poets for your participation.

Stay tuned!! The Jury is going to decide very soon who the three winners are!!