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On the Thirty First by Pamela S. Wight
Dark is night, night is just right
As I set my broom aside
with a thought so candle bright
My glowing eyes I can’t hide.
On the date of this fall month
I’m allowed to be my self
even eating my best lunch –
can of worm warts on the shelf.
But maybe I’ll surprise them
My witch cousins and witch friend
I’ll knock on doors because I can
Pretend to be a small human.
I’ll forget my nightly haunts
For this one special fun time
Neglect my night’s sky-filled jaunts
Instead listen for door chimes.
I’ll dress up like a robot
Or maybe a movie star
Collect yummy candy – lots
Walking sidewalks near and far.
Tonight I am not a witch
I switch roles and use my feet
hoping for no surprise glitch
as trick or treaters I meet.
I hide my twelve toes with shoes
Third eye is under a hat
My high shrill voice yells Boo BOO
Kids scream and so does a cat.
My bun of black hair escapes
And my pointy ears pop out
WITCH! someone yells with fear, hate
Suddenly I’m full of doubt
Guess I can’t be who I’m not
Not tied to the ground like them
I laugh and sprint past the tot
Glad I can fly like a wren.
“Boomer!” I yell and she flies
To my hands, my pal, my broom
I screech and scream out “good bye!”
As we fly toward the full moon.
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IT’S ALIVE by Susanne Leist
I wake from a deep sleep.
The pounding of my heart
Cuts through the stillness.
A sound hits my ears.
A creak that does not belong.
I am not alone.
I peek across the room.
To a shelf up high.
A puppet sits there.
Eyes glowing in the darkness.
Lifelike in its wooden body.
Evil in its demonic grin.
Then it speaks.
In a deep voice.
“Time to play,” it says.
I run to the door.
No!
It’s standing before me
In the hallway.
Arms reaching for me,
A gleam in its black eyes.
It can’t be.
But it is.
It’s alive.
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Three little witches by Emily F. Seirup
The Sisters of The Light
Kindered souls burning bright,
with laughter and delight
and youthful grins and cheeping chirps,
nimble fingers and baby toesies,
the cutest baby burps
and the sweetest button noseies.
“Haiiiah, ay ya, ay ya, namma amma mamma”,
the little one did sing,
“Ayala, which sandwiches did you bring?”
Ayala, the oldest so calm so wise
for only eleven,
said “I brought turkey, and seven.
They’re little finger sandwiches
all three of us can share”,
as she pushed back her long blonde hair.
“What did the angels say
when you talked to the turkey my sister,
was she a she or was he a mister?”
“Halaya he was a happy little turkey
in love with a goat,
of all the silly things the turkey could dote,
he loved his life and had plenty of friends,
a beautiful bird who met his fate
at this glorious end,
to feed us and nourish us Sisters us three,
for fate has chosen our webs hand in hand,
a happy at last I’d agree!”
“Did he laugh at the goat
and have good food to eat,
because it’s important to us
when we choose our meat,
as Mommy always says, the future depends,
on healing through bonds
that love always mends,
for with love and with light
we accept each other in unity alright.”
“That’s right Taokoya, we’re here to heal,
to come together in life and love at every meal.”
“Aayyyaa, Ayala Ayala”, Halaya squealed
as they rounded the bend before the field,
“and the fruit, their records of yield unsealed?
The fruit She grows so high and mighty
from our Mother Aphrodite,
the sun the light encased so bright
and packed so tight
in fruit that bursts my bubbles
in flavor with sugars that shines in doubles
and rainbows galore,
I could eat fruit forever more and never bore.”
“The angels cry for you
Sweet Halaya sister so dear”,
Taokoya said as the field was near,
“at forests end we can’t pretend
that our food doesn’t count
so much for what to we amount
as we prepared our lunch
and our somethings to munch
for this amazing brunch,
we thank the heavens for all we have received,
as we give and are grateful to be relieved
by the universe so grand so divinely vast,
we thank the future and forgive the past
for whatever happened last,
to move on and unite in harmony and peace,
for these bodies, this lifetime,
this being is on lease.”
A moment of silence between the three witches,
as they thank the universe
for their own personal niches,
they seek out their spot for their picnic
while skipping and laughing all the way,
these wise little witches who have learned
the calm but love to run jump and play!
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‘Bout Hallow’s Eve by P.J. Enzman
Who? Who? Who?
The owl calls for you.
As shadows creep and flowers weep,
The frost crawls on the morning dew.
BOO BOO BOO
The ghost calls for you!
The doors creak and hauntings seep
Into graveyards, through and through…
Eek! Eek! Eek!
The trees are gray and bleak.
The bats have flown and crows condone
The Trick-or-Treat stuck in their beaks!
Shriek, shriek, shriek!
The witches spells are tweaked.
Beware the sight of dark at night,
And witch’s crafty sneak.
Moan…Moan…Moan…
Remember you’re not alone.
Ghouls and zombies lurking-
Hear their dire tone.
Groan, groan, groan…
It chills you to the bone.
The leave are falling and winter’s calling,
to the grave or depths unknown.
Shout! Shout! Shout!
Make sure there is not doubt!
Your costume shows you’re not afraid,
You know what Halloween’s about!
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This is the fifth group of submissions. In the meantime there won’t be any more poems accepted. The jury will decide on the winners soon. Thank you for your patience.
A. J. Alexander
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Thank you very much for the re-blog Chris!
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Welcome, Aurora ❤
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Martha Sullivan… Wow.
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Wow, this is remarkable writing. 🙂
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I am honored and happy and howling at the moon to be here with these incredible Halloween poets. WOW – did we all have fun thanks to Aurora!!
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Thank you so much. I have fun too.
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