4th Halloween Poem Contest – 6th And Last Group Of Submitted Poems —

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Please respect each authors’ and poets’ copyright. The rights remain with the writers. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without expressed and written permission from each of the poems author’s is strictly prohibited and violates copyright laws in the country you are reading this work in as well as in the country you are trying to re-publish this work in. – Aurora Jean Alexander


All Hallows Eve – By Bobby Fairfield

From beneath the earth a sound appears.
like the sound of finger’s frantic movement,
confined under the ground for countless years
rest the souls of those in endless torment.
On one special day on the midnight chime
their spirits are released from death’s dark hold
they may rise again for one last time
and wreak their vengeance on all they behold.
The putrid bodies stripped of flesh and hair
their bones bleached white by cold, dank soil
as they lie shrouded in wood coffins bare
trailing mildewed ribbons of skin like oil.
For just one night their souls are free
then condemned to rest for eternity


THE CURSE OF NIGHT – By M.A. Cortez

Upstairs while my family slept
I left my room alone
Down the creaky stairs I crept
facing the unknown

Terror hugged my narrow neck
Then from the dark I feared
two red eyes, And from a speck
A vampire appeared

“Midnight hour is my divine
so heed these words I say
Disobey and you’ll be mine
before the light of day

Go now out this cursed night
and find for me a friend
Do it now and do it right
or it will be your end”

Quietly I slipped away
A thirst for blood seduced
Would I live to see the day
mortality reduced?

Moon’s glow lit my lonely path
on this All Hallows Eve
Dare I chance my master’s wrath
or would I find reprieve?

Hungrily I searched the town
but found the world asleep
On my return, he took me down
Down
Down
To my forever sleep.


 

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“FANGS” – By Larry Sells


This Halloween Poem is published on behalf of Larry sells and is not part of the Halloween Poem Contest, since Larry has already participated with another poem. But I like it very much and couldn’t resist to publish it with Larry’s permission. (Please be kind and respect Larry’s copyright!)


FANGS

The wind bites flesh with invisible fangs.
Blood flows making vampires hungry. They
Swope on their human prey sinking their
long fangs into their bare throats. Adults
and children scream their fear as they die
on the streets and sidewalks. The werewolves
won’t be denied, for they smell the blood flowing
from the victims onto the ground. A multitude
of howls fills the night announcing the arrival
of the werewolves. The crunching of bones
and the sounds of lapping of blood
from the streets, sidewalks, and grounds spread fear
among the people who were handing out candy
away from the doors and windows. They called the police
and watch their heroes eaten before their eyes. Blood soaked
torn uniforms littered the streets. Tears fill candy bowls
as hope dissolves as vampires and werewolves enter homes
to quench their growing appetite. Then, the moon turns
the color of silver announcing the end of the slaughter.
A black hole opens taking all of the werewolves and vampires.
The bodies turn to ashes and the wind blows them away.


Thank you very much to the poet, Larry Sells.

A Breakfast Meeting With No Meeting

Technological progress and development is faster than the development of humankin. Seriously. By the time a baby is received, carried and delivered the latest i-Pad is already outdated.

I don’t mind progress and development. I’m very much someone who tries to keep up with it as good as possible, without getting lost, drowned, addicted or dependent on that very same technology.

To me, social contact is still an important thing to survive. I heard, others say the same thing, but what I see occasionally, really belongs to the most awkward things I’ve seen in a long time.

Today, for example. Thank Heavens I’m in a good mood, which means, I didn’t get up to tell them exactly what I had been seeing by watching them. I only watched, asked myself if two smileheads like these should actually be permitted to spread their genes, and smirked – like I always do.

I saw these two men (both in brown shoes)… meeting at the Panera Coffeehouse in Madison October 30, 2018. They get coffee and a sandwich each and seem pleased to meet for this ‘breakfast meeting’.

While the one in the blue jacket picks up the sandwiches, the man in the white shirt hangs on the cell phone, apparently flirting into the phone.

As soon as he hangs up, the man in the blue jacket gets a call and the man in the white shirt wolfs down his sandwich, and I’m talking about literally inhaling it with two, maximum three bites. The man in the blue jackets ends his call and the man in the white shirt makes a phone call while the ‘Blue Jacket’ almost ‘drinks’ his own Sandwich.

Finally, the meeting can start. The ‘White Shirt’ pulls out an outdated iPad and starts demonstrating, where the tablet falls down twice, once onto the table, once onto the floor. – So… extremely PROFESSIONAL!!

During that ‘meeting’, both men get or make additional calls. At the end, they decide, it was a good meeting, after the “Blue Jacket’ was on the phone six times and the ‘White Shirt’ four times, each of them ran off the table at least twice.

Now they’re sitting here, at the next table, each of them staring into his own tablet or typing on the phone. On of them has his feet on the chair next to him. They really are rude!

Yes, that pic below is them. (Of course, I’m a very discrete person and according to the law I had to make sure the faces of all guests are hidden and unrecognizable. But it’s going to be Halloween tomorrow, what am I supposed to do?) ROFL

I have watched people before: you know, people who really spiritually and intellectually were actually using up the entire available capacity of their brains and manners. But these two really were the new Tuesday knuckleheads.

Enjoy a wonderful day!

4th Halloween Poem Contest – 5th Group Of Submitted Poems —


Please respect each authors’ and poets’ copyright. The rights remain with the writers. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without expressed and written permission from each of the poems author’s is strictly prohibited and violates copyright laws in the country you are reading this work in as well as in the country you are trying to re-publish this work in. – Aurora Jean Alexander


Halloween Poem – by Johnny Ojanpera

On this night, a century past
We rode home from harvest
As if the crisp air was ours
To breathe in like the stars

My belly did tingle and turn
At the sight of the village
As we approached home
It seemed to be moved

I clenched my eyes tight
To blink out the shocking
A sight like horror stories
My cabin was surely gone

We rode around the back
Behind the drooping tree
On the edge of my fields
Just to be certain of this

The stable stood emptied
No horse or chicken left
Puzzled with fear, I ride
To old man Harold’s home

A single candle burned
Common room desserted
So I dismounted and thought
What spell has been cast?


Ghosts In The Attic – by Lisa Reynolds

The ghosts were residents
in the attic of
Grandma Murray’s house
for years.
Each Halloween she
would go and party
with the ghosts,
knew all their names,
met the new residents
over drinks and toffee apples
each year.

Halloween 2018 arrived
and Grandma Murray
joined the ghosts in the attic
permanently.
She wasn’t nervous when the time came,
her best friend ghost Geraldine held her
fragile, frail bones and helped her
descend from her body
up to the attic.
This year they continue
to dance, drink and be happily spooky
together.
The ghosts in the attic,
friends in death.


Happy Halloween – by Billy Campbell

A night for goblins
ghosts and ghouls
When monsters and boogeymen
forego all the rules
.
Leaving their closets
and underneath beds
Walking the streets
as living dead
.
Wizards and fairies
the creatures of lore
Dark shadows approaching
to knock on your door
.
Witches and vampires
walk hand in hand
Spreading their terror
across the land
.
Laughter of children
playing a part
on an evening of horror
that touches the heart
.
Never quite knowing
who you might meet
in the joyful shouts
of Trick or Treat
.
It’s not the small demons
or zombies we fear
It’s when they grow up
we all shed a tear

Feast of Treats – by Jennifer Collins

The children are coming!
The children are coming!
Hurry and grab one before they start running!
It’s Halloween and the witches are watching and are waiting for something!
The tables are ready and the cauldrons are bubbling!
One, two, three…I’m a monster ready to eat!
Four, five, six…kids want treats but we’ve got tricks!
We’ll have Frogmore stew and witches brew, mini meat pies and boiled eyes too!!!
Pumpkin puffs, and marshmallow mush, lady fingers and little tarts too!
But the best part of all is that our main dish is YOU!!
One, two, three…I’m a monster ready to eat!
Hurry up kids!
I’ve got your tricks you’ll be my treat!

4th Halloween Poem Contest – 1 Day Left – Hurry Up!

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Deadline for the contest is

October 31, 2017 – 9 pm Central Standard Time

Hurry up!

Every author and poet are invited to participate and deliver a “Halloween-Poem” to my email address:

aurorajean.alexander@aol.com

together with their picture and a link to their website, a social media account or blog

  1. Your poem needs a Halloween theme.
  2. Your poem needs a minimum of 99 words.
  3. Your poem has to be delivered to my email address between October 10 and Halloween, October 31, 2018, 9 pm Central Standard Time.
  4. Your poem has to be delivered together with your picture and a link to your blog/page.
  5. Please avoid violence, bad language, and sexual content within the poems. It would be disqualified.

Thank you very much for participating and making it very hard for the jury to decide on the winners!

4th Halloween Poem Contest – 4th Group Of Submitted Poems —

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Please respect each authors’ and poets’ copyright. The rights remain with the writers. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without expressed and written permission from each of the poems author’s is strictly prohibited and violates copyright laws in the country you are reading this work in as well as in the country you are trying to re-publish this work in. – Aurora Jean Alexander


skeleton dance – by Jasmin T.
the lights in the lab-come
on one two three
Mr. Skeleton shuffles-bows
elegantly-I
do not want tricks
nor treats, she says
Mr. Skeleton does not retreat
music starts-skips
stops and starts again
Mr. Skeleton
dips as moonlight dips
holds his arms like
window panes-framing
his partner as he
shuffles whirls
slow tornado circles
that song-in
her ear she-travels
slips off her shoes
curls her toes
puts her picture
in his frame-she
dances one two three
one two three-doesn’t
mind feeling lonely
as long as the dance
goes on
her eyes close-she
hears the clatter
opens-finds bones
silent again
again

Halloween Poem – by Bruce Louis Dodson

It’s strange about humans
At this time of year
It’s supposed to be scary
But I have no fear
The days of the month do not matter to me
But sometimes it’s strange
The odd things that I see.
Like this thing on the floor
And what’s on the TV
It’s orange and it’s huge
Almost bigger than me.

I don’t have a clue as to why is it here
The same things appear
At the same time each year
Whatever it’s good for is far beyond me
In a couple more months they will bring in a tree.


While Mama Slept – By Elizabeth Jacobson

Oh Halloween! Halloween!
When souls roam no longer unseen
The night of All Hallows Eve
See the dead we grieve
Come home come home
Spend a moment before you roam
Set at the table’s head
A moment we mingle with the dead
With lantern soul lights
Softly quell the fright
No need for vengeance
Just a moment of transience
Staring deeply at the flame
and start the divination game
Look away and back in the mirror
to catch a glimpse of the future
just a little clearer
Teach the children Allhallowtide
To pray for those for whom we’ve cried –those who’ve died
The night of Summer’s end
One last goodbye before they once again descend

Moon Delight – by Larry Sells

Full moon smiles at night
waiting for us to go to sleep
so, he can bare his fangs and
sink them into our necks for
a red liquid meal. We die
a dry fleshly shell. A shell
people cry over and place
into the ground. Their tears
water the plants, which grow.pas
Four faces of the moon attract
his victims. During harvest
season when the vampires, werewolves,
and humans hunt for meat and blood.
Moon gorges itself until it grows
into a huge full moon, which turns dark red.
Harvest Moon, blood moon comes around Halloween
when spirits and other monsters can gather blood
for the full moon, so it can get full
enough to reach Harvest Moon, when the moon becomes full
of blood from people who sleeping or past out fangs
enter the neck either way. The full moon feeds without noise.
The moon rests on the new moon
so, it can feed again on the full moon.