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Punkie Night – by Kyt Wright
They’d wander round with spectral light, dressed with intent to cause a fright and once did call it Punkie night,
You modern tricksters ready to receive sweet treats upon All Hallows Eve are mere erzatz witches, no spells to weave.
You go from house to house and door to door with no respect for pagan lore.
Days gone lantern-light there to protect with costumes hiding poor souls from fear that darkness might resurrect some goblin or fiend of foul aspect.
The bravest ventured into the night to banish spectre, ghoul or fearsome wight.
Yes Halloween has a darker mien, our old world had things best left unseen.
A Prelude to Trick-or-Treat – by Ellen L. Buikema
Running up and down the aisle
Pulling clothing off the rack
I find the Ninja Princess
Pushing metal cart on wheels
Singing loud at all who shop
People raise their eyes amused
Grabbing bags of mini bars
Paying at the register
Coins jingle in my pocket
Staring at bike and basket
Wishing for a vacuum pump
I should don the costume now
Smooshing poofs of fabric down
Flowing over handlebars
Luscious candy calls my name
Lightning bursts above my head
Stuffing goodies in my shirt
Chocolate melts at what degree?
Rushing home to beat the rain
Cascading water drenches
I look down and shake my head
Tearing off wet clothes inside
Trying to hold back my tears
I look about my closet
Hiding on a lower shelf
Smiling unexpected find
Eye patch and matching parrot
Gliding ‘cross the bedroom floor
Winking at the mirror bright
I am the ninja pirate
Halloween – by “AllThingsUncanny“
It’s finally Halloween
It’s that time to either cry or scream
It’s when scary creatures reign supreme
Monsters and goblins gobbling up ice cream
Mischievous witches holding their magic beans
On the black carpet glides the headless queen
Leprechauns dancing they call them the thirteen
The ghosts dance too but remain always unseen
Here comes the ghoul tapping on the tambourine
Look there little clowns jumping on the trampoline
It’s the time when vampires come out to scheme
Beasts, ogres, and humans mingling or so it seems
Someone threatens the wolverine with shaving cream
It’s finally Halloween
Make time to be part of a villain’s regime
Samhain’s Song – Etheree, Double Etheree, Etheree – by Colleen M. Chesebro
knowing the truth behind
the festival of Samhain—
where the ancestors arrive home
while we wear costumes to avoid harm
confounding the good souls from the evil.
thins, we see
remnants of long
lost ancestors and
the good neighbors who sing
hauntingly sweet songs of old.
For those who hear the fairies chant
countless men will agonize and wail,
all for the love of those dulcet sweet sounds.
The Samhain sun descends into the realm
of the underworld where death’s dark lord
no longer controlled by the sun,
walks on the earth unfettered.
Spirits of the long dead
saunter forth, searching
for weary souls
as red flames leap—
blessing a new year
for all pagans to keep.
While the sun’s journey across
the skies swallow up the bright light,
The lord of darkness reigns unsurpassed
until Beltane’s soft warmth brings back the sun.