4th Halloween Poem Contest – 2nd Group Of Submitted Poems —

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Halloween Humor – by Joelle Legendre (Floridaborne)

The cat rug lies, with squiggly tail
on concrete floor, with sharpened nail
quietly waiting to impale
the witless human walking by.
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Do not be fooled, his innocence
is but a ruse with ill intent,
for those not wary will lament
the loss of both their thighs.
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Do not presume you’ll walk away,
without a severed limb today
and if his mood is foul, he may
scratch out an errant eye.
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Of course, I jest — my cat is tame,
a Tiny Terror but in name,
who will not strike and make you lame…
unless you steal his food.

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A Spectre With No Knees – by Marjorie Mallon

I’ve always been a joker,
But now the joke’s on me,
Death made a fool of me,
Tra la la. Come along and see.

I chose to bike to school,
Each and every day,
Didn’t hear it coming,
‘cause I needed a wee.

My jokes were flattened,
Wheels crushed me on my bike,
Life wiped in an instant,
No more tee hee, hee.

So nothing to do,
But play this game instead,
Every wicked Halloween I follow,
So you’ll remember me.

I don’t need no costume,
No vampire cape, no broom,
I leave the costumiers crashing,
Lamenting like the tormented seas.

I’m a spectre with ease, mingling,
With the laughing living,
A cheeky trick-or-trick am I,
A giggling ghost who likes to tease,

There’s one girl who sees me,
She doesn’t tell a soul,
No one would likely listen,
To her pleading pleas,

I like her. You would too,
I need a friend who’s different,
But sort of same as me,
Kind of a touchy tearaway tease,

She’s a witch dressed in black,
Who brings a creepy cat,
Doesn’t own it, doesn’t matter,
Except for them fierce-some fleas.

‘Purr,’ says the cat, ‘ I’m brutal black,
Like boy’s heart too,
His used to be deep rich red,
Sturdy planted like the trees.’

‘Boo hoo,’ says me, the wraith,
Death has made me cruel,
Jealous, angry, wicked,
From here to where I have no knees.’

Which witch will live this Halloween?
Vampire. Cross the road, survive,
Demon. No one knows but me,
Wizard. Kills, Lives, You’ll see!

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Halloween Night With Fairy tales – by Sally Chowdhari

Little miss muffet was on her way,
To buy herself a little more whey.
The shop came close and all her stuff she got,
But instead of returning home she made a quick stop.

At the costume parlour on Halloween night,
Oh how she hated those spider guts,
To take revenge was absolutely right,
And scare him till he got a fright.

Ding dong the bell rang,
What can I get you, Belle sang.
A costume of a birdie in blue is all I ask,
It’s time to get even with my young friend on scare task.

Belle gave her a pearly smile and replied on,” How lovely”
Look we have the perfect thing for you,
Now you go give him a terrifying night,
And then turn him into a stew.

Yes that’s exactly what I am going to do,
Torture him so that he won’t trouble me again.

Tell me beauty how’s your beast,
You two together look so sweet.
Your fairytale is so divine,
And I wish it could be mine.

Hurt and anger clouded belle’s face,
And she went into another flashback of that phase.

Destiny turned him into a man,
But he become a jerk.
You know what!!
He left me for a princess of his worth.

And now I am stuck with Gaston as my hubby,
Who is obsessed with me,
And treats me like a maid,
Plus he makes me pick up his dirty socks and plates.

Oh my darling you deserve so much more,
It’s Halloween so why don’t you teach Beast a lesson.
You trick him, don’t treat him,
Go make him pay.
Destroy his beautiful rose garden,
Then see him go cray cray.

The two let out an evil laugh,
Thinking about the devious plan.
Somebody’s night was about to be wrecked,
And another’s revenge was about to be satisfied.

The rest I can’t tell, as it will affect the young children and make them yell.

While on the other part of the town…..
Somebody came across,
A girl and a wolf,
Who had been quite lost.

The girl grinned,
The wolf looked uneasy,
She took out a beautiful costume,
From a bag brought from Caprese.

Why…. oh why….
The wolf cried,
First you get me shot,
And then you turn me into a baby bot.

Little Miss Riding Hood moved the pram forward,
And the next house she reached,
Belonged to a pretty maiden,
“Trick or treat”, Little Missy shouted.
Out came Cinderella wearing slippers made of chocolate.

I see you have got a big pumpkin tonight,
But don’t you think it should be carved, right?

Well you see,
Cindy sighed,
I picked out the biggest pumpkin from the pumpkin patch,
But with it I got Peter’s woman attached,
She threatned she would Sue me,
If I even cut a slice,
So instead I painted a warning on it….
‘That a monster lives inside’.

Cindy laughed,
Little Missy giggled,
While the wolf cried out in pain,
Therefore a slap on the face is all he got,
As he continued to howl in vain.

The fairytale town was in a lot of mess,
People going mad dressed in red.
The chaos started with just on spark,
By Little Miss Muffet who used to be a sweetheart.

This was a story of our young characters,
Who seem to be enjoying their day from the start.

So my dear little reader,
Now listen to me tight….
They are your sweets and don’t you divide,
Cause Halloween is all about ‘No rules applied’.

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Samhain comes – by Jane Dougherty

Dark times are coming on this balmy breath
Of south wind blowing, and the days are brief.
I hear their songs of cold and winter death,
Of weeping with the black despair of grief.
The trees that bow bedraggled by the gale
Roar with the voice of distant oceans dark.
Is that an owl or some lost soul’s last wail,
Laughter I hear or only fox’s bark?
The time is coming when the earth will tip
Into the darkness of cold winter’s reign,
And shadows longing to return will rip
The veils that keep them from our world of pain.
Come softly, candle beckons in the night,
To ease your loneliness in golden light.

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