4th Halloween Poem Contest – 2nd 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


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.
.
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.
.
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.
.
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.


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!


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’.


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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…Authors… there’s NUTHIN like a good killin’…

Let’s hear what Master Seumas Gallacher has to say to a good killing! Thank you for a great blog post, Seumas!

Seumas Gallacher

…we Scots are supposedly derived from martial tribes… we can even put our accent to battle when required… especially the Docklands Govan, Glasgow version… but underneath, we are truly a gentle race…  once, as a young lad of eight years, I inadvertently killed a small vole on a farm near where the family was on holiday… and I cried over that for most of that day… the Braveheart image portrayed as the norm for we Celts is true when we are riled, but in our restive state, peace reigns supreme… comes now my emergence as a writer of crime fiction… and all sorts of savagery pokes its head out… …at the last count in my Jack Calderseries, I reckon upward of a couple of dozen characters have met their various demises, ghastly and otherwise… as an aside, I am constantly amazed at the ingenuity employed by fellow scribes who…

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4th Halloween Poem Contest – 1st Group Of Submitted Poems —

Picture courtesy of: http://preventioncdnndg.org/

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


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

Glad
children
prepare for
Trick-or-Treat fun,
never really
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.

As
the Veil
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
to possess.
Stay safe
now.

Our
bonfires,
lit ablaze,
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.

…Authors… how my ‘Jack Calder’ character developed…

Seumas Gallacher talks about the development of his character Jack Calder. An interesting and fascinating read of a very gifted author. Thank you, Master Seumas!

Seumas Gallacher

…ten  years ago, Master Gallacher had a faint notion to ‘write that book’ we all supposedly have in us… frankly, it was never intended to roll on into more than that initial novel, THE VIOLIN MAN’S LEGACY… the Jack Calder crime thriller series now has segued into five titles on Auntie Amazon Kindle, with a sixth as Work In Progress, and with an aggregate of more than 100,000 copies downloaded to date (gazillion thanks, you wunnerful, supportive readers!)… given that stretch of time, I can look back on how the various stages of development of JackCalder’scharacter have evolved… it may be of interest to some of my fellow-scribblers as they trudge the same happy path to literary destiny…

PHASE ONE : The faint idea of a male character forms in my wee grey cells… NUTHIN more than that… a big guy, ‘coz he’s former SAS… a…

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4th Halloween-Poem Contest – Jury introduction – and Start Up

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JURY:

I am honored to announce that the following authors have agreed to participate as judges in the jury who will decide on the winners of the contest:

Author Kathryn Jenkins
Author Jan Marie
Author A. J. Alexander

Thank you, authors, for your effort to be part of this contest!

There will be three winners in the 4th Halloween poem contest. Each of them is free to choose from the following prizes:

E-Books-set of “A Father’s Protection” and “An Elf, A Dragon And a God’s Intervention“, written by K. M. Jenkins
E-book of “Angelic Confessions” written by Jan Marie
E-books-set of “Journey to Aviad” and “Ancient Voices: Into The Depths” written by Allison D.  Reid

I’m very grateful for these excellent authors to offer one or two of their books as a prize in this contest. Thank you!

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START UP!! OCTOBER 10, 2018

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 and/or blog.

There are a few rules to follow:

  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.

Every poem that meets the rules and is delivered within the deadline will be published here on “Writer’s Treasure Chest” together with the provided picture and link.

The contest starts October 10, 2018 06.00 am and ends October 31, 2018 09.00 pm Central Standard Time!!

Please, deliver your poem and your picture to my email address within this time frame, neither earlier, nor later. Poems arriving outside these 3 weeks will be disqualified.

aurorajean.alexander@aol.com

We’re looking forward to your poems! Write away, ladies and gentlemen, we are ready!

A. J. Alexander

…Authors, fear not, the ‘business’ of story-telling is limitless…

Master Seumas Gallacher shares his opinion about limitless story telling. Thank you very much for all you teach us, Seumas! We appreciate it and we know you’re a gem!

Seumas Gallacher

…the phrase, ‘there are only seven story plots’ is an old chestnut, averred by alleged ‘literary’pundits over the years… I’m not convinced, but my take on it is a bit broader… even if the assumption of the surreptitious, silvery, slippery seven is correct… how does it explain the millions of books, novels and stories that have filled our libraries and bookshops for the past coupla thousand years?… p’raps the not-so-secret clue is in the actual ‘telling’ of the story… ask any theatre performer what differentiates a great performance from a merely good performance, and they will say “it’s in the ‘business’ on stage”… in other WURDS, “it’s the way they tell ’em”… such it is with any great book…

…granted, there are those authors whose use of vocabulary is outstanding, but even the simplest unfolding of a narrative can contain that magical element that glues readers’…

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…you keep great literature alive by giving it away… – Written By Seumas Gallacher

Master Seumas Gallacher talks about books and how to give them away (not throwing them out!) and shows how generous a character he is!


…a quick tally of books inhabiting my small cabinet/converted bookcase will not tax emb’dy’s counting abilities… I have a sum total of only approximately 120 books… an eclectic assortment of mostly fiction, and a smattering of nonfiction… some of the greatest writers’ opus productions (Steinbeck, Dickens, O’Hara, Ruark, Conan Doyle, Solzhenitsyn, Churchill) sit comfortably alongside two Oxford Dictionaries (yeez can never have enuff WURDS), some author-signed copies of writers whose scribblings I admire, a bible, a copy of the Quran, some ad hoc compilations of humorous and other quotations, a few treasured over-a century-old Gaelic poetry and prose collections, and of course, my own Jack Calder crime thrillers…

 

To continue reading Seumas’ blog post, click here:

You keep great literature alive by giving it away