Nightmare at Walmart by Kim Solem
Forget a haunted house
Or an old cemetery
I know of a place
That’s far more scary
Want a real fright?
Visit a Wal-Mart
On this coming
Halloween night
There you’ll find
Lots of creatures
That desire to do
Bad things to me
And horrible ghastly
Things to you
Like ghosts and ghouls
And wicked witches
Behind the counter
At Customer Service
Don’t have a receipt?
You best be nervous
That hag with unkempt hair
Is nasty and vicious
You also need beware
Of rabid werewolves
Lurking in housewares
Not even vampires
Armed with silverware
Dare venture there
And in the pharmacy
Crazed Psycho Suzies
And strung out zombies
Hyped up on Sam’s Candy
Will make you score them
Some chemical therapy
Worst place to stay away
Is the games and toys section
Where insane killer clowns
Wait for unsuspecting children
So unless you want to
Witness the disturbing
Hear the bloodcurdling
And observe the unnerving
Best not do any shopping
At Wal-Mart on All Hallows’ Eve
Or you’ll see things disconcerting
Troubling unsettling and distressing
Things no one else will ever believe
And in fitful slumber turbulent
You’ll forever be cursed
With terrible haunting dreams
That can never be thwart
Of your Halloween nightmare
At Wal-Mart after dark
Things That Go In The Night an old crone recollects…. by Kat Everitt
there are things that go bump in the night
leave then an never come home
o, they are illusions and delusions
they are denials and projections
shadow hands on shadow walls
an yes, there was that spider
it went into a crack that wasn’t there
when I went after it with the kleenex
an there was the panther named Bill
from my childhood who was a poem
of his very own an a friend of the
niece of the emperor of China – sure,
I was scared when he was right there
by the chicken coup o, all the little ladies
were clucking their heads off an feathers
were flying but yes, gone, he was gone
by the time I loaded Dad’s rifle and Dad
came down stairs an said what in the hey
are you doin’ down here, Sissy? and I
was not sure. o then, I ate too many of
them kitkats an kisses an candy corns an
snicker bars an’ three musketeers yep, all
my favorites an’ my costume got all ripped
an’ stinky with sweat an’ sticky with candy
but, o my, it was Hallow’s Eve, child, an’
I was a young un like you here, an it was
all for fun ‘cept Brother got spanked for
toilet paperin’ Mrs. Brighton’s trees, well,
‘cept for that, o, we used to have big huge
scares, and lots of fun, an magic, yes, child,
I did and I do, believe in Magic.
why, don’t you, child? don’t you?….
The Beauty of Halloween’s Ugly Side by Chimezie Ihekuna
It was a special good evening…
I was about to enter the right of wining…
So I engaged my mind in deep thinking…
The inspiration led me to singing:
‘’Though I thought she was near
Decorated pumpkins she wear
“Jack-o-Lanterns!” she hear
Her scary face not mere
Playing tricks she spare
Her horror brings fear
Lighted bonfires she dare
Her costume colors the white bear
At night, the vampire in her is brought to bear
Her Ghost travels in time’s fare
Her witch-wizard identity she pair
This is seen from her two-eye rear’
She’s beautiful when her ugly side is seen, my dear!’’
‘You sang well about me’ a voice whispered
‘Me?’ I wondered, looking around the place to find the whisperer
‘It’s me… The Beauty…that has its shades of ugliness’ replied the voice
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I asked, looking confused
‘Though what makes the Hallo in me makes you Win’ it responded, a bit louder
‘I’m your companion for the day…Halloween!’
(The Voice Disappeared)
‘Oh, it’s Halloween!’ I consciously remembered
‘Now I know why I must win’
Later that evening…
I deliberately made The beauty of the shades of ugliness my companion…
By simply appreciating Halloween’s Conviction.
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