5th Halloween Poem Contest – 1st 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


The Hunt…

By

Christopher Graham

It was Halloween night, the full moon was bright,
why did you choose the witching hour
to explore this old house, where not even a mouse,
would eat any food, it would be sour.

Then a spooky sound, echoes around.
Claws, clickety, clacking on the floor.
You look all about, and know without doubt.
They’re coming from just outside the door.

Suddenly … silence … there can be no more pretence.
You know, that they know, where you are.
The window is open, but is that just a token?
Are there others waiting by your car?

The choice is stark, to go out in the dark,
and take the chance it’s all clear.
The handle starts turning, your stomach is churning,
Is it one, or two, or all … Oh Dear.

No time to plead, you must take the lead,
through the window and drop to the ground.
Get onto your feet, run fast and fleet,
over the hedge you bound.

Use all your cunning and keep on running,
The river is near, flowing water they won’t cross.
You reach the bank, the water smells rank.
Time to swim like a Boss.

You gasp and wallow, find the river is shallow,
so you splash to the other side.
Climb out, look about,
there must be somewhere to hide.

The moon is still high, no clouds in the sky,
There’s a light you can see up ahead.
Safety at last? Is the danger passed?
But then, to your uttermost dread.

Howling has started, you feel faint hearted.
They’d found a bridge and had crossed.
To the light you race, without trying for grace.
Then suddenly, the light is lost.

You sink to your knees, your breathing a wheeze.
They found you lying prostrate.
Their fangs were bare, as they grin and stare.
“Good game Mistress, really first rate.”

Your three dogs leap about, as if to shout,
”We won again, fair and square”
Without further ado, with some barks and a BOO,
all head for home, they for treats, you to have a shower.


You Glow

by

Sleeping In Bed With Jumpers On

Whispered to me, on the holy Wiccan hour.
Fool’s searching answers from the Page of swords. The crucible in his poison-lips. My hands turn cold.
Poised for the lovers to show me the mystic.
Eyes so sad, desperate for the eternal witness.
He tasted of a street corner- malice curiosity,
birthed with the caul, with foresight he led.
My body performing for him. He will never want me deeper.
Drink my offering – pray in threes: have me, have me, have me.
Tongs dance with serpents in figure eights.
Hands nailed open, from the past I asked for.
Fingernails chewed to the wick- a warning of fouls profits.
Blistered saws- snubbed out black candlesticks.
He tore away flesh as I fastened my grip.
Powdered salt lips- gently playing to contort.
Bulling out the needle, not thinking of the scare.
Obscurity startled the black ally cat.
Talking in tongs of a lover that meant more.
Standing mute. Under the harvest full moon.
Inspecting my entrails for answers to leave.
I gave thanks to the sacrifice that tended my needs.
The body crumbled, as he revealed his true vengeance.
The spell, broken. I saw behind the seven veils.
This creature of the night. Christened by spite.
Hands over eyes- I was left dancing in crop circles.


Halloween Poem

by

Catherine Ross

On one hallows eve
The text said meet me
In the graveyard
By the guards
Of the iron gate.

It said there’ll be a date.
Though I must say
It was weird in a way
My Vampiric sensors alarmed
I’m not easily charmed.

My sarcophagus quietly opened
I went into the unknowing
The full moon showed the dirt trail
Found the gate without fail
Arrows led me to a stone.

Its familiar name glowed.
The one from the text,
Now had me perplexed.
The dirt began to move,
“Hello, my love, do you approve?”

I felt a pain in my right arm
My blood had been farmed
She and I had become one
“My love, what have you done?
For it cannot be reversed.”

“You are forever cursed.”
“We’ll be together forever,” she exclaimed.
I should feel ashamed
“My love, together forever it will be.”
On one hallows eve.


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October 31st

by

James Gaynor

 

Once you open the door
it can be hard to tell
under feathers and masks
swan from princess
prince from frog
because so often
they are both

The bedsheet ghosts
can be bribed to go haunt
the neighbors but
once the door is open
your own phantoms appear
an invisible few
you know who

They won’t go away and
never stop talking about
what should have been different
despite now knowing it all
could only have been what it was
which is why they’re dead
and you’re not

And that’s life
once you open the door


 

5th Halloween Poem Contest – Start!

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It’s

October 10, 2018

1st Day of the 5th Halloween Poem Contest, here on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’.

It has started!
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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:

  • Your poem needs a Halloween theme.
  • Your poem needs a minimum of 99 words.
  • Your poem has to be delivered to my email address between October 10 and Halloween, October 31, 2019, at 9 pm Pacific Time.
  • Your poem has to be delivered together with your picture and a link to your blog/page.
  • 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, 2019 06.00 am and ends October 31, 2019 09.00 pm Pacific 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

5th 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 Raymond Walker
Author Sherry Perkins
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:

Signed Paperbacks with a T-Shirt of Hiding from the Light  – OR – Winter’s Ghost – OR –  The Painting written by Raymond Walker
E-book of A Horse by Any Other Name: A Doctor Butterbaugh Mystery  – OR – E-book of A Girl and Her Dog: A Short Story – OR –  At the End of the Rainbow – OR –  What you wished for,  written by Sherry Perkins
E-book of “Soul Taker” – OR – “Sundance‘ written by Aurora Jean Alexander

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

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STARTUP!! OCTOBER 10, 2019

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:

  • Your poem needs a Halloween theme.
  • Your poem needs a minimum of 99 words.
  • Your poem has to be delivered to my email address between October 10 and Halloween, October 31, 2019, 9 pm Central Standard Time.
  • Your poem has to be delivered together with your picture and a link to your blog/page.
  • 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, 2019, 06.00 am and ends October 31, 2019, 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

5th Halloween-Poem Contest

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It is a great pleasure for me to announce the
5th Halloween-Poem Contest
on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’.
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Every author, poet, and reader is 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 blog/page.

There are a few rules to follow:

  • Your poem needs a Halloween theme.
  • Your poem needs a minimum of 99 words.
  • Your poem has to be delivered to my email address between October 10 and Halloween, October 31, 2019, 9 pm  Pacific Time.
  • Your poem has to be delivered together with your picture and a link to your blog/page.

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.

End of this month I will introduce this year’s jury members to you. I am very proud that these authors agreed to be part of our contest.

The contest starts October 10, 2019 06.00 am and ends October 31, 2019 09.00 pm Pacific 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!
A. J. Alexander

Author Spotlight – Ann Chiappetta

Welcome!

1. When did you start writing?
I began writing as soon as I could read. I drew picture books first, then a diary, and wrote stories with other friends.

2. What motivates you to write?
I am motivated by a creative desire; I used to draw and center my creativity visually. After I lost my sight, I learned to focus on literary creativity.

3. What genre do you write in and what made you chose this particular genre?
I am a poet first; however, I write fiction and nonfiction, too. Writing short stories and essays challenge me the most. I am drawn to writing about the human condition and emotions.

4. What is your goal in writing? Do you have dreams where your writing should take you?
My goal since the printing of my first book in 2016 is to self-publish one book every two years, more frequently, if possible. I am very happy about being able to finally accomplish this goal. When I was younger and struggling with creating good writing, I never thought my words would ever be printed. Over time, as my work was included in journals and other magazines, I realized my dream would come true one day as long as I worked hard enough to achieve it.

5. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block and if yes, how do you deal with it?
Yes, I sometimes suffer from a form of it. For me, it is more like I have exhausted myself with a piece of writing and just need to set it on the back burner and allow it to percolate. I haven’t ever had a complete paralyzing form of writer’s block, though — I still write email, reviews, and other projects to keep this from happening. The muscle won’t shrink or cramp if it is stretched and used.

6. What advice would you like to give new, hopeful authors?
Read, write, then read and write some more. The writing muscle has to be developed over time and the investment of practice will pay off as long as the writer is consistent and purposeful. Only the lucky few actually land a traditional book deal. If you write well, have a great literary support system and dedicate yourself to improving the craft, people will notice and read your work. I save each and every email from folks who have read my books and send a note. This is what I love the most, those sincere and meaningful notes from readers.

Thank you for being my guest, Ann. It was a pleasure having you here.


Connect with Ann:

Email: anniecms64@gmail.com
Website: http://www.dldbooks.com/annchiappetta/
Blog: http://www.thought-wheel.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/annie.chiappetta
Twitter: AnnieDungarees


Ann’s Books:

WORDS OF LIFE: POEMS AND ESSAYS
C 2019 by Ann Chiappetta

Buyer’s link: Amazon

About the Book

In this new collection of poems, essays, and flash fiction, the author once again exhibits her ability to write about both the light and dark sides of life. There are numerous poems and stories about nature: its kindness, cruelty, and wonder. There are frank expressions of the sadness and frustration she felt at the progressive loss of her eyesight and a poem about the social isolation that disability can bring. Other pieces, though, sing of joys as diverse as family closeness, the love of dogs, the delights of scents, and the power of the muse. Just as in her first volume of poetry, Upwelling: Poems (2016), there is no fluff here. To read Ann Chiappetta’s works is to feel them deeply, appreciate them mightily, and remember them forever.

From the Introduction

While it is my hope that all the pieces in this book resonate with my readers, I have my favorites. Some of the poems have been previously published; all reflect what lies within. This volume is accented with a few photographs. As I lose the last vestiges of my vision, bringing a meaningful visual array to this collection seems imperative. Finally, dear reader, I want to share the prose that reflects the way I’ve lived my creative life.

If just one poem or essay resonates with you, I have accomplished the purpose. For a moment, as the eye reads and the brain interprets, the reader slips into the shoes of the writer. This is the true spirit of what it means to be creative, open, to offer the emotions in such a way as to give another person the opportunity to appreciate the writer’s experience with the words of life.

 

Upwelling: Poems (2016)

Buyer’s link: Amazon

 

 

 

 

 

Follow Your Dog: A Story of Love and Trust (2017)

Buyer’s link: Amazon

 

Thanksgiving Poem By Larry Sells

Larry Sells, one of the participants in this year’s Halloween Poem contest, has provided us with a wonderful Thanksgiving poem. I decided to publish it here on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ as a guest post. Thank you very much, Larry.


Family Gathering
Food on the table.
Words of love enter hearts.
Hugs give support.
Tears of joy are wiped
off with love. Families
grow and get smaller.
Love becomes a tradition.
Love is more important
than what’s on the table.
The hugs, kisses, warm people’s
hearts and souls. Gratitude gets shared.
Peace joins us all; one person at a time.


Connect with Larry Sells:

http://www.larrysells1960.com/

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 – 3rd 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


PUMPKIN AND YEW PIE – BY STEVIE TURNER

A rustling of the yew in October’s breeze,
While over her grave it sheds a few leaves.
They rot in the soil with what’s left of her corpse,
Rain drenches the ground where once she had walked.
Burned at the stake in seventeen-o-two,
Jane looks down from the top of the yew.
She wasn’t a witch, and it wasn’t a trick,
She’d learned from her mother how to heal the sick.
Potions, plants, leaves and herbs,
She’d known of their use since she was a girl.
Jane looks to the left at her father’s grave,
After eating the yew leaves nothing could save
An evil man from his just desserts,
She’d felt so relieved as her handful of dirt
Mixed in with her mother’s and banished the hurt.
But as the flames did engulf Jane’s red hair,
The ghost of her father was standing there.
“Like me, in hell you will reside,
I’ll be waiting for you on the other side”.


Is it Time? – by Amy Caudill

Plastic skeletons of varied size,
Pumpkins of sundry hue, with permanent artificial grins
And lights in their eyes,
Rubber bats on string and flocked ravens perching,
Tinsel cats and wired-sheeted ghosts all implore-
Is it time to come out and play?

Little monsters of every style,
Fairy princesses bedecked in their finest and pirates
Clutching fake swords,
Movie heroes and villains poised for action,
Pint-sized demons and Jedi together plead-
Is today the day?

Werewolves prowling under the moon,
Ghouls howling in the attic and goblins
Lurking under bridges,
Vampires slinking in the shadows and
Boogeymen hiding underneath the bed all beseech-
Is it Halloween yet?


In the Haunted House – by V. M. Sang

The wind it blows cold.
Like ice down my back.
I try to be bold,
But courage I lack.
In the haunted house.

It seemed such a lark
When we set off tonight.
But now it’s gone dark
And we shiver with fright
In the haunted house.

Jane said. ‘We’ll have fun
On Hallowe’en night.’
But when solw footsteps come
She screams out in fright
In the haunted house.

‘Let’s take candles, said Pete.
More authentic for light.
And something to eat
If we’re staying all night
In the haunted house.’

Jack thinks it’s a game
Till the candles blow out.
Not one single flame.
He gave a loud shout
In the haunted house.

The temperature sinks.
‘That means ghosts are here,’
Said Pete, who still thinks
There’s nothing to fear
In the haunted house.

The door starts to creak.
It opens so slow.
Our knees feel so weak.
I wish we could go
From the haunted house.

But nothing is there
As we huddle in fear.
Not one of us dare
To get up and peer
In the haunted house.

All night there are groans.
We hear footsteps, we swear,
And the rattle of bones.
Something is there
In the haunted house.

We laugh at our fear
As we make our way home.
In daylight it’s clear
No spirits do roam
In the haunted house.

The noises we heard?
just the sounds of a house
Cooling down, and a bird
Not one single ghost
In the haunted house.


All Hallow’s Eve – by Jade Altair

Carrion feeders flying at bay
Ravens sitting at my door
A pumpkin carved might just may
Show everyone who all this is for

The evening twilights falls upon
all the demons, monsters, more
The moon highlights more down on
The unicorns, fairies, more

Scare or help, trick or treat
Everything begs duality
And as each person comes to meet
Their design shows a mentality

Into darkness we all go
Light the candle, burn the sage
And at the end of our show
We will then see what remains

Let the silky cat come to feed
Let the ravens begin to soar
Let us celebrate and take heed
Of older Hallow’s Eve lore

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.


 

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

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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

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.