Check out Yecheilyah’s 3rd Annual Poetry Contest 2019!
It’s that time of the year again!!!
Submissions Accepted
Now – August 1, 2019
Winners Announced:
Friday, November 1, 2019.
Theme:
The purpose of this year’s theme is to use words that empower and inspire us to be the best version of ourselves. We talked about Self-Love last year and now it’s time we spoke it into existence and live it through our actions.
Choose any one of these words to dedicate your poem to.
Today I’m writing representing the Jury of the 4th Halloween Poem Contest 2018.
The winners of the contest are:
Collen M. Chesebro with “Samhain’s Song – Etheree, Double Etheree, Etheree”
Billy Campbell with “Happy Halloween”
M. A. Cortez with “The Curse Of Night”
(The winners are listed in order of their submissions)
Thank you so much for your amazing poems, winners! You will get an email today.
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Our three winners of the contest can choose one of the offered e-books.
It was a difficult decision for the jury. But we had a lot of fun and wanted to thank all poets for their wonderful poems.
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Thank you, K. M. Jenkins and Jan Marie for their jury work and offering one of their books to the winners – and of course to Allison D. Reid who offered her books to pick from as well. I appreciate your help and support!
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 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.
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
It’s strange about humans
At this time of year
It’s supposed to be scary
But I have no fear
The days of the month do not matter to me
But sometimes it’s strange
The odd things that I see.
Like this thing on the floor
And what’s on the TV
It’s orange and it’s huge
Almost bigger than me.
I don’t have a clue as to why is it here
The same things appear
At the same time each year
Whatever it’s good for is far beyond me
In a couple more months they will bring in a tree.
Full moon smiles at night
waiting for us to go to sleep
so, he can bare his fangs and
sink them into our necks for
a red liquid meal. We die
a dry fleshly shell. A shell
people cry over and place
into the ground. Their tears
water the plants, which grow.pas
Four faces of the moon attract
his victims. During harvest
season when the vampires, werewolves,
and humans hunt for meat and blood.
Moon gorges itself until it grows
into a huge full moon, which turns dark red.
Harvest Moon, blood moon comes around Halloween
when spirits and other monsters can gather blood
for the full moon, so it can get full
enough to reach Harvest Moon, when the moon becomes full
of blood from people who sleeping or past out fangs
enter the neck either way. The full moon feeds without noise.
The moon rests on the new moon
so, it can feed again on the full moon.
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
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”.
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?
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 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.
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’.
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.
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
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
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.
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, 2018, 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, 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.
It was a difficult decision for the jury. But we had a lot of fun and wanted to thank all poets for their wonderful poems.
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Thank you, Kitt Crescendo and Joy Lennick for their jury work and offering one of their books to the winners – and of course to Allan F. Hudson who offered his book to pick from as well. I appreciate your help and support!
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