3rd 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 express 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

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Let’s Shine – by Melody J. Fisher

Four fat hollow pumpkins
Gutted, carved, and lit
Staring from the steps
Of the porch where they sit

One is very frightful
Another dons a hat
The biggest one is smiling
One resembles a cat

They just sit and watch
As the world passes them by
Making observations
Before they shrivel up and dry

They sit in silent judgement
As a couple bicker and complain
Listen in discomfort
As they cause each other pain

They see a little girl
Talking to a strange old man
They watch in quiet horror
As he pulls her into a van

An old lady hobbled past them
Hungry, lonely, and afraid
Her own children abandoned her
When her mind began to fade

“It sure is ugly out there”
The first one says out loud
“Yes,” agrees the scary one
“It must make the devil proud.”

The smiling pumpkin frowned
“Well, his joy will soon end,
I saw a cop rescue the little girl,
And that old lady found a friend.”

“Great!” exclaimed the cat
“The couple made up, too.
I saw him give her flowers…
They were kissing like lovers do.”

“I’ve seen some good things, too,”
Bragged the pumpkin with the hat
“But there’s much work to be done,
I think we all agree on that.”

They sat in awkward silence
As their candles were lit for the night
“As long as we’re here, let’s shine….
This world could use the light.”

 

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The First Halloween – by Chris Graham, The Story Reading Ape

As long nights drew nigh
and fears grew high,
of things not yet seen,
that should never have been.

The Villagers met,
all feeling upset.
With one voice, they declared,
their fears fully bared.

“Who will face
the demonic race
that haunt the living
with no forgiving.”

“Where is the brave one
who will face them alone,
to challenge their power
and before them, not cower?”

“Who will hold fast to the treasure
they seek in good measure?”
“Who has strong enough heart
to make them depart?”

“Who will cast them,
before they cause mayhem,
back to their lairs?”
“It’s no good using prayers.”

“Not I” boomed the Preacher.
“Nor I” proclaimed the Teacher.
“Not I” gulped the Dentist.
”N-n-nor I” stammered the Ventriloquist.

”I will” answered the child
its voice soft and mild.
”YOU will?” scoffed the congregation,
full of indignation.

”Then go, do the deed”
”But you’ll never succeed”
cried the voices of grownups,
some of whom got hiccups.

Thus, so it was, as foretold
by Sages of old.
The Demons will be defeated
and their evil depleted.

By a child, not yet a Teen,
who will take over Halloween.
And drive the demons all mad
by making it FUN Time – not bad.

 

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Grave Choice by Cynthia Morgan

 

Weariness overcame me. Darkness spiraled up from the pit of my stomach, engulfing me, pulling me under, surrounding me. I struggled against it, trying to breath in the suffocating murk, but, like a hypnotic spell, I could not resist the tugging blackness encroaching on my thoughts. Sleep leapt upon me, like a tigress with claws bared, sinking them into my flesh, penetrating deeply, inescapable.

Quiet. Blackness. Sinking. Strange sensations scathed over me. Heaviness. Lightness. Breaking through. Crashing in. Calm tranquility mixed with ethereal panic that left me searching the dimness frantically, but for what I did not know. Light? Breath? Heartbeat?

All was silent. All was Dim.

Fear crashed in on me; a thousand boulders tumbling on my body from out of the dingy night sticking to me, pounding over me without mercy and without ceasing, yet I did not fall. There was no pain, only fear devouring me in the darkness. Echoes of thought whispered from the ebon vastness around me; voices once so bright, filled with life, now empty, hollow, soundless.

What happened to the life that was inside me? Where did my vibrancy go? Try as I might, I could not draw a single breath and the sensation of existing without it was terrifying. Brackish water sloshed around my feet, pouring in from the edges of the darkness, splashing upwards in a slow, inescapable progression; yet my feet felt nailed to the place where I stood. Unable to run, I searched the emptiness around me, horrified to watch the slogging water sucking upward around me, encasing me in icy coldness.

Where was the Light? Wasn’t there a Tunnel of Light? What happened to all the preaching and teaching and reaching from Heaven? Shadows began to move in the deep darkness, slinking towards me in a haze that filled me with dread. Sounds like ravenous animals gnawing bones began to filter through to me. Screeches and cackles more horrendous in sound than any tale from the crypt I had ever heard. Insidious laughter mocked my struggles as I fought to escape the unrelenting icy embalmment closing around me.

Then all went silent as a single voice spoke from the darkness staining itself crimson over my head. I listened, aghast at the familiarity of the tone and inflection. It was my own voice. It was me, speaking out of the past to haunt my own soul and as I listened, bitter tears slipped down my pallid cheeks, falling into the freezing water encircling my chest, my neck, sloshing upward over my chin, my nose, consuming me.

“I have everything I could ever want or need. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, more influence than I know how to use, and more friends than I can count. ……………
What do I need God for?”

 

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MOUNTAIN CASTLE by Frank Hubeny

In my mountainous castle well hidden away
There’s my beast getting restless for lightness of day
And the blood that I seek must be innocent, sweet,
So delight feeds the brain and my rapture’s complete.

How I long that the travelers wandering by
Be so true that they capture my sensitive eye.
How I long that they tarry so I’ll have a bite
Of the glory of goodness lost deep in the night.

Ah, look! There’s a traveler coming toward me,
To my mountainous castle all lost by the sea,
To the doom that awaits him.  His way seems so sure
With a heart pumping love and deliciously pure.

He is knocking.  I’ll open the door to his death.
He is breathing but soon he will not take a breath.
Then at the table aged wine I may taste
With his flesh, raw and bloody–there’s no time to waste.

But wait! My hand moves but it can’t free the door.
The traveler turns. He won’t knock anymore.
Have I grown out so ghostly my body has gone?
Have I nothing but fantasies I can put on?

 

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This is only the first group of submissions. Please, keep them coming and make it really hard for the jury to decide on the winners!

A. J. Alexander

 

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3rd Halloween Poem Contest – How To Submit Your Poem

 

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To all participants of the 3rd Halloween Poem Contest:

THANK YOU!!

Thanks so much for sending your poem to me and make this 3rd contest an exciting one.

 

But please, remember the rules on how to submit your poem!

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, a social media account or blog

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 until Halloween, October 31, 2015, 9 pm Central Standard Time.
4. Please avoid violence, bad language, and sexual content within the poems. It would be disqualified.

Very often the submitted poems are too short, I’m missing the pictures and links that should go with the poem.

Thank you very much for participating and making it easier for me to post your poem on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’.

 

3rd Halloween Poem Contest – Start!

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It’s

October 10, 2017

1st Day of the 3rd 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, if possible, a link to their website and/or blog).

  1. There are a few rules to follow:
  2. Your poem needs a Halloween theme.
  3. Your poem needs a minimum of 99 words.
  4. Your poem has to be delivered to my email address until Halloween, October 31, 2015, 9 pm Central Standard Time.
  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, if possible, link).

The contest starts October 10, 2017 06.00 am and ends October 31, 2017 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. (The poets who had sent me their entries already, please re-send, otherwise I cannot accept them. Thank you for your understanding)

aurorajean.alexander@aol.com

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

A. J. Alexander

3rd 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:

  1. Author Kitt Crescendo
  2. Author Joy Lennick
  3. Author A. J. Alexander  

 

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

There will be three winners in the 3rd Halloween poem contest. Each of them is free to choose from the following prizes:

  1. E-Book of  either “Three For All” OR “Four One Night” written by Kitt Crescendo
  2. E-book of  either one of the three “My Gentle War“, “The Catalyst“,  OR “Where Angels And Devils Tread“,  written by Joy Lennick
  3. E-book of “The Dark Side Of A Promise“, written by Allan F. Hudson

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

 

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START UP!! OCTOBER 10, 2017

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, if possible, a link to their website and/or blog).

  1. There are a few rules to follow:
  2. Your poem needs a Halloween theme.
  3. Your poem needs a minimum of 99 words.
  4. Your poem has to be delivered to my email address until Halloween, October 31, 2015, 9 pm Central Standard Time.
  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, if possible, link).

The contest starts October 10, 2017 06.00 am and ends October 31, 2017 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

The Oddity Of Fairy Tales

Lately, I was invited to dinner at a friends’ house. Dinner was at 8 pm, and before dinner, she made sure her kids were in bed. She’s an amazing mother and told me, after their good night story they fell asleep quite quickly.

When I hear “good night story,” all alarms are ringing and shrilling in my head, remembering the stories I heard when I was a kid. So I asked her if she tells her kids Grimm’s fairy tales. Her facial expression was priceless. She swallowed her food and asked back: “Do I look sadistic?” I had to laugh… To us, this subject was over and out.

But in my head, I tried to recap what I remember from the fairy tales our parents read to us when we were little.

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The Wolf and the Seven Young Kids

Picture courtesy of: http://www.goethezeitportal.de

The wolf not only threatens the seven little goats but also eats six of them alive since the youngest could get away and tell their mother what happened. The mother grieved but then got the wolf who was too full to do much. While he was sleeping she cut his stomach open and let her six kids out (who were alive!), filled his belly with stones, stitched him up and he drowned when he wanted to drink. – What a happy end.

Holy Smokes: One wolf, swallowing six young goats – whole?

He doesn’t wake up when he’s cut open? And wolves are dangerous. I know, it’s a fairy tale and no reality show.

But hell we were scared to death from wolves. (And for some reason I don’t like goats either – I think they’re kind of dumb, standing there in a row waiting until the wolf swallowed the brother is a little weird). I can’t help myself, to me this doesn’t make sense.

 

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Little Red Riding Hood

Picture courtesy of: http://www.google.com

The girl’s grandmother lives in the woods, right? And she’s sick. What daughter leaves her sick mother in some wooden box out in the forest? And not only that: She sends her young daughter all by herself to visit her grandmother and bring her food! And a wolf eats an entire grandmother. Hungry Beast.
A mother who knows this is a deep dark forest, and there are all kinds of animals and seriously? You are sending your kid out there, all by yourself?

Are you out of your mind?

Worse is that there are mothers telling their kids this fairy tale. Why? In preparation of sending them around, all by themselves? GREAT!

 

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Hansel and Gretel

Picture courtesy of: http://www.goethezeitportal.de

Dear parents, think about it – do you ever want to tell your kids that you could be too poor to feed them? With this fairy tale, you more or less inform them that, in case money gets rare it could happen you’ll take them into the deepest forest and leave them there!

Additionally, you do tell them that there are really, REALLY ugly old women practicing black magic and threaten to stuff them in preparation to enjoy them as a meal! (I wonder why only the boys, but that’s a detail).

Be prepared that kids think about all kinds of things and the thought will occur that you might not wait until money is rare but try to get rid of them the next chance.

What should I say? At least this time there’s no wolf involved.

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Little Brother and Little Sister

Picture courtesy of: http://www.goethezeitportal.de

This is probably one of the weirdest fairy tales existing. Siblings who escape from their stepmother and ugly step-sister because they are fed poorly. They run away and go into hiding. Unfortunately, the stepmother has overheard their plans of running away and, being a witch, has bewitched all water holes in the forest. Soon the brother drinks from one and turns into a deer. You get the feeling they’re like six and seven years old when they take off.

But with what happens then I have to admit, I must have been wrong.

The king goes hunting and when the deer/brother hears that he wants to go out. (why in all the world is this dummy going outside in hunting season?) – However, the third day the wounded brother runs back to the hut they’re hiding, followed by the king, who sees the sister, falls in love within a Nano-second and gets married to her.

And then, two sentences later she all of a sudden becomes a mother, then ill, and then stepmother and stepsister become involved again somehow – until the happy end.

Which means, when the siblings took off, they must have been far over 17. And they can’t feed themselves? In the woods, they live off nuts and berries, and there it works? And she says yes to a man who just walked in the door for the first time? She must have been really hungry.

I wouldn’t want to tell this fairy tale to a child. It’s odd and confusing and doesn’t make the slightest sense.

But again: At least this time there’s no wolf involved.

 

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Sleeping Beauty

Picture courtesy of: http://www.google.com

A young princess who had a bad fairy wishing her that she’d die when turning sixteen, by stinging herself on a golden spindle. Three other fairies, the good ones, can turn death into a 100-year-sleep. That spell can only be broken by either the 100 years or a kiss of true love.

So far so good.

Now: be realistic, a spindle belongs to a spinning wheel. When in all the world does a princess EVER get close to a spinning wheel? She’s a princess; she’s got nothing to do there. For a while I considered my mother planned to sell me as a slave to a wool company. But at the time I grew up machines had largely replaced the common spinning wheel I doubt I was in real danger.

I was told that this poor girl, turning sixteen, fell asleep for – forever. And the castle was closed down and locked in by thorn bushes. Many men have cut and stung themselves to death by trying to get through and to the princess.

No wonder I’m completely screwed up when it comes to men! When hearing this fairy tale, I must have gotten the impression a man would give his life to get to a woman. I could think a guy would really fighting his way through thorn bushes but losing his life trying. And then I thought a man is walking into a room seeing a woman sleeping there and kissing her awake could really offer her a kiss of true love!? No wonder I got a completely surrealistic ‘enemy-image.’

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Cinderella

Picture courtesy of: http://www.google.com

Even when I was little, I had problems to believe parts of that story. A fairy? Birds? Doves? A tree? Gold and silver? And how on Earth can anyone walk in a glass shoe?

To match the shoe, both stepsisters cut parts of their feet off. I mean: can anyone really be this hell-bent on getting a prince? (Let’s say: remember Prince Charles? Thinking about him really make me feel the need of cutting of something – but I guarantee, that aren’t parts of me.) And how can any mother tell her little daughter that there are women cutting parts of their own body off to get married? Would I consider this teaching your little girl the total self-abandonment?

I’m not really sure where this story came from, but it seemed around the time brothers Grimm were alive, women did whatever necessary to lay hands on a man.

A very similar fairy tale exists in the Czech Republic, Tři oříšky pro Popelku (Three hazelnuts for Cinderella), written originally by Božena Němcová. In the 70s this fairy tale was turned into a movie, and I like it by far better than the Grimm-version. And just in case you’re curious: It does exist in English and does not scare children to death. Just click here

 

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Snow White

Picture courtesy of: http://www.goethezeitportal.de

A poor princess girl, treated badly? – Check. A bad, horrible stepmother being a terrible witch and queen? – Check. Magic? – Check. A prince trying to save the princess? – Check. All there for a horribly great fairy tale. I just think there are a few odd things in this story. Let’s start with the name of the main character. Who in all the world names her daughter “Snow White”? That’s not a name; it’s a color.

Second: The description of the princess: skin as white as snow, hair as black as ebony, lips as red as rose. This description scared me as a child already! It’s unnatural. Nowadays I suspect the girl must have been a vampire. But that’s only a detail. (The story does not say she sparkled in the sun though.)
Third: You tell your kid about that poisonous fruit, and you guarantee your daughter or son are making sure they steer clear of apples from that moment on. – Hey – you never know, right?

And last but not least: Are you going to tell your child it’s not only ‘okay’ to run off from home, but then you move in with seven single guys? Nice role model, I have to say.

 

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I know there are so many more fairy tales. But I figure I just picked the best known here not to end up writing a 6 feet blog post.

Are there any oddities in fairy tales you know – or heard as a child? Please, share them with us.

2nd Halloween-Poem Contest – Jury introduction – and Start Up


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:

  1. Author Mary Ann Edwards
  2. Author Jennifer Owenby
  3. Author A. J. Alexander

 

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

 

There will be three winners in the 1st Halloween poem contest. Each of them is free to choose from the following prizes:

  1. E-Book of “The truth she knew” written by J. A. Owenby
  2. E-book of  either one of the set of four “Brilliant Disguise“,  “A Good Girl“,  “Criminal Kind“, OR “Sins of My Youth“, written by Mary Ann Edwards
  3. E-book of “The Vampyre Blogs – coming home” by Allan Krummenacker

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

 


START UP!! OCTOBER 10, 2016

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, if possible, 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 until Halloween, October 31, 2015, 9 pm Central Standard Time.
  4. 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, if possible, link).

The contest starts October 10, 2016 06.00 am and ends October 31, 2016 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