4th Halloween Poem Contest – And The Winners Are…

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The jury has decided!

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.

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

CONGRATULATIONS!

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!

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4th Halloween Poem Contest – 6th And Last Group Of Submitted Poems —

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All Hallows Eve – By Bobby Fairfield

From beneath the earth a sound appears.
like the sound of finger’s frantic movement,
confined under the ground for countless years
rest the souls of those in endless torment.
On one special day on the midnight chime
their spirits are released from death’s dark hold
they may rise again for one last time
and wreak their vengeance on all they behold.
The putrid bodies stripped of flesh and hair
their bones bleached white by cold, dank soil
as they lie shrouded in wood coffins bare
trailing mildewed ribbons of skin like oil.
For just one night their souls are free
then condemned to rest for eternity


THE CURSE OF NIGHT – By M.A. Cortez

Upstairs while my family slept
I left my room alone
Down the creaky stairs I crept
facing the unknown

Terror hugged my narrow neck
Then from the dark I feared
two red eyes, And from a speck
A vampire appeared

“Midnight hour is my divine
so heed these words I say
Disobey and you’ll be mine
before the light of day

Go now out this cursed night
and find for me a friend
Do it now and do it right
or it will be your end”

Quietly I slipped away
A thirst for blood seduced
Would I live to see the day
mortality reduced?

Moon’s glow lit my lonely path
on this All Hallows Eve
Dare I chance my master’s wrath
or would I find reprieve?

Hungrily I searched the town
but found the world asleep
On my return, he took me down
Down
Down
To my forever sleep.


 

4th Halloween Poem Contest – 5th Group Of Submitted Poems —


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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 – 1 Day Left – Hurry Up!

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Deadline for the contest is

October 31, 2017 – 9 pm Central Standard Time

Hurry up!

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 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.

Thank you very much for participating and making it very hard for the jury to decide on the winners!

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

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skeleton dance – by Jasmin T.
the lights in the lab-come
on one two three
Mr. Skeleton shuffles-bows
elegantly-I
do not want tricks
nor treats, she says
Mr. Skeleton does not retreat
music starts-skips
stops and starts again
Mr. Skeleton
dips as moonlight dips
holds his arms like
window panes-framing
his partner as he
shuffles whirls
slow tornado circles
that song-in
her ear she-travels
slips off her shoes
curls her toes
puts her picture
in his frame-she
dances one two three
one two three-doesn’t
mind feeling lonely
as long as the dance
goes on
her eyes close-she
hears the clatter
opens-finds bones
silent again
again

Halloween Poem – by Bruce Louis Dodson

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.


While Mama Slept – By Elizabeth Jacobson

Oh Halloween! Halloween!
When souls roam no longer unseen
The night of All Hallows Eve
See the dead we grieve
Come home come home
Spend a moment before you roam
Set at the table’s head
A moment we mingle with the dead
With lantern soul lights
Softly quell the fright
No need for vengeance
Just a moment of transience
Staring deeply at the flame
and start the divination game
Look away and back in the mirror
to catch a glimpse of the future
just a little clearer
Teach the children Allhallowtide
To pray for those for whom we’ve cried –those who’ve died
The night of Summer’s end
One last goodbye before they once again descend

Moon Delight – by Larry Sells

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.

4th Halloween Poem Contest – 3rd Group Of Submitted Poems —

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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