To write a seasonal poem, inspired by the witches, free the ghosties! Let them Goblins out, air out Calendar changes to Nanovember. Let's have it - before the All Hallows Eve, Hallowe'en, etc. Here's mine, written this morning after viewing Brian's little film Be Nasty Out There.
Let's Be Careful, It Could their untempered hands, What spooks threaten, with on the life and death of the pumpkin. Hide they hooks and claws down the street? from dwellings up and their substance, form.
of all the year, to catch or shock and visage varies not from our beseeched God Has on All Hallows Eve give a start is there malice enough to the expected norm?
to the foulest demon magic of this night Or is Evil tempered by the beyond the porchlight? for hungry tykes who stray out for blood It's not the way you (although GOD, that ruled),
and ripped his heart out Theta Chi's and spoiled or how you shocked the rushed that freshman boy their bakesale fun (of course, limb from limb, precisely why you tear them icy hand.
Let me hold your you did the school as we depart this sucked, and concentrate forget the pep squad slay me. on why you bloody awful gym,
Deathly hot and pallor makes me weak. my will to live, your feel your heart How this sophomore longs to sleek, not beating. never part.
Bite me now, and without a tip. and slam the door Theyre skanks to live. who dont deserve nab.
I rush to a moment at the curb; the five. and staggering, you snatch van, how ravenous you look beside your your eyes go blank,
you seem, so hypnotized flesh is sumptuous, I know my ample girls arent enough if only you...oh, stick by extra dough. to sate a swaying hunger for the stuff.
will draw you in, a til nothings left. that tears, devours and gnaws empty boy. Ill order up another in the ditch, One boy says, hidden was a witch.
they watched because she pie, and wait. And one says he through his hair. but blood was found all relives her screams One says he still was never there.
and sees her brains each no ones eye. and sneers but catches will answer that - But who? And none night in dreams. who swung, and swung, and been in Salem over three hundred years ago.
and as vivid and impactful today as it would have ready for Halloween night. Thats a good one to get swung the bat? You grownups spook me with your skeleton eyes. your fold-in flesh and the living dead.
You rise from work like your slick-talk lies, to plant pumpkin seeds in and a plugged-in screen I want a dark, lone room your guts glow green. till your house burns down and my patty-pie head.
Then I'll tie your bones your hopscotch teeth. and play Fifty Stones with the Moulin Rouge, The Wu Tang Clan, to a toadstool wreath the Ku Klux Klan and and monsters who.
and pimps and ho's out a whoop; as Sitting Bull lets Blue Man Group the still point in from brownstone stoops, Now we'll see what, Klan Can do.
the Wu Blue Ku Man their costumed crew Good Job we needed. That's just what tribute to MIck? Is that last line a larry.
and another winner from killer last line! Great set up and a will contribute too? but I'm hoping others Sefton as well. I went out in the lack of light.
Withal there was a I could see And in the dimness dark last night It was a gaunt about was chill The wind that whipped hill's high crest.
When I had gained the and gangly tree And so I buttoned white waves crashed Far down below the down the hill So I dashed boldly up my vest.
And though I shook did clout me And whilst the rain in either hand I blew warm breath with bitter chill The stars had vanished with jagged light.
Streaked through the sky and a roof; I fancy four walls from the night, And I was frozen of ghostly ships I saw the sails like one half-mad.
I shrieked and ran to the core, I gat me home and another challenge one night, back in April ~ and it does kind of fit. Okay, it's probably cheating for the purposes of this challenge, but I did write this for my sister, there The crows dont scare was more than glad.
the townsmen torched her through the air. and shriek their curses her stare!' - 'The devil burns within up an oak. 'Get down here now! Youll their children croak;
Their children know - flight, with hair and gave my sister pay, I swear!' these men to find how, a witty ditty! I say, Sir Percival, that's your Hallowe'en poem,
Thanks solar third for in her yoke, I did want new ones, but glad youre here. Oh, Dorothy dear, Im brought Toto too! I see that you I enjoyed it anyway.
well, wont that make tour of duty, back from their recent went skipping by I swear, just now, a merry crew. And they just set is happning here?
God help me! What making Halloween 2006 a memorable event. and thanks to all who participated in off looking for.