A Poem for Each Day until Halloween

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Post by spookyboo » Sun Oct 07, 2007 11:06 pm

Oh my "swallows" I uh "voice cracks" think that was wonderful. wicked me wants to know what the first draft of this poem looked like, though since I have steamed up the computer screen with this version I doubt I could read it. As always Dr. Strange...wow.

Lest I not forget I am not playing favorites I loved your contribution HH and also Magickbean
another great poem. I B H what can I say I am a sucker for a good Nantucket joke :lol: :D

I had better come up with some thing good tomorrow ..yikes!!!
Wild Winds thou shalt blow
carry away my saddened soul
tis the time of Judgement

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Post by I B Howlin' Wolfman » Sun Oct 07, 2007 11:17 pm

Mine was "good"??
I better work on that s' more.
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Post by One Eye'd Jack » Mon Oct 08, 2007 2:57 am

And when October goes
The snow begins to fly
Above the smokey roofs
I watch the planes go by

The children running home
Beneath a twilight sky
Oh, for the fun of them
When I was one of them

And when October goes
The same old dream appears
And you are in my arms
To share the happy years

I turn my head away
To hide the helpless tears
Oh how I hate to see October go

I should be over it now I know
It doesn't matter much
How old I grow
I hate to see October go

-Barry Manilow - From 2:00 am; Paradise Cafe

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Post by Dutchess of Darkness » Mon Oct 08, 2007 4:29 am

WoW OEJ, I just love that poem you posted. So true isn't it...I imagine many of us can relate to what he's saying..
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Post by Laurie Strode » Mon Oct 08, 2007 10:02 am

HH, dude, that was spectacular work, intense story!!!! Great job!!! :D

OEJ, thanks for sharing Mr. Manilow's words- I agree with Dutchess, many of us can identify with those sentiments!........

Ah, the handsome Dr. :D Your work can be quite spellbinding!! :wink:

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Post by spookyboo » Mon Oct 08, 2007 1:41 pm

Nice one OEJ.....keep them coming!!!!


A Blanket of darkness covers the land
the midnight hour is well at hand
all that remains is one beacon of light
to keep away the unseen of the night

Suddenly a knocking was upon my door
not one knock not two but a total of four
away to the door I went with my treats
but when the door was open they did not
yell Trick Or Treat

There on the doorstep stood a large motley crew
so many in fact I wasnt sure what to do
Witches, goblins and ghosts all in line
I couldnt believe that many children would come out at this time

I reached in my treat bowl and started to serve
they grabbed them from my hand I say. What nerve
Where are your manners I said to this crowd
they seemed to ingnore me so I said it again loud

They all stoped and stared with a malicious grin
Thats when I sensed trouble was about to begin
The wtiches took to flight cackling with glee
The goblins then knocked down a tree

The ghosts started moaning and rattling their chain
I wasnt sure what these creatures had hoped to gain
I ran back in the house and slamed the door
I covered my head and dove on the floor

I could hear them outside tearing up the place
I thought of trying to stop them but instead covered my face
After awhile the noise outside abated
I went back to the door a little frustrated

My car was upside down out in the drive
covered in dents I stopped counting at five
the yard was covered in all kinds of debris
The place was a mess as I could plainly see

These were real monsters I should have known
and now they had destroyed part of my home
So next Halloween becareful what you say
these ghouls just might be headed your way
Wild Winds thou shalt blow
carry away my saddened soul
tis the time of Judgement

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Post by Dutchess of Darkness » Mon Oct 08, 2007 3:43 pm

Spookyboo, What a Fantastic poem, I just love it, great job :)
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Post by Haunted Horseman » Mon Oct 08, 2007 4:31 pm

Spookyboo, I like that one a lot. :D
Because once you cross that bridge, my friend, the ghost is through, his power ends.

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Post by magickbean » Mon Oct 08, 2007 4:48 pm

Great work everyone! Some wonderful imagery going on in yours, HH and Spookyboo I think that's got to be one of your best so far! :D

OEJ.. I had tears welling up in my eyes when I read that. It's so true and so sad!
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Post by Dr Strange » Mon Oct 08, 2007 5:24 pm

A very well crafted piece Spookyboo! I really enjoyed the images you invoked.

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For our favorite horseman...

Post by Dr Strange » Mon Oct 08, 2007 5:53 pm

The Haunted Horseman rides
Death rings rhythmic beats
Gallops in mud and fright

The Haunted Horseman rides
Wearing fog and shadow
Gripping the reins tight

The Haunted Horseman rides
Nightly vigilance
The living his beacon

The Haunted Horseman rides
Comes a’ calling for souls
Lest by morning to weaken

The Haunted Horseman rides
Blood flows quicker
Before the night is through

The Haunted Horseman rides
Turn and see his stride
He comes for YOU

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Post by Dr Strange » Mon Oct 08, 2007 6:29 pm

The dead have nothing to say
They lead boring afterlives
Just wailing and gossiping
About who’s next to rot

The dead are liars
You can’t believe a word
So angry they’re dead
And you’re not

The dead are perverts
Always peeping at you
In the shower
Or making love

The dead can’t dance
Just rattle chains about
And frankly, living here
It’s the dead I’m sick of

Dr Strange

Post by Dr Strange » Mon Oct 08, 2007 6:35 pm

If ever MHooch
Wants to give you a smooch
And enchants you under her breath

Run away quick
It’s just her witchy trick
Because her lips have the kiss of death

Laurie Strode

Post by Laurie Strode » Mon Oct 08, 2007 6:49 pm

Wow, Spookyboo, excellent!! :D It does make for some great imagery, I really enjoyed reading that one!!

HH needs to see your Haunted Horseman poem, Dr. Strange, that's cool!!

Dr Strange

Post by Dr Strange » Mon Oct 08, 2007 6:51 pm

Thanks, not as good as his, but the Haunted Horseman is a good visual and I've wanted to write something about it for awhile.

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