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LOL ....how bad is it I didn't even notice I wrote that....hmmmm

Perhaps his father is a woodsman and toiled the whole of his life trying to provide for his family by the sweat of his brow and this particular axe was weighted just perfect so that it would cut down on the number of powerful swings it would take to fell a tree. Such an axe would become his favorite when chopping.......I know however you must a theory that might also be as true as the statement above...would you indulge me?

That....or maybe dad likes to go downtown with his favorite axe and terrorize circus midgets.

It's Halloween
here I sit and fidget
Outside is mass hysteria
the town is overrun with circus midgets

They bounce on cars
and bite people's knees
They juggle poodles
and pounce from trees

I tried to go trick or treating
armed with a can of mace
I only made it to the front porch
before I got a pie in the face

The mayor called the national guard
we thought they'd met their match
Who knew a group of wily circus midgets
would be so hard to catch?

Wearing clown make-up
ghoulish to watch
My brother tried to wrestle one down
and got bit in the crotch

Hopefully they'll go away
but until then it seems
This will go down as the night
Circus midgets invaded Halloween

I started at least two poems neither were worthy of posting my Brain is just not working today so I thought I would just put in something from CCR

I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin.
I see bad times today.

Chorus:
Dont go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
Theres a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

Chorus
All right!

Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like were in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.

Funny you should mention that song, spookyboo. When my daughter was a little girl, she always sang: "there's a bathroom on the right". This year I found a Halloween card that sings. On the front it says: "In case you get an upset tummy from all the Halloween candy..." open...and it sings: "there's a bad moon on the rise" (which of course sounds just like bathroom on the right!!)

She is going to LOVE IT!!

Don't you just love when things like that work out...Mhooch
...."Theres a Bathroom on the right"...it's got a good ring to it lol

MHooch wrote:...This year I found a Halloween card that sings. On the front it says: "In case you get an upset tummy from all the Halloween candy..." open...and it sings: "there's a bad moon on the rise"...

Hehehe..... I've seen that, too! GREAT stuff!

Dr Strange, that's your funniest one yet!

She never smiles
that witch down the street
She never mows her lawn
her breath smells like feet

When a ball goes into her yard
the kids all moan
No one goes in the witch's yard
so all the kids go home

Never ride your bike
close to her driveway
Screams like hyena cackles
will run you away

So this Halloween
under cover of night
We thought to scare the witch
return some of her fright

Armed with paper bags
filled with steaming dog poo
Carrying soap and shaving cream
rolls of toilet paper too

We snuck around the house
our backs against the siding
No one noticed Johnny Perkins
or the baseball bat he was hiding

We went to our devilish work
laid out all our traps
Out of nowhere came the witch
obscenities streaming from her yap

All of us turned in horror
too scared to even run
All of us frozen in place
all of us except one

Exploding from darkness
like a shadow, inky black
Came little Johnny Perkins
swinging his hidden bat

The sound was thick and soft
it rang sickening and dull
As Johnny's bat tore the jaw
from the witch's brittle skull

Her mouth a gaping hole
she stood a moment before she died
Her gaze darted back and forth
looking us all in the eye

Flat on her back the witch fell dead
we stared in a total daze
No falling houses or golden bricks
no munchkins singing praise

And little Johnny Perkins
still holding the bloody bat
Looked as fearful as anyone there
"Why did I do that?"

Johnny was gone soon after
his parents never the same
Our parents never forgave us
never wanted to hear Johnny's name

And if the witch had stayed gone
this ending could’ve been bright
But the witch was freed by that bat
she visits us every night

Her jaw's still gone
her eyes still wide
No closet defends
no covers hide

Seems the witch tricked Johnny
her treat was ending up dead
Looking back I wish now
we just tp'd her house instead

Well Dr. Strange that one gave me goosebumps ...it totally tricked me
an excellent dark poem!!!!! ........I bow down before thee ... Not long though my Back hurts...

Winds that blow
eerily moaning
full of the tempest
full of foreboding

Bring the Halloween
spirit again
upon your Whisper
to me your friend

I await steadily gazing
toward the heavens
while chanting and razing

the spirits long past
from in thier graves
to walk once more
in ghoulish haze

luminescent phantoms
The lumbering dead
I call to any creature
that comes into my head

And when my spell is finally complete
I gather them together
to Trick or Treat

luminescent phantoms
The lumbering dead

Great imagry! Thanks for your always kind words, it's nice to hear some feedback on these pieces, you too Cadaverino!

I can see that I've missed much, here...I'm going back to read all these again.

I wanted to add this poem that I wrote a few years ago, entitled

"The Leaves"

This dark Autumn evening
Holds foreboding allure,
As I watch windswept debris
Encroach on my door.

The leaves want to play -
But they're already dead,
And the plans that they made
Remain in their heads.

I look down to them, mercy,
From my hole in the ground,
Where I long to be rescued
Yet I fear to be found.

The leaves want to play -
But they're already dead.
The wind cannot save them,
It taunts them instead.

My heart bleeds for them
So alike me, these things:
The puppets of darkness
With invisible strings.

The leaves want to play -
But now they have fled.
Earth has no time for
The ghosts of the dead.

Lovely Poem Magickbean.... A wonderful addition to the thread!!! very nice