Let's write Halloween poetry

[Nostalgiascape]

That sounds good. Get into the spirit and write a Halloween poem.

[Nostalgiascape]

Falling orange leaves
By Jeckyl faced pumpkins
Witches in windows
and ghoulie faced munchkins

With plastic bags and glow sticks
They all go around
Amongst the smell of burning leaves
and sound of a barking hound

Tappy tap the footsteps and giggles of joy
Candy and apples for every girl, every boy
Stories of old man Hodgkins on the hill
Give children of all ages a well deserved chill

Now they go home under floating ghosts in trees
With full bags of goodies bouncing off their knees
The parents are smiling as they watch over their young
many a door has been knocked on, many a door bell rung.

So trade candy children as you watch Frankenstein
This one is yours, that one is mine
And when you go to sleep tonight sound and serene
You know you have had Happy Halloween

[One Eye'd Jack]

That's pretty good, NOS!!! Thanks!!!!!!!!

I've got something...... kinda...
I'm working on a new song and I have one verse so far...... remember, you heard it here, first!

I dig the grave from where you'll rise
The chill is finally gone
115 days shall pass till
your eyes can shine upon...

The grabbing hands and painted smiles
right from a haunted dream
Ash to ash and dust to dust
but not without a scream!

I'm not even sure what I'm going to call it yet.

[Nostalgiascape]

Call it

Your own nightmare

[MHooch]

Nostalgiascape, that was awesome!!!

OEJ...I like Nos' title

YOU GUYS ROCK!!! I am so envious of creative types....

[Nostalgiascape]

I give that poem to this site as a gift. it can post it wherever it likes. Thank you Mhooch.

[One Eye'd Jack]

I actually like that, NOS. I might use it for something else, if you wouldn't mind. But what my song will actually be about is simply.......... wait for it........ planting pumpkins.
"I dig the grave from where you'll rise"....... get it?
"the chill is finally gone"....... You're not supposed to plant "untill the last chance of winter chill is gone" (or so says the pumpkin seed package).
"115 days will pass..." ..... it takes 115 days for a pumpkin to fully mature and so on.....

See? I wanted it to be dark and foreboding.... but something so simple you might not get it if you didn't know.
MWAHAHAHA!

[Nostalgiascape]

I see. I see. Nice.

[thislazylife]

I've been dabbling in haiku lately. The 5 syllable, 7 syllable, 5 syllable style. Here's a series:


I heard a zombie
moan coming from the graveyard;
it sounded hungry.

How sad it must be
walking the earth in limbo,
hunting for more brains.

Eating out must be
hard when nothing sounds good to
you but fresh man-guts,

So you opt for a
cheeseburger, now the waitress
won't bring more napkins.

[thislazylife]

Here's one I posted 10/30/07:


A House Gone Mad

Rain cloud clots the vein of summer
Welcome mat’s greeting an ironic sham
Kitchen counter’s bad with numbers
Stub your toe on an old door jamb

Living room leaves guests feeling sick
The chimney's overdue for cleaning
Stoke the fire with a walking stick
Bright ideas too hot for gleaning

Feather the dust of closet bones
Lock the doors with skeleton keys
And heed her when the wind she moans
Or twirls the vain in her wretched breeze

White picket fence now all but gone
Front door screams from a hinge’s creak
Something breathes in the backyard lawn
The dog’s been missing for more than a week

Floorboards give as the steps they stutter
Banister rotted to a mess of splinters
Shingles dance to the beat of shutters
Blowing in the gales of year ‘round winters

It’s curtains for those who dare to sleep
As moonbeams drip through a dirty pane
Midnight’s dreamtime for nightmares deep
Candle glow casts a shadow insane

Pay no mind to the basement bugs
Hang your coat on a crooked brad
Ignore the attic when it shrugs
Because you’re living in a house gone mad

[MHooch]

**Hooch is delightedly smiling and clapping her hands**

I LOVE reading this stuff!!

[tomanderson]

Gloom, gloom 'n' doom.
Pumpkin carved in little room
Morning seems pretty dim,
Like now, there just isn't a sound outside.
The day with clarity of sunshine
The night with mischief and mirth
The darkness galvanizes and creates
And witches and goblins fill their plates

[One Eye'd Jack]

Wow, people (or 'creeple', in our case), I am very impressed. Nice form, Lazy!

This one is going to be going on the new album (IF I can ever properly get around to doing so)…..

WHEN THE SHADOWS CALL

The ceiling fan spins slowly above my head,
As if to soothe the madness this hunger that I dread.
And the fleeting glimpse of my last sunrise
Will forever be a reminder to the things that I can no longer compromise.

Like the nightmares that will haunt me for ten thousand years
Or the poor soul who’s last breath is at my feet.
My gleaming eye’s; my blood-stained face, I’ll be gone without a trace,
Except for the air of death left in the street.

And if it’s easier to believe in the cries of the damned
Than it is to believe in the good will of man…
The travesty will forever feed my destiny
So believe me when I say
When the shadows call, I pray.

I remember a time free of confusion
Loved ones gathered on a Summer day
To savor our company.
Sorrow was another man’s illusion.
Mom held me close to her breast,
Dad said, things are as they should be.

Now, the years creep slowly by
And I often wonder how it is
I endure this life in death and still survive
For the stone that bares my epitaph
Has all but washed away
‘Cus there’s no one left to keep its place alive.

So, is it easier to believe in the cries of the damned
Than it is to believe in the good will of man?
The travesty has forever fed my destiny
So, beware me when I say
When the shadow call, I’ll prey

So, it’s easier to believe in the cries of the damned
Than it is to believe in the good will of man.
The travesty has forever fed my destiny
So, believe me when I pray,
Make the shadows go away.

Forever, I will stay.
Forever and a day.

(copyright 1989 Ziro theory music ltd.)

I know it doesn't flow as well just reading it as it does with the music, you'll just have to trust me on this one.