Poetry Blogs (2013, Halloween)

All the ghosts have gone to bed,

We say goodbye to our honored dead,

To the horizon they are lead,

As we contemplate what they said.

The veil was deftly traveled,

Guided by voices, acting like scaffold,

Loved ones called to be dazzeled,

As the world of the living becomes unraveled.

Not just love ones cross that veil,

Evil comes without fail,

Sprinitng across...

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A bit of poetic free styling flash fiction

Phone rings

It's him

She recognises

The tone

'Are you alone?'

He moaned

Sounding 

So far away

'Please, don't 

Hang up

Stay'

He says

Funny how he never

Called when

He was alive

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The Monster came out of the deep dark cave.
It ate everyone but me.

The following day the Monster once again came out of the deep dark cave.
It ate everyone but me.

The next day the Monster emerged from the deep dark cave.
It ate everyone but me.

For you see, I am the Monster.

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at Oíche Shamhna, time of the aes sídhe

A ragged tonsure,

Or botched surgery,

Where the sooty soul exits.

Absences for features:

Swallowing the dark through

A pulpy hell-mouth.

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something for Halloween and Autumn
 

That Which Autumn Leaves

The clowns were funny in the ring,

as they joked and tumbled and fell -

but in the camp, after the show,

they made our young lives hell.

Still in their masks of garish paint

and drunk on Vodka shots,

they cut and bruised and beat us,

hatching cruel, twisted plots.

I never saw the demons

lurkin...

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Watch out, over there!  No over there!

It's time to be alert, it's time to beware.

Time for Ghosts and Goblins and fear!

Look for witches who take to the air.

Time for monsters, spooks and storytelling.

Time to see who'll scare first, who'll be yelling.

It's Halloween time the best time of the year,

For ghost stories around a fire which crackles and sears.

Be leery of the p...

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Well, the season is upon us
It’s come round too fast again
And while the lucky ones are ready;
we others feel the strain

All that planning, all that scheming
but we’re left sad and distraught
So we come in - howling, screaming
Needing Halloween Support

And we try to help each other out
Give useful hints and tips
Some even post on Twitter
links to favourite YouTube clips

Some, alas, are...

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There are homes and then there's children's homes

There are children's homes and then there are children's homes 

The one I knew was a home from home

Age four mum and her sister set one up 

With hard work, love and courage 

The biggest house my young eye's had seen

A large dappled wooden rocking horse to gallop and whoop for good

A magic garden with its own small wood

Falle...

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Ghosts

To children, who are sore afraid
That night-time ghosts will get them:
Fear not, the monsters who will eat
Your brains at night won't let them.

Goblins

Ghosts and goblins, ghouls and trolls
From these we can't protect you.
We’re going to the Rose and Crown,
We’re going to get wrecked. You
Might just want to lock the door.
Me and your dad will be back about four.

The...

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Afraid Of The Dark

what you can’t see
cannot hurt you
ghouls and ghosts
things of the dark
things you don’t understand.
close your eyes go to sleep
think of happy things and places
let your mind move on
be at peace child

the thing that scratches at the window
you know it’s just a branch
the creak of a floorboard
late at night
a cold chill that drifts
through a warm house
the un...

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Our SchoolWas Haunted

Our school was haunted on this Halloween

All you could hear was moaning and screams

The chairs started groaning,

The floor was all sticky

The slime on the windows was squashy and squishy

The bats and the cats were cooking with witches

And casting a spell of chickenpox itches

The eyelash of spider and toenails of newt

Frogspawn and ...

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Murder, Death, Bones and Blood
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Murder, death, bones and blood
Rotting corpses walking
Vampires, witches, ghouls and ghosts
tormented Spirits talking
Operations and autopsies
Severed heads and limbs
darker twisted horror stories
To rival Stephen King
Cuts and stitches, pain and screams
Dead bodies and mortuaries so cooool!
This is what we talk about
on the bus to school.

St...

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All Hallows Eve

Gnarled tree roots claw from the ground

scratching over disturbed graves.

Pumpkins grin their toothless snarl,

fleshy tongues of seed and fibre.

The spectral drift of chilling mist

that prods and pokes at exposed flesh.

Somewhere a creature of the night

mewls in whimpering ecstasy

Dank leaves of autumn line the paths

as little ...

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I dream of Hallowe’en when we were children:

No transatlantic pumpkin at our sides

But turnip dug by dad from frost-streaked garden

And carved with care with chore-dulled kitchen knife

Till gaping, gap-toothed grin emerged. Then, skewered

By knitting needle, safe-secured by string,

With stub of candle craftily inserted

In hot-wax solder, to secure its grip.

...

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In a creepy old house I found a creepy old doll.
I bent to pick it up and boy did I have a fall. I stood up had a lump
on my head, but otherwise aright looked out the window, day had
turned to night. I looked and looked but did not find the doll.
I turned to leave and there it was hanging by its neck
against the wall. Its creepy smile seemed to say,
"Come and play with me my friend. We can p...

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Sorry to disappoint any Halloween hosts,

But I can’t seem to find the heart,

When confronted with vampires and ghosts,

I am just a boring old fart.

It’s an American thing, not British at all.

My childhood passed well enough without.

Therefore, this palaver is not my call,

I hardly know what it is about!

Halloween had never come to my street,

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The Goblins of

the night,

they give me

such a fright.

They leave about

this green slime.

I awaken, oh

it was just

a dream.

No need for

a scream.

I look at

the clock for

the time, but

it is covered

in green slime!

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The ticking clock is strangely still,

Was it beacause the mirror smashed and you thought that you had breathed your last.

For the mirror had told you to get out,

it scared you half to death,

the spiders crawled all over the house.

A house of imagination and where imagination drew it's last breath.

The dead came out crawling all over the walls, the monsters to...

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