Poetry Blogs (2019, 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,
Friday 1st November 2019 3:35 pm
A bit of poetic free styling flash fiction
'Are you alone?'
So far away
Funny how he never
He was alive
Monday 21st October 2019 11:16 am
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.
Monday 30th September 2019 5:51 pm
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.
Wednesday 31st October 2018 6:06 pm
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
Wednesday 31st October 2018 10:48 am
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...
Wednesday 21st March 2018 6:15 pm
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...
Thursday 19th October 2017 9:30 pm
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
Friday 15th September 2017 5:31 pm
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.
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.
Monday 31st October 2016 7:49 pm
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
Tuesday 21st October 2014 6:59 pm
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 ...
Thursday 31st October 2013 2:17 pm
Murder, Death, Bones and Blood
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.
Thursday 31st October 2013 2:04 pm
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 ...
Sunday 27th October 2013 8:24 pm
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.
Thursday 24th October 2013 7:03 pm
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...
Wednesday 17th October 2012 4:47 pm
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,
Saturday 29th October 2011 3:00 pm
The Goblins of
they give me
such a fright.
They leave about
this green slime.
I awaken, oh
it was just
No need for
I look at
the clock for
the time, but
it is covered
in green slime!
Monday 10th October 2011 4:58 pm
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...
Friday 2nd September 2011 9:15 am