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I realise I'm a bit early for Halloween, but I'll post this anyway.
Witches ride the sky,
But on the street, it’s trick or treat,
Fill bags and buckets high.
Send out your precious children
In to the cold, dark night,
Knock on the doors of strangers,
Give the elderly a nasty fright.
Teach them manners you think useful
In this day and age
And if they don’t get what they want,
Revenge can then engage.
Eggs thrown at the window,
A garden gate removed,
Stealing extra chocolates,
What are they trying to prove?
Keep them in at Halloween
Protect them from all ill,
Play a game or read a book,
Practise being still!
Oh yes I’m a party pooper,
But trick or treat I hate,
Those were my chocolates stolen,
Along with garden gate!
Halloween is for the dead,
A night when spirits fly.
Not playtime for precious children
When ghosts fill a cold, black sky.
A good read Lin
The mornings borrowed glory
Wakens day, dark discharged by dawn
Life revealed it's auspices auditioned
For Mother Natures Theatre
Script of epic variety
Dialogue dances drama enamours
Creations cast celebrates
Plot directed with infinite extra's
Yet as performance peaks
Solar shine reaches full passion
Turning to hug the afternoon
Until evening's encores embrace
Curtains fall, signalling exodus
Light audience spills through exits
Dispersing to dream as doors closed
Night-time theatres repose
Enjoyed your poems- and both so different- Lin and PW. Thank you.
Ingleborough, so near yet far,
You stand and wait,
But now too late
For me to reach your peak; a star
You are, lighting for me the way,
The path to take
For my own sake,
The road to fulfilment each day.
Ingleborough, and sisters two,
I see you here,
Like family dear,
Inside my head, beautiful view.
I open my eyes, just to see
Picture of you
Hidden now too
In part by clouds - beckoning me.
Halloween, night of the dead,
Don't be scared and hide under your bed.
As should we fail in scaring the ghouls away,
Forever in your home they will play.
Creative Corner, it's time to party !
Lot's of chocolates and chewy toffee,
Here comes Jules dressed as the devil,
With him ghouls will not meddle.
Elle Macs dress could not get much higher,
And Lin glows like a funeral pyre,
Footsteps tap long into the night,
Those ghosts are going to get such a fright.
PoeticWarrior is dressed in black with sharp white fangs,
Gazing up at a moonlit tree, where Tee Hee hangs,
Shrieks of laughter escape from their lips,
Here comes Idj all tartan, zips and whips.
Ghouls and Ghosts fly off into the night,
Gone for a year to return on a Ryan air flight,
expensive wines and malt whisky flow,
Dawn approaches, time to go.
TeeHee. Fandabadozy, if that is how it is spelt. Your poem is so funny. You should be writing comedies! EM X
Thanks, EM enjoy reading poetry on here and good to contribute. I am working on my next poem entitled "Watching a slug, while I dine in the bath tub". xx
A slug I yelled while in the nude
Pardon me don't mean to be rude
Was ready to get in the bathtub
A slug was there that is the nub
A slug with a slimey trail
Slid into my ablution tale
I was not armed with any slug pellits
So "get out" to him I did tell it
Not stopping to apologise
Squelched out before my eyes
Gone was the gasttropod
I had a bath on my tod
Brilliant, love a good giggle. x
A slug encroached upon my tub
As I was about to go glub, glub
I didn't intend to share my bath
So I quickly armed myself with staff
To guide it to the plughole down
Turn on the taps and maybe drown?
But would it go through the rounded hold
So knife in hand being very bold
I scooped it up in toilet paper rolled
Down the pan and round the bend
'Fraid he came to a watery end!
Had a good laugh at these poems.
In our bath you'll find no slug,
Nor insect, beast or any bug,
For on the wall right there you'll see
One great big black scary sentry,
Always there, morn, noon or night,
After giving me such a fright,
As on the wall by my side there,
Next to the bath, appeared this spider.
I was soaking in frothy bubbles,
Relaxing after all my trouble
Climbing over the high bath side,
While being careful not to slide.
Then I opened my eyes to see,
On the wall right next to me,
This great big spider, our sentry.
Did I jump up so fast and flee?
How I did it I do not know,
But when needs must, you somehow go.
He's still there, on wall, sometimes rug,
Our spider watchman, not a slug.