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Terry D
October 3rd, 2017, 03:00 PM
Clotted clouds play peek-a-boo with a shard of moon
while pale light spills 'cross graves like pools of curdled milk.
October's come 'round once more
and it's time again to put quill to skin and tell the tales good men won't speak.

Esteban has clawed free for his autumnal stroll.
His suit is moldered his hair is sparse
his flesh it flakes in a most untidy way
bones to expose to the cold night wind.

Walk with us now, if you choose, and add your voice
to our Halloween song.
Just write a verse, a poem, a song, but keep in mind two simple rules;
Halloween's the theme, even a sketchy link
and start your offering with the last word of the previous verse.

(Just when you were thinking it wasn't going to come back! I made one change to the rules for this year, instead of starting your poem with the last two letters of the entry prior, I thought it would be easier to use the entire last word. Have fun!)

Next up: verse

October 3rd, 2017, 06:45 PM
Verse, song, story or tale
why do you look so pale?

Song, story, tale or verse
oh your face is getting worse

Story, tale, verse or song
you won't be with us long

Song, verse, tale or story
my knife in your back, oh so gory.


October 3rd, 2017, 08:54 PM
gory story -
crush and grind;
crackle leaves,
shadows behind

darting left
or were they right?
tucked under beds
Halloween night


October 4th, 2017, 04:06 AM
Night slipped out of velvet shadows
exposed a moon of silver bone
rolled away the tattered clouds
across the valley of haunted stones

Demons ascended from the dark abyss
holding harps of polished bone
and gathered in the valley
in the shadow of the haunted stones

They sang a song of ancient grief
strumming harps of ivory bone
gathered from the holy tombs
covered in mossy stones

They weep for the forgotten children
sleeping in their beds of stone
swaddled in silken shrouds
that protect fragile bones

They say demons cannot cry
their hearts are made of stone
but even they are moved to tears
by these tiny bones...


October 4th, 2017, 09:10 AM
bones wired together
someone stole one as a prank
it was humerus


October 4th, 2017, 05:25 PM
humerus, fibula,
scapula-all scraping
political correction-
ghouls all vaping

fill the alleys,
trading juice;
chilling moments
'til they run loose


October 4th, 2017, 05:48 PM
loose noose
escape plan

hid in cemetery
victim's grave
grass stirs

skeletal hand
drags him down
victim's revenge


October 4th, 2017, 06:24 PM
Revenge is not my cup of tea
I prefer a stronger drink
I want to drive you insane
or at least to the very brink

I will be your midnight stalker
and I will whisper in your ear
expose all you dirty secrets
show you the real face of fear

You thought you could escape?
OH you stupid boy
you have only survived this long
because you are my toy...


October 4th, 2017, 06:46 PM
toy nativity
made spooky for Halloween
zombie madonna


Terry D
October 4th, 2017, 09:21 PM
Madonna Midnight
shadow kisses
dry lips part
for a sandy tongue

Shroud-like sheets
cocoon my struggle
REM sleep muffles
my Samhain scream

Her kiss is long
reeking deep
Awake! Awake!
Eyelids flutter

A kiss is broken
by eyes wide open
to see Madonna
in my bed

-- bed

October 4th, 2017, 09:24 PM
5 madonna (zombied)
7 gathers tatters, teetering:
5 escape monster mob


October 4th, 2017, 09:40 PM
Mob gathers before the ancient castle
gate; they shout, a face appears
and a high window
and cackles;
yet the villagers
to not cringe in fear -
they carry bazookas and
rocket launchers.

They blow a big hole
in the gate;
the face disappears.

A lonely bat flutters by.


October 5th, 2017, 04:38 PM
by old man Moore's place
I saw two men in black suits
wearing sunglasses

do not go near there
there are rumors about him
best not to gossip


October 5th, 2017, 05:04 PM
gossip, stranded-
like flames, licking, branded-
anchors where it will
-oh delight and thrill!

gossip, hangs like vines
where it intertwines
where it undermines-
feet left dangling

spag fail

Terry D
October 5th, 2017, 05:56 PM
Dangling from a dead oak's bough
is the noose what broke the neck of Eldon Howe.

Old El weren't smart like you and me
but nothin' he did deserved that tree.

He was just slow and ugly as sin
he scaird all the women and pissed off their men.

So, one night in September they came in the dark
and dragged poor old El into the park.

They whipped out their rope and rigged up a noose
and pretty soon El Howe was dead as a goose.

His body was hid out along Cloverfield Way
at least that's what I heard someone say.

The rope it was took and in a pit it was burned
so imagine our scare when the next night it returned.

We took it and cut it and hid it again
out past the clearing where Sam Codger made gin.

The next night it was back just as real as your head
and by noon the next day Sam Codger was dead.

To rid ourselves of that unnatural rope, six times we tried
but each time we did someone else up and died.

So now it's October, nearing November
and old Eldon's rope still makes us remember.

-- remember

October 5th, 2017, 07:40 PM
"Remember," they tell you, "that you are but dust"
Know, too, it is dust of a long-ago star
For each tiny molecule of the Earth's crust--
electrons and protons--has traveled quite far

So why not believe there are others out there
who question and wonder if they are alone
it's not my intention to startle or scare
Instead I suggest we embrace the unknown

That light in the sky that you saw overhead
I'm sure that you did see a real UFO
No, not an alien -- not what I said
Unidentified means that you simply don't know

I mean that there may be some others in space
not that I believe they are buzzing our town
why do you have that strange look on your face
I don't disbelieve you ... come on man, calm down


October 6th, 2017, 12:37 AM
Down the blood-spilt road
Where pumpkins stood in line
Laid a castle between
Two whomping willows
Nobody came in
Nobody came out
Souls of their guests
Dine in the attic


Phil Istine
October 6th, 2017, 09:10 AM
Attic-grown pumpkins
formed around heads
of the dead.
Trick-or-treaters wondered why
the faces looked familiar.

familiar :)

October 6th, 2017, 08:27 PM
Familiar tune that;
eerie organ music
coming from no where
and everywhere
I feel tentacles
surrounding me
my head swims
and floats
a disembodied voice
is calling me
my body is floating up
into scenes of horror
behold I scream but no sound
do I hear as I become part of the abomination
that is me.


Terry D
October 7th, 2017, 08:55 PM
Me I am

I breathe damp air into mismatched lungs
A purloined heart thuds like an ill wound clock within my foreign chest
Jig-saw bits wedded with cat-gut
ten thousand sutures itch while Father smiles down

Me I am

Self-less flesh seeking communion from Newton's priest
A morbid congregation chanting hymns in jumbled voice
Songs of pain and songs of sorrow
For death disrupted in hubric glee

Me I am

Life invades peaceful corruption
dragging tired souls back from the edge of rest
a union to form, one purpose
To kill the grinning priest. We move.

Me I am

I am We

-- we

October 9th, 2017, 07:53 PM
We call the lords of light and flames
command your power this night again
blood of bat wings, powdered rain
dust of ivory, black mold grain
pinch of nettle, pinch of newt
a single eyelash, arrowroot
monkey skull, frog skinned leg
python tongue and marmalade
winds of change blow north and south
high tide low tide rivers mouth
mother moon reveal your truth
this hallowed eve return my youth!


October 9th, 2017, 10:59 PM
for truth

spice scented

no spelling
fully felt
fool(ish)ly veldt


Terry D
October 11th, 2017, 08:42 PM
Veldt-like lies the field
Hot, dry, a place of slaughter
Zombies walk today

-- today

October 11th, 2017, 08:51 PM
Today a slain knight
new blood seeping from his wounds
a murder of crows


October 11th, 2017, 09:21 PM
Crows pick clean the bones
littering the stinking streets
left there by Zombies
who stripped away the meat

There goes a housewife
with curlers tangled in her hair
you can tell she is walking dead
by her vacant stare

Oh Look, here comes a zombie preacher
with a bible in his rotting hand
maybe he can save the damned
in this hellish land


Terry D
October 12th, 2017, 09:17 PM
Land first upon the stony head I do
and watch as the pallid man scribbles
with quill - my brother's wing? - silly runes.

He looks at me then writes some more
excited, rapt, as if I serve as an ebony muse
to his wide, white brow.

He stops
he waits for inspiration's kiss
I offer all that I can

-- nevermore

October 12th, 2017, 11:46 PM
Nevermore the dying willow blooms
beside the dry stream bed
the soil is barren, dark as blood
where the sap has bled

The Nightingale called to me
on an evening such as this
and I ran to the clearing
through a silver mist

There I saw a weeping Satyr
sitting on a granite stone
his head was bowed with grief
as he sat there all alone

where his tears touched the ground
a resurrection fern grew
until the meadow was in bloom
in every shade and hue

I slept amid the velvet ferns
and there I had a dream
about a fertile tree of life
beside a raging stream

The Satyr slept beside me
with his hand resting on my breast
and I was pressed against his side
with my head cradled on his chest

Years have passed and I tell myself
it was nothing but a dream
but I take my son to the glade
when I hear the night birds sing...


October 13th, 2017, 09:07 AM
Sing, O Muse (not THAT)
homers belong to baseball
October magic


October 13th, 2017, 12:21 PM
Magic, nay
my spells are real
simple chemicals
change DNA
sorry they turned you
into a frog
I must return to my
alas, Igor.
I meant to turn
you into the
Monster's bride.
You'll never
fit in that dress.


October 13th, 2017, 05:02 PM
Dress rehearsal begins tonight
bring your costumes, keeping insight,
the theatrical role you'll play
while on your way to Broadway.

Search the heavens for the stars
seek well beyond planet Mars,
you'll get a heavenly peek
without beholding the meek.


October 13th, 2017, 10:29 PM
meek squeak, squeal and run
o'er plaster crumbles and lath

pause, peek - chill eve fun
run 'twixt dry grass stumbles and path


October 17th, 2017, 05:17 PM
path splinters
fragments diverge
sounds in darkness
amplify urge

low to ground
back to trunk
whistling wind
nearby thunk

cautious reach
firm in fingers
ripened apple
sweetness lingers


October 18th, 2017, 03:26 AM
Lingers does the smell of freshly smoked meat
lowly hanging haze tainted and tinged silvery whisps
collect between the fragile floor boards beneath
shadows glance past the entrance doorway waiting
waiting waiting..


October 18th, 2017, 02:14 PM
Waiting for sleep
the dreamcatcher
haunts his victim
and with a flutter
of wings enters
her head nightmares


of raptors hovering
and sweeping
low as she runs
he revels
in her tossing and
turning but when she
wakes to feathers
on her bed her
screams echo
through filthy
halls of his being

He smiles.


October 18th, 2017, 03:44 PM
Smiles, furrowed with dimples
show more than pleasure, simple,
the power of a simple grin
manifests intense chagrin.

A wicked witch's travesty
when living in fantasy.


October 20th, 2017, 09:44 AM
fantasy creatures
enter our world at Samhain
trick or treat indeed


October 21st, 2017, 07:32 PM
indeed intent
branches bent,

sortie soiree
element foray,

repel dispel


October 21st, 2017, 08:53 PM
Draping branches casting shadows
she weeps and cries, but why?

People scream and people run,
but no one stops to inquire wherefore.
why should the willow cry?

But would you not despair
if everyone wailed at the sight of you?

- - you

October 24th, 2017, 05:59 PM
You, always there
you, named despair
you, capture light
and drag the innocent into night


October 24th, 2017, 06:30 PM
Night time witches wildly wane wanting Halloween again
brooms and swithes, savory leeches, precious piggies plumped and penned
moon mirrors midnight warlock call, werewolves, vampires, ghouls and trolls
cast your spells, count your crows, courtyard shadows bring horror to those
snobby and proud, fearful and vain, become the hunted for the devils' domain


October 24th, 2017, 06:54 PM
Domain of evil
beasts from hell bound, witch's brew
Halloween lingers


October 25th, 2017, 10:26 PM
lingers, chill fingers
spine tracings, unseen
breath bracings, between
rangers, dark dangers
fear facings, ravine


October 25th, 2017, 11:08 PM
Domains under the stars
tucked away in the shade of the wood;
a sign creaks in the wind, and on it are the words:
Children's Funeral Home

A little zombie groans,
a shriek echoes in reply

Fear gripping the hearts of children,
ghouls under the cover of darkness rule the night.

Like a bell in the distance,
the excitement of the night will take it's toll.

October 26th, 2017, 05:42 PM
toll good bells
your fare-the-wells,
horns heard through dense fog

organ chambers
groan life's disclaimers,
thin limbs caught in dense bog


October 26th, 2017, 11:54 PM
Bog off! You pesky kids
I don't enjoy trick or treat.
I'll put the skids under your ploy
if you haunt my street

I'll be a zombie stopper
I'll be a witch blocker
with my electrified knocker

ooh! What a shocker!

Terry D
October 27th, 2017, 01:32 PM
Shocker! Walker. Samhain rocker
portly corpse
ax in hand
looking to rejoin Uncle John's Band.

Bearded. Stoned. Zombie lead
truckin' along
happy guy
just another Grateful Undead.

-- undead

October 27th, 2017, 01:59 PM
Undead, undead! The moon is riz'!
Sing, unquiet souls this Hallows
Eve, and every one that is
To come. Bring forth the gallows.

Dim green lights on Eldritch night
Throw curses down upon the living
Shadows of our pestilential
Blight to come this evening.

"evening" ->

October 27th, 2017, 06:23 PM
evening drifts dusty mounds
hopes lost crossing grounds
as ashes or grains
as failures or stains
settling low abandoned fallows
patient weight for all hallows
innocent feet venture forth
testing fortune fellow worth
behind shear curtains
behind smile certains
lie and lurker fallow sprout
haunted aspects seeking out
*no spag points here*


October 28th, 2017, 10:27 PM
Out for Halloween night
the ghosts needed no light,
children's bright costumes
led to the tomb
of Ima Witch
down in the ditch.


October 29th, 2017, 03:32 AM
Ditch on the side of the road
over grown grasses hide secrets untold
a turn of the head a second glance
roadway trash may advance evidence second chance


October 30th, 2017, 12:39 PM
chances are
if you go out at night
you might just get a fright
or maybe just a bite
on the neck.


October 30th, 2017, 09:23 PM
neck of turtle
goosey gizzard
leaf of myrtle
scale of lizard
upon a flame of cedar wood
bubbles something that's no good
fill a bottle, stick a label
send a text to great aunt maybelle
she's the one both tall and wide
eliminating pesticide
bottles, baskets, rented booth
smiling with her wiggly tooth
run and scream, those town folk do
'til halloween sweets come through

October 31st, 2017, 04:24 PM
Through the desolate graveyard
evil vampire-bats flew,
waking the sleepy guard
Zap! No needless ado.


October 31st, 2017, 08:16 PM
ado, i did
undone, at once
up-down dark stairs, perchance
fingers claw, feet all kick
breeze blowing through long stringy hair
blindly stepping anywhere
gravity was going to win
fabric plastering to shin
as the moon shines clear this year
halloween aware - no fear
*super SPAG fail*

October 31st, 2017, 10:53 PM
Fear stink,
costume stained pink,
chains like Marley's clink

candy seekers think
there is no fink
sleep with your eyes wide open,
don't blink!


Terry D
November 1st, 2017, 03:14 PM
As we roll this year's Halloween game back into it's slot in the mausoleum wall, I want to thank everyone who participated. I think this year's crop of poetry was the best yet and I'm already looking forward to resurrecting it again next October.