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Halloween Poetry

Original Poetry an...

By By: Cindy Tevis

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Happy Halloween ! A new poem to read.

graphic by: alicia patrick

By Cindy Tevis

THE FUN HOUSE

Standing in a dark space with creeping things around
Spiders crawling in the corner, black cats crouching down

Potions bubble
Smoldering trouble
It's time to get out
On the double!

Scary places, distorted faces
You run and something behind you chases

No way out, you hit a wall
Fall to the ground and begin to crawl

You see the light begin to shine
Just as you were to about to whine

Feeling relief embrace your soul
Getting out alive is your goal

As you flee you lose your shoe
Who cares, you say
I am THROUGH!

Another Wonderful Poem by Steven Curran

graphic by: xxreaperskissxx

Vampire Coffee


With stretching arms and a big long yawn
And habitually avoiding the sun
He looked around and thought aloud
Something other than blood would be fun...

So he thought and thought and thought some more
And now he could not wait
Its warm and sweet and so very delicious
A coffee would be great...

But before he left to get his treat
Something inside him was not quite right
Could he leave his home without first drinking blood
And still control his ferocious bite...

That settles it as he shut the door
And made his way across town
I'm doing so well and what are the odds
There isn't a soul around...

At last he arrived at "Joe's Coffee Shoppe"
Read the sign hung above the door
As he made his way in and carefully got on
The line that wrapped 'round the floor...

He could not believe at this time of night
So many others wanted coffee too
For the taste of their blood tortured him now
They would run if they had but a clue...

His mind had strayed then finally his turn to order his wish
With flickering eyes that feared certain doom
Just concentrate on why you've come
And how you'll be safe at home soon...

Inches away from his neck and instinctively driving him mad
His bloodlust substantially grew
And suddenly snapped back from his breaking point
Only to realize he was being spoken to...

Welcome my friend and what can I get ya
How bout a nice cup of joe he said
He gulped and tensed up as sweat ran down his face
I'll just have some coffee instead...

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All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009

Steven Curran Poetry

graphic by: poison_ivy

Last night on September 19, 2009 at around midnight I just walked outside and looked up at the sky. The air was brisk and the sky was as black as can be and I just stood there and took a deep breath. When I went back inside this poem wrote itself in a matter of minutes. Most of them take some thought; in this case it just jumped out of the pencil. Dark would be an understatement for this poem. Perhaps a psychological journey into the depths of a place that should not be disturbed. Only when it was complete did I realize the significance of its meaning; and may I say as to not worry anyone, this is in no way shape or form reflective of me. This is strictly artistic interpretation. Our story comes to life...


Another Place


Its shadow grim
Befalls the trees
As graceful as the sky
With mind devoid of afterthought
No concept of alive...

To walk a sleepless life alone
But never in its mind
Detached from all the why and when
And always finds its prize...

Naught words to speak
Or sound to hear
Cannot feel a thing
For love and hate and body and fear
Twisted into sin...

Another song of children crying
Pattern connected random noise
Filter into screams of rage
Expire long before...before...before...

Before the hairs upon its arm
And lines on fingertips
Eyes so blue and dull with pain
Not a word could hold its lips...

Steps are short now
The calling is from inside
To finally touch the hand of faith
And leave it all behind...

All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009

HALLOWEEN ELVES

graphic by: gothkytten

Halloween Elves
By" Cindy Tevis

Working loyally all year long
To this elite group do we belong

Brushes, paint, and stitchery
Complete with all the witchery

Santa's elves have nothing on us
The red and green and all that fuss

It’s orange and black that does us right
And on October 31 we'll all take flight

You’ll see our brooms fly though the air
Dropping our goodies here and there

Black cats, bats and JOL’s
The kinds of things that’ll make you yell

It’s Halloween hip hip hooray!
Our very best'est favorite day!

Never too old!

(graphic by blackhappiness22)

By Cindy Tevis

It's the big night once again
now you don't need to pretend
That you are to old for this fun!

Dress up and go knocking
at the doors you'll be stopping
getting treats from everyone!

So they want to look under
your mask, and they wonder
how old of kid you must be.

Let them be nosy and bold
You know that you're not too old!
after all, your a mere ninety-three.

# 4 by Steven Curran

Here is another eagerly awaited Steven Curran poem.
Thank you Steven for sharing with us!


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If It Were October


If it were October the whole year round
Would you really miss the snow that invasively abounds?
Ten below zero and the noisy scraping plows
White blankets of death smother the ground; no life devoid of sounds...

And if it were October all year round
Could you do without the rain and the flowers that will bloom?
The allergies and bumblebees
Such stinging and sniffling gloom...

Still if it were October all year round
Are you gonna miss the sun so hot; waves crashing on the shore?
Your skin so red you'd wished you were dead
More aloe you frantically implore...

Well the snow is very mesmerizing
To the eyes a wondrous treat
But I do prefer the frosted ground
To crunch beneath my feet...

And the rain can be dispiriting
For one who cannot see
Through the gothicly dark and macabre mind's eye
Of one as nefarious as me...

As the sun it shines so brightly
Many love to feel its glow
But with skin so fair and a taste for rare
Rather it blood than rays that flow...

Stentorian thunder exploding
Veins of lightning no longer secrete
Harvest moon is full and showing
Screaming autumnal apogee...

Imprinted doom of evil
Lurking shadows across the land
Upon the souls of the persnickety
Demons dancing hand in hand...

And when the night grows silent
Brushing darkness upon your face
The veil debarring those departed
Once again will be erased...

For caramel apples are toothsome
And the drives way out east
The patches of pumpkins such an inviting orange
For my eyes a visual feast...

Bonfires at night as we sit in the woods
Awaiting the next big fright
Ghost stories are told with the utmost of terror
For my ears a melodic delight...

Mother earth for she has shifted
Wave the wand darkness falls early hour
You'd best nod with respect take not nature in neglect
Dare not tempt light or dark witch's power...

As the cauldron is lit and brewing
The candle's flame we stare to see
Spells once told as fiction or old
Thaumaturgy as real as can be...

The lines are drawn the prints are torn
Volition decreed 'till the end
For there's no conundrum as to where I belong
If it were October again...



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All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009
Except of course for Santa Claus and "The Great Pumpkin."

Steven's poetry #3!

Third in the series
By Steven Curran



The Rose Calamity


Have you ever really looked
At a boquet of roses
The eyes and the ears
The mouths and the noses...

For when you do buy them
They are pretty my friend
But has anyone ever told you
What takes place start to end...

They are put in a vase
That is filled half with water
And herein the beginning
Of all the disorder...

At first they stand straight
Seen by the naked eye
But can you see their legs and arms
Oh no, its no lie...

They reach out to choke
The other one's stem
With the most pompous of attitudes
They could never be friends...

It's a fierce competition
To see who can last
And the ones that wilt over
To the nether so do pass...

For the last rose is standing
All others have died
And to her mighty glory
An ill-fated surprise...

In short time comes the human
With outstretching hands that thrash
Firm grip upon the roses
Snatched up in a flash...

And for a brief moment
If that rose only knew
What was considered victorious
Was a farce through and through...

Thrown away to the garbage
Together laid to rest
And the biggest lesson learned
Interdependence or death...

Next time they will work
Together as one
To escape the evil vase
And RUN RUN RUN...



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All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009

TRICK OR TREAT US RIGHT!

We have much more from Steven coming up soon, but I had to post my newest poem.
A little Halloween Enthusiast Humor
A new one from me.


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TRICK OR TREAT US RIGHT!
By: Cindy Tevis

Hidden from view
Dark, and spooky
Is the world of a few
Just a little kookie

It’s the land of Halloween

Others can’t comprehend
Even though they pretend
To show interest
In this world that we’ve found

We can’t imagine a life
Without Pumpkins and spiders
Candy corn treats
and hot apple cider

Breathing the black
The orange, and white
Never harming a soul
Or causing a fright

Just leave us to our little town

But when October comes by
They all want to fly
Over to our side of sanity

We are the best folks around
When Halloween parties abound
Which serves as a boost to our vanity

Just treat us right
Or this Halloween night
You may get a big revelation

Instead of inviting you
To our big event
You may be our new decoration!

2nd in the Steven Curran Poetry Series

This poem is about a boy named Steven (go figure...;) who once each year during the very blessed season of autumn would collect three of his most favorite leaves. Always one red, one gold, and one yellow. And he would put these leaves in a jar sealed tightly upon his shelf. And during the other eleven months of the year before bedtime he would hold his jar, close his eyes, and imagine all the beautiful colors that once surrounded him and made him happy. And it was always around June or July that he would run out of patience and beg his very dear friend Mr. Tree to allow more of those beautifully colored leaves to fall to the ground. And it was always around that time that his Mom would remind him that just like she sought the best for him as well did nature have a Mommy that knew what was best for it. Mother Nature of course. Our story comes to life…

(graphic by: Alecia Patrick)

A Jar Filled With Leaves


He simply did adore it
That jar upon his shelf
He had not much friendship
Just his thoughts and himself…

No one understood him
What he held in his hand
A piece of his heart and soul
Under a tree it would land…

Mr. Tree was his companion
Always so steadfast and true
But when all the leaves were only green
Was when he felt most blue…

So each day ‘till that time
To see those colors did he care
He’d stand underneath his one good friend
And throw his leaves in the air…

Oh please Mr. Tree
Catch the leaves that I threw
And make more just like them
Red, gold, and yellow...

And he waited and waited and waited
But no leaves had come down
For nature has a Mommy too
And soon she’ll come around…

But for now I can only look at
Those memories stashed away
And close my eyes and dream about
A magical October day…

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All contributed content © Steven Curran 2009

Poetry: Featuring Steven Curran

Some of you may know him better as "Haunted Hayride"
Steven Curran is very good at expressing his passion for Halloween through his poetry.
His poems read like wonderful children's stories. I will post one per week, so you can savor each one.
I'll post them exactly as he sent them to me, with his preludes intact.


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This is a poem I wrote about a young boy who discovered that what he liked, and what made him real and alive on the inside was engulfed in Halloween and everything to do with October. And with the help of an older Witch, who saw the child she yearned to be once more in his eyes, our story comes to life...




Pumpkin Smile

As a child I longed to find
A reason to exsist
That certain sight or unique sound
To fill my heart with bliss….

Then one day I took to notice
At a house I’d never been
Perched upon the home’s front porch
A glowing orange pumpkin

And out of my daze
I could not believe standing there before me
A woman that stood with chocolate brown eyes
That said “you too see darkness as beauty.”

Then she turned and pointed
To what Id stared at all that while
“Why your just like me, were not quite them
For you have a pumpkin smile…”

A pumpkin smile?
“Yes, a pumpkin smile!”
But what and how, I’m merely a child
“For In darkness lies beauty, I’ll explain to you why...”

Ever wonder how the spirits fly
With the moon so bright
Through the brisk autumn sky

When the ghosts bump the night
And you try to hide
But still feel their fright

All the colors of fall
Reds golds and yellows
The sight of them all

The smell of the air
A crisp October night
Close your eyes and beware

The cackle of witches
The screams of night
12 dozen black roses
What a ghoulish sight

The candle that burns
In a dark lonely place
The bite of the vampire
As for blood not a trace

The mummy is coming
In the graveyard we sit
The magik is brewing
For the cauldron is lit

And the caramel drips from the apple so yummy
The sweet candycorn so good in my tummy

And if nightime appeals you
Haunted hay rides in the dark
Then October 31st
Has upon you left its mark

"So you see I’ve explained it
My sweet unique child
Embrace who you are
And your enchanted pumpkin smile!"
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All contributed content © Steven Curran 2009

My Kind of Town

I wish I lived in Halloween
It is where I belong
Old Scary movies on TV
All the whole year long

Costume parties every night
Around each corner a new fright
Decorations to delight
Creatures glowing in blacklight

If I could just find this place
I would never leave
C. Tevis

Oh Yeah.... Halloween

Cauldrons of treats
Too much to eat
Door bell dongs
Trick or treat songs
Kids cover the street
Families meet
The time of year
We have nothing to fear
Having some fun
Before the night’s done
Simply Halloween
C. Tevis

Autunm Breeze

Listen to the crow caw
Feel the Autumn Breeze
Let the season draw you in
Soon comes Winter's freeze
C. Tevis

Fairy Miracles

Do you believe in things unseen?
Miracles you can't explain?
Have you ever heard the fluttering of wings?
Felt a softness on your skin as if caressed by a breeze?
Thought you heard soft music playing?
Smelled a heavenly fragrance in the air?
Have you ever had an overwhelming feeling
of love when alone?
Felt a new burst of energy when you
couldn't take another step?
If not, I assure you if you lay your cares and worries aside,
and for a moment be a part of all creation
you will find there just may be a fairy nearby.

Sherry Byrum
Byrum Art

Darkness

This is my submission for a challenge in SEHA (along with a little art work) for May. So it's a sneak peek, so to say.




Deep in the woods, cauldrons bubble
Witches screech as they're stirring up trouble
Dark Fairies quiver around the flames
Reciting all of their enemies names

The moon glows red with fury and fright
While peering down on this ominous sight
Bad things happen out in the deep
Dark, dark woods while we are asleep

Snug at home in our nice little beds
With pleasant dreams filling our heads
If we only knew what evil abounds
In the darkest corners of our little towns

We must only hope that our sacred names
Are not being chanted around those flames
Sleep well, sleep well through the hours of darkness
The sun will shine soon and in all of it's starkness

The creatures will go back to their shadowy world
And we'll not be aware of the strife they've unfurled
C. Tevis

HALLOWEEN by Breeze

In the deep of the night
when the covens are bare
hags on broom sticks
flit through the air

Where the depths of the sewers
dismiss their odorous crew
the green slimey ghouls
come out then too

When the other side
can't hold them in
the spirits of the ages
come back again

And all rule the earth
all can be seen
in the light of the full moon
on dark Halloween

Breeze

Thanks you Breeze! My stew is brewing now!

Check out her blog for more wonderful poems
CLICK HERE To go to Breeze Daze

Halloween Is Here by Claire!

Halloween is here
When ghosts and ghouls appear
Black cats and witches come out at night
And sail on broomsticks in full flight!

Claire Hughes

See her blog: Clairedulalune
My first poem entry and prize winner! Congrats Claire! Great poem too!

Light's Out!

Gusting wind, and dark, dark skies
Cheshire smiles and glowing eyes
Creeping things are all around
Your deepest fears are what you've found
Inside your soul, you want to scream
But, it's Ok it's Halloween!

Stopping at each lighted porch
Holding dear your flashlight torch
Knock on the door, it'll be alright
You must enjoy this magic night
For soon the chimes will strike eight
Then you'll sadly meet your fate

It's down the street and home you go
With your mask and bag in tow
In bed, and ready to take a bite
Mother says "Turn out the light"
. . . "enough excitement for one night"

C. Tevis

Sleepy Days

The rustle of dry leaves under your feet

The distant smell of fire

How warmth feels when it's leaving the air

Our days are growing tired

Rally in the season

Enjoy it 'till the end

Capture the feeling

It's Halloween once again!

C. Tevis

My Favorite Night

Listen to the cauldron bubble

Hear the distant cackles

Witches flying overhead

Ghosts below in shackles

Little spooks and goblins conjuring up fright!

I'm so glad it's Halloween

It's my favorite night!
C. Tevis

Orange Soldiers

Ever grinning, shining bright

Lit within by candle light

from our porches they are seen

Orange soldiers of Halloween

Always watchful in the night

To guard us form an awful fright!

C. Tevis

The Spooky House

Walk up to a spooky house

Being quiet as a mouse

Feel the hair rise on your back

As you walk into the black

You run and try to open the door

But it won't open anymore

You try the window, but it's stuck tight

You know you won't survive the night

All you wanted was a treat

Your mortal fate is what you meet

If you make it through this fright

You'll stick with houses that have a light.

C. Tevis

The Experience

Walking down a dark street

Lit with candle flame

Knocking on a strange door

Being asked your name

Creatures roaming everywhere giving you a fright!

Oh it must be Halloween

The very best'est night.

C. Tevis

Halloween Memories

Memories of days gone by

Jack O Lanterns glowing

Trick or treaters everywhere

With pure excitement showing

Friends and family gather 'round

Party times then abound

These are things that we hold dear

Building memories year by year


C. Tevis