Calling Out All Of The Monsters 2019!! { Halloween Comp}

 

Where shadows find a peaceful home
to twist through frightful trees.
There spirits evil likely roams
who stirs the icy breeze.
Forms silhouette the pale night sun
and steal a stray moonbeam.
Anticipating this journey done
they sing and laugh and scream.
A starry map to be their guide
like a snow flaked pool of pitch.
Joined with others along the ride
are pets as such each witch.
Creepy spider, screechy bat
and bumpy wart filled toad.
A clawing hissing inky cat
on the back of brooms they rode.
Jack-o-lanterns circle round
a sacred clearing in the woods.
Sisters one by one touch the ground
near poison hemlock stood.
More and more came devil brides
in black leather, silks and lace.
To join with covens nationwide
around a cauldron they embraced.
The fire stoked they cast their spell
conjured potions and a charm.
Made a vile brew in taste and smell
like the dew of underarm.
For once a year once a night
once the dawn has come.
They’re once again out of sight
at once there where they’re from.
Innocent youth find them out
donned in mask and dress disguised.
Summon with the words they shout
nay witch shall be surprised.
Tis a Halloweens trick or treat
that hangs thick with magic air.
Feast well the sour and the sweet
and expect a little scare.

  
Hello, dear friends, it’s Fashionista Time!
My favorite holiday, and now it’s hers.  
For Tig, her first, that cutest pixie mime:  
A wish - to be like Mom, my little girl’s.  
   
I’ve shown what Halloween is all about.  
We’re in a Target at the costume racks,  
To choose the one to wear when we go out  
With scary look, wax teeth & candy sack?  
   
I’ve given Tig carte blanche, no cost is spared.  
She roams b’twix the hobgoblins & ghosts,    
And finds a shelf with masks & isn’t scared  
To grin & pick the one she wants the most.  
   
She points: a plastic pumpkin for the sweets,    
The clerk rings up two nickels & two fives.  
Then right away we head out to the streets,  
The smell of rain!, just then the bus arrives.  
   
We’re back at home preparing for the night,  
By my front door the bowls of candy there.  
I check the Target bag, this can’t be right:  
Is this all that I bought at Herald Square?  
   
A happy tiger mask??, ain’t that the most!  
She isn’t any bride of Frankenstein,  
Or Kermit frog, and not a Casper ghost!  
With Singer, sewed a cotton sheet & twine.  
   
The light of day is fading, Tig’s all set:  
A ghostly vision of a sparkle cat.  
We go downstairs, the grass & trees are wet,  
A tie-dyed rainbow showing off its tats.  
   
My daughter dances gigg’ling down a street    
Her head is full of Skittles, JuJuBees!  
To trick someone to give her favorite treat,  
Try Abazaba, Look, or Milk Duds, please!  
   
No apples, kale or figs - my FYI,  
Nor vegan substitutes with nuts and soy.  
You don’t know what you’re doing if you try,  
My Tig won’t stand for any other ploy.  
   
A muskrat, tomcat, straw hat play nearby,  
They’re trading booty while I keep the score.  
I hear a shout, my mouth starts to go dry,  
It sounds like Tig & coming from next door.  
   
And here she comes full tilt, almost a blur  
She’s chasing down a senior, someone’s dad.  
It IS my Tig shape-shifted with striped fur;  
I love my sweet-toothed cub she sure is mad.  
   
You leave that one alone, too old for you!  
“But Mom, he gave persimmons with a worm!”  
 I warned you of the old, too hard to chew!  
“I haven’t reached my Mars bar quota yet!”  
   
Now Tig we had our fun you got your sweets;  
Too much of a good thing becomes a pain.  
Let’s go get fries & burgers, it’s my treat,  
Since In-N-Out in Queens it’s not the same!

I couldn’t brew a soft spot
even when the water touches the bag in the coffee pot
Never wet or soggy to loves regrets
I have no feelings
Frigid cold
weather proof
Fool proof
No fears
Spook proof
  But when the 31st comes
Around
I go and hide
From the Candyman
Flames in my eyes
Coming from the furnice in my heart
This sex is blood art
He wants my treats and will do anything to trick me
So I can lay up in the sheets
Backseat
Bench seat
Concrete
He’s a beast within a beast
He’ll even take it on my monthly
Under the twilight
He’ll suck the sin from my neck
I can’t help but to scream
Candyman
That’s twice
I hate this time of year
I tried to call for my soul to be saved
But no phone was near
A puddle full of lies I’m standing in
Sanguine brown tinged blood
Smeared across the path of escape
It was obscured by his shadow
There he was behind me
Stop!
I was tormented by red sin
Every Halloween I would let him in
Falling for his tricks in the light
He was charming
In the darkness he was the devil
I was his darling
My tongue spewed out his name Candyman
The fight couldn’t be settled between
My mind and body
I hated Halloween my flesh was a commodity for him
After that night for 30 days I wasn’t spook proof
I would contemplate emptying my mind off of the roof
For the next 331 days I would pretend my heart was a bulletproof vest and my mind i’d keep in a kennel for sanity
     Because
Every time I sat down at my vanity
I would see the reflection of hell in my eyes
My mouth whispering
Ears,
It’s just a matter of time
Before you become a sacrifice again
Covered in Oudem