Poetry competition CLOSED 7th November 2012 00:44am
WINNER
Poetryman
Poetryman
RUNNERS-UP:
skinnyjean
and J_J_Jay_Jr
HALLOWEEN
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
PAGAN / SAMHAIN or CHRISTIAN / ALL HALLOWS or FUN / SCARY
Halloween
Halloween or Hallowe'en, also known as All Hallows' Eve, is a yearly holiday observed around the world on October 31, the eve before the Western Christian feast of All Hallows. Wikipedia
Halloween or Hallowe'en (a contraction of its original title "All Hallows' Evening"),[5] also known as All Hallows' Eve,[6] is a yearly holiday observed around the world on October 31, the eve before the Western Christian feast of All Hallows. According to some scholars, All Hallows' Eve initially incorporated traditions from pagan harvest festivals and festivals honoring the dead, particularly the Celtic Samhain;[6][7][8] other scholars maintain that the feast originated entirely independently of Samhain.[9]
Typical festive Halloween activities include trick-or-treating (also known as "guising"), attending costume parties, carving pumpkins into jack-o'-lanterns, lighting bonfires, apple bobbing, visiting haunted attractions, playing pranks, telling scary stories, and watching horror films.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halloween
Submit up to 3 poems
1 new and 2 old
on any aspect of Halloween : PAGAN / SAMHAIN or CHRISTIAN / ALL HALLOWS or FUN / SCARY
all genres ok....even flash fiction 1000 words
from Kitty who dyes all Black for Halloween......
Halloween or Hallowe'en, also known as All Hallows' Eve, is a yearly holiday observed around the world on October 31, the eve before the Western Christian feast of All Hallows. Wikipedia
Halloween or Hallowe'en (a contraction of its original title "All Hallows' Evening"),[5] also known as All Hallows' Eve,[6] is a yearly holiday observed around the world on October 31, the eve before the Western Christian feast of All Hallows. According to some scholars, All Hallows' Eve initially incorporated traditions from pagan harvest festivals and festivals honoring the dead, particularly the Celtic Samhain;[6][7][8] other scholars maintain that the feast originated entirely independently of Samhain.[9]
Typical festive Halloween activities include trick-or-treating (also known as "guising"), attending costume parties, carving pumpkins into jack-o'-lanterns, lighting bonfires, apple bobbing, visiting haunted attractions, playing pranks, telling scary stories, and watching horror films.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halloween
Submit up to 3 poems
1 new and 2 old
on any aspect of Halloween : PAGAN / SAMHAIN or CHRISTIAN / ALL HALLOWS or FUN / SCARY
all genres ok....even flash fiction 1000 words
from Kitty who dyes all Black for Halloween......
Anonymous
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Salem Massachusetts
I live near Salem
the witches graveyard
people come from around the world
to enjoy Halloween in the haunted town
it's said that the witches will appear to you
won't even know they are dead
they speak too
tell stories of the time when they ruled Salem
using their witchcraft to turn you against thy neighbor
as everyone did to them
they seek only revenge for their fate
you'll see people on their knees starring into space
coughing
making strange noises
don't be afraid
that's only a test
whatever you do
do not claim them possessed
if so
you will die as they did
exactly where they did
don't believe me
see for yourself then
I live near Salem
the witches graveyard
people come from around the world
to enjoy Halloween in the haunted town
it's said that the witches will appear to you
won't even know they are dead
they speak too
tell stories of the time when they ruled Salem
using their witchcraft to turn you against thy neighbor
as everyone did to them
they seek only revenge for their fate
you'll see people on their knees starring into space
coughing
making strange noises
don't be afraid
that's only a test
whatever you do
do not claim them possessed
if so
you will die as they did
exactly where they did
don't believe me
see for yourself then
Is Dracula a Transgender Woman? Yes, and you're looking at her. Here is a poem by everybody's favorite Princess of Darkness: Me.
- Moonlight and Scarlet Stone -
A.k.a. The True Dracula
Based on some of my past-life memories…
Prologue: Halloween Symphony
Each year Halloween comes to bring back old memory,
As the season of the dead sings it’s secret symphony.
Children trick or treat dressed as they often think I did,
As lunatics and madmen use my name to cast their bid…
For attention, or destruction; so I laugh at them all thus,
I, whose name was Dracula, came before all of this fuss!
I am the truth in the fiction, the reality behind the name,
In a past age, I did unspeakable acts; I knew no shame!
They call me immortal, but only my soul can ever be such.
I have died a thousand deaths, and felt the Devil’s touch!
Only to be born again, to grow up and learn my identity…
In each life the memory returns, restoring my lost dignity.
This verse I pen so that 'ere this life comes to a final act,
The truth behind my legend is so revealed in honest fact.
Walk with me back in my mind, to a time now long dust…
To a castle where I lived, loved, and often gave in to lust!
My home is no longer a castle, a chair is now my throne.
But still I recall the old country; how the wind did moan!
In the land beyond the forests, where spirits still haunt,
And wraiths stalk the living, ever featureless and gaunt...
I was a mortal monster, but one made by my fellow man,
We all begin life innocent, before we follow another plan.
Part One: The Ruins of Poenari
Chill is the mist in the endless pines of these mountains,
Cold is the snow that coats a land where gypsies dwell.
Yet therein was my home, my castle and its’ fountains,
There was my sorrow, and the pathway leading to Hell.
Now it is summer, and the snow is not fallen on the path,
Roughly hewn, the road that leads up to the battlements.
I look below, as I climb, to see the site of ancient wrath,
Where skeletons lay on stakes, free from resentments…
Unable to again take up arms against me, they are freed.
I bid farewell to former foes, and soon I stand above all!
Master of these lands was I, when the lands did bleed…
As I took up a sword and pike, when came the holy call!
When the sultan came to claim what his greed bade him,
I met his legions with the fury of the dragon in my veins.
And though it cost me dearly, I repaid every wicked sin,
By unleashing upon the foe, one thousand terrible pains.
Poenari Castle, above where the Arges river entwines,
Was where I lost my princess, amongst watery pines…
In the river where she leapt from a high tower window,
Down to her death, where the cold waters still do flow.
The Prince of Darkness I was called, but I have a heart,
To my people I was a hero, and I strove to do my part!
Part Two: Blood for the Princess
The hearth in the castle has grown cold, once so warm…
Where my princess and I sat, talking long into the morn.
Long has it been, since my heart was as warm as the fire,
That once we tended, tenderly, filled with wanton desire.
Now darkness lies within halls once lit with bright torches,
And shadows lurk as sharply as any flame that scorches.
When an enemy arrow’s note told her that I was no more,
My princess ended her life, pushing me past Hell’s door.
For so long, I carried the battle with hate and vengeance,
But when the red haze passed, there was nothing to win!
It could not bring back my princess, not even by chance,
All the wars, and enough blood in which one might swim!
Like a princess in a river swimming without breath of life,
Those who took her life now drowned in their own strife.
Impaled in the woods, their rotten forms feeding crows…
Their blood nurturing my roses, where red beauty grows.
I spent seven years a prisoner in Hunyad Castle’s tower,
A guest of a king who so sought to bind me to his power!
In the end he gave his daughter to be my second bride…
I took her to my castle, and there for years did we abide.
The Prince of Darkness I was called, but I do have a soul,
Though always thrust into circumstances beyond control.
Part Three: The Black Dragon's Son
How I tried to conquer and overcome the agony of loss!
But it was not enough to stem the madness when alone…
Evil are the lonely hours when moonlight’s shaft will toss,
Blackest shadows upon the rough, scarlet-colored stone.
The statue of a black dragon with a cross through it I see,
Upon a pedestal from my father’s time, now given to me.
Dracula they call me, the Son of the Dragon that means…
I sit on a throne of skulls, as the moonlight palely gleams.
In other forms I existed and when Lilith walked the Earth,
I wore the wings of an angel, and was not of human birth!
But now in human flesh I walk, and shall walk once again,
Until I find my princess anew, my journey can never end.
But long after she and I descend, to our infernal paradise,
Men will speak of Dracula, and their veins will be as ice!
I will hear them from beyond and laugh, as is my whim…
Knowing secrets, unknown to all: both glorious and grim.
Today I write this in a body born in nineteen seventy-four,
My old body lies in Snogov monastery, beneath the floor.
Again I spent seven years alone, now for my bride I look,
I am the true Dracula, not the character written in a book!
The Prince of Darkness I was called, and still am this year,
Everyone's favorite bogeyman, filling faint hearts with fear.
I'm actually quite serious here, this is based on some of my actual past-life memories, just as it says in the title. And just in time for Halloween! So I hope everyone enjoys my little symphony of the night here.
- Moonlight and Scarlet Stone -
A.k.a. The True Dracula
Based on some of my past-life memories…
Prologue: Halloween Symphony
Each year Halloween comes to bring back old memory,
As the season of the dead sings it’s secret symphony.
Children trick or treat dressed as they often think I did,
As lunatics and madmen use my name to cast their bid…
For attention, or destruction; so I laugh at them all thus,
I, whose name was Dracula, came before all of this fuss!
I am the truth in the fiction, the reality behind the name,
In a past age, I did unspeakable acts; I knew no shame!
They call me immortal, but only my soul can ever be such.
I have died a thousand deaths, and felt the Devil’s touch!
Only to be born again, to grow up and learn my identity…
In each life the memory returns, restoring my lost dignity.
This verse I pen so that 'ere this life comes to a final act,
The truth behind my legend is so revealed in honest fact.
Walk with me back in my mind, to a time now long dust…
To a castle where I lived, loved, and often gave in to lust!
My home is no longer a castle, a chair is now my throne.
But still I recall the old country; how the wind did moan!
In the land beyond the forests, where spirits still haunt,
And wraiths stalk the living, ever featureless and gaunt...
I was a mortal monster, but one made by my fellow man,
We all begin life innocent, before we follow another plan.
Part One: The Ruins of Poenari
Chill is the mist in the endless pines of these mountains,
Cold is the snow that coats a land where gypsies dwell.
Yet therein was my home, my castle and its’ fountains,
There was my sorrow, and the pathway leading to Hell.
Now it is summer, and the snow is not fallen on the path,
Roughly hewn, the road that leads up to the battlements.
I look below, as I climb, to see the site of ancient wrath,
Where skeletons lay on stakes, free from resentments…
Unable to again take up arms against me, they are freed.
I bid farewell to former foes, and soon I stand above all!
Master of these lands was I, when the lands did bleed…
As I took up a sword and pike, when came the holy call!
When the sultan came to claim what his greed bade him,
I met his legions with the fury of the dragon in my veins.
And though it cost me dearly, I repaid every wicked sin,
By unleashing upon the foe, one thousand terrible pains.
Poenari Castle, above where the Arges river entwines,
Was where I lost my princess, amongst watery pines…
In the river where she leapt from a high tower window,
Down to her death, where the cold waters still do flow.
The Prince of Darkness I was called, but I have a heart,
To my people I was a hero, and I strove to do my part!
Part Two: Blood for the Princess
The hearth in the castle has grown cold, once so warm…
Where my princess and I sat, talking long into the morn.
Long has it been, since my heart was as warm as the fire,
That once we tended, tenderly, filled with wanton desire.
Now darkness lies within halls once lit with bright torches,
And shadows lurk as sharply as any flame that scorches.
When an enemy arrow’s note told her that I was no more,
My princess ended her life, pushing me past Hell’s door.
For so long, I carried the battle with hate and vengeance,
But when the red haze passed, there was nothing to win!
It could not bring back my princess, not even by chance,
All the wars, and enough blood in which one might swim!
Like a princess in a river swimming without breath of life,
Those who took her life now drowned in their own strife.
Impaled in the woods, their rotten forms feeding crows…
Their blood nurturing my roses, where red beauty grows.
I spent seven years a prisoner in Hunyad Castle’s tower,
A guest of a king who so sought to bind me to his power!
In the end he gave his daughter to be my second bride…
I took her to my castle, and there for years did we abide.
The Prince of Darkness I was called, but I do have a soul,
Though always thrust into circumstances beyond control.
Part Three: The Black Dragon's Son
How I tried to conquer and overcome the agony of loss!
But it was not enough to stem the madness when alone…
Evil are the lonely hours when moonlight’s shaft will toss,
Blackest shadows upon the rough, scarlet-colored stone.
The statue of a black dragon with a cross through it I see,
Upon a pedestal from my father’s time, now given to me.
Dracula they call me, the Son of the Dragon that means…
I sit on a throne of skulls, as the moonlight palely gleams.
In other forms I existed and when Lilith walked the Earth,
I wore the wings of an angel, and was not of human birth!
But now in human flesh I walk, and shall walk once again,
Until I find my princess anew, my journey can never end.
But long after she and I descend, to our infernal paradise,
Men will speak of Dracula, and their veins will be as ice!
I will hear them from beyond and laugh, as is my whim…
Knowing secrets, unknown to all: both glorious and grim.
Today I write this in a body born in nineteen seventy-four,
My old body lies in Snogov monastery, beneath the floor.
Again I spent seven years alone, now for my bride I look,
I am the true Dracula, not the character written in a book!
The Prince of Darkness I was called, and still am this year,
Everyone's favorite bogeyman, filling faint hearts with fear.
I'm actually quite serious here, this is based on some of my actual past-life memories, just as it says in the title. And just in time for Halloween! So I hope everyone enjoys my little symphony of the night here.
- Sylvan Silence -
A Tale of The Supernatural...
There was silence in the sylvan realm, as clouds gathered on high,
And in the primordial seas below, the ancient things did stir anew.
For sorcery was at work in the land, which rational minds oft deny,
Although such powers exist in this world; I have seen them, true!
It was in October, when I set out along an old country road alone,
Not too great a distance from the house I have long called home...
On a night with fog so thick that it seemed of astral mists created,
I found myself drawn towards a nearby park and its' grassy fields.
Not a moment did that fog lift, nor had the chill in the air abated...
But rather it grew like unto a veil, covering the air like thin shields.
And on this otherworldly eve I heard a piercing cry, inhuman shrill,
Yet I could not walk away, for there was within me a primal thrill!
Of a sudden the fog rolled back and in the misty fields I so beheld,
Shadows human in their shapes, yet ethereal in sense and form...
Enacting some scenes from another time, walking where they fell,
Playing at life as children play at growing up in some future morn!
Above them all, a shrill cry like the Banshee of ancient tales told...
Oh, what horrors must have been in those fields in bygone days!
My grandmother told me once of a woman's murder, brutal, cold...
In those very fields it took place, hid from the sun's warmer rays!
The murderers long since gone, justice long since forgotten about,
Before my birth, before my generation, the evil became a legend...
As all who walked where the death was dealt could never doubt,
Were they to see what my eyes beheld, down that country bend!
Haunted fields and spirits in the woods, such is the unseen world…
That exists past the thinnest of veils, in quiet New England towns.
Ghostly ships off the cape, with tattered sails still grimly unfurled...
And animal spirits that enjoy their hunt near native burial mounds.
I have heard tales of demon bears, things that go bump at night...
And things that defy the logic we treasure, seen with other sight.
And so, when sorcery awakens in the land and spirits rise again...
Those like me, with the gift to see, must with such things contend.
When what gods there be use their power, to make us listen well,
In the silence of sylvan meadows sing dark angels fallen from Hell.
Beautiful yet terrible, as all things from the outer darkness can be,
All this and more can await, when you have the heavy gift to see!
A Tale of The Supernatural...
There was silence in the sylvan realm, as clouds gathered on high,
And in the primordial seas below, the ancient things did stir anew.
For sorcery was at work in the land, which rational minds oft deny,
Although such powers exist in this world; I have seen them, true!
It was in October, when I set out along an old country road alone,
Not too great a distance from the house I have long called home...
On a night with fog so thick that it seemed of astral mists created,
I found myself drawn towards a nearby park and its' grassy fields.
Not a moment did that fog lift, nor had the chill in the air abated...
But rather it grew like unto a veil, covering the air like thin shields.
And on this otherworldly eve I heard a piercing cry, inhuman shrill,
Yet I could not walk away, for there was within me a primal thrill!
Of a sudden the fog rolled back and in the misty fields I so beheld,
Shadows human in their shapes, yet ethereal in sense and form...
Enacting some scenes from another time, walking where they fell,
Playing at life as children play at growing up in some future morn!
Above them all, a shrill cry like the Banshee of ancient tales told...
Oh, what horrors must have been in those fields in bygone days!
My grandmother told me once of a woman's murder, brutal, cold...
In those very fields it took place, hid from the sun's warmer rays!
The murderers long since gone, justice long since forgotten about,
Before my birth, before my generation, the evil became a legend...
As all who walked where the death was dealt could never doubt,
Were they to see what my eyes beheld, down that country bend!
Haunted fields and spirits in the woods, such is the unseen world…
That exists past the thinnest of veils, in quiet New England towns.
Ghostly ships off the cape, with tattered sails still grimly unfurled...
And animal spirits that enjoy their hunt near native burial mounds.
I have heard tales of demon bears, things that go bump at night...
And things that defy the logic we treasure, seen with other sight.
And so, when sorcery awakens in the land and spirits rise again...
Those like me, with the gift to see, must with such things contend.
When what gods there be use their power, to make us listen well,
In the silence of sylvan meadows sing dark angels fallen from Hell.
Beautiful yet terrible, as all things from the outer darkness can be,
All this and more can await, when you have the heavy gift to see!
And here is my brand new poem, just uploaded to DUP tonight in fact! It is a grand celebration of autumn, the night, and of the Samhain season in general. I call it: "Harbinger of Night"
- Harbinger of Night -
Part One: Raven of Darkness
The colors of autumn, the glow of the trees…
Red, gold, yellow, and orange: in many hues,
Delight my eyes, along with the crisp breeze.
How the wind caresses me, like a lover true!
I feel its’ hand upon my back and bosom, soft.
The leaves break beneath my feet as I walk…
And in the air I spy a black raven drifting aloft.
Oh raven dark, how much you behold and talk,
In your course voice which says nearly naught!
Some call you a death bird and fear your flight,
Yet to me there is only a comforting thought…
For you are: but one lonely harbinger of night.
There, amidst the corn, amidst the many fields,
You flit; you fly, as your eye beholds mystery.
I too am a harbinger, and to me a secret yields,
The secret of a season: truth, hidden in beauty.
Upon my heart, I can feel the pull of the color,
The power in each shade; lost shades to confer.
Part Two: Summoning Circle
Soon shall come the bats and evening sounds,
But oh how they pale before the harvest moon!
I feel the spirits as they rise, to gather around,
Shimmering like silver spun on spectral looms.
They too caress me, as did the wind just prior,
And I feel sensations that are beyond the four.
The summoning circle blazes with hottest fire!
I am in scarlet and purple of the sacred whore,
Wearing silken skirts and a black cross as well.
I am the vessel of a goddess, her voice singing!
Heaven is my dream, though reborn from Hell,
Is the spirit within me, black miracles bringing.
There, amidst the shadows, amidst the specters,
I flit; I fly, as my eye beholds things so grand…
That in lesser minds they beget evening terrors!
Such is the power waiting within the very land.
Upon my mind, I feel its’ tendrils deep sinking,
And no man can know the things I am thinking.
Part Three: Wingless Phoenix
I speak to the spirits; I speak to the night itself,
Learning of things, which I must be silent of…
And autumn’s beauty begets the night’s wealth.
For, the evening holds treasures beyond love…
Though in sensual magic, I am want to indulge.
When the second hour after midnight does fall,
The music of the night, all my very senses lull!
I can hold nothing back when I hear such a call.
And so with a lover I embrace and we create…
Worlds in the darkness, new paradises to claim!
Shameless and blameless, our appetites to sate,
In sacred passions that burn like infernal flame!
There, amidst the red glow, amidst the burning,
We flit; we fly, as our eyes behold a new dawn!
It rises like a phoenix and begets new yearning.
The vast universe will service, smile, and fawn,
Upon my countenance, for my pyre I have left!
I too am a phoenix though of wings I am bereft.
- Harbinger of Night -
Part One: Raven of Darkness
The colors of autumn, the glow of the trees…
Red, gold, yellow, and orange: in many hues,
Delight my eyes, along with the crisp breeze.
How the wind caresses me, like a lover true!
I feel its’ hand upon my back and bosom, soft.
The leaves break beneath my feet as I walk…
And in the air I spy a black raven drifting aloft.
Oh raven dark, how much you behold and talk,
In your course voice which says nearly naught!
Some call you a death bird and fear your flight,
Yet to me there is only a comforting thought…
For you are: but one lonely harbinger of night.
There, amidst the corn, amidst the many fields,
You flit; you fly, as your eye beholds mystery.
I too am a harbinger, and to me a secret yields,
The secret of a season: truth, hidden in beauty.
Upon my heart, I can feel the pull of the color,
The power in each shade; lost shades to confer.
Part Two: Summoning Circle
Soon shall come the bats and evening sounds,
But oh how they pale before the harvest moon!
I feel the spirits as they rise, to gather around,
Shimmering like silver spun on spectral looms.
They too caress me, as did the wind just prior,
And I feel sensations that are beyond the four.
The summoning circle blazes with hottest fire!
I am in scarlet and purple of the sacred whore,
Wearing silken skirts and a black cross as well.
I am the vessel of a goddess, her voice singing!
Heaven is my dream, though reborn from Hell,
Is the spirit within me, black miracles bringing.
There, amidst the shadows, amidst the specters,
I flit; I fly, as my eye beholds things so grand…
That in lesser minds they beget evening terrors!
Such is the power waiting within the very land.
Upon my mind, I feel its’ tendrils deep sinking,
And no man can know the things I am thinking.
Part Three: Wingless Phoenix
I speak to the spirits; I speak to the night itself,
Learning of things, which I must be silent of…
And autumn’s beauty begets the night’s wealth.
For, the evening holds treasures beyond love…
Though in sensual magic, I am want to indulge.
When the second hour after midnight does fall,
The music of the night, all my very senses lull!
I can hold nothing back when I hear such a call.
And so with a lover I embrace and we create…
Worlds in the darkness, new paradises to claim!
Shameless and blameless, our appetites to sate,
In sacred passions that burn like infernal flame!
There, amidst the red glow, amidst the burning,
We flit; we fly, as our eyes behold a new dawn!
It rises like a phoenix and begets new yearning.
The vast universe will service, smile, and fawn,
Upon my countenance, for my pyre I have left!
I too am a phoenix though of wings I am bereft.
"Halloween Knight"
This Halloween I fear the coming of your light
By day I am filled with a darkness black as night
His shadow clouds my eyes to see your face no more
For I'll never be your Knight in shining armor
When all the Saints arrived my demons lurked within
With their number marching, did Valentine sneak in?
Is he a myth like the archer angel Cupid?
Tempting Amour, how could I have been so stupid?
For this Queen, the battle was never mine to fight
Like the Quasi fool, I'm dubbed All Hallows Eve Knight
Seeking sweetness behind each good door where I knock
Only to be handed grief as hard as a rock
You celebrate the anniversary of life
While a wish is made to bring me a deadly knife
Carving the pumpkin and removing all its seeds
Unlike Jack's hollowed head, my empty heart still bleeds
jj
This Halloween I fear the coming of your light
By day I am filled with a darkness black as night
His shadow clouds my eyes to see your face no more
For I'll never be your Knight in shining armor
When all the Saints arrived my demons lurked within
With their number marching, did Valentine sneak in?
Is he a myth like the archer angel Cupid?
Tempting Amour, how could I have been so stupid?
For this Queen, the battle was never mine to fight
Like the Quasi fool, I'm dubbed All Hallows Eve Knight
Seeking sweetness behind each good door where I knock
Only to be handed grief as hard as a rock
You celebrate the anniversary of life
While a wish is made to bring me a deadly knife
Carving the pumpkin and removing all its seeds
Unlike Jack's hollowed head, my empty heart still bleeds
jj
"Seasons Fall"
Each night underneath the moon
Imagining your hand holding mine
Every sublime summer afternoon
Walking together in the sunshine
I want to see the color of your skies
After a breeze makes the clouds depart
Skies I see in your wide blue open eyes
Reflected back from within your heart
The flame within the orange orb
This candle waits for the birthday cake
Burning brighter than fireworks in the Park
On Tuesdays hot summer night by the lake
The hollow headed monster rides once more
Headless maybe, but not nearly a heartless soul
The Halloween Knight torched the sleeping lore
To write of love buried deep in his fiery hole
Each innocent thought I think of you
Betrays me and I want your raw desire
Every time you speak I see your lips
And taste my lonely heart’s raging fire
I’ve been looking back into the past
To find the love hidden forever after
Been listening for whispers at speeds too fast
To hear you cry the sound of passions laughter
Every cold, rainy morning
I want to hold you and entwine
This Ogre’s dream you are adorning
Wrapped tightly together, we combine
I can’t write words with passion enough
To express feelings moving within my heart
Surging with softness pretending to be tough
All the while knowing it’s time for us to part
Standing beneath a hot shower this morn
Loosening muscles stiff from stillness and cold
With no one to share warmth this life is forlorn
Hard porcelin walls grown over with mold
Seasons fell while I slept last night
I awoke to snow layered on the dying red leaves
The first fall in Fall made the colors turn white
Cold air surrounds me unlike the blanket snow weaves
In a winter night’s snowfall
The snow reflects the ambient light
Listen, You can hear them fall
The beats of my heart, in the quiet night
While walking to work it fell
With crunching beneath each step that I took
A cutting north wind felt colder than Hell
Lost in the snow squal where no one will look
JJ
(both this poem and the previous, "Halloween KNight" were written for a woman I loved most deeply and most unrequitedly, born on Halloween, 1966) jj
Each night underneath the moon
Imagining your hand holding mine
Every sublime summer afternoon
Walking together in the sunshine
I want to see the color of your skies
After a breeze makes the clouds depart
Skies I see in your wide blue open eyes
Reflected back from within your heart
The flame within the orange orb
This candle waits for the birthday cake
Burning brighter than fireworks in the Park
On Tuesdays hot summer night by the lake
The hollow headed monster rides once more
Headless maybe, but not nearly a heartless soul
The Halloween Knight torched the sleeping lore
To write of love buried deep in his fiery hole
Each innocent thought I think of you
Betrays me and I want your raw desire
Every time you speak I see your lips
And taste my lonely heart’s raging fire
I’ve been looking back into the past
To find the love hidden forever after
Been listening for whispers at speeds too fast
To hear you cry the sound of passions laughter
Every cold, rainy morning
I want to hold you and entwine
This Ogre’s dream you are adorning
Wrapped tightly together, we combine
I can’t write words with passion enough
To express feelings moving within my heart
Surging with softness pretending to be tough
All the while knowing it’s time for us to part
Standing beneath a hot shower this morn
Loosening muscles stiff from stillness and cold
With no one to share warmth this life is forlorn
Hard porcelin walls grown over with mold
Seasons fell while I slept last night
I awoke to snow layered on the dying red leaves
The first fall in Fall made the colors turn white
Cold air surrounds me unlike the blanket snow weaves
In a winter night’s snowfall
The snow reflects the ambient light
Listen, You can hear them fall
The beats of my heart, in the quiet night
While walking to work it fell
With crunching beneath each step that I took
A cutting north wind felt colder than Hell
Lost in the snow squal where no one will look
JJ
(both this poem and the previous, "Halloween KNight" were written for a woman I loved most deeply and most unrequitedly, born on Halloween, 1966) jj
Anonymous
Happy Halloween?
“Things just don't seem right
out here on my street tonight
Is nighttime always this black?
maybe it's time I headed back....
Before I bump into something creepy
or put my hand on something leaky
Hope I don't meet up with a spider
oh, if only it were brighter!
Maybe I really am too young to be out here alone.
why didn't I stay at home!
What are those footsteps and shuffling sounds?
whose hands are twisting my head around?
I hear voices! Can barely make out the words…
Who's that! What?!! My mask’s on backwards?!!!
Me? No Mom, I didn't scream,
I was just hollering, Happy Halloween!!!”
“Things just don't seem right
out here on my street tonight
Is nighttime always this black?
maybe it's time I headed back....
Before I bump into something creepy
or put my hand on something leaky
Hope I don't meet up with a spider
oh, if only it were brighter!
Maybe I really am too young to be out here alone.
why didn't I stay at home!
What are those footsteps and shuffling sounds?
whose hands are twisting my head around?
I hear voices! Can barely make out the words…
Who's that! What?!! My mask’s on backwards?!!!
Me? No Mom, I didn't scream,
I was just hollering, Happy Halloween!!!”
Happy Samhain
There are nights when wolves in silence remain
and only the moon howls, it is the Samhain.
Nights in which magic is supreme queen,
ancestral creatures walk beside the unawares living.
Ancient pagan traditions and old beliefs
coexist with the mundane and those who disbelieve.
Witches cautiously summon the elemental powers
to protect themselves at the thirteenth hour,
because this evening promises many events
that punish the subconscious with terrifying moments.
The night can make the ephemeral into something eternal
and ethereal is easily mistaken for something corporeal.
The ghosts return to walk among men,
and old demons delight in bedeviling them.
They enjoy creating havoc wherever they roam
this is their time, the darkness’s time.
The season of Samonios,
has always been nemesis of the dawn
feared since time immemorial
by humans one and all.
Happy Samhain.
Gypsy Red
