On Halloween Night

On Halloween night they say there is
Curses, creatures and souls beyond the grave
Come to curse, haunt our world
To fill us with dread
To terrorize us to death
Creatures creep along silently
Until you feel the cold chill in the air
Or the feeling you are being watch
Curses rage more at this time of year
Be wary of what goes bump in the night
Watch your back for these Halloween creatures
Never know what to except on Halloween night

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Another Poem Published on Spillwords For Halloween Week

Spillwords is have having ’13 Days of Halloween’, starting next week. I submit a few Halloween poems and got two selected. The second poem is was posted this day early. The poem for today that is being featured is my Halloween Night poem. Click here to view at Spillwords.com: http://spillwords.com/halloween-night/. Also due to overwhelming publication, my poem Witch’s Stew Brew will be featured on regular publication. Will post when it will be available. Happy Happy Halloween tomorrow!!

One Vampire’s Way Of Feeding

He caresses neck gently with pale fingers
His victim is held in dreamy trance
He speaks words so smoothing
Before he takes his nightly meal
He tilt her head to one side
As delicately not to ruin blood flow
He brings his mouth upon her bare skin
He inhales her sent of blood
He kisses gently before he begins
Opens his mouth; pointed fangs spring to life
Sharp as nails when stabbed, they puncture skin
He sucks and sucks as much as he needs
Until he hears the heart goes faint
He stops; gently lays his victim down
Speaks hypnotizing words in her ears
She will not remember this night
He wipes blood from his mouth
Looks around the still dark night
He melts back into shadows from where he came

Portrait of A Wicked Witch

A pointed hat

Big and black to proportion

A black gown

To hide tricks within

Crooked old dusty broom

To ride the air waves in the sky

A black trusty cat by one side

Old worn heavy double lock spell book

To cast any spells as needed

Bring out cauldron to stir some brew

Speak in croaky voice

And cackle with loud laugh

Wrinkle skin old with wear

You might see wart on end of nose

Wrap this all together

And what do you get

Why a portrait of an old wicked witch

Haunted House

Step into the haunted house if you dare.
Are you ready for a big scare.
Darkness enfolds as you head down hall.
Out pops a hand trying to make you fall.
Screams are heard up ahead.
You hope they will not end up dead.
Your group huddles closer as you go in deeper.
Up ahead there is a frightening jailer keeper.
Zombies pop out around a corner.
A light flicks; chainsaw starts to roar; oh the horror.
Almost to the end; you see the light.
But, a scary clown is giving you a fright.
You made to end; you catch your breath at last.
Your friends and you had a scary good blast.

Poem Published on Spillwords For Halloween Week

Spillwords is have having ’13 Days of Halloween’, starting next week. I submit a few Halloween poems and got two selected. The second poem I will post in separate post. This poem for today that is being featured is my Werewolf poem. Click here to view at Spillwords.com: http://spillwords.com/warewolf/. LOL, that they link is misspelled.

Candy Sorting

Dump pumpkin pail contents on floor
Candy cascades out one after another
Pail empty there is no more
Now to sort with care
One Milkway goes here
A Recees Cup goes over there
Bag of MMs put over to this side
Discard Snickers bar into reject pile
Parents will take those later
Add Almond Joys to discard too
Three Musketeers bar place in own pile.
Found another place them together
Sorting through Halloween candy is fun
Now which one will I decide to eat first