Halloween Poetry (4) October 31, 2o15

Sadly, I didn't get the idea to post my Halloween poetry until . . . well . . . a couple of hours ago. But here are 4 poems that I've written over the years that have Halloween themes. Enjoy.

By Darkness

 

We who choose to live by darkness

spend our nights nailing shadows to the walls,
creating curtains thick and gray for covering the windows
so neither light of day or night can force itself upon us.

 

I grasp at thin threads of cobweb hovering above

my head. They silently swing back and forth. One bare
bulb dully lights the narrow hallway; it also sways
but like a hangman’s noose waiting for a neck.

 

The shag carpet in the living room licks at my sandals.

My knee clicks a bit when I walk. I took a fall last winter
on the black-ice in the parking lot. I don’t think about it
much. In fact I don’t think much about much at all.

 

We who choose to live by darkness

sleep without a thought for dreaming.
We seldom fantasize. We shut our eyes
and pray the monster never find us.
Woodie  4-26-12 (rewrites o6-1o-12)

The Wer

 

I

 

Light a candle by the alter

Keep the darkness black and vile
At a distance do not falter
Shepard guard your wayward sheep
Mothers tend your children’s sleep
On pad foot through the midnight hollow
The Wer casts forth its savage shadow

 

II

An eyeless moon pale and somber
The devil’s tongue red and burning
Lights its way while you slumber
The stars a torch that stokes the fire
The smell of human fear, desire
Wets its wanton appetite
Its lust for flesh unsatisfied

 

III

In deep despair and dark illusion
‘Twixt the night and blink of day
Hide the seeds of hearts’ confusion
Gnarled fangs dripping, craving
The sweeter blood of virtue waning
Weakened by those fiendish jaws
Death grips the soul in silent awe

 

IV

And spirits brave quake and shiver
‘Neath the heavy cloak of honor
Ghastly, pallid chills delivered
By the gentle click of talons
‘Gainst the fragile windowpane
The end of childhood close at hand
When The Wer stalks the land 
Woodie 11-26-o5

I love Halloween!

 

The sun is finally going down

the moon dressed in her starry gown
the season’s here for children’s glee
tonight’s the night of Halloween.

 

Monsters dark and nasty ghouls

will fill the haunted night with boos
and candy apples tart and sweet
will fill our bags on Halloween.

 

I’ll dress myself as Spider-Man

then door to door and hand in hand
with little sister Sara Lee
I’ll beg for candy on Halloween.

 

I hope I do not see a ghost

I think they frighten me the most
the pumpkin’s carved he looks so mean
Sometimes it’s scary on Halloween.

 

Mother quick no time to waste

the witches’ brewed us treats to taste
my friends are dancing down the street

MOM, Hurry up! Come on!
It’s Halloween!
Woodie 9-26-09 (rewrites 1o-25-13)

The Gobbley Goom

 

The evening moon is burning bright

The door is locked-up good and tight
The world outside burns dark with gloom
Beware sweet children the Gobbley Goom

 

He stalks on leggies made of clay

His face is yellow with decay
His breath smells like a rotting tomb
A nasty brute is the Gobbley Goom

 

When midnight comes he roams the streets

He looks for children bads to eats
The child who doesn't clean its room
A tasty treat for the Gobbley Goom

 

I heard there was a boyish brat

As dirty as an alley cat
And late one night he met his doom
Becomin’ a stew for the Gobbley Goom

 

There was a little girl they say

Who always had to have her way
She never learned to sweep a broom
Guess what? Yup! She got served up
as brunch for the Gobbley Goom

 

So all my precious ones take care

Mind your manners and brush your hair
Do all the things good children do
Or the Gobbley Goom will come FOR YOU!
Woodie 1o-31-2oo9 (rewrites 1o-23-14)

And there you have it, my Halloween poetry! They may be more BUT I'll save it for next year! Happy Halloween!