Boo

Hi everyone,

Happy Halloween. Any scary poems to share?

Boo to all. And be sure to go over to No Water River to scare Renee.

David

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10 comments on “Boo

  1. Happy Halloween to you, David! Here’s a scary limerick poem I wrote a couple years ago:

    Insomnia

    It’s 3 a.m., why aren’t I sleeping?
    Odd hours I seem to be keeping.
    My eyes are not closing,
    my mind is composing,
    and limericks, silently creeping…

    Was that just the wind I heard moan?
    Making these walls creak and groan?
    I can’t comprehend
    why my hair stands on end,
    till I notice I’m not here alone.

    My eyesight, unfocused and bleary;
    the silence, electric and eerie;
    a whisper, my name,
    “Who’s there?!” I exclaim.
    “Just me,” she says, “no worries, Dearie.”

    From shadows, a hideous sight
    ignites my spontaneous fright:
    a foul surprise
    with sunken white eyes,
    and skin mostly rotted with blight!

    “I once was a dancer, you know.
    Tonight, it’s my Halloween show…”
    Her head, it unhinges
    and out jump, like ninjas,
    huge crickets that breed in her toe.

    I feel the sweat bead on my brow.
    The crickets are everywhere now!
    My heart skips a beat
    but I’m stuck to my seat,
    and I think that I’m having a cow.

    I’m shaking like autumn’s last leaf,
    just hoping the pain will be brief.
    A BLOODCURDLING SCREAM
    wakes me up from my dream…
    and I breathe a deep sigh of relief.

    © 2013 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.

    • Hooray for your spooky limerick, Michelle! And hooray for you for sharing it. What a swell way to get us started today!

  2. Greetings Halloweenies! Here’s a bit from a book of mine [out of print, the world being rotten & unfair)

    Angels watch o’er silent sleepers
    Restless souls & midnight creepers.
    For some are awake & about on this autumn night
    As the moon rises, round & bright…
    Briars & brambles grow all around
    This oogly-boogly burial ground… Buried under the crumbling stones
    Are bodies & bugs, secrets & bones.
    It’s midnight in the cemetery
    That’s the time & place most scary!

      • That’s what friends are for! Here, m’dear, try this one. I just wrote it for my FB page to put off raking a little longer:

        Greetings Spooks & Chili-Beanies
        And all you goofy Halloweenies!
        Here I am w/ sacks o’ candy in store
        For when you come begging at my door
        Coming up my steps, out of the gloom,
        With your Trump masks & freak costumes.
        ‘TRICK or TREAT’ I’m sure you’ll say.
        I’ll give you candy. You’ll go away
        And I’ll revel in the sounds & sights
        Of little spooks out in the night.

      • Oh my goodness! Me thinks you are filled with the spirits of the occasion. And I love the results!

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