The Friday Fling Enjoys Scary Stories!
Friday Fling #255 for October 25th 2013
As we approach Halloween,
the television airways have become crowded with horror movies.
One ongoing series this month on TCM, for instance,
showcases movies made by actor Vincent Price,
especially the ones by Edgar Allen Poe.
Another cable station is showing the entire “Halloween” series.
What is your favorite horror film, book or story?
How about writing about it in a poem?
Or make up your own!
No particular recommended format this week.
This will give you leeway to write your poem
as a short or a longer story.
This week the Friday Fling reflects
on Halloween season scary stories!
Be sure to save time to read and comment in a nice frightening way
on your fellow Pals’ horror stories.
Then go enjoy an unhorrific pre-Halloween weekend!
Friday Fling Fright Night! Pull up a ghoul and see where your macabre muse moves poetically!
HALLOWORDPLAY
His coughin’ doth betoken
some chokin.’
I hope it does not lead him
to a coffin.
It might,
unless when he was coughin’
he was just jokin.'”
Copyright October 24th 2013 RGD
HALLOW HALLOWEEN
_*_
Corpse that walks the night
Ghost in the darkness be
Vampire stalkin thought will so see on a darkin night
Bats that fly over head high
Some hangin head low
Wolfs howl at the silvery moon in human form then turn wild and in rage
Mummies in their cast
All walk the night
This hallowed night of ween
Even the witches stir
Black cat
Hair stands on end
Hump in back
Fear them
For they are fear
Darkness from the dark side cant get much darker than this halloween nigth
It creeps and gnawin at the flesh
Beware the grave site
All stones not turn
Listen the the thunder road
The lightnin flash
Its not a good night for a walk
Trick are treat
Ghosts that goes boo
I gonna git you
And they will and you can not hide
They know you sent
Monsters stalkin
In the noght fright puts fear
Right down
In every bond and makes one hair stand on ends
Elegant of ole burnt orange aglow
Haunted house blood gurglin screams witches broom stands ready to fly
The scarecrow on the loose
No where to hide
They all be after you
Fresh meat
On hollow halloween night be ware
_*_
Written By: Bettie Davis —————————————- © October o6 , 2o13
HAUNTED
~*~
Haunted house
Stands still on the hill
Who lives there only the ghosts
Lovely it would so seem
Yet the ghost that spooks it
Likes it just fine
Do you dare
To enter for a night see
Nightmares you will so have as you try and sleep thought the night
Things that goes bumb in that night
Will so give you nightmares
Screams of horror
Bats and rats
Do creep the wall and hall
And it aint even
Halloween yet the ghost be there so be ware be very aware where you walk
The hall be dark and dreary
Behind every door
There be shadows even eyes that glow
Even in day light
It will give you the creeps
By the site along
Will so scare
The pants right off of you
So be ware
Be very aware of the haunted house on top of the hill
~*~
Written By: Bettie Davis ———————————– © October 24 , 2o13
Finally . . . .
OUT OF CONTROL
Whirling,
twirling,
caught up
in the spin
of life moving so fast,
the state that I’m in,
trying so desperately,
to reach for the stars,
then reeling back,
spiraling
quite
out
of
control.
Caught up in the maelstrom,
of nightmares within,
my eyes just won’t shut,
transfixed on the spin
of the hands of the clock,
midnight passed again,
sleep eluding me once more,
my nights and my days,
nightmarishly awake,
intruding on my peace,
invading my soul,
reeling through time
and a black hole in space,
across the eons
of days and nights,
with
absolutely
no
end
in
sight.
Finally, I’ve had it
and jump up with a start;
all this excitement
might be too much
for my heart.
And as my feet
hit the floor,
I realize my plight;
now it all makes
more sense.
This too shall pass,
for it’s Halloween Night.
(c) barbara kausteklis 10-25-13