CPC Halloween Poetry Party!
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It’s the CPC Halloween Poetry Party!
Bring your costume avatar, and get inspired by our theme,
which is the title of a famous song which has been sung
and played in many variations over the years,
Ghost Riders In The Sky!
Following the videos, CPC hosts and hostesses
have added their own pics and text to fire up
your Hallow’s eve muse even more!
This was the instrumental pop version
I bought and played many timed as a teenager
in the early 1960s.
Let the ghostly poetic mayhem begin!
Happy Halloween Yall
Welcome everyone to the CPC’s Halloween poetry party! The theme is “Ghost Riders in the Sky” but you can post any Halloweeny thing which you think may add to the Halloween party merriment. Time to get down and scary and have some spooky seasonal sensations!
CREEPY CRAWLY THINGS
~
Creepy
Scary
Goblins
Ghouls
Makes their way to
Halloween feast night
Be ware
Be very aware
What creeps the night
Its harvest time
The witches and bats
Owls that hoot heads turns all around
Its halloween be afraid very afraid
Happy Halloween Yall
October 25 , 2o12 / Bettie Davis
GHOST WRITERS
Ghost Writers in disguise.
In living poems they specialize,
smartly intellectualize
spooky stanzas waxing wise.
They write about riders in the skies,
just the right way to surprise.
Or perhaps spiders catching flies
and slowly feasting on their prize.
Ghost writers can be girls or guys,
short or tall, most any size.
As long as what they write gives rise,
when in their stories, someone dies.
Perhaps the Devil’s Herd breaks ties,
stampedes where sleeping cowboy lies.
Scatter campfire, body fries.
poor cowboy gone when farm he buys.
Or vampire bite elicits cries.
till Helsing offers word to wise,
To locate place where black bat flies;
silver stake breaks immortal ties.
So hail ghost writers in disguise
who underwrite and mesmerize
by overwrites which cause surprise
so Hallow’s eve will maximize
the Fright Night plight which readers prize.
Copyright October 30th 2012 RGD
Enjoy Happy Halloween Stay Warm:) :love: :love: :love: :love:
GHOST IN THE CLOUDS
~
The ghost that rides the clouds
The awaken in of
Vengeance
Transformed
The spirit out ta git ya
Ride in on a cloud of dust
An absolute blast
Just a blaze of fire
Theres no escape
From the ghost riders of the ski
~
By: Bettie Davis / October 25 , 2o12
Sorry I do not write….I bring only blood!
HUGZ!
Such a lot of fun. Happy Halloween to All! Sorry I couldn’t get here last night as Hubby had a medical procedure yesterday and I was away from the computer all day and evening. All affected by the storms back east continue in my thoughts and prayers today. Big Hugs. Awesome blog and challenge and Halloween fun! :love: :love: :love:
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ACROSS A HALLOWEEN SKY
Ghosts and goblins,
riders across the sky
within the ghoulish darkness
of another moonless
Halloween night;
bats and witches everywhere,
criss-crossing in mid flight,
scaring everyone in sight.
Snuffed-out lights,
walls quiver and moan,
I really don’t think
I should be here
alone.
But I’ve lost my way
in the dark
though I can’t help but see
all the scary creatures
their criss-crossing patterns
woven across the sky
in front of me.
My heart’s pounding
so hard
and I can hardly
catch my breath,
but it’s still fun
trick-or-treating
on Halloween Night.
(c) barbara kausteklis 10-31-12
Happy Halloween!!! 😯 Boo!!!!
I looks like a fun party here… have a BOO-tiful night!
Garden of Eatin’
or Termite of the Living Dead
The cusp of a Halloween night.
Everything going to plan.
Everyone dressed up to fright,
pursuing their goals with elan.
Hustle and bustle galore.
Costume and consume in bars.
Drunks passing out on the floor.
Tricking and treating in cars.
City’s bright lights all around,
added a surrealistic glow.
A frenzy of light and of sound;
movement of fast mixed with slow.
Was it that activity,
confusing cacophany
or their own proclivity
to act out some epiphany?
Whatever it was, it was
incredible.
Suddenly all of the buzz
became edible.
The few trees in town, perhaps
suffering from post-partem
due to their leafy losses,
became deadly carnivores.
Superman filled one tree’s gut,
Catwoman fattened an oak.
King Tut was et like a nut;
a hippie devoured in mid-toke.
Uprooted, the rampaging trees
ate everyone, and then departed.
As they left, one caused a breeze
when it rudely and quite loudly farted.
After dawn on November first
only I’d been allowed to survive
to tell of the Night of the Cursed
when my termite suit kept me alive.
Copyright October 30th 2010 RGD
END OF DAYS?
The yellow wormlike creatures were on the attack,
bashing, crashing and smashing all barriers,
bumping and thumping in front and in back.
We blanched at these hideous death carriers.
Safe for the moment behind bulletproof glass,
we tried not to look at their slimy chartreuse sneers.
As they battered away with their ugly goo mass,
Each crack in the glass escalated our fears.
Time and again we applied tape repairs,
only to see a new fracture appear.
Turtlelike armor the lead worm thing wears,
as through the thick glass he eyes us with a leer.
Only by eating our flesh will their hunger be tamed,
and we are surrounded, nowhere to retreat.
The front doorbell rings, our guns loaded and aimed,
I ran to the door, my face white as a sheet.
I yank open the door to begin our last stand.
Both sides stare immobile, our hearts skip a beat
till, producing a pot with a flourish quite grand,
the head worm smiled, said politely: “Trick or Treat!”
Copyright October 23rd 2010 RGD
A wonderful turn out and wonderful Halloween Party! Glad to see such fun making at hand!!
Happy Halloween all!
Jon
This was the one I was looking for and instead found the two more recent ones above. I wrote this for a Halloween challenge on MySpace way back in 2008. It’s long but one of my personal favorites. The image was its inspiration.
While wandering in the woods
one gloomy fall afternoon
I came upon a huge, vine-crusted
rectangular old brick building.
There appeared to be remnants
of an old road in front.
Tall, gnarled old Elm trees
defined one side, and hung
rather menacingly over all.
It looked like an old schoolhouse,
abandoned for many years.
When it started to shower,
good fortune, I thought, was mine.
It was easy enough
to break open the door
with its rusty hinges and latch
overgrown with vegetation.
But I was almost knocked down
by the sudden rush of air
from behind me, as though
I was entering a deep void.
My flashlight offered little light
to the deep darkness inside.
Windows overgrown with vines
fogged as the warm air entered.
The air smelled heavily musky
a mix of dead vegetation,
old papers, rotting flesh perhaps
from a few small dead aminals.
The tiled floor was slippery
as though decades of dust
had settled, and never quite
learned to feel at home.
Tree branches screeched sharply
across window panes somewhere
whenever the wind blew harder.
The impression was frightening.
I went into the first room
An old wooden placard,
hanging crookedly at the entrance
read “Principal Specter.”
A jumble of old papers
were strewn over the desktop.
I jumped when my light revealed
a dead parrot on a perch in the corner.
I left the room quickly
and stood in the dark main hall
wondering what to do next
in the pungent, creepy darkness.
Something brushed my arm.
Cold air rushed past my head.
Dust swirled up from the floor.
My flashlight showed nothing.
The next room was a classroom.
The number 6 was on the door.
I thought I was going backwards.
A strange low wailing drew me in.
Dust coated each of the small desks.
Papers lay on each, pencils beside.
On the blackboard was a scrawl
and a frighteningly grotesque drawing.
Suddenly I heard a low growl
coming from the next room.
Just then something cold and wet
dropped onto the back of my neck
squirming, as though it wanted
to penetrate my skin.
I brushed it off violently,
and ran out of the room.
Back out in the hall,
I thought I glimpsed
something moving
in the odorous darkness.
Before I could aim my flashlight,
it was gone. The growling ceased.
The door to the next room
which I could have sworn
was closed when I first saw it,
was now open. I noted that it too
had a number 6 on it!
How odd, I thought!
Cold air rushed from this room.
A heavy cloud of dust came too,
discouraging me from entering.
I moved on to the last room
on that side of the hallway.
The door was ajar, moving slightly,
and the number 6 was on it!
Three rooms with a 6 on them.
What kind of a school is this?
The air emanating was very warm
and a red glow came from inside.
Could there be a fire, I thought?
Suddenly all doors opposite
opened violently. Cold air swept
past me into the warm room
with the strange red glow.
I turned into a swirling mass of dust
with a more intense odor
that same combination
of old paper and rotting matter.
I had had enough. Spotting a door
at the back end of the hall,
I ran for it, grabbed the knob
and pushed it open.
There was nowhere to step!
It opened to a cliffside
with no visible bottom!
after teetering on the threshold,
I just managed to catch myself
and pulled the door shut!
Turning back inside
this God-forsaken building
I looked back down the hall
to where I had come in.
A figure of some kind stood
in the open doorway.
A strange light came from outside.
As I walked towards it
it seemed to float towards me.
My flashlight shone through it
as it came ever closer.
Finally I could make out
the silhouette of a young girl
in a long, flimsy, dirty gray gown
clutching a large, bedraggled doll.
It was another moment before
I realized she had no feet,
but was floating towards me!
Instinctively, I recoiled backwards.
She continued on a collision course
As she came closer I could see
her eyes, surrounded by red
as though they were bleeding!
She looked profoundly sad
as she came ever closer
I winced, and shut my eyes
transfixed, in anticipation of a collision
But instead there was only,
a deep hard coldness
as though she was feeding
on my body heat
as she passed through me.
I whirled about on my heels
and opened my eyes to see
whether she was behind me now.
I just caught a glimpse
of a cloud of dust
blowing beneath the door
to the bottomless cliff.
I opened the door and looked down
but saw nothing but blackness.
More pungent, powerful wind
began to blow outward so forcefully
that I was now physically unable
to close the door.
Indeed for a moment I was in fear
that I would be blown
into the abyss myself.
As I struggled to focus
on the forces hurling past me
I began to realize
that the building itself
appeared to be dissolving
dematerilizing as it were
from the opposite end,
the end where I had originally entered.
Dissolved matter seemed
to be carried with the gusts of air
all the way down the hall
and past me into the abyss.
When it seemed to me
nearly half the building
had dissolved and disappeared
out the door by which I stood,
I panicked, and began fighting
against the gale, to escape
being hurled into the blackness.
As I passed through the point
where dissolving appeared to occur,
a deep, penetrating, freezing cold
shot through my entire body
as though I was being frozen
in time and place.
Next thing I knew, I was hurled
to the ground, now just hard earth
where the massive brick building
had stood just moments before.
As I turned towards the cliff edge,
only the doorway was now visible
as the last bits of building matter
dissolved and disappeared through it.
All was quiet, as leaves
from the gnarled surrounding trees
floated gently to earth
quickly covering any remaining traces
that a building had ever
existed there.
A red, smoky light defined
the cliff edge for another moment.
Then all was black…
I awoke in my bed with a start.
Had it all been just a bad dream?
A Nightmare on Elm Street,
so to speak?
I smiled with relief,
and squeezed my pillow.
That was ten years ago.
I never spoke of it to anyone.
Perhaps I knew it was just
a silly nightmare.
Perhaps it was.
But every Halloween night since
It all repeats in my sleep.
The only difference
year to year
is that the feeling of the little girl
with had bedraggled doll
as she passes through me
is a bit warmer each time.
This was the original image I used at the beginning of this write and half of the inspiration for the story. The girl one was at the end, if I recall correctly.