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Poetry

All Hallows Eve

A post in response to this weeks #Writephoto prompt from

Sue Vincent (at SCVincent.com)

The wicker man had a party

before the angels landed

The wicker man was worried

he thought he’d be reprimanded

See opposite the church ,

he’d built a great wood pyre

something for the ghouls and ghosts

to be inspired

The fire was lit, and around they did dance

taking the time to have fun for a chance

and they did all this before the sunrise

taking the angels by surprise

But up in the heavens, God he did Smile

and left the ghosts and ghouls play for a while

for instead on all saints day when they thought they would creep

they’d be back in their beds, sound asleep

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Acrostic Christmas Halloween Poetry

Scary

#Fowc #Scary

Some might say your

Common garden horror flick at Halloween is enough to

Accelerate your heart beat – but

Really, it’s after the festivities of Christmas and New Year

You’ll really scream out – stay off the scales!

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Childhood Ghosts Halloween Poetry

Basket

Halloween pumpkin basket

#fowc #basket

behind each little basket on Halloween night

a little munchkin , male or female, in a

spooky costume, and as the treats

keep on coming this receptacle

eventually fills all the way to the top

toffees, sweets and chocolates for spooky visitors

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Acrostic Freedom of Expression Halloween Treats

Mystery

Mystery

All Hallows eve, Salford 2017

Maybe it was a ghost that paid a visit

yesterday – but if that’s the case

some ghost has a taste for cocoa and cookies

taken from my suppertime plate

each cookie now resembling a crescent moon

reduced levels in the cocoa mug

yes its a puzzle – whodunnit ?

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Acrostic Character

Ghoulish

Ghoulish

Halloween night, has children with cheers

until the nasty little ghoul appears

nosying around the kids nighttime treats

taking his time to sample their eats

invoking the cheerful to burst into tears

now leaving the kiddies with something to fear

getting them wishing for All Hallows’ day

(when the ghoul disappears by sneaking away)

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Acrostic Ghosts Treat

Little Ghost II

Ghost

Good Gravy!  It’s cold – said the wolf to his chums

Home’s where we should be, where its not so glum – So

Over to the old haunted house they to go as their

Shivering and eerie forms they glow

Tonight they’ll meet up with their friend for some tea

(and fly around the top of the house for free)

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Acrostic Colours Garden Poetry

Screamin’ Green

#coloryourworld #cyw #screamingreen

Some say, you’re a loud color

Causing a bit of a stir when you’ve been seen

Round the flowers you get more attention

Even more than the reds – to them it’s obscene

As your noisy colour spreads through the garden

Many cover their eyes at the sight

Its like Halloween twenty four – seven, particularly at

Night – time, the stars and moon don’t know what to think –

Glowing as you do on the front lawn

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Cities Photography Spooky Superstition Tale Treat Treats

Eerie

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eerie

Eerie, by Brian F Kirkham

 

The most frightening thing about Halloween – Nothing’s going on!

No cars moving down main street

No children around saying “Trick or Treat”

Not a sound of a Movement in the midnight air

Look out of the window – there’s nobody there

but floating through air – the willow-the-wisp

telling tales of fairies in the sky cold and crisp

followed by friends of the cold dark wood

and you cant hear them sing – even though you should

the eeriest thing this whole Halloween

the most lifeless street that you’ve ever seen

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Halloween Poetry

Old Moggy Mew

31st October 2016

A poem for Halloween – written by yours truly.

Artwork composed using Colorfy

Old Moggy Mew

By Brian F Kirkham

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Old Black cat sits on the broken stone step,

waiting for his owner to appear.

She’s taken to the air in flight

the midnight sky is clear.

And as the stars they move about

A feathered friend appears

An Owl coming from the above loft

“Hello, Cat” he cheers…

somethings brewing on the hill

the ghosts are gathering – feel the chill

moggy mew looks out into hallowed stars

and spots his owner from up there afar

she hovers down softly – and mew leaps on the broom

and with a twitch of the stock – it moves with a zoom

flying cross country and farm and on ranch

as mew holds on tight to the magical branch.

 

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Ghosts Poetry Spooky

Little Ghost

A poem in response to the prompt

Ghost

A little ghost went out to play

but found the children ran away

when he appeared that hallowed night

and wondered what gave them a fright

He’d been sat all alone in that old spooky house

with no one to speak to but a passing mouse

who after seeing our friend with a squeak

ran off quickly with nowt but an eeek!

But then one night of All Hallows’ eve

an old black cat, was playing in leaves

he had spotted the little ghosts ghostly head

and decided to play in his house instead.

And the old black cat, brought his chums along too,

chanting and wailing and all going boo!

And the ghosties and ghouls that lived round the place

made friends with the ghost with the bluish white face

So when you see trails on All Hallows’ eve

dont be frightened or worried and just believe

as the ghosts have their tea at little ghosts place

the one where the host has a bluish white face