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Everyone has been so great, I managed to pull this out of my....well, we'll say hat.

It’s a bizarre story to tell
Him standing in pumpkin shell
A vicious look across his lips
A macabre sway in his hips
With each gourd overhead
Thumping pavement until dead
Clothed in red and trimmed in white
He’s no stranger to the night
But not this night and not this way
“What is this?” he heard me say
“This damn night!” he screamed back
A pumpkin held for the attack
“It makes so much money,” said a voice full of scorn
“Second only to Christmas morn!”
Then the pumpkin flew nearly striking my head
I wasn’t sure, did he want me dead?
“People just love the 31st,” his fingers dug into his palm
“Especially those freaks on Halloween.com!”
And I knew then it would have been disaster
If he knew I’d just made Halloween Master
“But sir,” I began, putting myself in danger
“Isn’t Christmas about that child in the manger?”
He stopped and he stared with eyes so black
“What are you, a wise <deleted>?” he answered back
Then he turned his attention back to the street
Pumpkin guts and candles covering his feet
“To hell with this, I don’t need the aggravation!”
“People don’t want me, just a new Playstation.”
And with a whistle came a reindeer without a sled
Its nose was more purple than shiny red
And he rose and flew off in a manner most haphazard
“Happy Halloween to all you ungrateful bastards!”

He's Back He's Back!!!!!!!!!!!!!

very nicely done

and Wanna be...just try to post something I bet you are more creative than you think

The clowns
have all gone mad
no longer circus fad
they pray on the meek
your death do they seek
but they never seem to look sad

***shivers****

I'm making double-sure all of our windows and doors are locked tonight, Spookyboo!

Yay! Good to see you back on the poetry, Dr. Strange! And great as always, Spookyboo

Here's a poem that really I wrote as a song, I'm just having trouble coming up with the music for it:

Poltergeists:

Where did they go? Where did they go?
Why are things falling down from here?
Why am I shaking – breaking
When there’s nothing I’ve to fear?

They’re coming now,
They’re creeping out,
They’re laughing now,
I hear them shout,
And cry
And scream
And moan
In dreams
That haunt the waking light…

What is that sound? What is that sound?
What is that strange smell flooding in?
From where did those black marks appear
The footsteps on my ceiling?

They’re coming now,
They’re creeping in,
They’re laughing now,
They know my sin,
My past
My tears
My pains
And fears
I kept locked well within…

Why are they here? Why are they here?
What if these poltergeists mean harm?
Why does the darkness pull around me
And the shadows claw my arms?

They’re gaining now,
They’ve come for me,
They’re cackling now,
They’ve come to see
My soul
My death
My life
My breath
And take it all from me.

They’re coming now; they’ve come for me…
They’re gaining now; now I can see…
They’re coming now.

Welcome back, Dr Strange!!!!

Spokkyboo, you make me shiver

magickbean...VERY GOOD!!!

Okay, wait...that's excellent magickbean, and you're saying you write music to go with your lyrics too??? Impressive, woman!!

spookyboo wrote:The clowns
have all gone mad
no longer circus fad
they pray on the meek
your death do they seek
but they never seem to look sad

Can we quit with the clown talk????? I am never gonna sleep well again.....

Very cool Magickbean.....let us know when you put it to music!!

The Pumpkin Patch
by HH

It started one winter as a famer's thought,
To fill an abandoned field, a crop he sought;
A field of orange would fit just right,
To undo its look of years of blight;

As Spring arrived the seeds were set,
With plenty of rain, his goal would be met;
Early summer arrived at the usual time,
To greet the ever growing vines;

And after many days of the sun's summer glare,
Little green bulbs the plants did bear;
These bulbs grew big as time progressed,
From green to orange they gradually transgressed;

As big beautiful pumpkins began to manifest,
The village's attention upon his field did certainly rest;
What the farmer clearly did not expect,
Was that his creation would have such an effect;

The children came from miles around,
To visit and frolic on this hallowed ground;
To pick the perfect Halloween treat,
Was a task every Boy and Girl would try to meet:

When Halloween came the town was a glow,
Jack-o-Lanterns from street to street and row to row;
The farmer never realized the joy his field could hatch,
But now he knew the magic of a pumpkin patch.

Wow, that is excellent, HH!! Gives me a warm, fuzzy feelin' , I SO love pumpkins!!! Good show man, I'm glad to see you back on here!!!!

Thanks Laurie Poems are not my natural strength, so it takes me some time to put one together and it has got to be about something I love like pumpkins.

My hair is black and prickly on my skin
I’m alone in the dark without a friend
Her perfume still hangs softly in my nose
A rustle in the back the tension grows
Salty and wet the sweat on my brow
I want out of this but I don’t know how
Her blood tastes coppery it’s bitter on my tongue
The air is hot and static in my lungs
His shadow covers her body next to mine
No indecision I haven’t the time
I’ll get revenge for the innocents lost today
I’ll get revenge for my true love taken this way
I grip the handle tightly my knuckles turn white
Dark and spidery the evil of this night
I guess I could run, this is my chance to take
Oh Lord how I regret my summer at Crystal Lake

Fitting that the Haunted (Headless? ) Horseman writes an ode to pumpkins. They make for great noggin replacements.

GRATT, Foiled again by Strange...Yes, I admit my love of pumpkins is motivated purely by self interest. How would you feel if you heard that " have you lost your head?" cliche' twelve times a day?

BTW, great Ballad of Crytal Lake.