Cousin Gertrude is a Witch
It's a secret
Please don't snitch
She has a cat named
Wicked Spell
Her Kitty knows, but she won't tell
Her favorite day
is Halloween
She dresses up and makes a scene
The kiddies all
stop by her her place
They come to see her witchy face
Her spooky house
is quite a sight
Old and shabby, full of fright
Too bad it only
lasts one day
Then the fun all goes away
Back to boring
Back to gloom
Thank goodness for her magic broom
If you look
up in the sky
and see something strange flying by
Don't be scared
Don't be shy
Just wave and tell Miss Gertude hi!
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Taking Flight
Halloween night
Time to take flight!
Dressed all in black
Striped stockings, pointed hat
Leather button up shoes.
Grab cape and broom
We'll be meeting soon
Applying red lipstick
Frizz up your hair, QUICK!
We're ready for our Halloween cruise.
Under the willow tree
We gather, wild and free
What a sight we are
Sisters from near and far
To our cats we all bid adieux
Forming a circle, off we go!
What will happen, no one knows
Soaring high above the tree tops
Wishing we never had to stop!
Nothing can beat this glorious view!
C Tevis
Time to take flight!
Dressed all in black
Striped stockings, pointed hat
Leather button up shoes.
Grab cape and broom
We'll be meeting soon
Applying red lipstick
Frizz up your hair, QUICK!
We're ready for our Halloween cruise.
Under the willow tree
We gather, wild and free
What a sight we are
Sisters from near and far
To our cats we all bid adieux
Forming a circle, off we go!
What will happen, no one knows
Soaring high above the tree tops
Wishing we never had to stop!
Nothing can beat this glorious view!
C Tevis
Friday, October 28, 2011
JUST A THOUGHT
Is it me, or does the Autumn season not seem like it used to? We used to have warm days, with cool breezes, and dry air. You would smell leaves burning, and hear chain saws in the distance. Maybe a lawn mower, or someone hammering a roof on. I loved the smell of the dry leaves. This season used to last quite awhile. Now, it seems like we may have only one or two days here and there that are like this. We now have hot days that turn rainy and cold. We go from Summer into frosty weather. I miss the old days of Autumn. I hope they come back.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
THAT MAGICAL NIGHT
The sun goes down
And all over town
The creatures begin to emerge
Up the street they go
From door to door they tow
Their goody bags filled to the brim
Porch lights shine bright
Oh what a sight
What's that in front of the moon?
A witch it might be!
A real sight to see!
I can hear her cackle and scream!
A magical night
of fun and fright
The kiddies don't want to go home.
by C Tevis
And all over town
The creatures begin to emerge
Up the street they go
From door to door they tow
Their goody bags filled to the brim
Porch lights shine bright
Oh what a sight
What's that in front of the moon?
A witch it might be!
A real sight to see!
I can hear her cackle and scream!
A magical night
of fun and fright
The kiddies don't want to go home.
by C Tevis
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sisters of Gloom
On Halloween night
They're causing a fright
Flying past the moon
Three Sisters set free
A real sight to see
Upon their enchanted brooms
The kiddies all hide
but secretly wish they could ride
through the sky with a zoom
The trio descents
with feverish intent
hitting the ground with a boom
The porch lights go out
Even the grown ups do shout
Locking themselves in their rooms
The black cats however
Are not afraid, never
They'll be greeting the gang of three soon
They don't wish to hide
Hopefully joining the ride
Sitting along side their masters of doom
Look up in the sky
On Halloween, don't be shy
And you may spot the Sisters of gloom
C Tevis
They're causing a fright
Flying past the moon
Three Sisters set free
A real sight to see
Upon their enchanted brooms
The kiddies all hide
but secretly wish they could ride
through the sky with a zoom
The trio descents
with feverish intent
hitting the ground with a boom
The porch lights go out
Even the grown ups do shout
Locking themselves in their rooms
The black cats however
Are not afraid, never
They'll be greeting the gang of three soon
They don't wish to hide
Hopefully joining the ride
Sitting along side their masters of doom
Look up in the sky
On Halloween, don't be shy
And you may spot the Sisters of gloom
C Tevis
Friday, June 24, 2011
The Old Hag
As I walk through the forest
I peek through the trees
Standing in the clearing
I see an old Hag
Cackle, cackle
Stir the pot
See the potion bubbling hot
Secret spell I hear her chant
Mysterious words she does incant
As she dances round the flames intent
I realize for whom the spell is meant
Tis meant for those that upon her sneak
with this thought, my knees grow weak
Time to run, time to flee
before the spell takes hold of me
But I can not move
I can not run
Seems my time is almost done
As I sink upon the ground
feeling like my legs are bound
my body melts onto the grass
I breathe once more, it is my last
If you should come upon a Hag in the woods
dancing and chanting, it would not be good.
Turn around and go back home
lock your doors and hide alone.
Pull your shutters tight
be still with all your might.
by C Tevis
I peek through the trees
Standing in the clearing
I see an old Hag
Cackle, cackle
Stir the pot
See the potion bubbling hot
Secret spell I hear her chant
Mysterious words she does incant
As she dances round the flames intent
I realize for whom the spell is meant
Tis meant for those that upon her sneak
with this thought, my knees grow weak
Time to run, time to flee
before the spell takes hold of me
But I can not move
I can not run
Seems my time is almost done
As I sink upon the ground
feeling like my legs are bound
my body melts onto the grass
I breathe once more, it is my last
If you should come upon a Hag in the woods
dancing and chanting, it would not be good.
Turn around and go back home
lock your doors and hide alone.
Pull your shutters tight
be still with all your might.
by C Tevis
Sunday, March 13, 2011
The Old Banshee
I hear the cry of the old Banshee
In the night as black as coal
Oh Lady do not scream for me
Come for another's soul
Tis growing nearer this I fear
I cannot bear to sleep
For when the morning light shines clear
Ye shall hear the mourners weep
C Tevis
In the night as black as coal
Oh Lady do not scream for me
Come for another's soul
Tis growing nearer this I fear
I cannot bear to sleep
For when the morning light shines clear
Ye shall hear the mourners weep
C Tevis
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Heart of a Gypsy
Friday, October 8, 2010
A Creature Of Torment a short story by C Tevis

The moon is full tonight 'neath the smokey clouds. In the distance I hear a howl, followed by a heart wrenching wimper. An unnatural disturbance.
Hiding in the shadows a desperate soul is torn between what is decent and the horrible urge that consumes him. An inner turmoil of massive proportions. Suddenly the urge gains momentum as the moon illuminates his wretched silhouette.
He starts off toward town, creeping along the dark corners, behind the bushes. he must not allow himself to be seen by anyone. Appearing not, as man nor animal, but rather a strange combination of the two. A beast of sorts, with a human heart beating inside.
Suprised by his heightened senses. He hears, smells, and sees everything with such clarity. Yes, the turmoil is leaving, the urge has won. He has one purpose now. He is on the hunt. Suddenly he spots movement in the clearing. He smells life nearby. Listening with intent, he hears a distant voice, innocent laughter.
As he begins to slither toward the laughter, he notices the world around him starts to change. Branches on the trees begin to glimmer....a gentle light shines all around him. Panic sets in....
The fear of being noticed, of someone screaming. As the light becomes brighter, he hobbles behind an old barn. His head grows dizzy as humility re-enters his soul. Lying in the wet grass he slowly regains his composure. Standing upright he begins to walk toward the main road.
Passing by his neighbors, waving and smiling at each one. He wonders what they must think of his tattered clothing and what horrific headlines he will read. ...So is the life of a werewolf.......
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
SPOOKY'S HALLOWEEN by cindy tevis
Spooky the cat loves Halloween
It's her favorite day of the year
Dressing up like Witchie Poo
With all of her witchy gear
Sneaking out the window on Witchie's best broom
Trying to learn how to steer
Look out! she yells at the kiddies below
as she soars through the street with a zoom
The kids can hear her blood curdling scream
Right before she lands with a boom
Hobbling home with her head hanging low
dragging what's left of her ride
Knowing that when she finally gets home
She'd better find a safe place to hide!
It's her favorite day of the year
Dressing up like Witchie Poo
With all of her witchy gear
Sneaking out the window on Witchie's best broom
Trying to learn how to steer
Look out! she yells at the kiddies below
as she soars through the street with a zoom
The kids can hear her blood curdling scream
Right before she lands with a boom
Hobbling home with her head hanging low
dragging what's left of her ride
Knowing that when she finally gets home
She'd better find a safe place to hide!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
The Something by cindy tevis
It's Halloween night and there you see
Something hiding behind the tree
Is it a goblin or a mean old witch,
Searching the limbs for the perfect switch?
Maybe a ghostie floating in air
Or a creepy werewolf with lot's of hair
All you know is that you have to pass by
That "something" and then you try not to cry
Tip toeing up to the grand old oak
The something jumps out at you wearing a cloak!
You scream until you run out of wind!
The something starts laughing... it was only your friend!
Something hiding behind the tree
Is it a goblin or a mean old witch,
Searching the limbs for the perfect switch?
Maybe a ghostie floating in air
Or a creepy werewolf with lot's of hair
All you know is that you have to pass by
That "something" and then you try not to cry
Tip toeing up to the grand old oak
The something jumps out at you wearing a cloak!
You scream until you run out of wind!
The something starts laughing... it was only your friend!
Friday, June 4, 2010
Win a Halloween poetry book by little ole me!
I am giving another one of my poetry books away. I have just a few left, but I am about ready to do another book, so....
If you would like a chance to win, just comment here, and follow if you aren't following already. If you send me a Halloween poem for the blog. No matter how small or big, I will enter your name THREE extra times! yes, I really want your poems, so put your thinking cap on, you can do it!
I will link you to your poem, or leave it as anonymous whatever you want.

Good Luck!
Drawing will be on May 18th!
If you would like a chance to win, just comment here, and follow if you aren't following already. If you send me a Halloween poem for the blog. No matter how small or big, I will enter your name THREE extra times! yes, I really want your poems, so put your thinking cap on, you can do it!
I will link you to your poem, or leave it as anonymous whatever you want.

Good Luck!
Drawing will be on May 18th!
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
THE OLD HOUSE ON THE HILL by cindy tevis
There's an old house on the hill
No one lives there but still
At midnight the neighbors all hear
Creaking and groaning
Laughing and moaning
Sounds guaranteed to strike fear
Sneak up to the window, look inside, take a peek
Something is moving in the corner, don't shriek!
It may be a mouse or an old alley cat
Look out! here it comes, it's a vampire bat!
Spider webs cover The dusty old chair
Making us feel we had better beware
No one lives there at least not the kind that we see
What is that over by the old willow tree?
It's so foggy and misty I really can't see
If it comes any nearer I may have to flee!
Goodbye!
No one lives there but still
At midnight the neighbors all hear
Creaking and groaning
Laughing and moaning
Sounds guaranteed to strike fear
Sneak up to the window, look inside, take a peek
Something is moving in the corner, don't shriek!
It may be a mouse or an old alley cat
Look out! here it comes, it's a vampire bat!
Spider webs cover The dusty old chair
Making us feel we had better beware
No one lives there at least not the kind that we see
What is that over by the old willow tree?
It's so foggy and misty I really can't see
If it comes any nearer I may have to flee!
Goodbye!
Saturday, May 1, 2010
All Hallows Eve by cindy tevis

The old man in the moon looks down from the sky
On all Hallows Eve he must keep an eye
On the witches and goblins and Ghoulies too
To make sure that they don't come after you!
He sees the black cats march up the street
Holding their jack o lanterns filled up with treats
Passing them out to the kiddies so sweet
Dressed up as ghosties in mother's old sheets
Next comes the monsters creepy and scary
Freaky and weird and mostly just hairy
He watches them as they sneak around
Hiding in the shadows all over town
The wise owl sits on the old man's chin
Ready to fly down in case trouble begins
Keeping the night safe is what they do
Whooo goes there...the owl says, what's that I hear? - BOO!
Saturday, April 24, 2010
TRIP THROUGH THE GRAVEYARD by Cindy Tevis

Wandering along grassy paths
Stories set in stone
Looming granite monuments
Tower those reduced to bone
Feeling sadness for the lost ones
that never made it home
Knowing one day I will join them
Six feet under and alone
Someone walks along my grassy path
What are they thinking of
They read my tombstone and they wonder
how much I was loved
I am no longer sad
for I know the truth is this
Our trials upon this earth are brief
But paradise is infinite bliss
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
THE FRIGHT OF YOUR LIFE by cindy tevis

The old hag is sweeping her doorstep tonight
Preparing for the big affair
The kiddies will come all dressed up for delight
Oblivious that they should beware
They won't notice her cackle or shabby old face
As they step up near her silhouette
Tis the night to dress up all over the place
But this visit they will never forget
She smiles at the ghosties and goblins and such
And then she invites them inside
Showing them treats that enchant them so much
They stand their with bags open wide
Soon the lights become dim
and the kiddies get scared
Her face looks so grim
No child will be spared
Heed this warning dear children
On Halloween night
Don't walk up to old houses
Lest you prepare for the fright
of your life!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
THE GOOD TIMES by cindy tevis

Inside the old barn on halloween night
Is a picture that warms my heart
The folks are dressed up, it is quite a site
Even the grown ups will want to take part
The lanterns are glowing with their toothy grins
Kids bob for apples with all of their friends
Costume contests take place and everyone wins
Hay bales are piled in the cart
Festive ruffles adorn the old cob webby place
It's never looked better than this
We have managed to fill up every space
With exhileration and bliss
These are times to remember for many a year
Cherish and treasure and share
And pass on the tradtion of halloween cheer
Show our children how much that we care
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
MY WORST FEAR by cindy tevis

Out in the woods
Is a place that exists
It's humid and dark
As I walk through the mist
I see shadows and strange lights
Dead tree limbs around
In this secret place that is
Void of all sound
So quiet and peaceful
And eerily pleasant
You would never know
That these creatures are present
They slither and crawl
Under broken down shacks
Melting away like
Such fluid wax
The silence is broken
By a raven's call
She seems to be
Sending a warning to all
Watch out!
Is the message
She cries in the trees
I hear her and suddenly
I know I should freeze
I can not see it or hear it
But I feel it begin
To overwhelm me
From somewhere within
Just then I awaken
And I know where I've been
It's a place that I've visited now and again
The name of that place
Suddenly becomes clear
The name of that place
Is MY WORST FEAR
-------cindy tevis
Monday, January 4, 2010
The Winner of the Poetry Book is.....
Jeanne of wildwood art studios and click here for her blog
Jeanne please email me your address at dootsyct@hotmail.com
Congrats! and thanks to all that participated!
Jeanne please email me your address at dootsyct@hotmail.com
Congrats! and thanks to all that participated!
Sunday, December 27, 2009
GIVEAWAY TIME!

Sign up to win one of my Halloween Poetry Books! Poems and illustrations by me.
Simple...
just
follow this blog (1 chance)yes, that means all of my followers are automatically signed up at least once!
post a comment stating that you want a chance to win (2 chances)
post a link on your blog(3 chances)
I will draw a name on Jan 5th!
Good Luck!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Happy Halloween ! A new poem to read.

graphic by: alicia patrick
By Cindy Tevis
THE FUN HOUSE
Standing in a dark space with creeping things around
Spiders crawling in the corner, black cats crouching down
Potions bubble
Smoldering trouble
It's time to get out
On the double!
Scary places, distorted faces
You run and something behind you chases
No way out, you hit a wall
Fall to the ground and begin to crawl
You see the light begin to shine
Just as you were to about to whine
Feeling relief embrace your soul
Getting out alive is your goal
As you flee you lose your shoe
Who cares, you say
I am THROUGH!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Another Wonderful Poem by Steven Curran
graphic by: xxreaperskissxx
Vampire Coffee
With stretching arms and a big long yawn
And habitually avoiding the sun
He looked around and thought aloud
Something other than blood would be fun...
So he thought and thought and thought some more
And now he could not wait
Its warm and sweet and so very delicious
A coffee would be great...
But before he left to get his treat
Something inside him was not quite right
Could he leave his home without first drinking blood
And still control his ferocious bite...
That settles it as he shut the door
And made his way across town
I'm doing so well and what are the odds
There isn't a soul around...
At last he arrived at "Joe's Coffee Shoppe"
Read the sign hung above the door
As he made his way in and carefully got on
The line that wrapped 'round the floor...
He could not believe at this time of night
So many others wanted coffee too
For the taste of their blood tortured him now
They would run if they had but a clue...
His mind had strayed then finally his turn to order his wish
With flickering eyes that feared certain doom
Just concentrate on why you've come
And how you'll be safe at home soon...
Inches away from his neck and instinctively driving him mad
His bloodlust substantially grew
And suddenly snapped back from his breaking point
Only to realize he was being spoken to...
Welcome my friend and what can I get ya
How bout a nice cup of joe he said
He gulped and tensed up as sweat ran down his face
I'll just have some coffee instead...
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All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009
Steven Curran Poetry
graphic by: poison_ivy
Last night on September 19, 2009 at around midnight I just walked outside and looked up at the sky. The air was brisk and the sky was as black as can be and I just stood there and took a deep breath. When I went back inside this poem wrote itself in a matter of minutes. Most of them take some thought; in this case it just jumped out of the pencil. Dark would be an understatement for this poem. Perhaps a psychological journey into the depths of a place that should not be disturbed. Only when it was complete did I realize the significance of its meaning; and may I say as to not worry anyone, this is in no way shape or form reflective of me. This is strictly artistic interpretation. Our story comes to life...
Another Place
Its shadow grim
Befalls the trees
As graceful as the sky
With mind devoid of afterthought
No concept of alive...
To walk a sleepless life alone
But never in its mind
Detached from all the why and when
And always finds its prize...
Naught words to speak
Or sound to hear
Cannot feel a thing
For love and hate and body and fear
Twisted into sin...
Another song of children crying
Pattern connected random noise
Filter into screams of rage
Expire long before...before...before...
Before the hairs upon its arm
And lines on fingertips
Eyes so blue and dull with pain
Not a word could hold its lips...
Steps are short now
The calling is from inside
To finally touch the hand of faith
And leave it all behind...
All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
HALLOWEEN ELVES by cindy tevis

graphic by: gothkytten
Halloween Elves
By" Cindy Tevis
Working loyally all year long
To this elite group do we belong
Brushes, paint, and stitchery
Complete with all the witchery
Santa's elves have nothing on us
The red and green and all that fuss
It’s orange and black that does us right
And on October 31 we'll all take flight
You’ll see our brooms fly though the air
Dropping our goodies here and there
Black cats, bats and JOL’s
The kinds of things that’ll make you yell
It’s Halloween hip hip hooray!
Our very best'est favorite day!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Never too old! by cindy tevis

(graphic by blackhappiness22)
By Cindy Tevis
It's the big night once again
now you don't need to pretend
That you are to old for this fun!
Dress up and go knocking
at the doors you'll be stopping
getting treats from everyone!
So they want to look under
your mask, and they wonder
how old of kid you must be.
Let them be nosy and bold
You know that you're not too old!
after all, your a mere ninety-three.
Monday, August 10, 2009
# 4 by Steven Curran
Here is another eagerly awaited Steven Curran poem.
Thank you Steven for sharing with us!

(graphic by: america.rawks)
If It Were October
If it were October the whole year round
Would you really miss the snow that invasively abounds?
Ten below zero and the noisy scraping plows
White blankets of death smother the ground; no life devoid of sounds...
And if it were October all year round
Could you do without the rain and the flowers that will bloom?
The allergies and bumblebees
Such stinging and sniffling gloom...
Still if it were October all year round
Are you gonna miss the sun so hot; waves crashing on the shore?
Your skin so red you'd wished you were dead
More aloe you frantically implore...
Well the snow is very mesmerizing
To the eyes a wondrous treat
But I do prefer the frosted ground
To crunch beneath my feet...
And the rain can be dispiriting
For one who cannot see
Through the gothicly dark and macabre mind's eye
Of one as nefarious as me...
As the sun it shines so brightly
Many love to feel its glow
But with skin so fair and a taste for rare
Rather it blood than rays that flow...
Stentorian thunder exploding
Veins of lightning no longer secrete
Harvest moon is full and showing
Screaming autumnal apogee...
Imprinted doom of evil
Lurking shadows across the land
Upon the souls of the persnickety
Demons dancing hand in hand...
And when the night grows silent
Brushing darkness upon your face
The veil debarring those departed
Once again will be erased...
For caramel apples are toothsome
And the drives way out east
The patches of pumpkins such an inviting orange
For my eyes a visual feast...
Bonfires at night as we sit in the woods
Awaiting the next big fright
Ghost stories are told with the utmost of terror
For my ears a melodic delight...
Mother earth for she has shifted
Wave the wand darkness falls early hour
You'd best nod with respect take not nature in neglect
Dare not tempt light or dark witch's power...
As the cauldron is lit and brewing
The candle's flame we stare to see
Spells once told as fiction or old
Thaumaturgy as real as can be...
The lines are drawn the prints are torn
Volition decreed 'till the end
For there's no conundrum as to where I belong
If it were October again...
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All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009
Except of course for Santa Claus and "The Great Pumpkin."
Thank you Steven for sharing with us!

(graphic by: america.rawks)
If It Were October
If it were October the whole year round
Would you really miss the snow that invasively abounds?
Ten below zero and the noisy scraping plows
White blankets of death smother the ground; no life devoid of sounds...
And if it were October all year round
Could you do without the rain and the flowers that will bloom?
The allergies and bumblebees
Such stinging and sniffling gloom...
Still if it were October all year round
Are you gonna miss the sun so hot; waves crashing on the shore?
Your skin so red you'd wished you were dead
More aloe you frantically implore...
Well the snow is very mesmerizing
To the eyes a wondrous treat
But I do prefer the frosted ground
To crunch beneath my feet...
And the rain can be dispiriting
For one who cannot see
Through the gothicly dark and macabre mind's eye
Of one as nefarious as me...
As the sun it shines so brightly
Many love to feel its glow
But with skin so fair and a taste for rare
Rather it blood than rays that flow...
Stentorian thunder exploding
Veins of lightning no longer secrete
Harvest moon is full and showing
Screaming autumnal apogee...
Imprinted doom of evil
Lurking shadows across the land
Upon the souls of the persnickety
Demons dancing hand in hand...
And when the night grows silent
Brushing darkness upon your face
The veil debarring those departed
Once again will be erased...
For caramel apples are toothsome
And the drives way out east
The patches of pumpkins such an inviting orange
For my eyes a visual feast...
Bonfires at night as we sit in the woods
Awaiting the next big fright
Ghost stories are told with the utmost of terror
For my ears a melodic delight...
Mother earth for she has shifted
Wave the wand darkness falls early hour
You'd best nod with respect take not nature in neglect
Dare not tempt light or dark witch's power...
As the cauldron is lit and brewing
The candle's flame we stare to see
Spells once told as fiction or old
Thaumaturgy as real as can be...
The lines are drawn the prints are torn
Volition decreed 'till the end
For there's no conundrum as to where I belong
If it were October again...
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All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009
Except of course for Santa Claus and "The Great Pumpkin."
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Steven's poetry #3!
Third in the series
By Steven Curran

The Rose Calamity
Have you ever really looked
At a boquet of roses
The eyes and the ears
The mouths and the noses...
For when you do buy them
They are pretty my friend
But has anyone ever told you
What takes place start to end...
They are put in a vase
That is filled half with water
And herein the beginning
Of all the disorder...
At first they stand straight
Seen by the naked eye
But can you see their legs and arms
Oh no, its no lie...
They reach out to choke
The other one's stem
With the most pompous of attitudes
They could never be friends...
It's a fierce competition
To see who can last
And the ones that wilt over
To the nether so do pass...
For the last rose is standing
All others have died
And to her mighty glory
An ill-fated surprise...
In short time comes the human
With outstretching hands that thrash
Firm grip upon the roses
Snatched up in a flash...
And for a brief moment
If that rose only knew
What was considered victorious
Was a farce through and through...
Thrown away to the garbage
Together laid to rest
And the biggest lesson learned
Interdependence or death...
Next time they will work
Together as one
To escape the evil vase
And RUN RUN RUN...
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All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009
By Steven Curran

The Rose Calamity
Have you ever really looked
At a boquet of roses
The eyes and the ears
The mouths and the noses...
For when you do buy them
They are pretty my friend
But has anyone ever told you
What takes place start to end...
They are put in a vase
That is filled half with water
And herein the beginning
Of all the disorder...
At first they stand straight
Seen by the naked eye
But can you see their legs and arms
Oh no, its no lie...
They reach out to choke
The other one's stem
With the most pompous of attitudes
They could never be friends...
It's a fierce competition
To see who can last
And the ones that wilt over
To the nether so do pass...
For the last rose is standing
All others have died
And to her mighty glory
An ill-fated surprise...
In short time comes the human
With outstretching hands that thrash
Firm grip upon the roses
Snatched up in a flash...
And for a brief moment
If that rose only knew
What was considered victorious
Was a farce through and through...
Thrown away to the garbage
Together laid to rest
And the biggest lesson learned
Interdependence or death...
Next time they will work
Together as one
To escape the evil vase
And RUN RUN RUN...
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All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
TRICK OR TREAT US RIGHT! by cindy tevis
We have much more from Steven coming up soon, but I had to post my newest poem.
A little Halloween Enthusiast Humor
A new one from me.

(graphic by: chibiville)
TRICK OR TREAT US RIGHT!
By: Cindy Tevis
Hidden from view
Dark, and spooky
Is the world of a few
Just a little kookie
It’s the land of Halloween
Others can’t comprehend
Even though they pretend
To show interest
In this world that we’ve found
We can’t imagine a life
Without Pumpkins and spiders
Candy corn treats
and hot apple cider
Breathing the black
The orange, and white
Never harming a soul
Or causing a fright
Just leave us to our little town
But when October comes by
They all want to fly
Over to our side of sanity
We are the best folks around
When Halloween parties abound
Which serves as a boost to our vanity
Just treat us right
Or this Halloween night
You may get a big revelation
Instead of inviting you
To our big event
You may be our new decoration!
A little Halloween Enthusiast Humor
A new one from me.

(graphic by: chibiville)
TRICK OR TREAT US RIGHT!
By: Cindy Tevis
Hidden from view
Dark, and spooky
Is the world of a few
Just a little kookie
It’s the land of Halloween
Others can’t comprehend
Even though they pretend
To show interest
In this world that we’ve found
We can’t imagine a life
Without Pumpkins and spiders
Candy corn treats
and hot apple cider
Breathing the black
The orange, and white
Never harming a soul
Or causing a fright
Just leave us to our little town
But when October comes by
They all want to fly
Over to our side of sanity
We are the best folks around
When Halloween parties abound
Which serves as a boost to our vanity
Just treat us right
Or this Halloween night
You may get a big revelation
Instead of inviting you
To our big event
You may be our new decoration!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Steven Curran Poetry
This poem is about a boy named Steven (go figure...;) who once each year during the very blessed season of autumn would collect three of his most favorite leaves. Always one red, one gold, and one yellow. And he would put these leaves in a jar sealed tightly upon his shelf. And during the other eleven months of the year before bedtime he would hold his jar, close his eyes, and imagine all the beautiful colors that once surrounded him and made him happy. And it was always around June or July that he would run out of patience and beg his very dear friend Mr. Tree to allow more of those beautifully colored leaves to fall to the ground. And it was always around that time that his Mom would remind him that just like she sought the best for him as well did nature have a Mommy that knew what was best for it. Mother Nature of course. Our story comes to life…

(graphic by: Alecia Patrick)
A Jar Filled With Leaves
He simply did adore it
That jar upon his shelf
He had not much friendship
Just his thoughts and himself…
No one understood him
What he held in his hand
A piece of his heart and soul
Under a tree it would land…
Mr. Tree was his companion
Always so steadfast and true
But when all the leaves were only green
Was when he felt most blue…
So each day ‘till that time
To see those colors did he care
He’d stand underneath his one good friend
And throw his leaves in the air…
Oh please Mr. Tree
Catch the leaves that I threw
And make more just like them
Red, gold, and yellow...
And he waited and waited and waited
But no leaves had come down
For nature has a Mommy too
And soon she’ll come around…
But for now I can only look at
Those memories stashed away
And close my eyes and dream about
A magical October day…
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All contributed content © Steven Curran 2009

(graphic by: Alecia Patrick)
A Jar Filled With Leaves
He simply did adore it
That jar upon his shelf
He had not much friendship
Just his thoughts and himself…
No one understood him
What he held in his hand
A piece of his heart and soul
Under a tree it would land…
Mr. Tree was his companion
Always so steadfast and true
But when all the leaves were only green
Was when he felt most blue…
So each day ‘till that time
To see those colors did he care
He’d stand underneath his one good friend
And throw his leaves in the air…
Oh please Mr. Tree
Catch the leaves that I threw
And make more just like them
Red, gold, and yellow...
And he waited and waited and waited
But no leaves had come down
For nature has a Mommy too
And soon she’ll come around…
But for now I can only look at
Those memories stashed away
And close my eyes and dream about
A magical October day…
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All contributed content © Steven Curran 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
My Kind of Town by cindy tevis
Oh Yeah.... Halloween by cindy tevis
Autunm Breeze by cindy tevis
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Fairy Miracles

Do you believe in things unseen?
Miracles you can't explain?
Have you ever heard the fluttering of wings?
Felt a softness on your skin as if caressed by a breeze?
Thought you heard soft music playing?
Smelled a heavenly fragrance in the air?
Have you ever had an overwhelming feeling
of love when alone?
Felt a new burst of energy when you
couldn't take another step?
If not, I assure you if you lay your cares and worries aside,
and for a moment be a part of all creation
you will find there just may be a fairy nearby.
Sherry Byrum
Byrum Art
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Darkness by cindy tevis
This is my submission for a challenge in SEHA (along with a little art work) for May. So it's a sneak peek, so to say.

Deep in the woods, cauldrons bubble
Witches screech as they're stirring up trouble
Dark Fairies quiver around the flames
Reciting all of their enemies names
The moon glows red with fury and fright
While peering down on this ominous sight
Bad things happen out in the deep
Dark, dark woods while we are asleep
Snug at home in our nice little beds
With pleasant dreams filling our heads
If we only knew what evil abounds
In the darkest corners of our little towns
We must only hope that our sacred names
Are not being chanted around those flames
Sleep well, sleep well through the hours of darkness
The sun will shine soon and in all of it's starkness
The creatures will go back to their shadowy world
And we'll not be aware of the strife they've unfurled
C. Tevis

Deep in the woods, cauldrons bubble
Witches screech as they're stirring up trouble
Dark Fairies quiver around the flames
Reciting all of their enemies names
The moon glows red with fury and fright
While peering down on this ominous sight
Bad things happen out in the deep
Dark, dark woods while we are asleep
Snug at home in our nice little beds
With pleasant dreams filling our heads
If we only knew what evil abounds
In the darkest corners of our little towns
We must only hope that our sacred names
Are not being chanted around those flames
Sleep well, sleep well through the hours of darkness
The sun will shine soon and in all of it's starkness
The creatures will go back to their shadowy world
And we'll not be aware of the strife they've unfurled
C. Tevis
Thursday, April 30, 2009
HALLOWEEN by Breeze

In the deep of the night
when the covens are bare
hags on broom sticks
flit through the air
Where the depths of the sewers
dismiss their odorous crew
the green slimey ghouls
come out then too
When the other side
can't hold them in
the spirits of the ages
come back again
And all rule the earth
all can be seen
in the light of the full moon
on dark Halloween
Breeze
Thanks you Breeze! My stew is brewing now!
Check out her blog for more wonderful poems
CLICK HERE To go to Breeze Daze
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Halloween Is Here by Claire!

Halloween is here
When ghosts and ghouls appear
Black cats and witches come out at night
And sail on broomsticks in full flight!
Claire Hughes
See her blog: Clairedulalune
My first poem entry and prize winner! Congrats Claire! Great poem too!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Light's Out! by cindy tevis

Gusting wind, and dark, dark skies
Cheshire smiles and glowing eyes
Creeping things are all around
Your deepest fears are what you've found
Inside your soul, you want to scream
But, it's Ok it's Halloween!
Stopping at each lighted porch
Holding dear your flashlight torch
Knock on the door, it'll be alright
You must enjoy this magic night
For soon the chimes will strike eight
Then you'll sadly meet your fate
It's down the street and home you go
With your mask and bag in tow
In bed, and ready to take a bite
Mother says "Turn out the light"
. . . "enough excitement for one night"
C. Tevis
Sleepy Days by cindy tevis
Thursday, April 23, 2009
My Favorite Night by cindy tevis
Orange Soldiers by cindy tevis
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
The Spooky House by cindy tevis

Walk up to a spooky house
Being quiet as a mouse
Feel the hair rise on your back
As you walk into the black
You run and try to open the door
But it won't open anymore
You try the window, but it's stuck tight
You know you won't survive the night
All you wanted was a treat
Your mortal fate is what you meet
If you make it through this fright
You'll stick with houses that have a light.
C. Tevis
The Experience by cindy tevis
Halloween Memories by cindy tevis
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Tagged by Claire
The wonderful and fun Claire from Clairedulalune.blogspot.com has tagged me.
Here are my 6 things that I love:
1. Morgan my almost 4 year old Grand Daughter, truly the light of my life!
2. My Daughters Rachel and Shari, and my Husband Randy, they are my heart and soul.
3. My 15 year old Cat Dootsy, my silent companion (except when he is hungry!)
4. My house, when it is clean and organized (almost NEVER)
5. Anything Halloween, especially Halloween Owls.
6. My blogging and SEHA friends, they are something that just a year ago I didn't realize how badly I was in need of
I am Tagging:
Debb
from Halloween jingles bells boo
Heather
from witch hollow primitiives
And Rachel
from dark art garden
Here are my 6 things that I love:
1. Morgan my almost 4 year old Grand Daughter, truly the light of my life!
2. My Daughters Rachel and Shari, and my Husband Randy, they are my heart and soul.
3. My 15 year old Cat Dootsy, my silent companion (except when he is hungry!)
4. My house, when it is clean and organized (almost NEVER)
5. Anything Halloween, especially Halloween Owls.
6. My blogging and SEHA friends, they are something that just a year ago I didn't realize how badly I was in need of
I am Tagging:
Debb
from Halloween jingles bells boo
Heather
from witch hollow primitiives
And Rachel
from dark art garden











