tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927822217750406542023-06-20T05:15:39.300-07:00I Dream of HalloweenHalloween Poetry from Kindred SpiritsHalloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-46575136590451398382012-09-28T19:11:00.001-07:002019-10-13T15:28:54.898-07:00Morgan's Poem<a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img border="0" src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1133/1133361r8q1xao8a4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></a><br />
<br />
By Morgan Iris Jarrell<br />
Age 7<br />
<br />
My Grandma is a Witch<br />
But she does not look like one<br />
<br />
Even though she isn't rich<br />
She is very fun<br />
<br />
She looks like a Monkey<br />
But she is not one<br />
<br />
She likes cats<br />
And she likes crows<br />
<br />
Wearing pointed hats<br />
with her pointed nose<br />
and she always likes a dead rose<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-38743576420123347382012-08-16T07:26:00.000-07:002012-08-16T13:05:24.882-07:00Cousin Gertrude is a WitchCousin Gertrude is a Witch<br />
It's a secret<br />
Please don't snitch<br />
<br />
She has a cat named <br />
Wicked Spell<br />
Her Kitty knows, but she won't tell<br />
<br />
Her favorite day <br />
is Halloween<br />
She dresses up and makes a scene<br />
<br />
The kiddies all<br />
stop by her her place<br />
They come to see her witchy face<br />
<br />
Her spooky house<br />
is quite a sight<br />
Old and shabby, full of fright<br />
<br />
Too bad it only<br />
lasts one day<br />
Then the fun all goes away<br />
<br />
Back to boring<br />
Back to gloom<br />
Thank goodness for her magic broom<br />
<br />
If you look <br />
up in the sky<br />
and see something strange flying by<br />
<br />
Don't be scared<br />
Don't be shy<br />
Just wave and tell Miss Gertude hi!<br />
<br />Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-14792258754774279802011-10-30T20:53:00.000-07:002011-10-30T20:59:26.548-07:00Taking FlightHalloween night<br />
Time to take flight!<br />
<br />
Dressed all in black<br />
Striped stockings, pointed hat<br />
<br />
Leather button up shoes.<br />
<br />
Grab cape and broom<br />
We'll be meeting soon<br />
<br />
Applying red lipstick<br />
Frizz up your hair, QUICK!<br />
<br />
We're ready for our Halloween cruise.<br />
<br />
Under the willow tree<br />
We gather, wild and free<br />
<br />
What a sight we are<br />
Sisters from near and far<br />
<br />
To our cats we all bid adieux<br />
<br />
Forming a circle, off we go!<br />
What will happen, no one knows<br />
<br />
Soaring high above the tree tops<br />
Wishing we never had to stop!<br />
<br />
Nothing can beat this glorious view!<br />
<br />
C TevisHalloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-87583738361131721842011-10-27T22:54:00.000-07:002011-10-27T22:56:31.885-07:00THAT MAGICAL NIGHTThe sun goes down<br />
And all over town<br />
The creatures begin to emerge<br />
<br />
Up the street they go<br />
From door to door they tow<br />
Their goody bags filled to the brim<br />
<br />
Porch lights shine bright<br />
Oh what a sight<br />
What's that in front of the moon?<br />
<br />
A witch it might be!<br />
A real sight to see!<br />
I can hear her cackle and scream!<br />
<br />
A magical night <br />
of fun and fright<br />
The kiddies don't want to go home.<br />
<br />
by C TevisHalloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-29000037366621962882011-07-25T23:38:00.000-07:002011-07-25T23:38:12.930-07:00Sisters of GloomOn Halloween night<br />
They're causing a fright<br />
Flying past the moon<br />
<br />
Three Sisters set free<br />
A real sight to see<br />
Upon their enchanted brooms<br />
<br />
The kiddies all hide<br />
but secretly wish they could ride<br />
through the sky with a zoom<br />
<br />
The trio descents<br />
with feverish intent<br />
hitting the ground with a boom<br />
<br />
The porch lights go out<br />
Even the grown ups do shout<br />
Locking themselves in their rooms<br />
<br />
The black cats however<br />
Are not afraid, never<br />
They'll be greeting the gang of three soon<br />
<br />
They don't wish to hide<br />
Hopefully joining the ride<br />
Sitting along side their masters of doom<br />
<br />
Look up in the sky<br />
On Halloween, don't be shy<br />
And you may spot the Sisters of gloom<br />
<br />
C TevisHalloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-64788206706544341132011-06-24T20:17:00.000-07:002011-06-25T06:43:51.434-07:00The Old HagAs I walk through the forest<br />
I peek through the trees<br />
Standing in the clearing<br />
I see an old Hag<br />
<br />
Cackle, cackle<br />
Stir the pot<br />
See the potion bubbling hot<br />
<br />
Secret spell I hear her chant<br />
Mysterious words she does incant<br />
<br />
As she dances round the flames intent<br />
I realize for whom the spell is meant<br />
<br />
Tis meant for those that upon her sneak<br />
with this thought, my knees grow weak<br />
<br />
Time to run, time to flee<br />
before the spell takes hold of me<br />
<br />
But I can not move<br />
I can not run<br />
Seems my time is almost done<br />
<br />
As I sink upon the ground<br />
feeling like my legs are bound<br />
<br />
my body melts onto the grass<br />
I breathe once more, it is my last<br />
<br />
If you should come upon a Hag in the woods<br />
dancing and chanting, it would not be good.<br />
<br />
Turn around and go back home<br />
lock your doors and hide alone.<br />
<br />
Pull your shutters tight<br />
be still with all your might.<br />
<br />
by C TevisHalloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-43377619447975454582011-03-13T20:59:00.000-07:002011-03-13T20:59:54.531-07:00The Old BansheeI hear the cry of the old Banshee<br />
In the night as black as coal<br />
<br />
Oh Lady do not scream for me<br />
Come for another's soul<br />
<br />
Tis growing nearer this I fear<br />
I cannot bear to sleep<br />
<br />
For when the morning light shines clear<br />
Ye shall hear the mourners weep<br />
C TevisHalloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-80424508778059269302011-01-09T20:30:00.000-08:002011-01-11T19:46:25.921-08:00Heart of a Gypsy<a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn119/cindytevis/?action=view&current=VintagePhotos321_edited-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn119/cindytevis/VintagePhotos321_edited-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />
Heart of gold<br />
Young and old<br />
Beauty from the soul<br />
<br />
Spirit's free<br />
A root-less tree<br />
Tumbling down the knoll<br />
<br />
Strength and grace<br />
Dressed in lace<br />
Many fortunes told<br />
<br />
Thoughtful Face<br />
A fond embrace<br />
Love forever bold<br />
<br />
Heart of a gypsy<br />
<br />
by C TevisHalloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-71803125003577438812010-10-08T18:00:00.000-07:002013-09-11T16:52:23.890-07:00A Creature Of Torment a short story by C Tevis<a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn119/cindytevis/?action=view&current=20110803_2.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn119/cindytevis/20110803_2.jpg" /></a><br />
The moon is full tonight 'neath the smokey clouds. In the distance I hear a howl, followed by a heart wrenching whimper. An unnatural disturbance.<br />
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. <br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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....<br />
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.<br />
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.......Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-32201096501521842262010-08-31T18:27:00.000-07:002010-08-31T18:30:04.307-07:00SPOOKY'S HALLOWEEN by cindy tevisSpooky the cat loves Halloween<br />
It's her favorite day of the year<br />
<br />
Dressing up like Witchie Poo<br />
With all of her witchy gear<br />
<br />
Sneaking out the window on Witchie's best broom<br />
Trying to learn how to steer<br />
<br />
Look out! she yells at the kiddies below<br />
as she soars through the street with a zoom<br />
<br />
The kids can hear her blood curdling scream<br />
Right before she lands with a boom<br />
<br />
Hobbling home with her head hanging low<br />
dragging what's left of her ride<br />
<br />
Knowing that when she finally gets home<br />
She'd better find a safe place to hide!Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-44205289885147623272010-07-31T13:51:00.000-07:002010-07-31T13:58:21.214-07:00The Something by cindy tevisIt's Halloween night and there you see <br />
Something hiding behind the tree<br />
<br />
Is it a goblin or a mean old witch,<br />
Searching the limbs for the perfect switch?<br />
<br />
Maybe a ghostie floating in air<br />
Or a creepy werewolf with lot's of hair<br />
<br />
All you know is that you have to pass by <br />
That "something" and then you try not to cry<br />
<br />
Tip toeing up to the grand old oak<br />
The something jumps out at you wearing a cloak!<br />
<br />
You scream until you run out of wind!<br />
The something starts laughing... it was only your friend!Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-24791512772390414982010-05-19T21:18:00.000-07:002010-05-19T21:21:30.511-07:00THE OLD HOUSE ON THE HILL by cindy tevisThere's an old house on the hill<br />
No one lives there but still<br />
At midnight the neighbors all hear<br />
<br />
Creaking and groaning<br />
Laughing and moaning<br />
Sounds guaranteed to strike fear<br />
<br />
Sneak up to the window, look inside, take a peek<br />
Something is moving in the corner, don't shriek!<br />
<br />
It may be a mouse or an old alley cat<br />
Look out! here it comes, it's a vampire bat!<br />
<br />
Spider webs cover The dusty old chair<br />
Making us feel we had better beware<br />
<br />
No one lives there at least not the kind that we see<br />
What is that over by the old willow tree?<br />
It's so foggy and misty I really can't see<br />
If it comes any nearer I may have to flee!<br />
<br />
Goodbye!Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-18478047531605980102010-05-01T22:31:00.001-07:002010-05-10T16:31:44.831-07:00All Hallows Eve by cindy tevis<a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn119/cindytevis/?action=view¤t=vinthalcrop.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn119/cindytevis/vinthalcrop.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />
The old man in the moon looks down from the sky<br />
On all Hallows Eve he must keep an eye<br />
On the witches and goblins and Ghoulies too<br />
To make sure that they don't come after you!<br />
<br />
He sees the black cats march up the street<br />
Holding their jack o lanterns filled up with treats<br />
Passing them out to the kiddies so sweet<br />
Dressed up as ghosties in mother's old sheets<br />
<br />
Next comes the monsters creepy and scary<br />
Freaky and weird and mostly just hairy<br />
He watches them as they sneak around<br />
Hiding in the shadows all over town<br />
<br />
The wise owl sits on the old man's chin<br />
Ready to fly down in case trouble begins<br />
Keeping the night safe is what they do<br />
Whooo goes there...the owl says, what's that I hear? - BOO!Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-90465469375033410802010-04-24T22:17:00.000-07:002010-04-26T21:13:41.962-07:00TRIP THROUGH THE GRAVEYARD by Cindy Tevis<a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn119/cindytevis/?action=view¤t=20100324_10.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn119/cindytevis/20100324_10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />
<br />
Wandering along grassy paths<br />
Stories set in stone<br />
Looming granite monuments<br />
Tower those reduced to bone<br />
<br />
Feeling sadness for the lost ones<br />
that never made it home<br />
Knowing one day I will join them <br />
Six feet under and alone<br />
<br />
Someone walks along my grassy path<br />
What are they thinking of<br />
They read my tombstone and they wonder<br />
how much I was loved<br />
<br />
I am no longer sad<br />
for I know the truth is this<br />
Our trials upon this earth are brief<br />
But paradise is infinite blissHalloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-13080861618416788202010-02-23T16:06:00.000-08:002010-06-04T20:51:34.980-07:00THE FRIGHT OF YOUR LIFE by cindy tevis<img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn119/cindytevis/shabbyhag.jpg"><br />
The old hag is sweeping her doorstep tonight<br />
Preparing for the big affair<br />
The kiddies will come all dressed up for delight<br />
Oblivious that they should beware<br />
<br />
They won't notice her cackle or shabby old face<br />
As they step up near her silhouette<br />
Tis the night to dress up all over the place<br />
But this visit they will never forget<br />
<br />
She smiles at the ghosties and goblins and such<br />
And then she invites them inside<br />
Showing them treats that enchant them so much<br />
They stand their with bags open wide<br />
<br />
Soon the lights become dim<br />
and the kiddies get scared<br />
Her face looks so grim<br />
No child will be spared<br />
<br />
Heed this warning dear children<br />
On Halloween night<br />
Don't walk up to old houses<br />
Lest you prepare for the fright<br />
of your life!Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-37369670471748358642010-02-17T21:44:00.000-08:002010-02-17T21:49:15.702-08:00THE GOOD TIMES by cindy tevis<img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn119/cindytevis/barnparty.jpg"><br />
Inside the old barn on halloween night<br />
Is a picture that warms my heart<br />
The folks are dressed up, it is quite a site<br />
Even the grown ups will want to take part<br />
<br />
The lanterns are glowing with their toothy grins<br />
Kids bob for apples with all of their friends<br />
Costume contests take place and everyone wins<br />
Hay bales are piled in the cart<br />
<br />
Festive ruffles adorn the old cob webby place<br />
It's never looked better than this<br />
We have managed to fill up every space<br />
With exhileration and bliss<br />
<br />
These are times to remember for many a year<br />
Cherish and treasure and share<br />
And pass on the tradtion of halloween cheer<br />
Show our children how much that we careHalloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-25379531085454405342010-02-16T21:46:00.000-08:002010-02-16T22:00:13.096-08:00MY WORST FEAR by cindy tevis<img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn119/cindytevis/fear-1.jpg" /><br />
<br />
Out in the woods<br />
Is a place that exists<br />
It's humid and dark<br />
As I walk through the mist<br />
<br />
I see shadows and strange lights<br />
Dead tree limbs around<br />
In this secret place that is<br />
Void of all sound<br />
<br />
So quiet and peaceful <br />
And eerily pleasant <br />
You would never know<br />
That these creatures are present<br />
<br />
They slither and crawl<br />
Under broken down shacks<br />
Melting away like<br />
Such fluid wax<br />
<br />
The silence is broken<br />
By a raven's call<br />
She seems to be<br />
Sending a warning to all<br />
<br />
Watch out! <br />
Is the message<br />
She cries in the trees<br />
<br />
I hear her and suddenly<br />
I know I should freeze<br />
<br />
I can not see it or hear it <br />
But I feel it begin<br />
To overwhelm me<br />
From somewhere within<br />
<br />
Just then I awaken<br />
And I know where I've been<br />
It's a place that I've visited now and again<br />
<br />
The name of that place<br />
Suddenly becomes clear<br />
The name of that place<br />
Is MY WORST FEAR<br />
-------cindy tevisHalloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-14130722278482592272009-12-27T12:13:00.000-08:002009-12-27T12:22:17.375-08:00GIVEAWAY TIME!<img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn119/cindytevis/DSCN0088.jpg"><br />Sign up to win one of my Halloween Poetry Books! Poems and illustrations by me.<br />Simple...<br />just <br />follow this blog (1 chance)yes, that means all of my followers are automatically signed up at least once!<br />post a comment stating that you want a chance to win (2 chances)<br />post a link on your blog(3 chances)<br /><br />I will draw a name on Jan 5th!<br />Good Luck!Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-26377064789565887772009-10-31T09:55:00.000-07:002009-10-31T09:59:18.151-07:00Happy Halloween ! A new poem to read.<a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/645/645553o1lko0cjpp.gif" border="0" height="400" width="400" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="_blank"></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />graphic by: alicia patrick</span><br /><br />By Cindy Tevis<br /><br />THE FUN HOUSE<br /><br />Standing in a dark space with creeping things around<br />Spiders crawling in the corner, black cats crouching down<br /><br />Potions bubble<br />Smoldering trouble<br />It's time to get out<br />On the double!<br /><br />Scary places, distorted faces<br />You run and something behind you chases<br /><br />No way out, you hit a wall<br />Fall to the ground and begin to crawl<br /><br />You see the light begin to shine<br />Just as you were to about to whine<br /><br />Feeling relief embrace your soul<br />Getting out alive is your goal<br /><br />As you flee you lose your shoe<br />Who cares, you say<br />I am THROUGH!Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-47454839436270327352009-09-22T17:18:00.000-07:002009-09-22T17:21:30.765-07:00Another Wonderful Poem by Steven Curran<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/99/99167im1bbp2uvq.jpg" width="100" border="0" height="100" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">graphic by: xxreaperskissxx<br /></div><br />Vampire Coffee<br /><br /><br />With stretching arms and a big long yawn<br />And habitually avoiding the sun<br />He looked around and thought aloud<br />Something other than blood would be fun...<br /><br />So he thought and thought and thought some more<br />And now he could not wait<br />Its warm and sweet and so very delicious<br />A coffee would be great...<br /><br />But before he left to get his treat<br />Something inside him was not quite right<br />Could he leave his home without first drinking blood<br />And still control his ferocious bite...<br /><br />That settles it as he shut the door<br />And made his way across town<br />I'm doing so well and what are the odds<br />There isn't a soul around...<br /><br />At last he arrived at "Joe's Coffee Shoppe"<br />Read the sign hung above the door<br />As he made his way in and carefully got on<br />The line that wrapped 'round the floor...<br /><br />He could not believe at this time of night<br />So many others wanted coffee too<br />For the taste of their blood tortured him now<br />They would run if they had but a clue...<br /><br />His mind had strayed then finally his turn to order his wish<br />With flickering eyes that feared certain doom<br />Just concentrate on why you've come<br />And how you'll be safe at home soon...<br /><br />Inches away from his neck and instinctively driving him mad<br />His bloodlust substantially grew<br />And suddenly snapped back from his breaking point<br />Only to realize he was being spoken to...<br /><br />Welcome my friend and what can I get ya<br />How bout a nice cup of joe he said<br />He gulped and tensed up as sweat ran down his face<br />I'll just have some coffee instead...<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-15372323778467681642009-09-14T22:50:00.000-07:002010-06-04T21:10:17.726-07:00HALLOWEEN ELVES by cindy tevis<a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"><img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1596/1596202czms4qfz9z.gif" width=302 height=299 border=0></a><br />
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graphic by: gothkytten<br />
<br />
Halloween Elves<br />
By" Cindy Tevis<br />
<br />
Working loyally all year long<br />
To this elite group do we belong<br />
<br />
Brushes, paint, and stitchery<br />
Complete with all the witchery<br />
<br />
Santa's elves have nothing on us<br />
The red and green and all that fuss<br />
<br />
It’s orange and black that does us right<br />
And on October 31 we'll all take flight<br />
<br />
You’ll see our brooms fly though the air<br />
Dropping our goodies here and there<br />
<br />
Black cats, bats and JOL’s<br />
The kinds of things that’ll make you yell<br />
<br />
It’s Halloween hip hip hooray!<br />
Our very best'est favorite day!Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-4664493283335921072009-08-13T17:35:00.000-07:002010-06-04T21:10:41.281-07:00Never too old! by cindy tevis<a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1914/1914243kl4nvlprna.jpg" width="200" border="0" height="200" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size:78%;">(graphic by blackhappiness22)</span><br />
<br />
By Cindy Tevis<br />
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It's the big night once again<br />
now you don't need to pretend<br />
That you are to old for this fun!<br />
<br />
Dress up and go knocking<br />
at the doors you'll be stopping<br />
getting treats from everyone!<br />
<br />
So they want to look under<br />
your mask, and they wonder<br />
how old of kid you must be.<br />
<br />
Let them be nosy and bold<br />
You know that you're not too old!<br />
after all, your a mere ninety-three.Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-18046640406331381462009-08-04T16:14:00.000-07:002009-08-04T16:24:07.348-07:00Steven's poetry #3!Third in the series<br />By Steven Curran<br /><br /><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/368/368595ulfumkvf8n.jpg" width="441" border="0" height="72" /></a><a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="_blank"></a><br /><br />The Rose Calamity<br /><br /><br />Have you ever really looked<br />At a boquet of roses<br />The eyes and the ears<br />The mouths and the noses...<br /><br />For when you do buy them<br />They are pretty my friend<br />But has anyone ever told you<br />What takes place start to end...<br /><br />They are put in a vase<br />That is filled half with water<br />And herein the beginning<br />Of all the disorder...<br /><br />At first they stand straight<br />Seen by the naked eye<br />But can you see their legs and arms<br />Oh no, its no lie...<br /><br />They reach out to choke<br />The other one's stem<br />With the most pompous of attitudes<br />They could never be friends...<br /><br />It's a fierce competition<br />To see who can last<br />And the ones that wilt over<br />To the nether so do pass...<br /><br />For the last rose is standing<br />All others have died<br />And to her mighty glory<br />An ill-fated surprise...<br /><br />In short time comes the human<br />With outstretching hands that thrash<br />Firm grip upon the roses<br />Snatched up in a flash...<br /><br />And for a brief moment<br />If that rose only knew<br />What was considered victorious<br />Was a farce through and through...<br /><br />Thrown away to the garbage<br />Together laid to rest<br />And the biggest lesson learned<br />Interdependence or death...<br /><br />Next time they will work<br />Together as one<br />To escape the evil vase<br />And RUN RUN RUN...<br /><br /><br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />All contributed content © Steven Curran (Haunted Hayride) 2009Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-13212998457662650392009-07-30T19:59:00.000-07:002010-06-04T21:11:02.135-07:00TRICK OR TREAT US RIGHT! by cindy tevisWe have much more from Steven coming up soon, but I had to post my newest poem.<br />
A little Halloween Enthusiast Humor<br />
A new one from me.<br />
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<a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"><img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/651/651801rsdjpmjpzf.gif" width=100 height=120 border=0></a><br />
(graphic by: chibiville)<br />
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TRICK OR TREAT US RIGHT!<br />
By: Cindy Tevis<br />
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Hidden from view<br />
Dark, and spooky<br />
Is the world of a few<br />
Just a little kookie<br />
<br />
It’s the land of Halloween<br />
<br />
Others can’t comprehend<br />
Even though they pretend<br />
To show interest <br />
In this world that we’ve found<br />
<br />
We can’t imagine a life<br />
Without Pumpkins and spiders<br />
Candy corn treats <br />
and hot apple cider<br />
<br />
Breathing the black<br />
The orange, and white<br />
Never harming a soul<br />
Or causing a fright<br />
<br />
Just leave us to our little town<br />
<br />
But when October comes by<br />
They all want to fly<br />
Over to our side of sanity<br />
<br />
We are the best folks around<br />
When Halloween parties abound<br />
Which serves as a boost to our vanity<br />
<br />
Just treat us right<br />
Or this Halloween night<br />
You may get a big revelation<br />
<br />
Instead of inviting you <br />
To our big event<br />
You may be our new decoration!Halloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-692782221775040654.post-55797380048940176792009-05-31T21:53:00.000-07:002010-06-04T21:11:18.745-07:00My Kind of Town by cindy tevis<a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/607/607172mx09pyeusr.gif" width="319" border="0" height="498" /></a><br />
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I wish I lived in Halloween<br />
It is where I belong<br />
Old Scary movies on TV<br />
All the whole year long<br />
<br />
Costume parties every night<br />
Around each corner a new fright<br />
Decorations to delight<br />
Creatures glowing in blacklight<br />
<br />
If I could just find this place<br />
I would never leave<br />
C. TevisHalloween Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04637597203799081715noreply@blogger.com3