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Spastic and Spoopy – #OctoberWriting #OctPoWriMo #poetry

17 Wednesday Oct 2018

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There was something odd, on this moonlit night

I couldn’t figure it out, but it gave me a fright

The moon in the sky, a very curious shape

It looked like an egg, or maybe even a grape

When up in the tree, I saw an eerie red glow

Twas a gem, like a ruby, held on by a toe

The toe was attached to a spoopy old thing

Half bat and half bird, and it started to sing

I covered my ears, couldn’t handle the sound

Stepped back, lost my balance, fell to the ground

Looked up at this creature, as he laughed at me

How dare he do that, when he’s up in my tree?

Then it dawned on me, why the moon was strange

It wasn’t the moon, someone made an exchange

It was an egg, hatched an extraterrestrial being

I saw all I wanted, turned and ran, quickly fleeing

 

October Writing Prompt – Spastic and Spoopy – Day 17/31
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The Frankenstein Feast – #poetry #OctWrite #OctPoWriMo

16 Tuesday Oct 2018

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He gathered them together
Every goblin, ghoul and beast
To celebrate this day with him
At the annual Frankenstein feast

Wolfman came in full attire
Alice brought a rabbit in a hat
Jack O’Lantern brought the pie
And grandpa turned up as a bat

Of course, Frank had celebrities
Most had their faces masked
He even had some other folks
Though they were never asked

But Frankie didn’t care, no sir
Everyone was welcome to crash
Clowns, kids, even Chaplin did
It was the greatest monster bash!

 

October Writing Prompt – The Frankenstein Feast – Day 16/31
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Maggoty Monsters – #poetry #OctWrite #OctPoWriMo

15 Monday Oct 2018

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Said the wicked old witch, to the fly on the wall
Your maggots are restless, won’t stop moving at all
I need them, to stir up, a batch of my brew
Tell them to calm down, for a moment or two

Said the fly on the wall, to the wicked old witch
You can do it yourself, with a lick and a stitch
If they don’t work out, then it best be forgotten
After all, these monsters, were all misbegotten

Still the fly had his price, it was all or nothing
Didn’t matter to him that his brood was abuzzin’
But the witch wanted quiet, to conjure her drink
With them making noise, she could barely think!

Trying to soothe over the old lady’s nerves
The maggots calmed down, landed, reserved
The witch was now happy, she shouted with glee
Finally! This is exactly how I need them to be

The witch got her purse, but the fly wanted double
Not able to agree, only caused them more trouble
With that, the witch, well, she’d had enough
And the fly on the wall… he’s now merely a scuff

 

October Writing Prompt – Maggoty Monsters – Day 15/31
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Worrisome Wailings – #OctWrite #OctPoWriMo

14 Sunday Oct 2018

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This vision in white, ever cries for the one

Her hauntingly, hideous anguish is sung

For every October, yes, come Halloween

She arrives to create her unearthly scene

Screeching and screaming, waking the dead

Hoping she’ll find him, to release him, instead

He’s kept locked in the portal, of no escape

Left to hang, in limbo, with ethereal shape

Carrying on, she’s a spirit, a woman, possessed

Her worrisome wailings, his cause for unrest

 

October Writing Prompt – Worrisome wailings – Day 14/31
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Keeper of the Corpses – #poetry #OctWrite #OctPoWriMo

13 Saturday Oct 2018

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Beyond the city, in the blackest night
Lives the grim reaper, sickle in hand
Keeper of the corpses, rumors say
Bones line gardens, over which he stands

One by one, they’re brought to his castle
Taken too soon, by the latest plague
Piled on each other, no room for more
Why he enjoys this, is clearly quite vague

Count on him, by the light of the moon
You needn’t make an appointment
It’s first come, first served, anytime of day
Just remember, he’ll leave you disjointed

 

October Writing Prompt – Keeper of the corpses – Day 13/31
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