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I hear a tapping at my door.
It’s trick and treaters I expect.
I have some candy treats in store
which they will happily accept.

I slip the latch so easily
but it appears there’s no one there
I look and listen carefully.
I find the silence hard to bear.

I close the door return inside
I feel a presence I can’t see.
Although there is no place to hide
I gaze about uneasily.

The tales they tell could they be true.
At Halloween the veils grow thin
and homeless spirits can pass through.
I feel my head begin to spin.

When I come to the sun is bright
but I’m not who I used to be.
Some homeless spirit won the fight
and is pretending to be me.

I’ll have to wait another year
before I am myself again.
A long and lonely wait I fear
before my body I regain.

I only hope that it is true
they must give up their tenancy.
When the next Halloween falls due
I’ll have to wait impatiently.

Beware of answering your door
especially on All Hallows Eve.
Fate may have a surprise in store
for those of you who don’t believe.

That this night spirits come and go
and each one seeking for a place
another chance although they know
they’ll have to wear another’s face.

Far better to pretend your out
on no account answer the door.
You will be safe without a
now you’ve been warned You know the score.

31-Oct-07

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Halloween

Masquerade, masquerade
Grab your mask and dont be late
Get out get out well disguised
Heat and fever in the air tonight
Meet the others at the store,
Knock on other peoples door
Trick or treat they have the choice,
Little ghosts are makin lotsa noise
But watch out. . .beware--listen. . .take care
Chorus
In the streets on halloween
Theres something going on
No way to escape the power unknown
In the streets on halloween
The spirits will arise
Make your choice, its hell or paradise
Ah--its halloween
Ah--its halloween. . .tonight!
Someones sitting in a field,
Never giving yield
Sitting there with gleaming eyes,
Waiting for big pumpkin to arise
Bad luck if you get a stone,
Like the good old charlie brown
You think linus could be right
The kids will say its just a stupid lie
But watch out. . .beware--listen. . .take care
Chorus
Listen now--we are calling you. . .
And there is magic in the air
Magic in the air. . .on halloween
Black is the night full of fright
Youll be missing the day
What will be here very soon
Changing your way
A knock at your door
Is it real or is it a dream
On trembling legs you open the door
And you scream. . . .on halloween
Darkness
Where am I now
Is there anybody out there
What has happened
Am I in heaven
Or is it hell
I can see a light comin
Its comin nearer
Its shining
Its shining so bright
Its shining on me
I am the one, dooms in my hands
Now make your choice,
Redeemed or enslaved
Ill show you passion and glory
He is the snake
Ill give you power and abundance
Hes the corrupter of man
Save me from the evil one
Give me strength to carry on
I will fight for all mankinds
Deliverance and peace of mind
But watch out. . .beware--listen. . .take care
Chorus
Yeah, its halloween
Yeah, its halloween. . .tonight

song performed by by Helloween
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Halloween Night

Spooky night Cooky night
Listen to the cool wind blow
Cats screaching at the Jack o' lanterns glow
Bats wait for when it gets late as the trick or treaters do
Amoungst their bussell the leaves begin to russell
Its candy they cant wait to get to
Clouds are flying high high in the sky
Rain begins to fall
Halloween is the spookiest night of all

poem by Gina Rix
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Trick Or Treat

It is time for Halloween
oh yes that time of year
We carry bags of candy
trick or treat we shall hear

They gather on the porch
or maybe the front gate
Arms holding their bags open
saying trick or treat as they wait

Count Dracula is waiting
and Wolf Man is too
There may be a Hobo
or a Princess or two

I dropp candy in each bag
and act as if filled with fright
For this is Halloween
it is a children's night

Then I have an idea
for this special night
A simple bed sheet
may cause some fright

I hear children talking
as they stroll down the street
And I giggle to myself
about the ghost they shall meet

They rattle the front gate
trick or treat rolls off each lip
I round the corner, arms raised
give out a big WOOO, then slip

No bones were broken
but my ego was bruised
My dog had left her own trick
and the children were amused

I guess in the night
we never know what we will meet
It's Halloween
Trick or Treat

Terry M

poem by Terry Mar
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Trick or treat?

It's that time of the year again
when things go bump in the night
when children wander the streets
trying hard to give us a fright.
Wearing long black coats
and witches hat's upon their head
they dress up like scary monsters
and zombies who've risen from the dead.
But last year was a spooky Halloween
when at midnight I heard scratching at my door
nervously I opened it to see who was there
it was a Werewolf blood dripping from it's jaw.
I laughed and said that's a really good disguise
but fancy calling round so late at night
the Werewolf then let out a mighty roar
and grabbed my neck and gave it a bite.
This hideous thing wasn't a child after all
and it then just vanished into thin air
since that night I've never been the same
I bark at the Moon, have claws and long hair.
So let this be a warning to you all
as you don't know what lurks in your street
just be careful before opening your door
on this years Halloween and trick or treat!

poem by Kevin Halls
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An Ode to Halloween

I am new to writing poems and I hope I can learn from all of you.
By the way, I learned how to write this kind of poem because of
An Ode to Christmas. Thank you very much!
An Ode to Halloween
When you see a child
In a costume scary and wild
You know it is Halloween.

When kids go trick-or-treats
And get lots and lots of sweets
You know it is Halloween.

When the trees give up their yellow leaves
And the dead give back their R.I.P.s
You know it is Halloween.

An Ode to scrumptious snacks
An Ode to skeletons that clack

An Ode to Dracula
An Ode to tarantulas
An Ode to Halloween

An Ode to the year’s best time
An Ode to clocks that chime
An Ode to Halloween

poem by Andy Jin
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Hearts Door

I knock on your hearts door
and the sign says 'don't disturb.'
'
I slip a note over the transom
and its floats back 'undeliverable.'

I sleep outside your hearts door,
day and night,

my ear cupped to hear rustlings.

I've rehearsed what I'll say if the door opens.
You'll take me in your arms.

I'll knock every day on your hearts door.

I'll sit.
I'm patient
I am not going any where.

I wait,
outside your heart's door
because
one day
it will open
and my soul
will stare into
your soul
and melt there.
Just you wait
you'll see.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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All Of This Love

(john paul daniel/chapin hartford/jule medders)
Have you ever seen a wild magnolia
Theres only one place it grows
On the shady banks of the tennessee river
Sheltered, untouched and alone
Theres a place in my heart where nobody has been
And I keep it for you
Theres a door to my dreams and one day youll walk in
And until that day Ill be true
cause I cant wait to see what youll do
With all of this love that Im saving for you
All of this love
Cant wait to see what youll do
With all of this love
All of this love that Im saving for you
Do you ever feel the ache and the hunger
And do you look for me too
Sometimes at night when I lie awake and I wonder
Shadows of doubt fill my room
And the darkness falls and I stare at the walls
til you come into view
And I picture your face and the time and the place
Youre a dream waiting to come true
And I cant wait to see what youll do
With all of this love that Im saving for you
All of this love
Cant wait to see what youll do
With all of this love
All of this love that Im saving for you
All of this love that Im saving for you

song performed by by Pam Tillis
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What Do You Do I Ask

(5/4/12)

What do you do when you feel all hope is gone
And hanging by a thread you linger on.
What do you do when you take three steps forward
And eight steps back, and in life you're always under attack.

What do you do when you have door after door
Slam in your face, and to hide - there is no place.
What do you do when your loved ones have lost faith in you
And you don't know what to do.

What do you do when you pray every day
And the answers don't come your way.

Is this really the time to give up hope
When all your life you learned to cope.
Your dreams don't come when you want
And may never come at all
And to the ground they may fall.

Your dreams may not be what GOD has intended
But in your life, your dreams may be ended.
There may be another path that he wants you to travel
And his answers will all unravel.

Your life is not lived just for yourself
You must touch everyone else.
We are surrounded by millions of people
And each life touching another
And giving hope to so many others.

We can not see what he has in store
But we live with faith as we open the new door.
The door may be something that we don't expect
And it will make our lives better yet.
So open the door and let that radiating light shine through
For this is the light and path that belongs to you.

poem by Louis Rams
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No Tip

Up to the door and give it a ring
There having me wait for nothing
Give a call to let them know
That I'm here cause I am ready to go
Still no answer so I walk back to the car
Of course they would wait till I walked so far
About face and re-proceed to the door
14.70 is what I am here for
And 14.70 is exactly what I got
Do I get a tip, I guess not
So I waited for so so long
Just to get stiffed on a delivery
Now that's just wrong

poem by Murasaki Kitsune
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The Waiting Soul

Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord,
And cheer me from the north;
Blow on the treasures of thy word,
And call the spices forth!

I wish, Thou knowest, to be resign'd,
And wait with patient hope;
But hope delay'd fatigues the mind,
And drinks the spirits up.

Help me to reach the distant goal;
Confirm my feeble knee;
Pity the sickness of a soul
That faints for love of Thee!

Cold as I feel this heart of mine,
Yet, since I feel it so,
It yields some hope of life divine
Within, however low.

I seem forsaken and alone,
I hear the lion roar;
And every door is shut but one,
And that is Mercy's door.

There, till the dear Deliverer come,
I'll wait with humble prayer;
And when He calls His exile home,
The Lord shall find him there.

poem by William Cowper
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Olney Hymn 34: The Waiting Soul

Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord,
And cheer me from the north;
Blow on the treasures of thy word,
And call the spices forth!

I wish, Thou knowest, to be resign'd,
And wait with patient hope;
But hope delay'd fatigues the mind,
And drinks the spirits up.

Help me to reach the distant goal;
Confirm my feeble knee;
Pity the sickness of a soul
That faints for love of Thee!

Cold as I feel this heart of mine,
Yet, since I feel it so,
It yields some hope of life divine
Within, however low.

I seem forsaken and alone,
I hear the lion roar;
And every door is shut but one,
And that is Mercy's door.

There, till the dear Deliverer come,
I'll wait with humble prayer;
And when He calls His exile home,
The Lord shall find him there.

poem by William Cowper
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The Promise

Release you back to God.
It is time to set you free.
The pain of letting you go.
Hoping He’ll return you to back me.

I’ll always be right by your side.
With you or without.
One of us knows, it is very clear.
What true love is all about.

I see you when you walk out the door.
I want to scream “Please come back! ”.
My love for you grows every day.
As your love it fades to black.

You may feel the grass is greener.
You have found somebody new.
But when the trials begin again.
Will your new lover remain tried and true?

Is he strong enough to carry you?
In the times when you’ll get weak.
Will he tell you that he loves you?
Even when he does not speak.

From his battles he faced before,
This boy he stopped and ran.
The warrior, he stands, he stands to fight
I fight because I’m your man.

And when you need him to fight for you.
I’ll bet you he’ll be gone.
But your three soldiers we wait for you.
Our battle rages on.

We vow to fight another day.
You’re the one we love the most.
Our true love it won’t fade away.
Even though you’re like a ghost.

Our perseverance it proves we’re men.
You’re playing with a boy.
We look at you like you’re a gem.
To him you’re just a toy.

Did you give it up all too soon?
Just before you got the prize.
Did you realize the truths you seek.
Might be riddled full of lies.

When you look back at all you left behind,
Will you see things very clear?
Your pride is like a magician.
It made true love just disappear.

I wait for my lover to come back.
I’ll wait for my best friend.
I’ll wait for you in heaven.
When this painful life does end.

It hurts to wait here patiently.
Down my lonely path I roam.
The promise I made to the Lord above.
Was to walk with you back home.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Floridian Nightmare

(5/12/11)

The spirits of the dead were flying all around
All you could hear was a screechy eerie sound
The coffins and bodies were taken and thrown into a ravine
One on top of another was all that could be seen.

A worker had notified the authorities of what had taken place
The news media heard of it and said it was a disgrace.
Loved ones came running as they heard of the news
Of how their loved ones had been abused.

Many people have said that they see the spirits
Searching each grave
Looking for a marker of where they once laid.
The people walking their dogs very late at night
Telling of a screaming as their dogs jump with freight.

Now this is a true story and not a Halloween tale
Till this day you could hear the spirits wail.
You can hear the wailing more on Halloween night
As the other spirits join and scream of their plight.

poem by Louis Rams
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'Til Kingdom Come

One... two...
Steal my heart... and hold my tongue
I feel my time... my time has come
Let me in... unlock the door
I never felt this way before
And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummer begins to drum
I don't know which way I'm going
I don't know which way I've come
Hold my head... inside your hands
I need someone... who understands
I need someone... someone who hears
For you I've waited all these years
For you I'd wait... 'Til Kingdom Come
Until my day... my day is done
and say you'll come... and set me free
just say you'll wait... you'll wait for me
In your tears... and in your blood
In your fire... and in your flood
I hear you laugh... I heard you sing
I wouldn't change a single thing
And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummers begin to drum
I don't know which way I'm going
I don't know what I've become
For you I'd wait... 'Til kingdom come
Until my days... my days are done
Say you'll come... and set me free
Just say you'll wait... you'll wait for me
Just say you'll wait... you'll wait for me
Just say you'll wait... you'll wait for me

song performed by by Coldplay
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Unopened Doors

Many doors of opportunity
remain shut through passing time.
You stand at them,
but they never open to let you pass through.
You try and try, but with no avail.
The door remains shut to you,
but you see other pass through it
and your frustration grows.
You bang and shout
and never anyone answers you.
The years slip silently by
from your youth until your old.
Each time you try the door
it refuses to let you through.
Even with more wisdom
it refuses to let you in,
but you don’t give up
you just try and try again.
More time passes
and you’ve lost the will
to want to go through.
You reach that point when you feel the battle lost.
Turning your back you walk away
to let the sun set on your life.
You feel you have nothing now,
no more will to fight.
Someone suggests a different direction,
a different door to go through.
You are hesitant
in case the door remains shut to you.
Finally, you try it
and are amazed to find
the door opens easily
and you can walk through,
but you keep remembering
the door that wouldn’t open for you.

25 March 2009

poem by David Harris
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THIS THING called discrimination

it is when you walk together
with someone you barely know
towards a place
where there is a door still closed
to open at 9 a.m.
and both of you wait
for the right hour
and then the right hour comes
and a strict lady opens the door
carries a folder and calls out a name

just her name
and she smiles at her
and she smiles at her too
and then she lets her in and
she looks at you
without any civility
and she closes the door and
you do not see anymore
what is going inside the room
something so private
the door tells you that

you feel the pain
and yet you are not leaving still

i am telling you
you're the craziest Asian that i have ever known
in this whole cruel white world.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Monster Party

They are having a party at the neighborhood bar
Some they got together well after dark
Oh good grief did you ever see
A monster party on old hallows eve

Frankenstein says, I’ll have another round
But he breaks the chair when he sits down
Wolf man laughs says, Hey, you broke that chair!
Says Frankenstein, I’ll shave that hair!

Dracula he begins to stir
Says I’ll hold him down while you get that fur
Wolf man shakes his head and howls a bit
Don’t go making me mad I’ll go into fits!

The Mummy says Now, he needs his threads!
Oh me oh my, party of the dread
They lock the door, someone hit’s the lights
Did you ever see on hallows eve a monster fight

The whole place shakes from inside out
And flying through the windows ghost no doubt
Scare crow he sorta lost his soul
Running down the street went all his clothes

Oh good grief did you ever see
A monster party on old hallows eve
Me oh my oh what a fright
Did you ever see a monster fight

Suddenly, all went calm
Through the door, out steps one
Oh good grief did you ever see
A naked Wolf man on Halloween!

poem by Bill Simmons
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A Woman's Mood

I THINK to-night I could bear it all,
Even the arrow that cleft the core,—
Could I wait again for your swift footfall,
And your sunny face coming in at the door.
With the old frank look and the gay young smile,
And the ring of the words you used to say;
I could almost deem the pain worth while,
To greet you again in the olden way!
But you stand without in the dark and cold,
And I may not open the long closed door,
Nor call thro’ the night, with the love of old,—
“Come into the warmth, as in nights of yore!”
I kneel alone in the red fire-glow,
And hear the wings of the wind sweep by;
You are out afar in the night, I know,
And the sough of the wind is like a cry.

You are out afar—and I wait within,
A grave-eyed woman whose pulse is slow;
The flames round the red coals softly spin,
And the lonely room’s in a rosy glow.
The firelight falls on your vacant chair,
And the soft brown rug where you used to stand;
Dear, never again shall I see you there,
Nor lift my head for your seeking hand.

Yet sometimes still, and in spite of all,
I wistful look at the fastened door,
And wait again for the swift footfall,
And the gay young voice as in hours of yore.
It still seems strange to be here alone,
With the rising sob of the wind without;
The sound takes a deep, insisting tone,
Where the trees are swinging their arms about.

Its moaning reaches the sheltered room,
And thrills my heart with a sense of pain;
I walk to the window, and pierce the gloom,
With a yearning look that is all in vain.
You are out in a night of depths that hold
No promise of dawning for you and me,
And only a ghost from the life of old
Has come from the world of memory!

You are out evermore! God wills it so!
But ah! my spirit is yearning yet!
As I kneel alone by the red fire-glow,
My eyes grow dim with the old regret.
O when shall the aching throb grow still,
The warm love-life turn cold at the core!
Must I be watching, against my will,
For your banished face in the opening door?

It may be, dear, when the sequel’s told
Of the story, read to its bitter close;
When the inner meanings of life unfold,
And the under-side of our being shows—
It may be then, in that truer light,
When all our knowledge has larger grown,
I may understand why you stray to-night,
And I am left, with the past, alone.

poem by Jenning Carmichael
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The Palmed Heart

I knocked on the door of her soul
peered into its window
tried to see her there at the table
where she sits each day;
I listened for her heart beats
tried to divine her secret place
her mystery needs.

But no;
my trek and voyeurism
came to naught;
she kept all her secrets in her pillow keep
and I had at last
to knock her door
and wait for her to turn the lock
peer out
and ask
'Hi, do I know you? '
She did not; but my eyes had fixed her
many times
and she knew them, their gaze.

She looked at me-
looked at my eyes-
beginning to slowly recognize
they had sought her many times.

I hoped they could speak for me
that they could communicate what words could not convey.
But, I could only stand there and allow proximity
to inveigh what I could not, make my silence speak;
place my soul in the palm of my hand
for long seconds
while she looked and looked
a puzzle-stranger at her door.

She finally said.
'Come in, have something to drink; I have made some tea.

I think she recognized me finally
as someone who from afar
had given her their heart
and she was kind enough
not to slam the door
on it
and I.

It was not love
but kindness here
but that dear reader
is what allows True Love in the door
and she did.
And that was the main thing I needed to know about her
and that was what made me love her.
first from afar
and now
up close.