Halloween
Halloween was getting near-she didn’t know
What her children would wear.
So many costumes- so many super hero s
She could dress her daughter as Cleo
And her son as Nero.
Maybe as cat woman and batman
That sounds like a perfect plan.
Well! Halloween shops here I come
I won’t have peace until they’re done.
As shoppers- we know that the malls can be tough
Five hours of shopping is just not enough.
They finally find the costumes they seek
What it costs- is my paycheck for a week.
The cost of costumes have gotten out of hand
I think we parents should take a stand.
What’s happened to those days when children
Used to say: “trick or treat, something sweet
Anything for Halloween.”
And parents used to make the costumes
For them to wear- and the toys
And gifts, the children would share.
Life was so much simpler then
When on each corner you’d find a friend.
Now it has become so commercialized
That parents no longer try
To go back to the days of old
When costumes were made and not sold.
Witches and goblins, black cats and such
Frankenstein and the mummy had quite a touch.
These were things that a parent could do
But times have changed, so it’s up to you.
poem by Louis Rams

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If human beings had genuine courage, they'd wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween.
quote by Doug Coupland

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Halloween I Am
This is the winning poem of the Jon London's The Halloween Challenge last year.
Hello! ! This is the last night of October Speaking! !
Ghoulish costumes and Jack-O -Lantern is what I’m seeking
Hobgoblins, ghosts, witches all are freaky freaking
I parade around the neighbourhood when kids are tricking
Trick or treating, bob for apples anything will do
Beg for soul-cakes when skeletons say –“BOO”!
Instead of turnips the perfect pumpkin carved
Candy Factory, Creepy Cupcakes are you all starved?
Black cats drink water breaking superstitious dam
So, Beware! Spooky grim night Halloween I am! ! ! !
Written on the night of 8th of October,2010
poem by Munia Khan

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Halloween
It's Halloween again! The moon is high
And waxing. The night is calm and darkness
Predominates everything. Some clouds try
In vain to quench the lunar fluorescence.
Below, a ray of light exposes weird
And freakish happenings, surreal things!
A quiet crowd of ghoulish kids appear.
Impressive costumes make the evening
An apropos success. The parents walk
Behind the throng of hideous creatures
As each approach the lighted doors to knock.
The townspeople behind their doors are sure
To answer every rap with something sweet
When little voices bellow, trick or treat!
poem by Albert Ahearn

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Halloween Night
Today's a day for chills and fright
They all are on the road tonight
They don't come out during the day
But sneak outside during night to play
Costumes are taken off their racks
Kids eating candy as a snack
Their stomachs are normally in dismay
But no no not today
Normally there is abandoned streets
But today is going to be very sweet
Kids are forgetting their homework
'Cause they all are going berserk
Doors spring open and candy comes out
All the children are running about
Werewolves, skeletons, freaks and more
All their legs are getting sore
I love holidays how about you
The word Halloween is my favorite too
This holiday is not for teens
But tonight for us its HALLOWEEN!
poem by Lance Gong

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I hate the terminology of ""costume"" because my clothes are not costumes at all. I think they're high fashion, avant-garde, and more couture, definitely, and yes, some of my pieces are not particularly wearable, but I wouldn't say they're costumes, I'd say they're more couture.
quote by Christian Siriano

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Entering Fall - Leaving Depressed
deep darkness
enters beyond the moonlit sky
stars gazing bright
fills the night
zodiacs perch among the atmosphere
a cool fall breeze
chills the night
creepy thoughts
near as halloween is
just around the corner
little goblins and ghouls
search for costumes at a five and dime
smashing pumpkins spew
among the country roads
black cats crossing paths
of a barking hound
ambulance heard from a distance
young lovers beneath bleachers
take a chance at bliss
yearning for a sweet kiss
all is well among the peoples society
though millions of miles away
planets gather for an end to
this worlds' misery
poem by Matt Mondschein

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Childhood Halloweens
Once I celebrated Halloween:
It was a part of my childhood.
Everyone was so excited.
And dressing up
In ghostly costumes,
We went trick-or-treating in groups.
We always received treats,
And never had to trick anyone—
As far as I can remember.
But one time a fellow trick-or-treater,
From behind, snatched my bag of candy.
What a mean trick!
The bag was almost full
As the candy spilled onto the ground.
But others helped me to gather all of it,
And the trickster’s plot was overthrown.
What a time those Halloweens were.
Do kids still celebrate?
poem by Walterrean Salley

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Island Fever
Island fever
I think Ive got a touch of island fever
I do believe I feel a bit sauteed
This morning I was just some nonbeliever
Tonight I feel Ive joing a wild crusade
I never thought of life as being breezy
I never thought of time as time to play
I never thought that I could take it easy
But all those feelings changed for me today
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Are finding their way to my brain
Layers and layers of costumes and players
That make my whole life look insane
Palm trees and views I cant believe
Why would I ever want to leave?
I think Ill take my shoes off and go walking
Down beside the caribbean sea.
I like the funny sounds of parrots squawking
I think I hear a hammock calling me.
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Could this be some kind of charade?
Layers and layers of costumes and players
I think I will join the parade
Layers and layers of spices and flavors
Could this be some kind of charade?
Layers and layers of costumes and players
I think I will join the parade
I think Ive got a touch of island fever...
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett

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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
Oh, Halloween Eve
Owls are screeching
It’s icy cold outside,
The wind is howling
Leaves crackle under feet
On neighbor’s porches,
Glowing pumpkins greet
Arms are reaching
For candy baskets,
Kids are seeking
Shadows creep up on you
You almost scream,
When ghosts fly by n’ go boo!
Witches everywhere
On scruffy brooms,
Fly thru the night air
Costumes are a fright
Oh, Halloween Eve,
What a spooky night!
A Poem By Eva (Age 7)
poem by Ray Lucero

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My book is very wild. But you know during the period of BATMAN, that there were thousands of Batman and Robin costumes sold and these weren't just for kids.
House 155
Once upon a midnight dreary
Where light was
Weak and weary
Ghost and goblins Run to
House 155 in Mary
Trick or treat
Was there story
Until their
End was gory
The thunder clapped, lightening flashed.
they heard an evil cackle
A ruby liquid filled the house of 155
House 155
Go in but
not out alive
say trick our treat
a sure way to not survive
on all hollows eve
the house Zombies revive
A diabolical plan
They will contrive
To wait for the
Ghost and goblins to connive
Parent of ghost asking
'What happens to my seeds
tell me all me more'
Will the goblins live?
Qouth the physician nevermore
On Halloween
The goblins perish
And nothing more
Goblin that real name
Is john smith
Is now gone
For evermore
A trick or treater of
House 155
Is no more
Do you dare go to
House 155 on Halloween
I hope no one nevermore!
poem by Jose Duran

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In the Midst of The Shopper's Climax Season
We are in the beginning stages,
Of the shopper's climax season.
The Labor begins.
With a shifting of Autumn winds.
And children are sugarized...
By delights of ghosts and goblins.
Dressed in Halloween costumes,
To get treats...
From those who open their doors,
To discover they have been faced...
By creatures all over the place.
And in between Fall and Winter,
Indian Summer comes as if Spring.
To then chill the air...
To prepare for Thanksgiving.
~We gather together to ask...~
ATTENTION:
We are in the midst,
Of the shopper's climax season.
Adorn your coats, scarfs, gloves, mits and hats.
It is the countdown to Christmas!
And all through the house...
Not a single person is unaware,
Gifts to share is in the air.
Some with price tags,
To remain as they are so some will stare.
Hoping an impression made is there.
'You paid how much for that?
And you are wrapping it up?
Why?
Just give it to 'em!
Unless you are planning to take that back?
Then I applaud your strategy.
Very clever, indeed.
Return to get it at a marked down price.
But 'show' what was actually paid to entice.
CLEVER! '
~Oh Christmass Eve oh Christmas Eve...
When you leave us,
Our debts will bleed.~
It's the day after Christmas,
And shoppers early rise.
Two or more are driving.
Many more conniving...
To return back what they can't afford.
And they realize how delusions kept can lie.
Some are seen with receipts in hand.
Others block store doors.
And they all wait to celebrate,
The new year arriving once more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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Who Must Take Care of Old-aged Parents?
Which child will care for parents when old-aged?
Which child will show compassion and respect?
Which child will find the time to talk kind words?
Which child reciprocates their affection?
Gone are the days of joint family system!
Gone is the sense of values in people!
Gone are the times when blood was quite thicker!
Gone with the wind is honouring parents!
Have parents not showered love on children?
Have they not slogged to give them life's comforts?
Have they not nursed them whenev'r they fell ill?
Have they not done their duties to their kids?
The world today is selfish to the core;
Children just want the wealth of parents old;
None volunteer to tend to old parents;
Children show scarce love to their parents dear!
What has then come upon children today?
Who should take care of parents, elderly?
Should not one's children take care of parents?
Much love seems lost in families these days!
poem by John Celes

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You Can't Tell
Now Days you can't tell,
who is the teacher,
who is the student,
you can't tell.
In days of long ago,
teachers stood out,
students would gladly submit,
who is who, you can't tell.
Now Days you can't tell,
who is the parent,
who is the child,
you can't tell.
In days of long ago,
parents passed on morals,
taught their children well,
who is who, you can't tell.
Parents should build strength,
in their children, you can't tell,
who is the child, who is the parent,
children learn this well.
Now Days you can't tell,
bring back intergrity,
look, act, like you should,
so now days, you can tell.
wrote 1-23-07
Angelica Huston
I first saw Angelica Huston
in the spring of 1996 in L.A.
It was a very warm and vibrant day.
Workshop on fashion and costumes design
Angelica Huston is in the class-
I see her for the first time.
She plays a witch in a movie that fits her style well
she knows a lot about costumes, she has a lot to tell.
One day Razel puppet will act next to Her-
they will be in funny conversations being funny girlie girls.
Both having jet black hair and dark brown eyes
-they can use their Powers to hypnotize
Angelica and Razel playing Witches in a screenplay I write-
making people Laugh instead of being filled with fright.
Maybe it will be 'Razel's Revenge'
where Razel will try to be everyone's friend.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on May 3,2011
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Alms For The Poor. Alms For The Poor
'Alms for the poor.
Alms for the poor.'
Is this a new gimmick their using?
Isn't it a bit early to be dressed,
Like characters from a Charles Dickens' novel?
It's not even Halloween yet.
And those folks are dressed is if prepared,
To sing Christmas Carols.
~Well...
I'm not one to be cynical about these things.
Or quick to express a saccharine sentmentalism...
For those I see appearing in Victorian costumes,
This early in the season.
But I will say this...
Whoever advised them to come to this side of the 'hood',
Dressed like that...
Begging? Or whatever that is they are doing,
Has got to be the best salesman 'ever'.
Or...?
Consider this observation,
Those folks are pushing something discovered better than crack.
And they've come to the 'hood'...
To test this new taste of Christmas in October.
To get folks hooked and as high as possible,
To care less what holiday season is near.~
LOL
~Don't laugh.
I remember when 'arms for the poor' meant a soliciting.
Those folks have buckets in their hands,
Painted with pumpkin faces on them.
With their arms stretched out.
Offering samples of whatever is in them.
And...
Dressed in Victorian costumes.
At this time of the night in the inner city?
That doesn't make you suspicious? ~
Comeon.
What's so unusual about it?
They've come to display their charitable natures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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Halloween Creatures Of The Night
(10/5/11)
This was the night that I was told
Not to walk this lonely dark road
For this was the night that they would all come out
This is what Halloween was about.
Out of the shadows they all came
And many of them was known by name.
There was Frankenstein, the werewolf, the mummy too.
There was count Dracula and his batty friends
The line continued - there was no end.
Then came the witches mixing their brew
In a cauldron pot - would this line ever stop.
The ghouls, the goblins and the ghosts
With their glasses ready to toast.
Backing up the line with sickle in hand
Was the grim reaper, the most feared in the land.
They would go to every street in every town
Letting the kids know that they was around.
They hide behind every shadow and every wall
As the kids came to call.
Out of their hiding places they would jump out and shout
The kids would turn and run about.
Every where they turned there was one of them
No one to help them - not even a friend.
The children going to homes with their Halloween baskets
Till they got to the house with the open casket
Count Dracula would sit up and turn his head
Pretty comical for one who’s dead.
They would turn and run as fast as their feet would allow
Some of them didn’t even touch the ground.
The creatures of the night look forward to this every year
They have so much fun and instill their fear.
BOOBOO
poem by Louis Rams

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Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
The children who neglect their parents will be cursed,
The Nature makes such children’s house a hellish dome,
They are lucky children who are blessed by their parents,
It is said that there is a heaven under the legs of mother,
The children love or not to their mother but she loves all,
She embraces good or bad children but she can’t smother,
Mother is habituated to pray to God for all their happiness,
A few children won’t love their parents but love their wives,
In old age parents are in need of only their children’s love,
Who devote God, adore parents will be happy in their lives,
Love of parents always comes to children from the sky above,
God bless those children who are blessed by their parents,
And God curse those children who are cursed by their parents.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi

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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