Thought y'all might enjoy these -- The Halloween Poems The Limericks Tonight is All-Hallow’s Eve And I don’t know just what to believe Is it goblins and ghosties Or marshmallow toasties? Dead demons hide souls in their sleeves October nights haunt and enthrall The night air’s filled with the owl’s hooting call La Llarona wakes up, Drinks her tears from a cup Y Los Muertos hold a skeletal ball The ghosts who live up in my attic Make noises that sound much like static I’ve tried to send them away, But they’re here to stay, Those staticky ghosts in my attic A child was kidnapped one Halloween night And for the last fifty years, she’s been rarely in sight Midnight, Halloween Is the only time she’s seen And her appearance is a cold, ghastly fright A witch who on children was lunching Loved the noise of their little bones crunching She licked her black lips, Yelled, “bring on the dip! – It’ll soften the gristle I’m munching!” Dancing Remains Starving cats shriek to a full, hopeless moon The thick air drips with decay and rank ruin Feral dogs scream, adding pain to the chorus Extending an invite to those gone before us Fred Astaire and Miss Rogers they clearly are not As they stumble and scrabble up through Hadean rot Their eyes wormy sockets, foul-toothed, dangling jaws Macabre click-click-clicking sounds a hellish applause Dry bones clack-clacking, grotesque, face to face, Partner holds partner in hideous embrace These skeletal dancers reek a rancid perfume Unsure and undead, their lives re-resume Their clattering waltz is relentless and jerky As they dance to hell’s music, unrhythmic and murky The conductor’s malevolent, ghoulish, reviled His empty eyes glitter, black flames burning wild Clarinets scrape the nighttime with fractals of silence As violins offer melodies of mayhem and violence Percussion and horns build a battlefield wall ‘Til there is no escape from the dead dancers’ ball Hellow, Hallow-E’en It’s almost midnight On All Hallow’s Eve And I’m here to seduce, Entrance and deceive Tonight I come calling, a nightmarish creature – You’ll cling to the stories You’ve been told by your preachers Who tell you that ghouls Are all in the mind, But watch out for my presence Amongst man-unkind Creeping and crawling, I live for this night – I’m a monster most hideous, My first name is Fright I’m the truth of your nightmares, The terror is sheer And scaring you senseless Fills me with cheer I’m the presence Who inhabits your dreams I’m alive in your deep, Darkest screams I exist to appall you, Immerse you in fear And my day of wakening Is now, it’s right here This one night in autumn I visit from hell Where I have been watching you, I know you quite well I’ve waited so patiently For this Halloween So I can show you my real face, Gaunt, slimy, green When you first lay your eyes On the terrible me, You’ll know I’m black evil, But won’t believe what you see Shapeless and hopeless, I do not exist In the time-space continuum In which you persist I’m other-dimensional, Invisible, huge My lips aren’t quite white, My cheeks smeared with rouge My hair’s writhing reptiles, My nails twisted and curled My breath stinks of Hades – I’m so not of your world I slither through shadows, I suck the life from your dreams I slurp up your terror And munch on your screams You can shutter your windows Padlock each door You still won’t be safe – I’ll rise up through your floor At midnight, I’ll seize you And drag you away – You’ll never see the light Of All Hallow’s Day A Glurmy Gleepcious Glorp I plurm and glorp with every breath My existence defies and deifies death I splurp and glomph amongst your days Indistinguishable from mud and haze I slig and slorg, a dark breamy blaze with unctuous vim I sleam through your days and go about my large gorptious ways Slimy, I slawl in shades of grey leaving glossful drippings to mark my way and make your life gang aft agley as I spream and slorl in spurious ways and glurm and gleep with hideous gaze I sleam and glort in vorptious dark ways ‘Til you come undone And my sporphing’s won! My job’s complete – I’ve sprunked your flaze My job is done, I’ve gronked your days! (all (C) 10/2006 by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

What Fun! Friday and Saturday has had many celebrations, Harvest Festivals and fun for everyone. Tuesday night the little kids will be out to have more fun and get candy! Trick or Treat! Linda