LPiA Nov1

[Tiger the Lion]

Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 1

Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for the month of November. 


Topic : Write a poem with a Halloween theme. - Ghosts, goblins, ghouls or any of their associates.
Form : any
Line requirements: 8 lines or more

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

Questions?

[CRNDLSM]

So sick of all the children
and adults who follow them,
congregating in the streets,
I honked, screaming in defeat;
time was up in my back seat.
My mom died on Halloween,
but I got revenge
when my car became Christine.

[Kerbonzo_beenz]

Mummy walking the streets
has found his chosen disciples.
They appraise his curse and wish to expound;
capturing his image with a flash,
but growing tired of his rule
he turns them all inside out.
Donning a fedora he rents a car
and begins life anew.

[busker]

Excuse me, madam,
lying on the macadam-
ised road, quite pasted,
by trolls and tigers tasted,
victim of an unfortunate accident
or murder most foul -
is it your spirit wandering
draped in a cowl
through black thickets blundering?

I have no fear
of ghost or ghoul -
though even the Vikings
deterred by no pikings
nor sudden lightning strikings
nor great white bears
beyond Ultimathule
feared the white walkers
the silent death stalkers -

I fear nothing but
the blue black salamander
of TAS (Scamander) -*
'tis an invasive species
like goats and dogs and lichees
when all we have room for
is the grey kangaroo.

*https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scamander,_Tasmania

[RiverNotch]

All Hallows

Imagine: in some other world,
instead of monsters, everyone
dressed up according to the sense
of that rare word, so often said
near thoughtlessly in Christian prayer.
Behold, I stand before the door
and knock, goes little Jesus, flanked
by the Sts. Peter, James, and John,
until some thoughtful rascal bears
his lopped-off head as if to bowl
and goes, I'm St. Denis!

[TranquillityBase]

Day of the Dead

Picking up sticks
I found one shaped
like the perfect stick sword scimitar.

I held it aloft
to challenge the ghosts of my childhood.
I am the real ghost.

[alonso ramoran]

The small attic bedroom soon turned blue
in the evening. The small fan
droned in the corner, listening. The air
was thick and clung damply
to the living dark.
After their ritual, parents retreat
to the cellar every night.
The radio began to scream.

[CRNDLSM]

I was a werewolf parent yesterday and would chase the sticks when people threw them, 

Day of the Dead

Picking up sticks
I found one shaped
like the perfect stick sword scimitar.

I held it aloft
to challenge the ghosts of my childhood.
I am the real ghost.

[Tiger the Lion]

Incredulous

If ghosts were real
you could be damn sure
Uncle Earl would still be at you;

sneaking up tip-toed
while you're in the bath,

slipping the sheets
from your shoulders
while you slept,

playing victor turned victim,

all butthurt about
how you shot him dead.

[dukealien]

Figures of Ground


Then how might one perform a test
to learn if ghosts are palimpsest
or parchment, whether we are ink
which fades and wavers as we think
from lambskin pages lost to sense
of past and future perfect tense?
Can mass and energy stand host
to thought, or does it take a ghost?

[Tiger the Lion]

And we Never Said Boo

Jenny got ghosted by Darren
so Darren got ghosted by Jane.
Jane got ghosted once, they say
but never got ghosted again.

[monica_boggess]

*Explicit Content I think
*Warning
Untitled
I'm going to tell you all something scary
This type of thing happens rarely.
I'm hiding someone in my basement
If you listen carefully, you can hear her cries from the vent.
See this bitch stole something from me
This something belonged to my heart, it was the key.
Now I'll make her suffer for what she did
And no one will find out, not even our kid.
Well besides you, who I told I don't know why
So, I must do whatever it takes and you too must die.

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Really like this!

So sick of all the children
and adults who follow them,
congregating in the streets,
I honked, screaming in defeat;
time was up in my back seat.
My mom died on Halloween,
but I got revenge
when my car became Christine.

[Mark A Becker]

The dead
never sleep
or maybe
they’ve already
done just that

it’s about time
i get used
to that thought

[TranquillityBase]

The dead
never sleep
or maybe
they’ve already
done just that

it’s about time
i get used
to that thought

Yikes!  This one's unforgettable, Mark.