Halloween approaches and it conjures up associations with the horror films of Hollywood. There was “Attack of the Killer Tomatos”, “Frankenstein”, “The Exorcist”. Think of anything Hitchcock… “Psycho”, “The Birds”, “Vertigo”. Think of a title to use as the title of your poem and write it. Or make up your own Horror film title and be inspired by it… If you dare!
ADVICE FROM A BIRD HEARD IN THE GLOAMING
Hoo-hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo-hoo;
says the owl, if you knew, through and through,
that you never are free,
you’d get ready to flee
from the spooks and the gooks haunting you.
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this is Halloween creepy
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I ALWAYS enjoy your bird poetry, William!
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Mine is at https://miskmask.wordpress.com/2015/10/18/day-16-octpowrimo-the-art-of-repeating-oneself/
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Supposedly, Collins developed that form as a joke, but your poem didn’t leave me laughing. Very effective, and ominous.
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Happy Halloween, William.
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Good one, Misky. I’ll have to try that form.
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Vertigo
I spin
round and round
until
I can stand no
longer
sink to the cushy
grass,
close my eyes and
twirl
with the cosmos
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That’s exactly how it is. Beautifully done.
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Thanks Bill!
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Love your closing!
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thanks!
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Revenge of the Slugs
Useless are we? They cackled
in voices only they could hear.
Tired of being kicked, salted,
and dissed, the slugs discovered
a magic elixir. Crawling about
the wetlands, Stanley the Smart
came upon a new wild berry
tree. Birds, beavers, and tree
frogs were not impressed
with the berries. Perhaps
their hue of puce rendered
them unappealing.
Many months disappeared
down the road, while slugs
crawled from all corners
of concrete and dirt.
The berry-eating fest began.
The slugs grew larger, wider,
and every more powerful.
Tonight, while children
are out collecting
Halloween candy, the slugs
will attack. No one
will be spared. Everyone
will see that slugs are far
from useless.
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This poem works, and not sluggishly, either.
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Ha! Ha!
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I may have trouble sleeping tonight 😉
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Ugh! Slugs Great poem.
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I agree with William and I appreciate your wonderful imagination!
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ABBOT AND COSTELLO MEET THE MUMMY
Their acting
was
horrorific.
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eeek!
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Panic Room
Locked
in a room full of monsters,
grabbing, screaming,
threatening sanity.
Nursery duty.
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Oh, so scarily true!
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This one caught me flat-footed. Wonderful.
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Rocky Balboa
still boxing at ninety-three.
That’s terrifying!
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Seems monstrous to be boxing at all, I’d think.
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Fun one!
https://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2015/10/21/the-mist/
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This is monstrously accurate, from my point of view.
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