Halloween night on this hallowed ground
I stand here among all these terrifying sounds
With the sky so dark the moon barely glows
The creatures of the night gather around close
Hiding in the shadows of the night
Trying to give me a big ole fright
But what these monsters do not know
I have come prepared with my own ammo
Wolf man steps up with his intent to maul
but I distract him by throwing a tennis ball
A witch flies in and thinks I didn't spot her
then flies away when I spray holy water
Dracula with no one around to judge
Was happy I brought him a bag of blood
Frankenstein was pretty easy to fend
All he wanted was to have a new friend
Moral of this story is pretty simple...
Yes monsters are out there
but lets clear up all the confusion
The real monsters out there are human

Happy Halloween HP :)

When the last person living
Takes their last breath
Stares down the darkness
and meets their hour of death
Birds will not cease singing
The trees will still grow
The tide will still pull
and the wind will still blow
The sun will still come out
As will the moon
The leaves will still sprout
and the flowers still bloom
It is only our arrogance
Which makes us think we
are at the axis of all
That we touch and see
Life will go on without us
Year after year
We will just become the people
That once lived here

Writing site English Professor's
This is a poetical community
And not a writing class
I am sure you're educated
Hell
I would surely bet your ***!
But you see
Here's the thing
You're not one of us
No not yet...
And the higher intelligence
You're trying to hold over us
Is seeming less and less...
So when you're done
Pointing out
All our writing flaws
Uneven syllables
And broken poetical laws
Maybe read the thoughts
Of talented creative minds
And try to leave your arrogance
In your sublime...

I cannot explain
The presence of magic
With mere mortal words
Or even prove it's eternal existence
Without sounding quite absurd

Ancient secrets lay benign
Within the Poet's rhymes
There lies the powers
Of love and hate sublime

In a slight of hand the eyes react
Under written messages
Slip through the cracks
Suddenly we're caught up in
A spinning spiritual trance
Raised arms
Voicing strange hypnotic chants
We dance through the gardens
Of lost hopes, mingled with romance
And we're never coming back!

Good friends
Don't always see things the same
Certain amounts of animosities
Interactively remain
Politics and religion
A measurement of wits
Constantly clashing
Good friends are the ****
Although sometimes
Bigotry comes into play
Cleverly crafted subliminal displays
An elephant in the pathway of justice
A mindset politically seasoned
Can easily corrupt us

Oh how harsh the voice of my reason
Us Liberals are always up to our treason
Watch their eyes roll to the right
As their fascist-ism
Peeks through their white
Hold on to that gun
With all your might
Wealthy people
Love to fight
...

I can only deduct
It is not our's to keep
Provided by the sun
The particles of the meek

I can only conclude
I'm riding on a wave
Paddling in different directions
Sifting through the haze

I can only decipher
My thoughts in simple words
Weaving through this emptiness
Connected to this earth

We can only dream of
That which we cannot be
Free from these stages
Of human suffering