Dark his eyes as midnight
with stars in the gleam.
He glowed of snow in moonlights
mysterious bright beam.

Lightning was his spirits source,
and thunder born.
he stood in the likeness of a horse,
but held high a mighty horn.

rapid danced his lively mane
that left a rapid trail,
across his majestic frame
that cascades into a plumed tail.

Filled with the rainbows essence
spectacular to behold,
and just as illusive in his presence
as the promised ***-o-gold.

Watch out! They're coming everybody beware
they walk around real life,
from our nightmares.

Through the town their creeping
to get the things they want;
they come with a password
to each house they haunt.

From a pirouette forms Draculla
as he comes to full height,
he draws his cape to his chin
to hide his overbite.

Against a full moons light
hangs a witches shape
all year shes been waiting
for this very night to escape.

The wolfman howls through the distance
and sprouts coarse red hair.
As ghosts and goblins frenzy
through the cool nights air.

Two lights are yellow glowing
above a toothless grin
on an old Jack-o-lantern
born from a pumpkin.

Into the light comes creeping
a cat as black as coal,
from out of hiding places
upon the night to stroll.

Out of the closets rattle
old Mr. Bones,
and from the tombs rumble
a mommie moans.

Outside they all gather
monsters of every size;
from huge Frankensteins
down to the little guys.

Here they come, be quiet,
wait for a knock to be heard.
There it is get ready
for the password.

"Trick-or-treat's" the password
then comes the trade,
for the small price of a treat
no tricks will be played.

"Happy Halloween!"
before they all turn and disappear,
back into their hiding places
I'm safe again till next year...

Don't cry, shed no tears
over the death of mine;
I will have completed a task everyone fears
and I've feared it the very last time.

Don't grieve over forgotten, " I love yous "
if my life quickly ends,
for love is the strongest of virtues
that through time transcends.

And I'll always love you
but now it's in a different way
not in body as we used to
the way it was yesterday.

Feel my presence in a sudden breeze
my kiss in morning air,
touch a flower and think of me
and know I am there.

If you think "poor me"
I'm not and never was
if I had one thing that made me lucky
it was your love.

Hold on to today
with fond memories of me in your past,
don't let yesterday obsess you
and make every precious moment last.

I wish I had a cabin
to put the fireplace
I wish I had in.

come on everyone
help me build this poem!!

May the blue forever hold the stars,
and the red stays intact;
and the white will always stay as true
as those who defend its cause.

A Sultan set out on a journey one week,
when back to his harem he did sneak.
It startled his wives,
who scrambled for their lives
and let out a terrified sheik.

There was a hunter one autumn,
who ordered four hunting dogs and bought 'em,
he came back later for more
when asked about the other four,
he said, "I already shot 'em."

Time serves cold
making seasons complete,
silver steals the autumn gold,
and daylight hours retreat.

Window panes are icy etched
transparent around the center,
from the eaves icicles stretched
like frozen tears of winter.

The brook in its silence, lost,
beneath a mantle steep
lies still in solid frost
in a crystal covered sleep.

From each of the chemnies cascades
a steady stream of smoke,
rises up and then fades
into midnights mighty cloak.

Silence is this seasons song
lulled by the essence of the wind
as it lay the blanket on the ground,
and tucks all of nature in.

The heart it has no logic, it can't be reasoned with.
The mind in all its wisdom can't define,
feelings the body can't resist.
Charged with life the soul takes heights
That mortal can only dream of.
This is Love.