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🎃 ALL HALLOWS EVE 🎃: 🎃 HALLOWEEN!!! 🎃 The glow of the jack-o-lantern glow is so bright, warding off evil spirits, on all hallows eve night. On this creepy, and spooky Halloween, Ghost, and Gobblins are found and seen, Werewolves, Witches and Vampires are everywhere, Creatures are on the prow without a care. Looking and Searching for people in sight, On a spooky and frightful ALL HALLOWS EVE NIGHT!!! B.R. Date: 10/5/2024
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Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 5:38 PM UTC
🎃 Jack-o-Lantern 🎃
A Jack-o-Lantern, it's said, Had the brain scooped out of his head; He was only as bright As the dim candle light, But boy was he handsome instead!
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Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
Pumkin Guy
Fantail feathers, of a hazy, 'yellow-orangish-moon'… Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Skeleton-scythes, thorny-stars, swaying in the swoon, Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Fire-pits and witches brew and cauldron’s smoking tricks? Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Little dwarves and wolves and serpents crawling; leftover people bits, Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Trumpets hailing arrival, of Pale Rider, can you hear his tune? Fantail feathers strain the sight of harvest-yellow moon, Skeletons, fire-pits, witches, cauldrons and Old Nix, Animals of evil’s calling, tricker-treaters; Hallow’s Eve and ****** grit! Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Pray to Sáeta, Satá, Saturn… Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern*
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack they say, one autumn day did fool the devil well; And then and there, did make him swear, to keep him out of hell. But when he died, he was denied his entrance into glory; And so he roams our streets at night and therein lies the story. To see at night, he has a light that comes from hells own flame- Which burns so well in a pumpkin shell and jack-o-lantern is its name.
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
The Origin of the Jack-O-Lantern
My Jack O'Lantern has a Jagged toothy grin. It is a candle burning with orange lasting light to keep at bay the spirits of the night. I put you at my door to keep the fear from coming this way, knowing that the demons will be scared off on this special day. You are my lucky ward to fend-off the demon hordes. So please burn bright for me the rest of Halloween night my fearless beacon of gentle falling light. You are my saving flame, warming my heart and giving a feeling of delight as you save me from the scary night. Thank you Jack O'Lantern for your might against Halloween night.
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
Jack O'Lantern Thanks
We are two animals trapped inside a glass box Nothing to say or do that isn't lost inside our thoughts You hope to find an inkling inside the broken chatterbox But mostly deny what's inside the two time Goldilocks Is it too cold, too hot, or just right? Hit me up on the flip side and I'll keep you lukewarm tonight. Who's eyes light up your insides like a rotten Jack O'lantern? Who's argyle style lies in all the wrong patterns? I'm loose like a cannon or a bad set of tie rods. You can hear the truth speak when you read it in my scrimshaws. Bear claws I'll Tear apart your life like the jaws of life. Tear you apart like a knife like jaws did Richard Dreyfuss What? Say what? This guy writes like Jackson ******* drinks And paints like Charles Bukowski. His life pours out in lines like the inside of a chocolate factory. When asked where is his mind he pointed to his heart, and said to them:   "you shouldn't play with knives when you're dancing in the dark."
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Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
Write like Jackson ******* drinks and paint like Charles Bukowski