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Mara W Kayh Nov 2014
outside it's browns and greys
Inside an orange glow permeates,
skimming the surface
a Ravel march serenade.
the scent of burning pumkin.
You're in the garden planting tulips for
Spring.
when it arrives,
will kindness bloom anew
alongside the rows of colour..
or will we witness the beauty out there
Separately?
a snap shot of the moment. sitting at my computer, trying to make soup. :-)  in a light mood while it's grey outside. with a tinge of fall/winter blues
Wayne Wysocki Oct 2019
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!
Copyright © 2019 Wayne Wysocki
Lily Espy Nov 2013
Sweet sweet pumkin pie
The taste of it is divine
I'd eat it all day
I'm in the thanksgiving sort of mood. HONEY BUTTER.
JP Feb 2019
We started out as daddy's little girls
And you did your best to shelter us from the world
But somewhere along the line
The world was not so kind
When we needed you most
You disappeared like a ghost
Drowning in a case of Labatt Blue
Thinking we had no clue
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2012
I know Cinderella...
The girl is nothing less then a Queen...
Its always our GOD parents,
that seem to take care of things...

When Our providers have moved on,
we are sometimes left with some steps
that seem hard to climb....
And put whips upon our backs,

But I saw her transform,
I witnessed her change....
Those small beast to stallions,
And a pumkin connected to their mange......

A little bit of dust,
brushed along my nose
and I grew......
I know she got there because I drove,

I was touched and defined...
Belief in the enchantment,
gave me these limbs....
perfect enhancements.....

If she became a Queen,
Even after midnight....
I can reinforce these enhancements
That I had for one night......
Ashty Oct 2015
Leaves covered the streets
from various trees
Happiness
Colorful
Singing birds
people dancing away to the music
Poets writing
Artists painting
Families carving pumkin
Lovely is this pie madame
Fantastic picnic
On this sunny day
Hugs and kisses exchanged
Nice painting Billy boy
Thanks Mr

picnic
©Ashty
Faan Oct 2017
It's october, the time for thrills
the time for kills, the time for chills.

the spooky skeleton rise from thine grave
to steal your bones, to make you pray.
mercy you begged for, none be granted,
stripped of your royal skin, now a slave.

Whom must I obey? you wondered,
the headless knight, or the pumpkin Queen?
The Skeleron King, or the Devil within?
it doesn't matter, it's a time for fun,
even in death, it'll all be fine.

Punsih all those who doth not obey,
Trick them all, and heed my call.

Treat is a myth, it doth not exist
even if candy they give, you trick them, insist.
Halloween is a time of horror,
being merciful is certainly not the answer.

go out in the night, do not be scared,
the darkness IS your silk protection.
grab a pumkin, the screaming latern,
by the end of the night it'll be filled with skeletons.

But speak no more of the spooky world,
and gaze into the life of the livings.
instead of spooky they made it joyful,
plenty'o candy is what they think for.

theres no skeleton, no headless knight,
none of the pumpkins are even alive.
to them, we are corpse;
to us, we are the living.
and only on the 31st
can our spooky hunger thirst for hunting.

After the 31st is the 1st,
and then it's time to rest.
lay down back in the ground, a corpse,
filled with sorrow, the living remorse.
But that is fine, for I shall move again
in 364 days, just you wait.
Linz Nov 2015
I know how Kevin McCalister felt
When he realized he was alone
No family or friends by his side
My heart is crying inside

The memories of eating a big dinner
The food coma waiting to come
Football, laughter, and pumkin pie
After the turkeys all gone

My dad, mom, brother
Sister, her hub and my baby neice
Around around the table smiling
And 2500 miles away the though of that, I'm dying

No love to share the day with
My friends are at home with their fam
Maybe next year I will partake in a *****
Instead of chinese food from Sam's

So with Netflix and take out
Sweatpants and slippers I lay
I hope the next year I'll be happy and able to enjoy this day
Matt Oct 2015
I hope to be hugged
And to be loved one day
I have a bit of an akward shoulder

But that's okay

I would like
To find a female companion

Please give me a hug
And isn't it nice

I served you a pumkin latte
With cinnamon and spice

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