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The trick or treater stood before me
Dressed like someone from a story
He was looking good but really gory
I knew just who he was

The blood looked real and really icky
I knew the kid, his name was Mickey
The dried blood it looked really sticky
He never said a word

Zombie like, he stood there staring
It was a fantastic costume he was wearing
I'm sure that most kids he was scaring
He held his bag up high

I reached behind to give him candy
The treats were close, I had them handy
I gave him chocolate, a bar called "Dandy"
He smiled and walked away

I watched him leave and said "good haunting"
I hope he gets all that he's wanting
He looked at me, like I was taunting
He didn't understand

Each year he goes out trick or treating
One year poor Mickey took a beating
While he was standing, and his candy eating
He's never been the same

He's 24 and no one cares
It's not the same if he's not there
He always comes and stands and stares
Mickey is our favourite ghoul
Mickey's Hallowee'n


The trick or treater stood before me
Dressed like someone from a story
He was looking good but really gory
I knew just who he was

The blood looked real and really icky
I knew the kid, his name was Mickey
The dried blood it looked really sticky
He never said a word

Zombie like, he stood there staring
It was a fantastic costume he was wearing
I'm sure that most kids he was scaring
He held his bag up high

I reached behind to give him candy
The treats were close, I had them handy
I gave him chocolate, a bar called "Dandy"
He smiled and walked away

I watched him leave and said "good haunting"
I hope he gets all that he's wanting
He looked at me, like I was taunting
He didn't understand

Each year he goes out trick or treating
One year poor Mickey took a beating
While he was standing, and his candy eating
He's never been the same

He's 24 and no one cares
It's not the same if he's not there
He always comes and stands and stares
Mickey makes our Halloween





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I tried to climb a mountain but the stones keep falling in my way up.
I try to grow but some body keep treating me as a kid.

I try to move forward but somebody is trying to mislead me so that I may fall over the cage.
I wrote a letter to my loved ones but somebody tear it up.

I tried to lighten up a bulb so that a darkness may disappear but somebody kept switching it off.

What have I done to be prevented in my way.
I never steal from you.
I never abandoned you.
Why do the silly things done by you.

I tried to scoober dive and you shoot straight to my protection.

All you want to see is me walking bare footed,with ***** clothes and berg from you,but I promise I will never rest till I get there to the winning rope.

I wanted to be your forever.
You kicked me where ever.
I wanted to change the situation you let me choose opsticle.
Up obove my head I saw a stars but down I saw the 10 fit under the ground.

I should not have trusted you.
If I knew you were traitor I would be a treater,so that I can treat all your traitorship .

But the question is what have I done to deserve this.
One man Oct 2017
Hallow's eve you took a walk 
the storys dont scare you
ghosts, ghouls and zombies
you know them all untrue

Another trick or treater
approaching through the night
but then you notice something
no feet he seems in flight

Step into shadows hiding
you breath so quietly 
but now it halts as if to smell
stopped dead as night is he 

He turns your way and tilts his head 
It seems to know your there 
he moves toward you silently
just floating through the air 

A smell of death is on its breath 
like a thousand rotting meats 
the air it chills as it gets close
as if the heat retreats 

Your heart it beats but froze is it 
no fire in it to brawl
only one question now remains
So "Who you going to call?"


© One man
Bit of Halloween fun
vircapio gale Jan 28
my kindness has now been commodified
whereas before it triggered hate
--seen as weakness, as cruelty's plaything--
still, i saturate to what extent i can
my daily happy-dance with honest friendship,
compassion's ease, delight and pet-store equipoise.
yet my sincerity is sloganed, emptied of its worth:
trained to say 'rewards program' in stead of 'membership, account';
'guests' in stead of 'customers'
'team-players' in stead of 'employees'
'long-term relationships' as first and foremost mission statement's goal--
slither-scripted to promote a highest bottom line
as language euphemizes baby mice as 'pinkies,
fuzzies, hoppers': 'feeders' for a petted multitude
of scaly, fang-ed maws.

pre-thanksgiving christmas-trees
on either side of automatic double-doors--
styro-snowflakes hung
by wrapping-papered end-cap shelves on sale
to swipe our plastics to a higher debt--
to tinsel out the shame of maybe giving less?
reminding 'gift-time soon' and 'this could be a gift'
to ward off never having given childhood its due?
or of being less than cheerful
at incessant jingled tunes?

november fifth--decorations up;
guy fawkes night of trick-or-treater-candies
tweeting hallowed flu-shots
as my manager in elf-cap-antlers squeals in glee:
says she starts promoting christmas back in august.
i tell her that's appropriate!
given jesus was perhaps born in august.
says she didn't memorize the bible.
i tell her that part was left out anyway--
i don't mention the holiday's titular meaning;
or the waiting gnostic manger,
royal transhistoric camels,
mary on her donkey, joseph's wind-blown face
las posadas... the loneliness of exile
O mary... in her starlit tears of unknown pain and joy--
the unremitting love for barnfloor bodyheat,
todos santos
nonhominin humanity...
earthling rights day
a stranger's kindnesses
of yule-tide warmth and evergreen,
solstice-fulcrum festivals of lights
veteran's day's existential loss
and bureaucratic selfhoods shelved;
gurpurb at a gurdwara
the martyrdom of guru tegh bahadur
the garifuna settlement day
the tazaungdaing festival
fasting over christian as well as buddhist lent
the five days of deepawali, diwali:
bodhi day
découverte d'haïti and vertières
jamhuri day
chalica
zamenhof day
sadeh
pancha ganapati
malkh
soyal
mithras day
osiris, adonis and dionysus day (all dec. 25th)
humanlight
--republic day! national day! and proclamation day!
in the maldives, brazil, northern cyprus, chad, yugoslavia;
in the central african republic, burkina faso, kenya, malta, kazakhstan, niger, south sudan...
chahrshanbeh soori
modraniht
the dongzhì festival
the saturnalia of pagans (lit. "country dwellers"; "those of the heath")
dies natalis solis invicti
newtonmas
kwanzaa
watch night
hanukkah
boxing day
malanka
the day of goodwill
wren's day
quaid-e-azam's day
yeni il
guru govind singh jayanti
international solidarity day of azerbaijanis
fête du vodoun
hogmanay
Iemanjá
darwin day
milad-un-nabi
lohri
pesach
chocolate-egg-laying fertile-bunny-day-- or ishtar day
butter week, crepe week, or cheesefare week-- or maslenitsa
happy holidays to all in particular

on November 24th, 1675, "Guru Tegh Bahadar, the ninth Sikh Guru undertook the supreme sacrifice for the protection of the most fundamental of human rights - the right of a person to freely practice his or her religion without interference or hindrance."

http://www.sikhiwiki.org/index.php/Martyrdom_of_Guru_Tegh_Bahadur
marc rios Nov 2021
Trick or Treat!
I never had to choose
You just offered them both
Who am i to refuse?
When i needed you most

A trickster at midnight
A treater in daylight
Im just a dog
Loyal to a termite
1.5 "Catastrophe"
Universe Poems Jul 2021
The Gold vase stood,
facing the window vista
Looking onto a street,
filled with darkness,
of lights that peak
Lights of the cars,
up and, down
taking up the,
street perimeter,
all around
Ambrosial treater
Pleasing worthy,
and, divine
The view from,
a window seat,
at that moment,
was all mine
While I sat to eat,
feeling a little bliss,
but a writer can't help,
taking in that writing drift,
when any kind of view,
is in front of you

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

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