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Sylvia G. Walker
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Poetic Expressions – 27th October 2012
The Witch, a Pumpkin and a Broomstick
©2012 C.J. McNally
Cauldron bubble and boil well
This witch doesn’t need Duracell
A pumpkin and broomstick
Are gifts from old St. Nick
To rock ‘n ride out the night
Giving hawkers one hellava fright!
© 2012 C. Thomas Grey
Vampires, bunnies and ghosts galore
Keep beating a path to my front door…
Action heroes, bunnies and a whore
Are knocking on my front door…
Witches, goblins and more
Now number eighty-four…
Time for a little misbehaviour
In the room upstairs that I adore…
Where passion awaits my slutty whore
Who came a knocking on my front door…
©2012 Sonja Archer
Martha does it with finesse
There is so much mess!
Creepy cob webs galore
Decorations to rival Christmas
Kids knocking at the door
Shall I trick or give a treat
Water cannons and pebble candy ready
Watch the brats beat a hasty retreat
Raising the dead
© 2012 Cg Brumby
Darkness turns daylight to Twilight
The sound of knocking is indeed so sweet
Come be my feeding partner tonight
As candy seeking zombies prowl the street
Compelled by glee to join the primitive revelry
Tonight is a celebration for waking dead
Running through the streets unabashedly
They embrace the guise of our killer inbred
The cloak of darkness covers all
Until the dawn when disaster is revealed
Indiscretion will be our only downfall
And then our fate will be sealed
©2012 Gemma Parkes
The dark surrounds me and l breathe it in,
In the distance l hear something…shuffling,
I can’t see the door, can’t remember which direction it is,
Are you here with me?
I feel a touch, so light and soft,
My feet are stuck, immobile.
Dare l speak through the fog?
What if someone heard me?
I back away slowly,
There must be a wall somewhere close,
There it is again…shuffling,
I reach the wall, fall back through it,
Down l spiral through cold thick fog,
I scream but remain silent,
As l land amongst the many souls.
©2012 Sylvia G. Walker
Oh my god
I can't breathe
Walls are caving in
Am I in a box?
It's too dark
I can't see
What's that noise?
Hands and feet, stiff
Eyes glued shut
Mouth sewn shut
Heart's not beating
I can't move
Oh, eternal slumber
Come to me