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30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, Inquiring Minds

Haunted House – 30 Day Halloween Challenge Poem #23

October 27, 2013 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

In my youth,

on a dare, I walked up the crumbling steps to a dilapidated house.

Why? Because I was bold, fearless, and a little

touched in the head.

I pushed at the door,

The hinges squealed like the tortuous squeals

of pain inflicted a hundredfold.

My two friends stood there in the front yard like tall petrified blades of grass,

looking on, probably wondering how far I would take their dare.

“Go inside,” they said “and say Trick-or-Treat.”

So I had went, to the dark threshold to the

mouth of a house, said to have seen murder and mayhem

many years hence.

Then I did cross to the inside.

All was quiet.

Darkness advanced through the windows as

the sun finally set behind the dead trees outside.

Tattered curtains fluttered as the wind flowed

through broken panes of glass.

I was sure time had slowed. I had entered another dimension,

stepped into the netherworld where only ghosts lived.

Yet I felt no fear…only a calm curiosity to see

what might happen next.

Footfalls fell upon the floorboards, almost

skipping as if in play.

A little girl’s laughter filled my ears

as my bag of candy was pulled from my grasp.

“Trick or Treat?” I asked, already knowing the

answer to my question was both.

She materialized before me, munching on

a piece candy she had found in my bag.

I watched, mesmerized as I saw the contents of

the candy go down her throat through the opaqueness

that encompassed her form.

“No taste” she said sadly to no one.

Her eyes turned dark, reflecting a lonliness

compiled in a century of misery in this dank

forgotten home.

“Take this.” I said, handing her my sword and pirate hat.

“Happy Halloween, for tonight is your night…” I whispered.

She smiled a devlish grin and bowed, returning my

bag of candy back to me.

“A treat indeed.” she said, laughing

and swinging her pirate sword,

lost in her world of make believe

as she slowly dissolved away.

I smiled a secret smile as I walked

down the steps to my friends,

and began to tell them of

my encounter they would

never really believe.

by Philip Wardlow

30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Witch Hunt- 30 Day Halloween Poem Challenge Poem #22

October 23, 2013 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

Sister, sister, you’re dead now.

known as only ashes buried deep in a cold shallow

grave at the top of a lonely hill…

I saw you burn hotter than the sun, tied to a stake

worse than a dog was ever done.

Sister, your shrieks still fill my ears from

that day, as they continued to pile on the wood to your funeral pyre.

I saw them laugh as the flames rose ever higher and higher.

I could only salt the earth with my tears for I was far too young.

Far too young to save a lighted soul such as yours being wronged.

My own darkened that day,

blacker than a shipbuilder’s pitch.

A witch you never were, but now

a witch I have become,

and tonight I hunt.

Hunt for the many ones,

and oh they will surely see a witch

tonight of the like they

have never seen.

By Philip Wardlow 2016

30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, Inquiring Minds

Killer Girlfriend- 30 Day Halloween Poem Challenge Poem #21

October 22, 2013 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

I knew the moment I spied you

that the devil lived behind those blues.

How long ago did you trap him, for

I see he’s itching to play.

It’s clear from our encounter,

your a girl who can handle her boomstick

when it goes off with a kick.

Your grip on the gun is tight but loose as

silver bullets fill it, along with a gleam.

You smile that smile that I could die for as the

full moon rises, and

the day descends to glorious night.

My hand takes yours as we roam

the dank castle far beneath in the catacombs.

I’ll take the hammer, you take the stake

as we take out a vampire or two on our first date.

When other monster’s wish to interlude upon

our first kiss your casual air and

sadistic flair with an axe

cannot be denied as the crimson droplets fly

in the midnight air….Oh, I think I’m in love!

Let’s not dawdle, let’s not hesitate in our fate.

For we have a rendezvous, me and you, and it involves

Frankenstein and the Wolfman’s heads

on a plate.

by Philip Wardlow

30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, Inquiring Minds

30day Halloween Poem Challenge Poem#18, 19 , 20

October 21, 2013 Philip Wardlow 2 Comments

They hold hands at night

and dance a little jig in the graveyard.

White as bone they say because that’s

all they are.

Skeletons gotta have just a bit of fun.

What would you do on Halloween if you were dead?

Do little a jig, make a little love…get down tonight.

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I can’t say why the darkness consoles me.

No fear exists as shadows flow around

and enscroll my body

in etchings of lonliness

and comforting coldness

which is all I’ve ever known.

I shall walk this long road in silent solace and perhaps find my

answer in the ravens which

circle overhead.

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The negative of me is the mask that I remove

when no one is looking.

It slips on and off so easily.

I forget at times which one is in control.

Perhaps one day I shall show you that piece of me

But would you run away screaming?

30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, Inquiring Minds

Hellhounds – 30 Day Hallowen Challenge Poem #17

October 18, 2013 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

Hellhounds –

Known by many names,

Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness,

Black Schuck, the Dog of Doom,

Dip, the little black hairy one who likes

to drink blood.

All hellhounds, demon dogs, omens of death

cast from the same malformed

misbegotten blackened molds.

An acrid, odorous smell precedes them,

brimstone wafts in their wake as they stalk

lost souls in the great hunt.

Paw prints burned into cold dead stone

give away their passage.

Eyes yellow of burnished bright gold.

or eyes of red, glowing like hot coals

Eyes that seek and search.

Be you the one?

Lost?

If so ,they shall drag you down and through

Hell’s doors where in your

new home you shall dwell

evermore.

By Philip Wardlow

30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, Inquiring Minds

The Dark – 30 Day Halloween Poem Challenge #16

October 17, 2013 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

The Dark –

I’m in the dark.

I look at it, as it looks at me.

Silently it sits.

The minutes draw out to what seems hours.

I move left, it moves to follow.

So I stop. It stops.

The sound of heavy breathing, like the bellows of a fire

emit from its mouth. My heart speeds up.

It seems to be waiting for something. But what?

I raise my hand as if to wave. It waves backs.

Oh you fool, it’s just your reflection in the mirror.

Calm your breath, its your own lungs you hear

expelling in your ears, your own movements which

track from across the room distilled from the dim

photons which bounce back to your misguided

eye.

“You idiot” I tell myself out aloud.

“Yes, you are” it answers back.

by Philip Wardlow

30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, Inquiring Minds

Spider Crawling – 30 Day Halloween Challenge – Poem#15 – HALF WAY!!

October 16, 2013 Philip Wardlow 4 Comments

Spider Crawling

Did you know they crawl mostly at night?

Spinning their webs to snare their prey in the day.

They like warm places.

They dwell in dark recesses .

Sometimes as you sleep they select

an ear or a nose.

A slight tickle may make you fidget as you dream

I suppose.

They just wish a home to feel safe in.

So let them crawl;

over blanket, over pillow, on cheek,

over lips, to the darkness within.

by Philip Wardlow

30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, Inquiring Minds

Take Me – 30 Day Halloween Challenge – Poem #14

October 15, 2013 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

Take Me –

If I should die before I wake, I pray thee Lord my soul to take…

Let me wander free of me,

Let me wander far of field

of the flies and maggots

which fester upon

my rotting flesh.

My mind is not my own

as I walk this earth I once

called home.

Take me, for I do wish to remain

a husk of hunger

never knowing peace.

Take me so I may

finally fall asleep.

by Philip Wardlow

30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, Inquiring Minds

Killer Pumpkins – 30 Day Halloween Poem Challenge – Poem #13 – (but I cheated :)

October 14, 2013 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

Killer Pumpkins

Ba dump…ba dump…ba ba dump.

Bump…

They roll.

They stroll

down the streets;

orange and angry.

Why do they roll?

Why are they not in bed,

with green leaves as blankets

To cover their orange ripply heads.

I suppose they’re pissed off

for being left behind

in the patch.

What the fuck was wrong

with them, they ask.

It’s Halloween and they’ve

waited long enough.

Knives in hand with

grins carved in,

ready to show

the little tricker-treat bastards

a real killer

pumpkin.

So they roll

and they stroll

down the street.

Ba dump.

30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Triad of Horror Haikus – for the 30 day Poem Challenge We’ll call them Poem#11, and 12 :)

October 13, 2013 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

ShadowPeople — The Dark needs my Soul
For it is feeding time now,
it’s always hungry.

ScaryDoll — I think it sees you,
I am sorry that is so
He kills very slow.

Think driven by the wind?
A lonely swing in the dark.
When alive, her friend.

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Sister, sister, you’re dead now.

known as only ashes buried deep in a cold shallow

grave at the top of a lonely hill…

I saw you burn hotter than the sun, tied to a stake

worse than a dog was ever done.

Sister, your shrieks still fill my ears from

that day, as they continued to pile on the wood to your funeral pyre.

I saw them laugh as the flames rose ever higher and higher.

I could only salt the earth with my tears for I was far too young.

Far too young to save a lighted soul such as yours being wronged.

My own darkened that day,

blacker than a shipbuilder’s pitch.

A witch you never were, but now

a witch I have become,

and tonight I hunt.

Hunt for the many ones,

and oh they will surely see a witch

tonight of the like they

have never seen.

By Philip Wardlow 2016

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I knew the moment I spied you

that the devil lived behind those blues.

How long ago did you trap him, for

I see he’s itching to play.

It’s clear from our encounter,

your a girl who can handle her boomstick

when it goes off with a kick.

Your grip on the gun is tight but loose as

silver bullets fill it, along with a gleam.

You smile that smile that I could die for as the

full moon rises, and

the day descends to glorious night.

My hand takes yours as we roam

the dank castle far beneath in the catacombs.

I’ll take the hammer, you take the stake

as we take out a vampire or two on our first date.

When other monster’s wish to interlude upon

our first kiss your casual air and

sadistic flair with an axe

cannot be denied as the crimson droplets fly

in the midnight air….Oh, I think I’m in love!

Let’s not dawdle, let’s not hesitate in our fate.

For we have a rendezvous, me and you, and it involves

Frankenstein and the Wolfman’s heads

on a plate.

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