a cold, dark misty night,
screams haunts the neighborhoods,
black cats rule the fears of man,
and potions drunk changes a life.
Evil controls what you think you believe,
but that belief is taken to a darker side,
and the soul becomes blackened,
Turkey’s lives given up
to appease the masses
as families join together,
Celebrating a joyous moment,
never giving thought
a turkey did have a soul;
to feed the masses,
which, upon the next day,
forgetting the reason for celebration.
The night sky, bespeckled,
children awaiting a jovial man in red,
parents exhausted, happy this moment,
this last second of hope for joy,
No more jostling in the crowds,
deciding last minute gifts,
the overall preparation of decorations,
a tree glistening when lights turned low,
awaiting for that sound—that invisible movement,
as a man in red is never seen, yet,
items are left behind,
only to be discarded months later.
Witches cackle their own “ho-ho-ho” as their brew has taken hold of humanity.
the old god
i heard the marching come early, this year.
thousands of little feet tamping the earth
just above where i sleep.
they dance the same - their
joyous games played in the light of day.
where the call of 'trick or treat' is
so very loud i
can hear it from the dirt and weeds
because my home is the earth.
it is my house, and the bed where i sing
lullabies to the worms
coaxing them down onto my plate -
along with the turnips and potatoes and
everything that steeps in the dirt like a good tea.
Thanksgiving also came early this year.
i've gone and made my own feast.
but it's when the winter sinks
it's gnashing teeth into the ground
that i find my chains to be brittle.
binds of root and twig bloody my wrists
every day of the year -
but an early frost...what an omen indeed.
so early that Christmas might just see
more than just presents and fir trees.
oh, this year...it might just see me.
pumpkins cut up
costumes and creepiness
of my family dynamics
cooked to perfection
makes me think
now served cold
in the present
cut for their prettiness
making for excellent
is a bittersweet testament
to what I can’t get back
if you’ve read this far, may your holidays be more than your past.
Three Different Nights
Pranks and sweets
Tricks and treats
By love bound
Families both far and near
Members from there and here
Enjoy the bountiful feast
Celebrate crossing from the east
Food for which we are grateful
Family for which we are thankful
Presents under the tree
Children filled with glee
Tinsel and holly
Kind and jolly
Three different nights - when all choose to unite
I’m not a kid
When I was younger, I’d get too excited over the small things like holidays
I was just a child being childlike, oblivious to everything
I had dreams I didn’t know I couldn’t achieve
I got candy and presents and food and I was happy with just that
Then I grew up, and realized my ignorance
I stopped wearing costumes, stopped eating so much, stopped waking my parents on Christmas Eve
Because showing that happiness was a sign of weakness and immaturity
The cool kids didn’t show their excitement, so neither should I
I still feel excited when the holidays come, although I don’t show it
I want to eat all the thanksgiving food, eat all the Halloween candy, open all the Christmas presents
But I don’t show it because I can’t
I’m not able to because showing emotions is showing weakness
I just want to be a kid again
One and All
Black cats creep upon walls of ivy and alleys dark,
Burning fire creates a wild spark,
Witches cackle and fly across the silver speck of haunt,
Ghosts scream a coupled chaunt.
All family gathered round,
A turkey and a garden rose from the ground,
Time of giving,
Time of living.
Ornaments hung on a tree,
The cold hits a new degree,
Jingle bells plays a ballade,
They all bring out the best and the worst in us, but magic resides in them all.
for living the dream
dancing and taking
candy from strangers
no fear of white vans
or demons and ghosts.
we're one of them now,
one of the monsters
and we flaunt our identity
proud of the lie
we wear on our faces
never knowing fear
never knowing pain
never knowing what it's like
to truly be
a turkey shot
for a great feast
gobbling up grains
only to be gobbled up itself,
existing to be eaten
to celebrate a day
that has lost its significance
after we made alliances
and then broke them.
honest friends with good intentions
and we lumped them together
into a single thing:
tearing at wrappers
our hoard has gotten smaller
why mommy and daddy look so tired
and why the lights
are burning out.
why does a holiday of joy and giving
leave some of us
feeling so empty?
maybe we gave too much
and recieved nothing.
i won't give as much.
i'll feel a little more full.
but i'll also feel like
i'll always be an outcast.
On a brisk fall night
When the air holds just a bite
Children dart here and there
Asking for candy or a scare
When the leaves have fallen down
And everyone’s back in their hometown
A turkey sits on the table
While we all listen to a fable
When colder fronts move everyone inside
Children stay up, bleary-eyed
Waiting for presents to appear
While ‘Santa’ waits for the ‘all-clear’
And through another year, it holds clear: we love to gather near.
Three Little Humans
Three small pumpkins paraded in matching costumes.
Although they look the same, their insides are different.
Guts filled with different sprouting seeds.
Masks lift, the only reminder, that it is Halloween.
Three medium turkeys not ready to be stuffed.
Always packed tightly with the same filling, obligation.
Once adorned with different colored feathers, now plucked off into dust.
But now they are nothing more than Thanksgiving rust.
Three large gifts wrapped with different themes.
Once an external excitement, now all there is to see, is old withered paper.
The bows are the same, large and precisely tied.
Pulled off one by one, with large hands, vanishing the once joyous Christmas pride.
Three little humans now full grown, feeling the need for change, of holiday traditions past known.
When the ghost comes out to play
On this dark but festive day
They do not say BOO!!!...
The children's laughter renders in the air
You will think that they just won a great prize from a fair
Without any cares or fears of the danger lurking near
When these great beast that has no teeth
Come gnashing their beaks
Looking to pay back vengeance for their deceased
Will the children do?
They will be easy to chew
Their flesh will tear like rotten cloth
And their organs and bones will make a delicious broth
Then the great beast ancestors will scream no more
Because vengeance was as sweet as them when they were stuffed, baked , sliced, and honey glazed then slipped through the oven door
And when their spirits ascends into the sky
They will meet old jolly HoHo passing by
Through the chimney and out the fireplace
There will be no milk and cookies for old jolly to taste
When old jolly is hungry
A blood thirsty Krampus is set free
So forget naughty or nice
Anyone will suffice
So Happy Halloday!
Keep your children safe if can
Because these great beast have a plan....