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OCTPOWRIMO 2016 – DAY 8 – POROUSΒ octpowrimo2016c


Porous …means to have tiny holes, or spaces, for air or light to pass through.


All Souls Day, Dia de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead, is celebrated in the autumn of each year, on November 2. People honor their loved ones who have died. It is believed the veil between the dimensions of the living and the dead is thinner at this time of year, so all the souls are able to visit more readily. Offerings of food, trinkets, and flowers are gathered to bring to the graves, or an ofrenda in the home. It is a nice custom, and not scary at all.



Come alive, come alive, come alive through the veil

Through porous dimensions all souls will sail

Offerings of food and marigold flowers

Treasure your departed in these mysterious hours



Photos taken by me at a Dia de los Muertos Celebration…

Artist unknown


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Β© 2016 BS



Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who stopped by here during this month of October Poetry Writing Month. I appreciate that you took time from your day to comment, like, and even follow!

I have been trying to visit all of your blogs, a few at a time. I’ve enjoyed reading everyone’s writing…you all have so much talent!

I had fun writing these poems with the Halloween theme. Wasn’t sure I could keep it up, and it was a challenge. I’d like to thank Morgan Dragonwillow for inviting me to join the challenge. You can find her at… http://morgandragonwillow.com .

Coming up, here on my blog, I’ll be getting back to my true ghost stories (I have a few more to tell), and the loco letters, and whatever else I get interested in…even more poems, if the mood strikes me. πŸ™‚

Until my next post…

Peace, Love, & Writing!



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POEM # 31



Fun, and games, and spooks that fright

All lead up to Halloween night

Parties, and candy, and carnivals, too

All this means, is fun for you

Pumpkins, mazes, and apple ciders

Skeletons, ghosts, and creepy spiders

Hayrides, and scarecrows, and cool autumn weather

We have a good time, when we’re together

Witch’s broom, and harvest moon,

It will be time to trick-or-treat, soon

Be careful, be safe, and have lots of fun

We’ll be back to normal, with the morning sun


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POEM # 30



The day before tomorrow…is today…

Your mask of anticipation builds.

Excitement electrifies the air.

What will you be?

What have you been before?

Your inside self begs to come out.

Today, your tomorrow will be revealed.

Think of it…

Why do you want to be another,

Or, do both of you reside inside together?

One day to be the other.

Let it be known…

Your true self – your alter ego –

Will come forth.

A subconscious serenade to

What could have been.

You put on your Halloween masquerade of reality…

It hides nothing…It shows everything.

Your true identity is loosed into the here and now.

One night to reveal…One night to peel away

At your brick walls of respectability.

Go forth in your splendor…fooling no one.

Your psyche revels in it’s one night to be true.

Don’t be frightened, it’s only you…

Your innate personality shows you the way.

This one night to surface. They’ll understand.

You’ll squelch, and hide, and deceive yourself.

When the revelry is over, the night turns to normalcy and,

You’ll be the deceiver of your soul again.

Hiding away your alter ego for another night like this…

A future into what future may come.

You quiet your soul’s yearning for release from polite restraints.

Your wild wants out…it wants to take over.

Society would frown, and put you down…

You must fit in, you’re required to blend…

Until this one night – Halloween Night –

When your mask shows truly what you’ve been.


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POEM # 29

Another Fun Blitz PoemΒ 



Scream out loud

Scream for Halloween

Halloween is fun

Halloween in October

October thirty-first

October in the fall

Fall of Rome

Fall is autumn

Autumn trees are pretty

Autumn brings chills

Chills and fever

Chills and thrills

Thrills are exciting

Thrills are daring

Daring and brave

Daring to live

Live and die

Live and love

Love me tender

Love me and leave me

Me and you

Me and my shadow

Shadow puppets

Shadow people

People are strange

People watching

Watching the clock

Watching and waiting

Waiting forever

Waiting around

Around the world

Around the block

Block and tackle

Block of cheese

Cheese and crackers

Cheese fondue

Fondue is fun

Fondue is festive

Festive and bright

Festive at night

Night is dark

Night is cold

Cold as ice

Cold is blue

Blue skies above

Blue as your eyes

Eyes can glow

Eyes are orbs





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POEM # 28



Amazing and artful

Bewitched and beautiful

Come the creatures

Daring to dance

Enchanted and ethereal

Fantastic and frightening

Ghosts and goblins

Haunting your Halloween


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POEM # 27



Deep in the night,

Blackbirds take flight.

They give you a fright,

From dark to daylight.

With morning sunrise,

You open your eyes.

You find it’s all lies,

Yet, you still hear their cries.

New day it still brings,

The flapping of wings.

The nightmare, it clings,

In your mind it still stings.

The worry and wonder,

No more will you blunder.

You must put asunder,

This spell you are under.


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POEM # 26



Day of the dead…

There’s nothing to fear –

Bake some dead bread,

Call your relatives near.

Ofrendas tell a story;

Sugar skulls are cool.

You shouldn’t have a worry…

They’re not scary, as a rule.

We decorate with marigolds,

Say prayers, bring food, and more…

Pay our respects to all the Souls…

To all those who’ve gone, before.


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POEM # 25



Corn husks rustle, left and right…

Forsaken on this cold, dark night…


All alone…

I realize they hypnotize…

Throwing magic into my eyes…


All alone…

Is synchronicity a possibility?

Is this accidental, or just incidental?


All alone…

I must take action, cause a distraction;

I need interaction; I feel I’m in traction…


All alone…

I must use my senses, to break down defenses,

and break free from this agony…


All alone…

This test will only make me stronger,

And from this mess, I’ll be lost here no longer…


All alone…

Oh, I’m just a scarecrow, who’s biding my time…

Trying to find reason, out of the rhyme…


All alone…

So lost in a corn maze,

So lost in my mind…

So lost in a corn maze,

So lost to my kind…


All alone…


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