All Hallow’s Eve
Is the night of ghost and goblins
near as frightful as the days.
coming from the battled streets,
crying from the warriors haze.
Crisp the humid fallen golden,
tis moist and wetting dew.
Comes the flowing ghost and goblins
hallooing from behind the stew.
Yet the truth be more the scarier
dying souls of sand pit graves.
Hence we need to be more mindful
battling through mayhem waves.
Yes this season of the Hallow,
souls and saints remembered here.
While the innocent still living,
live within the streets of fear.
Pray the saints we beckon this,
a night of memory, night of fright.
Soon the only horror faced,
is just the tales of all hallows night.
copyrighted: 2004 CMM
A Halloween Poem
Glittering glass with prisms light,
guide me in through the passage night.
Colors cut beneath my feet,
Yet I can’t seem to get off this path
made of sharpness, hurtful glass.
Flooding rivers come the flow,
venting feelings, bleeding so.
Days of light bring you there again,
while the nights leave the scars to mend.
Glittering glass my footing wretched,
dreams are lost in whimsy fetch.
Night of imagination once a dream,
a nightmare now and I begin to scream.
Path of destiny, path of light
pulls me in this lost fore night…
copyrighted 2005 CMM
Her voice comes across the phone
clanging as a metal barb against a fence.
One word answers with
rushing winds made of sighs
blowing over the phone.
Her thoughts expressed with words like a
runaway train, derailing before
it makes sense.
Falling into an abyss of anger
she loses grips of resentment
held trapped in her mind and
locked behind doors of valium
and antidepressants .
Clanging, jutting, she falls into
a repetition of words without thoughts;
the monotonous voice of insanity.
© CMM 2012