Carved Sunset

I carved a Jack o lantern in the clouds

The solar candle shone its yellow/orange glow

through smiling teeth of dusk

making all the little ones jump up and down

for now it was time to go house to house

and ring the bell

… sunset was never sweeter!

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Beware the Troll

Beware of the long-haired Old Troll who lives under the bridge, and frightens Trick or Treaters as they cross on Halloween night. Still feeling sore from Big Billy Goat’s but in the butt, he hides away picking on little children when their candy bags are full. As they trip trap across his bridge on the their way home, he rises from the shadows and snatches their candy. He does not care that they run off crying all the way home. Being an old mumble grumble troll, it will take more than candy to sweeten him up. So warn your children on Halloween night to stay away from Sleep Hollow, and the Old Trolls bridge, if they want to keep their sweets!

Hunter’s full moon shines

Ghosts and Goblins come knocking

Watch out for the Troll

Frank at d’Verse told us to write a Halloween Haibun. He said we could even write a fiction prose to go with it. So that is what I did. One for the Kiddos young and old. Enjoy!

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Dust Bowl Moon

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The full moon crept over the treeless plain. John Clark sat on his broken porch step and watched it rise. Clouds left eerie shadows across the yard. It was All Hallow’s Eve. There was no thought of candy or spooks and goblins.

The dry Oklahoma winds had blown away much of the topsoil. The wheat, this year, dried up in the fields. Last year, it was the swarm of grasshoppers that ate every green thing in sight.These fields were once covered with tall grasses and ranging bison. Now they were lifeless and dusty as a desert. “This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence.”

John had no choice, but to load his wife and four children in his old Model T Ford, and travel West. They took what they could, hoping to make it to California before the Snow arrived in the mountains.

Dust Bowl Photo: Saturday Evening Post

Bjorn at d’Verse asked us to write a prose piece of not more than 144 words. He took a line from a  Louise Gluck poem, which we had to include in our writing. It was also to include the holiday theme of All Hallow’s Eve and Halloween. It was, “This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence.” I attempted to apply this line to the sad times of the Dust Bowl.

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Boo!

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On the road to the Black Forest in Germany people seem to be celebrating Halloween all year round. They had their hedges and bushes trimmed with fun faces of ghosts and goblins.  It could be very scary for little kids trick or treating on Halloween night!

Black Forest Faces

Halloween spooks all year round

Strange spectors say, “Boo!”

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Frank Tassone asked us to write our Haikai poem today based on the tradition of Halloween. Last summer we saw these odd faces as we traveled through the Black Forest of Germany. I decided to write my poem about them.

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All Tricks

 
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What happens when your teeth fall out? This afternoon I sat down to take a break with a cookie and a glass of tea. On the last bite one of my front caps popped off leaving me looking pretty scary. On Monday, I will see if my dentist can glue it back on before Halloween makes it permanent!! It is either laugh or cry, so for Frank Tassone’s Haikai today, it’s a Renga that hopefully will make you smile instead of cry!

All sad tricks today

Halloween came too early

Makes my dentist smile

Chewing cookies with cap apps

Made me a jack-o-lantern

Perhaps I should wait

Till the children come by

Give them a big smile

Making it a real fright night

No need to buy a pumpkin

With that toothless smile

Perhaps my candy will last

‘Till the last one screams

Running frightened down the street

More candy for me to eat

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To rot out more teeth!!

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Selfie Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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Scarecrow Politics

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Scarecrow politics seems to be the practice of the day. Brainless comments, accusations, and manipulations are scarecrows in the political arena, hoping to scare away those who would attempt to steal their position and power.  With Halloween just around the corner, one wonders what they will dress up like next!

Politics unchanged

Scarecrows and Smokescreens

No need for a brain

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Frank Tassone asked us to do a poem for his Haikai Challenge using the Scarcrow as our prompt. I thought it fit right in with politics so I went there!

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Ichabod

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Halloween is a holiday of conflicting views. Some see it as evil and want no part of it. For kids it is a fun time to dress up in costumes and go door to door collecting treats and being frightened by imaginary ghosts.

Many of us remember Washington Irving’s story of Ichabod Crane and the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow. During the past presidential campaign I wrote this prophetic poem about the race that was taking place. While everyone was writing Trump off, I thought their message of his demise was very premature. As we all know my prophesy turned out to be true.

The Headless Horseman of the Apocalypse

Riding through the dark night of the soul

Comes a headless horseman on a silver steed

Snorting fire and ashes he rides with great speed

No one can stop the galloping Spector

No one dare be so bold

As the ghastly night round him grows cold

Not Donkey nor Elephant, not Fox nor Hound

He defies all those who would slow him down

Many have tried and many have failed

Some have screamed and some have yelled

But nothing can stop the apocalyptic wail

Out of the swamp through the fog of night

Rides the Headless Horseman of the Apocalypse

Leaving all in a fright and some in delight

He comes charging the bridge in full moonlight

Not a myth not a tale nor a short lived wail

Will rise up to challenge with ghastly pale

The pending disaster that rides on his tail

In the morning sun he’ll surely be restricted

His demise not true as many souls predicted

He’s here for now and he’ll be for a spell

This wild man with no head has tales to tell

The powers tried to slow him down

As he rode in that midnight hour

But the pumpkin wielding warrior

Simply brought scare and horror

To politicians and voters far and wide

Bringing chaos and confusion

Now all is lost the pumpkin is cast

He won’t stop till that last bridge is crossed

Leaving the frightened and scared in his wake

Riding full speed ahead into the dark night

The deal at the crossroad is sealed

Things will never again be the same

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

October Moon

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October moon casts eerie shadows as it passes through the trees

Ghostlike silhouettes appear as changing leaves blow in the breeze

A prelude of things to come as days creep on to Halloween night

When little boys and girls  will scream with fright

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth