All Hallows Eve

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Bones are creaking, chains are rattling

Blood is flowing and spirits are battling.

Bats and owls in flight.

Pumpkins lanterns all alight

Witches ready out to go.

Screaming winds start to blow.

Evil spectres and vampires take to flight ,

Zombies stir ready for a wicked night.

Moans and groans all around

Echoing making spooky sound.

It is no use to pray this day,

All unholy things are out to play.

Will we all survive the night,
Or will all our senses all take flight.

Is that Vlad out seeking fun

With his friend Death evading the sun?

They are trouble together abroad

Wreaking havoc when they get board.

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Little children unaware

Of the dangers lurking there.

Cruise through the streets

Knocking on doors for tick or treat

Collecting untested Halloween fare.
There may be evil spirits behind doors hiding .
Watch out for the Grim Reaper out a riding.

So dear friends I bid you safe,
At this time of loss of faith.
Hold on fast to your hearts and souls
Be careful demons pour your blood into bowls.
Tortures horrendous can await

Behind each door or garden gate.

You do not want your guts served upon a plate!

So there is just one thing left to do.

Wave from my broomstick and bid you well
And safe from all the slavering hounds of hell!

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Colours of Halloween

Rose red raven black

Witch and her familiar

Pumpkins of orange

Zombies and Frankenstien green

The colours of Halloween

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October Nights

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October Nights

The moon is full and golden

Spirits awake, become emboldened

Leaves and mists swirl about

Autumn is here, without a doubt.

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Foot steps echo down the street

It’s not someone you’d want to meet.

Something fluttering round your ears

Black and sharp, awakes your fears.

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Keep your eyes straight ahead

Keep your nerve don’t wind up dead.

There are more things to this season

Than can be explained by human reason.

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I am the the spirit of Halloween

I am the the spirit of Halloween

The most beautiful fright  you have ever seen.

I am no sprite or fairy Queen

No I told you I am  the spirit of halloween.

 

Look into  my eyes tell me what do you see.

You might see you  but you won’t see me.

You are under my spell now, you are no longer free.

Medusa? No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

 

Peachy lips, that may be but there are spiders and maggots hiding in me.

If I open my mouth what would you see .

Shall I show you now ? Then watch you flee.

Shall I? No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

 

Are you joining me for trick or treat.

We could eat the children that we meet

I can hypnotize  them with my blue, blue eyes

You can smother their pointless cries.

Did you think I was joking, incapable of being mean?

No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

Are  you leaving was it something I said

My eyes are devouring you slowly it is ages since I fed!

Oh! Look at you , well you can’t because I have already eaten you head!

I am the the spirit of Halloween

The most beautiful fright  you have ever seen.

I am no sprite or fairy Queen

No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

November Spirit

Fog curls around  the Forrest deep

Cold,damp the earth seeps

She arrives  and men’s hearts leap.

Auburn hair colour of leaves

Empty souls grieve

Vampires cold  blood lust sieves

Gliding through the  mists and fires

Hungry  she seeks her desire

Lures needy souls to her layer.

 

 

 

I am the the spirit of Halloween

I am the the spirit of Halloween

The most beautiful fright  you have ever seen.

I am no sprite or fairy Queen

No I told you I am  the spirit of halloween.

 

Look into  my eyes tell me what do you see.

You might see you  but you won’t see me.

You are under my spell now, you are no longer free.

Medusa? No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

 

Peachy lips, that may be but there are spiders and maggots hiding in me.

If I open my mouth what would you see .

Shall I show you now ? Then watch you flee.

Shall I? No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

 

Are you joining me for trick or treat.

We could eat the children that we meet

I can hypnotize  them with my blue, blue eyes

You can smother their pointless cries.

Did you think I was joking, incapable of being mean?

No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

Are  you leaving was it something I said

My eyes are devouring you slowly it is ages since I fed!

Oh! Look at you , well you can’t because I have already eaten you head!

I am the the spirit of Halloween

The most beautiful fright  you have ever seen.

I am no sprite or fairy Queen

No I told you I am  the spirit of Halloween.

If we were having Coffee: Chateaux and ghosts

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Boussay Chateau

Welcome  everyone  especially  Sheri  who  arrived  last  night  sleeping  bag  in  hand.  Now  I  have  explained  that  the  internet is  very  sketchy  around  here, in  the Rhone  Alps!

Now  I  have  decided  that  we  shall  travel back  to  Boussay  and  that  beautiful  Chateau  that I  felt  so  sorry  for! Let’s  bring it  to life  for  a  few  hours  if  only  virtually. We  can  throw  cushions  and  drapes  around  ,  maybe  you  could  all  bring  your own! We  can  have a  party  here  a  tea  party  and  breath  some  virtual  life into  the  sad  empty  place.

Don’t  worry  everything  is  as it  always  is  with tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you.

If we were having  Coffee: I would ask  you what  has been going on in your world this week, has  anything  deeply affected  you, have  you need a sympathetic ear, a shoulder to cry  on or  just  needed someone  to make  you laugh! If  yes  feel free to talk it out  here  with us. We will all help if  we can.

Lets  join  everyone  here  and  all the  other  “IF  WE  WERE  HAVING  COFFEES”

If we were having Coffee: I would  remind  you  that  there  are lots of  other  coffee mornings  all shared  and organized  By  Diana  and  Gene’O  over at,Part time monster

Paul who is  over  at  Mark Bialczak   in Syracuse this  week  and  all this  month. So  don’t  forget  to visit  him  over  there! I  shall be  later!

If  we  were having  coffee: I would  welcome  you  to  this  wonderful place  and  ask  you how  you have  all been. Now  although  we  are  not  still in  Boussay   my  thoughts  are  dragged  back  there  by  the  beautiful  but  empty  Chateau. The owner  who  was 95yrs  old  and  lived in  two  rooms  of  the  Chateau  toward  the  end of  his  life  only  died in  May  of  this year….. imagine  that  old  man alone in  a huge  chateau  with  all his  memories  and ghosts.

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Now  If  we  were  having  coffee : although  we are in  a wonderful  place  with  mountains, swimming  pool and  lovely  hosts  I  am  still  drawn  back  to  the  chateau. I  hope  you  are  enjoying  our  sojourn here! I  have  to  dash off  now  as I  have  not  enough  time  to  stay  as long  as I  would  like  also  not  enough  wifi! So  please  stay  and  enjoy  I  am with you  in  spirit …just  like  the  ghosts  of  the    chateau!

I  shall love  you  and leave  you  all to  enjoy  I  am  putting  my  feet up  now  and  taking  in the  view  so  come  and  join  me  or  wander  over  to see Paul who is  over  at  Mark Bialczak   in Syracuse this  week  and  all this  month. Let us  see  what  they are  all discussing  ! It has  been lovely  as always  to have  you all here  and  I  hope,  as does  Paul  that  you will all join us here and  at Mark Bialczak ‘s again  next  week.

And of course  the

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  WEEKEND COFFEE SHARE

over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s

Acrostic: Cathedral

IMG_20150908_134706597 [540817]Cloisters echoing  to  the  sound  of  millions of  feet

All nationalities wondering  round  hopes  and  dreams  complete

Tinglings  through  my  soul  who has  trod  this  way before

Holy sounds  from the  naive, monks  singing behind  a  door.

Ever moving ever flowing  like  a  river  the  people tread

Dodging gravestones in the  floor, don’t  step  on the  dead

Relics  yes, in  golden caskets, fabulous  statues  to  saints

Angels fierce  with  swords resplendent in gold  leaf  and paints

Lingering  spirits of  the  past  repose  here in  the  Cathedral

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The Spirit Of Halloween

I am the the spirit of Halloween

The most beautiful fright  you have ever seen.

I am no sprite or fairy Queen

No I told you I am  the spirit of halloween.

Look into  my eyes tell me what do you see.

You might see you  but you won’t see me.

You are under my spell now, you are no longer free.

Medusa? No I told you I am  the spirit of halloween.

Peachy lips, that may be but there are spiders and maggots hiding in me.

If I open my mouth what would you see .

Shall I show you now ? Then watch you flee.

Shall I? No I told you I am  the spirit of halloween.

Are you joining me for trick or treat.

We could eat the children that we meet

I can hypnotize  them with my blue, blue eyes

You can smother their pointless cries.

Did you think I was joking, incapable of being mean?

No I told you I am  the spirit of halloween.

Are  you leaving was it something I said

My eyes are devouring you slowly it is ages since I fed!

Oh! Look at you , well you can’t because I have already eaten you head!

I am the the spirit of Halloween

The most beautiful fright  you have ever seen.

I am no sprite or fairy Queen

No I told you I am  the spirit of halloween.

Cold, cold,

Cold ,cold my heart has grown old

You have stolen my heart and loosened my hold

On reality. Lost I am so lost.

Out here in the cold where my breath turns to frost.

 

Let me in , let me in , I am you, yes I am it is true.

Yes, you can see me here, outside your window looking at you.

I am your soul,without me you are not whole.

Cold , cold I am so cold you have no heart but I am your soul.

 

I fading , fading from view. If you hesitate I shall be gone from you.

Please reach out and touch me pull me back in

Help me please suicide is a waste and a sin.

Don’t let me go , I am you , let me in let me in.

 

Slowly, slowly  open the door You and I need to join, to be as we were before.

Enter me that’s right let us become one , one more time. Trust me I am sure

We need to be together as one , as we are now ever more.

Slowly , slowly let us walk towards the moon,no need to go back to the house any more.

 

Together we walk into the dark , me and I , feeling the snowflakes falling down from the sky.

Tiny our footprints burn shapes in the snow silently determinedly we see the end ,  we know!

We are glad we are united, we are glad to be one. We slow up now ready together we die.

Silently, silently, colder than cold together , together . I will be found whole in the snow.

 

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