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Daily Archives: October 26, 2015

Treats Make The Treat – Promote Yourself

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All Hallows’ Eve

Let the fun begin

Put your costume on

Then come on in

No tricks here

Only treats galore

Have A little candy

Then a little bit more

Eat all you want

There’s plenty around

No one will stop you

No one  will make a sound

Soon you’ll be ready

And you’ll be the treat

After all even goblins

Need something to eat!
Poem by The Notorious JED and originally posted at www.jedsplayhouse.com

Witches Brew

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Down in the depth of the scary forest

A witch was preparing her brew

This was the first time she’d made it

As she did not know quite what to do

 

She put in everything she could think of

From a bats wing to a toad that was pink

She stirred it up with her witch’s broom

And for good luck threw in the kitchen sink

 

She took a sip from her witch’s brew

Then decided to fly on her broom

But alas things didn’t go to plan

 Became dizzy as she flew round the room

 

Then out of the window and into the woods

Swerving in and out of the trees

By now her vision was erratic

As she was seeing in two’s and three’s

 

 Totally losing control of her broom

She hadn’t a clue what to do

Holding on for dear life

Wishing she hadn’t sipped her powerful brew

 

Her faithful cat called Boris was with her

She turned and asked Boris “What shall I do”

Boris by now was quite frightened

To be honest he hadn’t got a clue

 

The witch continued her frightening ride

Murmuring spells under her breath

Boris was saying a prayer

As they both journeyed on to the west

 

The witch decided to take drastic action

As she jump off her broom in mid air

By now Boris had lost the will to live

As he was hanging on to the witches hair

 

As they plummeted towards the ground

One last spell the witch did cast

To wish everyone a Happy Halloween

Then they both landed safely at last

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

The Hag – YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

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The Hag is astride,
    This night for to ride;
The Devill and shee together:
    Through thick, and through thin,
    Now out, and then in,

 Thorn or a Burr
    She takes for a Spurre:
With a lash of a Bramble she rides now,
    Through Brakes and through Bryars,
    O’re Ditches, and Mires,
She followes the Spirit that guides now.

    No Beast, for his food,
    Dares now range the wood;
But husht in his laire he lies lurking:
    While mischiefs, by these,
    On Land and on Seas,
At noone of Night are working,

    The storme will arise,
    And trouble the skies;
This night, and more for the wonder,
    The ghost from the Tomb
    Affrighted shall come,

A Cal’d out by the clap of the Thunder.Though ne’r so foule be the weather.

    

Robert Herrick (1648)

YOUR FAVOURITE POEM SENT IN BY YOU WHAT’S YOURS

JUMPERS – Promote Yourself

 

 

They were like birds flying,

Leaping from flaming windows,

No wings to purchase air,

No hope of flying home.

 

They were like birds flying,

Tumbling in twos, alone,

Flashing by in a smoke-filled sky

While crowds watched in horror.

 

They were like birds flying

Flights, imprinting the nation’s memory.

They were like omens flying,

 

It is estimated that between 50 and 200 people jumped from the World Trade Center towers on 9/11. Marked forever in our memory will be the vision of them falling. Who can imagine the thought process that went into that decision and the conditions under which it was made? They did not chose death. They were murdered.

This poem is dedicated to those poor souls and all lives claimed that fateful day.

SCARY MARYS HALLOWEEN RECIPES AND THERE’S LOT’S MORE TO COME SO LET’S GET READY FOR THE WITCHING HOUR

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