Black Hood
Published: December 2014
You know you've seen it around before
Tailing your car to the grocery store.
Just out of sight from where you stood
That fleeting and unforgettable black hood.
From the back of the line in the coffee shop
To the streets, hidden behind a bus stop.
'It's following me,' you decide for good.
That evasive and eerie black hood.
Taunting you, holding a bouquet of flowers
A haunting feeling you remember for hours
Frightening you more than it should,
That ominous and daunting black hood.
Jolting awake in the middle of the night
It's outside of your window; your fear ignites.
Losing more sleep than you ever thought you could,
That sinister and possessive black hood.
Now you can't even walk down the hall
Without panicking; it's everywhere...yet nowhere at all
Your crutch is the wall and its sturdy wood
That terrifying and ubiquitous black hood.
It's paralyzed you, with fear and uncertainty
Snatching your thoughts and seizing your clarity
If you knew a way to stop this, you would
That uncontrollable and engrossing black hood.
Today is Halloween, the day of the dead.
Trudging home with feet heavier than lead,
You hear footsteps behind you, so you stop in your tracks.
You're shaking with terror, that feeling is back.
But this time, it's different; something's wrong.
Though your fear is the same, ever so strong,
Now it's closer, behind you, there's a knife at your back!
The last thing you see before the world turns black...
is
a
Hood.
Tailing your car to the grocery store.
Just out of sight from where you stood
That fleeting and unforgettable black hood.
From the back of the line in the coffee shop
To the streets, hidden behind a bus stop.
'It's following me,' you decide for good.
That evasive and eerie black hood.
Taunting you, holding a bouquet of flowers
A haunting feeling you remember for hours
Frightening you more than it should,
That ominous and daunting black hood.
Jolting awake in the middle of the night
It's outside of your window; your fear ignites.
Losing more sleep than you ever thought you could,
That sinister and possessive black hood.
Now you can't even walk down the hall
Without panicking; it's everywhere...yet nowhere at all
Your crutch is the wall and its sturdy wood
That terrifying and ubiquitous black hood.
It's paralyzed you, with fear and uncertainty
Snatching your thoughts and seizing your clarity
If you knew a way to stop this, you would
That uncontrollable and engrossing black hood.
Today is Halloween, the day of the dead.
Trudging home with feet heavier than lead,
You hear footsteps behind you, so you stop in your tracks.
You're shaking with terror, that feeling is back.
But this time, it's different; something's wrong.
Though your fear is the same, ever so strong,
Now it's closer, behind you, there's a knife at your back!
The last thing you see before the world turns black...
is
a
Hood.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/black-hood
Black Hood
Published: December 2014
You know you've seen it around before
Tailing your car to the grocery store.
Just out of sight from where you stood
That fleeting and unforgettable black hood.
From the back of the line in the coffee shop
To the streets, hidden behind a bus stop.
'It's following me,' you decide for good.
That evasive and eerie black hood.
Taunting you, holding a bouquet of flowers
A haunting feeling you remember for hours
Frightening you more than it should,
That ominous and daunting black hood.
Jolting awake in the middle of the night
It's outside of your window; your fear ignites.
Losing more sleep than you ever thought you could,
That sinister and possessive black hood.
Now you can't even walk down the hall
Without panicking; it's everywhere...yet nowhere at all
Your crutch is the wall and its sturdy wood
That terrifying and ubiquitous black hood.
It's paralyzed you, with fear and uncertainty
Snatching your thoughts and seizing your clarity
If you knew a way to stop this, you would
That uncontrollable and engrossing black hood.
Today is Halloween, the day of the dead.
Trudging home with feet heavier than lead,
You hear footsteps behind you, so you stop in your tracks.
You're shaking with terror, that feeling is back.
But this time, it's different; something's wrong.
Though your fear is the same, ever so strong,
Now it's closer, behind you, there's a knife at your back!
The last thing you see before the world turns black...
is
a
Hood.
Tailing your car to the grocery store.
Just out of sight from where you stood
That fleeting and unforgettable black hood.
From the back of the line in the coffee shop
To the streets, hidden behind a bus stop.
'It's following me,' you decide for good.
That evasive and eerie black hood.
Taunting you, holding a bouquet of flowers
A haunting feeling you remember for hours
Frightening you more than it should,
That ominous and daunting black hood.
Jolting awake in the middle of the night
It's outside of your window; your fear ignites.
Losing more sleep than you ever thought you could,
That sinister and possessive black hood.
Now you can't even walk down the hall
Without panicking; it's everywhere...yet nowhere at all
Your crutch is the wall and its sturdy wood
That terrifying and ubiquitous black hood.
It's paralyzed you, with fear and uncertainty
Snatching your thoughts and seizing your clarity
If you knew a way to stop this, you would
That uncontrollable and engrossing black hood.
Today is Halloween, the day of the dead.
Trudging home with feet heavier than lead,
You hear footsteps behind you, so you stop in your tracks.
You're shaking with terror, that feeling is back.
But this time, it's different; something's wrong.
Though your fear is the same, ever so strong,
Now it's closer, behind you, there's a knife at your back!
The last thing you see before the world turns black...
is
a
Hood.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/black-hood
Black Hood
Published: December 2014
You know you've seen it around before
Tailing your car to the grocery store.
Just out of sight from where you stood
That fleeting and unforgettable black hood.
From the back of the line in the coffee shop
To the streets, hidden behind a bus stop.
'It's following me,' you decide for good.
That evasive and eerie black hood.
Taunting you, holding a bouquet of flowers
A haunting feeling you remember for hours
Frightening you more than it should,
That ominous and daunting black hood.
Jolting awake in the middle of the night
It's outside of your window; your fear ignites.
Losing more sleep than you ever thought you could,
That sinister and possessive black hood.
Now you can't even walk down the hall
Without panicking; it's everywhere...yet nowhere at all
Your crutch is the wall and its sturdy wood
That terrifying and ubiquitous black hood.
It's paralyzed you, with fear and uncertainty
Snatching your thoughts and seizing your clarity
If you knew a way to stop this, you would
That uncontrollable and engrossing black hood.
Today is Halloween, the day of the dead.
Trudging home with feet heavier than lead,
You hear footsteps behind you, so you stop in your tracks.
You're shaking with terror, that feeling is back.
But this time, it's different; something's wrong.
Though your fear is the same, ever so strong,
Now it's closer, behind you, there's a knife at your back!
The last thing you see before the world turns black...
is
a
Hood.
Tailing your car to the grocery store.
Just out of sight from where you stood
That fleeting and unforgettable black hood.
From the back of the line in the coffee shop
To the streets, hidden behind a bus stop.
'It's following me,' you decide for good.
That evasive and eerie black hood.
Taunting you, holding a bouquet of flowers
A haunting feeling you remember for hours
Frightening you more than it should,
That ominous and daunting black hood.
Jolting awake in the middle of the night
It's outside of your window; your fear ignites.
Losing more sleep than you ever thought you could,
That sinister and possessive black hood.
Now you can't even walk down the hall
Without panicking; it's everywhere...yet nowhere at all
Your crutch is the wall and its sturdy wood
That terrifying and ubiquitous black hood.
It's paralyzed you, with fear and uncertainty
Snatching your thoughts and seizing your clarity
If you knew a way to stop this, you would
That uncontrollable and engrossing black hood.
Today is Halloween, the day of the dead.
Trudging home with feet heavier than lead,
You hear footsteps behind you, so you stop in your tracks.
You're shaking with terror, that feeling is back.
But this time, it's different; something's wrong.
Though your fear is the same, ever so strong,
Now it's closer, behind you, there's a knife at your back!
The last thing you see before the world turns black...
is
a
Hood.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/black-hood
My Next Door Neighbor Is A Witch
Published: September 2014
My next door neighbor is a witch,
And she lives way down in a ditch.
Her clothing is a little strange,
Because she never wants to change.
She has a black robe and a black hat,
Green skin and a smelly black cat.
A big fat wart grows on her nose,
And seventeen pimples on her toes.
But...her food is EVEN worse,
Because she eats it course by course.
Her first course is seven dead bats,
Laid on top of seven rats.
Then she has twenty flies
With lots and lots of llama eyes.
Her main course is a horrible soup,
Because it's made with doggie poop.
But worst of all is her dessert.
It's little children rolled in dirt.
Last night she had a witch's feast
And turned into a greedy beast.
I think she cooked my best friend Tilly
And ate her with some peas and broccoli.
And she lives way down in a ditch.
Her clothing is a little strange,
Because she never wants to change.
She has a black robe and a black hat,
Green skin and a smelly black cat.
A big fat wart grows on her nose,
And seventeen pimples on her toes.
But...her food is EVEN worse,
Because she eats it course by course.
Her first course is seven dead bats,
Laid on top of seven rats.
Then she has twenty flies
With lots and lots of llama eyes.
Her main course is a horrible soup,
Because it's made with doggie poop.
But worst of all is her dessert.
It's little children rolled in dirt.
Last night she had a witch's feast
And turned into a greedy beast.
I think she cooked my best friend Tilly
And ate her with some peas and broccoli.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-next-door-neighbor-is-a-witch
Happy Hallowe'en
It was a dark cold October night. The house was quiet, the cat asleep. She sat in her chair working on with her magic wand creating a gift for an unborn child.
She rocked in her chair, she sang a tune in her head. She was a happy old soul.
The wind blew the branches of the tree outside her house. The wind was calling a name.. not her name. It was warning her of a visitor. The lady just rocked in her chair focusing on her project singing the song in her head.
Then... she dropped her wand... she sat still in her chair...
there was another knock.. a loud bang on her door!
The cat woke up and yowled a cry never heard before, he danced on all fours in circles and headed for the door.
The door blew open by the wind!
The Visitor entered!
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| Happy Halloween |
Happy Hallowe'en Everyone! Have fun, stay safe!
Thank you for taking a look!
See you tomorrow.. if we all make it through the night!
Jewels
PS, that is a photo of my daughter!
My Next Door Neighbor Is A Witch
Published: September 2014
My next door neighbor is a witch,
And she lives way down in a ditch.
Her clothing is a little strange,
Because she never wants to change.
She has a black robe and a black hat,
Green skin and a smelly black cat.
A big fat wart grows on her nose,
And seventeen pimples on her toes.
But...her food is EVEN worse,
Because she eats it course by course.
Her first course is seven dead bats,
Laid on top of seven rats.
Then she has twenty flies
With lots and lots of llama eyes.
Her main course is a horrible soup,
Because it's made with doggie poop.
But worst of all is her dessert.
It's little children rolled in dirt.
Last night she had a witch's feast
And turned into a greedy beast.
I think she cooked my best friend Tilly
And ate her with some peas and broccoli.
And she lives way down in a ditch.
Her clothing is a little strange,
Because she never wants to change.
She has a black robe and a black hat,
Green skin and a smelly black cat.
A big fat wart grows on her nose,
And seventeen pimples on her toes.
But...her food is EVEN worse,
Because she eats it course by course.
Her first course is seven dead bats,
Laid on top of seven rats.
Then she has twenty flies
With lots and lots of llama eyes.
Her main course is a horrible soup,
Because it's made with doggie poop.
But worst of all is her dessert.
It's little children rolled in dirt.
Last night she had a witch's feast
And turned into a greedy beast.
I think she cooked my best friend Tilly
And ate her with some peas and broccoli.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-next-door-neighbor-is-a-witch
Black Hood
Published: December 2014
You know you've seen it around before
Tailing your car to the grocery store.
Just out of sight from where you stood
That fleeting and unforgettable black hood.
From the back of the line in the coffee shop
To the streets, hidden behind a bus stop.
'It's following me,' you decide for good.
That evasive and eerie black hood.
Taunting you, holding a bouquet of flowers
A haunting feeling you remember for hours
Frightening you more than it should,
That ominous and daunting black hood.
Jolting awake in the middle of the night
It's outside of your window; your fear ignites.
Losing more sleep than you ever thought you could,
That sinister and possessive black hood.
Now you can't even walk down the hall
Without panicking; it's everywhere...yet nowhere at all
Your crutch is the wall and its sturdy wood
That terrifying and ubiquitous black hood.
It's paralyzed you, with fear and uncertainty
Snatching your thoughts and seizing your clarity
If you knew a way to stop this, you would
That uncontrollable and engrossing black hood.
Today is Halloween, the day of the dead.
Trudging home with feet heavier than lead,
You hear footsteps behind you, so you stop in your tracks.
You're shaking with terror, that feeling is back.
But this time, it's different; something's wrong.
Though your fear is the same, ever so strong,
Now it's closer, behind you, there's a knife at your back!
The last thing you see before the world turns black...
is
a
Hood.
Tailing your car to the grocery store.
Just out of sight from where you stood
That fleeting and unforgettable black hood.
From the back of the line in the coffee shop
To the streets, hidden behind a bus stop.
'It's following me,' you decide for good.
That evasive and eerie black hood.
Taunting you, holding a bouquet of flowers
A haunting feeling you remember for hours
Frightening you more than it should,
That ominous and daunting black hood.
Jolting awake in the middle of the night
It's outside of your window; your fear ignites.
Losing more sleep than you ever thought you could,
That sinister and possessive black hood.
Now you can't even walk down the hall
Without panicking; it's everywhere...yet nowhere at all
Your crutch is the wall and its sturdy wood
That terrifying and ubiquitous black hood.
It's paralyzed you, with fear and uncertainty
Snatching your thoughts and seizing your clarity
If you knew a way to stop this, you would
That uncontrollable and engrossing black hood.
Today is Halloween, the day of the dead.
Trudging home with feet heavier than lead,
You hear footsteps behind you, so you stop in your tracks.
You're shaking with terror, that feeling is back.
But this time, it's different; something's wrong.
Though your fear is the same, ever so strong,
Now it's closer, behind you, there's a knife at your back!
The last thing you see before the world turns black...
is
a
Hood.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/black-hood
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