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Oct.28.2009
The form for this poem is a Villanelle
O n this dark All Hallows Night,Witches on their broomsticks leap As phantoms gather out of sight;
Ghosts that haunt in shrouds of white,From ‘neath the blankets children peepOn this dark All Hallows Night;
Werewolves howl and...
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Oct.28.2009
Shalloween?
What we think is shallow
Just may be a gallow
Don’t fall asleep on a true meaning so deep
Consider the Eve of All Hallows
Human discernment unkeen
Historic and modern attrocities unseen
Yet in naïve merriment still they say
Here comes the “ween”
Ten thirty one
Merry and mirth...
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Oct.28.2009
My girlfriend was in a dither because at last, this divorcee had a date. He was a high school principal and a good catch for a young divorcee with a child. The invitation was for a "Halloween Fest - Wear a Costume." I had not worn a Halloween costume since I was a child breaking the...
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Oct.28.2009
Have you ever walked a lonely road, on a cold and cheerless night, and watched the moon make silvery paths,with beams of silvery light? Did you see a farm that hides its face, behind the moaning trees?Then from its core, a voice would speak, a frightened, warning breeze. Atop a hill, before your...
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Oct.28.2009
Hallowe'en was not a part of our culture. I probably went out three times when a tiny girl. Hated it! I did not feel comfortable.
I loved being home handing out the treats to our younger, smaller neighbors.
When I was about eleven, I asked Mom to dress me like an Amazon woman from South America...
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Oct.28.2009
Hi tis the season to be scary. Another religious holiday for those who practice the Wiccan religion or Catholics who believe in the saints and pay homage to them, to be turned into a commercial cash grab. We have seen the birth of Christ turn into an opportunity to shop til we drop and pay...
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Oct.28.2009
“Who am I? Where am I? What am I?” I’m a big orange Pumpkin with little green legs kicking wildly as the chant of I love Lucy reverberates inside my brain. A coachman and two dancing mice are trying to pull me out of my pumpkin patch. Where am I? I’m on stage at the Palace, a Chinese movie...
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Oct.28.2009
Here in México , we have the traditión of venerate the dead people, and this tradition comes from prehispanic times. Mexicans dedicated one day to the memory of the death. This tradition says that on NOv. 1st. dead "children" return to visit their families , and on NOv 2nd. dead "...
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Oct.28.2009
When I was seven or eight years old, we lived in a working class neighborhood of Rockville Centre, Long Island. It was all blue collar, the place my mother wanted to emerge from, to rise out of. But for me as kid it was largely paradise.
Sure, there were scary moments. They weren't Halloween-y...
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Oct.28.2009
I love New Orleans. When I was in grad school, my husband and I decided to start a political consulting firm. We signed a candidate in Mobile, and went down over a weekend to meet him. We quickly realized he wasn't the candidate for us -- he kept suggesting ways to get around the FEC filing laws,...
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