A sunny, glorious, autumn day. Leaves drop from the treetops. To my amazement I can hear them hit the ground, like a symphony of tapping. Hence this poem. (if you cannot see the entire poem, click on 'read more' and scroll to the bottom of the page.)
LISTEN TO THE LEAVES
When mist is gone, and dawn is here
Watch the treetops.
It's time of year when coloured leaves
fall like raindrops.
Watch them sail, drift and flutter,
Like flimsy feathers
Watch them glide through the air
In autumn weathers.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
Could make a noise.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
could sound so snappy.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
could have a voice.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
could make me happy.
A puff of wind, a waft of breeze
And they're dancing.
A slight movement of the air
And they're prancing.
A staccato click, tip, tap
They clip the ground.
Stand quite still and cock your ear
You'll hear their sound.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
Could make a noise.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
could sound so snappy.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
could have a voice.
Who'd have thought falling leaves
could make me happy.
This Halloween poem has some bad language in the middle.....but what would you expect from a GHASTLY GHOUL.... (if you can't see whole poem, click on 'read more' and scroll to bottom of page).
GHASTLY GHOUL
Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha. I'm the ghastly ghoul
I creep about in darkness to frighten one and all.
I lie inside my coffin. I chuckle and a cackle.
As soon as twilight heralds night my bones begins to rattle.
I hide my grisly features beneath my hooded cloak.
But once I'm good and ready, I'll terrorise you folk.
My eyes flash red with fury. My skin is daubed with bumps.
And all along my pointed chin are sickly septic lumps.
My yellow teeth are minging. My breath it smells so foul
So whiffy and so pongy like an athlete's stinking towel.
My voice is strained and gravelly, rather like a growl.
But when my anger bubbles up it sounds just like a howl.
Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha. I am the ghastly ghoul.
I'm so frigging freaky, I think I'm fucking cool.
My gruesome face will scare you. You'll run a blooming mile.
Gone will be your laughter. Gone will be your smile.
Your eyes will pop out from your head. You'll tremble and you'll shake.
Every single startled limb will quiver and will quake.
I'll point my twisted finger. You'll scatter and you'll scarper.
You'll screech with fear, 'Get out of here!' You'll sweat as you run faster.
You'll never rest or sleep again. You'll never close your lids.
Once you catch my evil stare your life is on the skids.
Ha ha ha.Ha ha ha. I am a ghastly ghoul.
I rise up every Halloween to frighten one and all.
If you fancy a free half-hour read of any of my books, with no obligation to buy, come along to the Kendal library between 10am and 12.30 on Saturday, 24th October. I'll be there with all my novels, short stories and quirky verses for anyone to flick through. I will probably sit opposite the entrance, so you should not miss me. I will not have books to buy but will refer you to this website to order online, if you so wish.
If you don't like the book you've picked, return it to me and choose another. All I ask is that you return books to me and don't take them away.
Hope to see you
(no more to read)