All Hallows' eve, spirits, night of the dead
Trick or Treat began with giving soul's cake bread
Danse macabre, origin of mask and costume
Town criers in black, call for alms of gloom
From Catholic to Protestant, times medieval
Spirit retrieval turned dark and evil
First jack-o-lantern carved of a turnip
Latter a pumpkin lantern, so nothing'll burn up
Lights the way, a decapitation, held by kids
Today's virtual evil in the streets this all forbids
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A grotesque commercial celebration devoid of all spirituality in which the dead do not participe !
I wouldn\'t either if people were mocking the way I looked. Thanks so much Lorenz for the read and comment it is most appreciated
The day for the dead to explain their plight.
Have you noticed the trick or treaters are turning up to your door with card machines now?
What the hell is happening out there.
Thank you Paul for the read and kind support it is appreciated. The ones that I have noticed are going to upscale neighborhoods asking for bitcoin
Sorry
Still laughing at your interaction with Paul
Timely write
Thoroughly enjoyed
Thank you for the read Peto your support is deeply appreciated and valued
Ahh, a fine poem describing KP and her deeds - or 'antics!' lol. She needs no Halloween masks. Scary enough without them. Is there a shortage of pumpkins apart from Halloween time? lol.
Thanks Orchi. Yea they don't last through the year unless they are in a can. Tried making a jock-o-lantern out of a can but it wasn't the same some how.
Ahhh lol.
Soren, love this…faith, folklore, and a flicker of fear braided together. Wonderful job...and yay for Halloween. Sad that today's times have limited a lot of the fun that used to be had. Well written.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much Tristan I appreciate the read and comment. Yes I remember all the hell we engaged in on Halloween.
Wow! Would it be wrong if I unpacked it as an allegorical poem on desecration of the spirit of Halloween due to commercial gains?
Thank you again my friend for your words of support. It is indeed such. In our society we exploit even Christmas why not Halloween?
The poem "Halloween" delves into the historical roots and transformation of Halloween customs, underscoring the dichotomy between the ancient rituals associated with the holiday and their contemporary interpretations. It examines the interplay of cultural beliefs, spirituality, and the evolution of the celebration over time, encompassing All Hallows' Eve, the significance of costumes and masks, the tradition of trick-or-treating, and the symbolism of jack-o-lanterns. Furthermore, the poem explores the darker aspects of the holiday, including its connections to mortality and the supernatural.
Thank you so much Friendship for the read and understanding comment it is most appreciated my friend
I really liked the write, but it is just another chance to ring those pennies out of you, thousands of people celebrating something that they have no idea the history off, have a great weekend
Thanks Tobani yes everything is to make money. Mother's day, birthdays, Christmas, Halloween soon they will be selling veterans on veterans day.
You need to keep that quiet, someone will it's a great idea!!
Nice one. I used to Hollow out a Turnip also when younger. Now it's all Commercial.
When Kids come to the door dressed as Witches; I sometimes would like to answer it as Mathew Hopkins : Witchfinder General. Give THEM a fright.
Thanks so much Kevin for the read and words of support they are most appreciated.
Fine words soren, but over the many years I have lived in this house I have never had trick or treaters come to my house.
Andy
Thank you Andy for your review and response each neighborhood different as is each country. In mine there used to be scores of kids come now the neighborhood has no children and I haven't seen a trick or treater in several years
Evil moves in,
paints the walls black,
sofas purple; plates green
you call it slick.
He plays the trick.
We treat with money,
Ten billion yearly
is not a joke honey.
When hearts are haunted
truth is always unwanted.
This could be a political statement, seasonal greeting or comment on the poem itself. Thanks so much
I love the uneasiness of this rhythm structure, that clearly fits the words that are written. Though, from line five, it reads like a killer rap, of which I very much enjoyed.
I agree with what this poem, and previous readers comments, question. With the purity of a certain faith, do the dead appreciate this?
Bravo, and I hope that all is well!
Thank you so much for the review and words of understanding they are most appreciated.
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