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"11f7">The night is black. You stand your ground, Aim a furious stare. Confident in your blindness, Armored by your ignorance, There are no monsters there.</p><p id="51c7">No, I haven’t seen him. No one here can figure it, Just up and left, they say. We don't know what happened That dreary Halloween night, Though Skull-O’-Lantern may.</p><p id="4c46">Thanks (I think) are to be continually delivered to Martin Rushton, for the endless impetus of a ‘Never-Ending Poem’:</p><div id="4ce1" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-never-ending-poem-de8b33d0cdf0"> <div> <div> <h2>The Never-Ending Poem</h2> <div><h3>Give up on chain mail and join the never-ending poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*L5d-lQCfkx1sjRxCO-GGpA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="3547"><a href="undefined">Suryatapa</a> wrote this joyful poem on Love. I wrote my poem in response to

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her prompt for a poem about my favorite season.</p><div id="ae7e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/that-four-letter-word-4b3f7188a2ba"> <div> <div> <h2>That Four-Letter Word</h2> <div><h3>In response to the ‘never-ending poem’ from Share The Love</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*ODYibssqYcEAbMC3aojZMA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="f05a">I offer this boundless opportunity to <a href="undefined">Hannah Stoltenberg</a>, <a href="undefined">Stephen Dalton</a>, <a href="undefined">MicheletheTrainer</a>, <a href="undefined">Alex Kilcannon</a>, <a href="undefined">Aimée Gramblin</a>, <a href="undefined">Kevin Heads</a>, <a href="undefined">Kevin Keeney</a>, <a href="undefined">Victor Sarkin</a>, <a href="undefined">James G Brennan</a>, and <a href="undefined">Martin Rushton</a> to write on the scintillating subject of Rednecks.</p></article></body>

Skull-O’-Lantern

Autumn brings Halloween

Photo by the author, image created on Canva

Autumn arrives in the third week of October, Mere herald, only the forerunner of The true star of the month and the season. Halloween Little chills and shivers tickle you at the thought.

Green Acres Farm yields hay bales and the blank pumpkin That will let Skull- O’- Lantern manifest. The tiny carving knife slides adroitly. The skeletal visage appears.

While the poet ponders weak and weary, And a raven shakes his head, croaking, “Drunk again, poor Edgar, He can’t get his act together.”

Monsters in the closet, Ghosts in the attic, Vampires in the basement, Werewolves in the forest, Zombies at the door, Hurry, hurry, hurry, Always room for more.

Pumpkin Jack Looms threatening, Sporting an evil grin. Raw Head and Bloody Bones, Slack-jawed, empty-eyed, Infinite spaces within.

The night is black. You stand your ground, Aim a furious stare. Confident in your blindness, Armored by your ignorance, There are no monsters there.

No, I haven’t seen him. No one here can figure it, Just up and left, they say. We don't know what happened That dreary Halloween night, Though Skull-O’-Lantern may.

Thanks (I think) are to be continually delivered to Martin Rushton, for the endless impetus of a ‘Never-Ending Poem’:

The Never-Ending Poem

Give up on chain mail and join the never-ending poem

medium.com

Suryatapa wrote this joyful poem on Love. I wrote my poem in response to her prompt for a poem about my favorite season.

That Four-Letter Word

In response to the ‘never-ending poem’ from Share The Love

medium.com

I offer this boundless opportunity to Hannah Stoltenberg, Stephen Dalton, MicheletheTrainer, Alex Kilcannon, Aimée Gramblin, Kevin Heads, Kevin Keeney, Victor Sarkin, James G Brennan, and Martin Rushton to write on the scintillating subject of Rednecks.