Witches ride on brooms

because mops that absorb the rain

will slow them down;

so they go with brooms.

***

If all vampires were a pizza,

what kind of pizza would they be?

I think they’d be an olive pizza.

Olive forever to infinity.

This may sound kind of cheesy,

but I’m talking about pizza.

Good food makes me smile,

smile like the Mona Lisa. 🙂

Why in the world would anyone ask

if all vampires were a pizza,

which pizza would they be?

Because what if there’s a witch

who is really very hungry,

and she got in a fight

with Count Dracula’s posse?!

Then the witch would cast a spell

to make vampires edible.

She’d ring the lunchtime bell.

This poem’s a trick;

can’t you tell?

***

Halloween (the 31st of October)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this blog: they’re not over).

These 2 poems Witches Ride and If All Vampires Were a Pizza, What Kind of Pizza Would They Be?

were in Milpitas Post issues;

the memory of both my poems still continues.

A vampire that’s made out of Legos

should be called

Bela Legosi…

***

Putting on someone else’s name tag

can be a quick and easy

last-minute Halloween option.

***

Bela Lugosi being born in October

and the last day before Halloween (also in October)

remind me of these thoughts (in this blog: they’re not over).

These 2 poems Vampire and Name Tag were in Milpitas Post issues;

the memory of both my poems still continues.

A dynasty that

ended violently found out

how to die nasty…

***

Visit a Cemetery Day (last Sunday of October)

reminds me of this haiku (in this blog: it’s not over).

This poem Dynasty was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

***

Also, cemetery rhyming with marry

reminds me of my other poem Tears (that I’m sharing):

If there are tears, rain,

spilled liquids (and/or spilled blood)

at a ceremony where marriage happens, then the wedding

is also the wetting…

Even more so if its people are sweating.

***

That 2nd non-italic poem Tears is in Orangevale View.

I’ll post the link to its issue; to be continued…

Three days before October 31st

reminds me of three years ago (haunting like it’s cursed)

when I wrote a poem that still feels like a ghost.

It’s called Halloween 2020; here it goes:

Halloween 2020 is a chance to change identity.

Who or what to be is asked by many.

Some options: Wonder Woman, Enola Holmes, RBG,

Black Panther, Baby Yoda, a Disney fantasy,

a creature, meme, icon (or celebrity),

one that thrills or inspires creativity.

***

This poem is in Orangevale View

on page 5; here’s the link to its issue:

https://ovview.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/issue-20-vol-13-10.23.pdf-final.pdf .

For Halloween, someone tells me that she’ll be a dark mermaid.

She used to tell others she’ll be a Siren,

but that changed.

When she said Siren, this puzzled others since

they thought she’d be an alarm on an ambulance.

***

The nearness of Halloween (in October)

reminds me of these rhymes (in this blog: they’re not over).

This poem Dark Mermaid is in Orangevale View.

I’ll post the link to the issue; to be continued…

The small cube of cheese got turned into dice

after it was bitten by the vampire mice.

High stakes, can’t reach seven, cold edgy six under,

roll reversing, often pale,

curse addicted gambler’s hunger…

***

The 6 in the 26th near Halloween (in October)

reminds me of these rhymes (in this blog: they’re not over).

This poem Small Cube of Cheese was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

Orange cones on a street

or the spikes of a

monster quiet asleep?

***

Demons on meds,

demons are on meds

(is an anagram or virus

that’s messing with their heads)…

***

The popularity of horror fiction in October

reminds me of these rhymes (in this blog: they’re not over).

These 2 poems Orange Cones and Demons were published by Milpitas Post.

Continuing is the memory of these poems I wrote.

If Daredevil played basketball, his best move

must be the no-look pass.

His radar sense of the court

makes him more fast.

***

A mystery of who shot a ball into a hoop is a hoopdunit.

It’s like a whodunit but with a basket or bucket.

A player that’s killer? This can be a skit…

Perhaps this is crazy, but then again what if?

***

The start of the NBA 2023-24 regular season (the 24th of October)

reminds me of these rhymes (in this blog: they’re not over).

These 2 poems Devilish and A Mystery were published by Milpitas Post.

Continuing is the memory of these poems I wrote.

Seats in a movie theater can resemble rows of gravestones

especially if a horror movie is playing.

And if people spend most of their time

just watching or mindlessly consuming.

***

Clown would not exist

without the low and the ow.

Humor and/or horror

are still relevant now.

***

National Horror Movie Day (the 23rd of October)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this blog: they’re not over).

These 2 poems Seats and Clown were in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poems still does continue.

The library fits as a gym for the brain;

it also serves as a paradise for nerds.

Its openness to all kinds of ideas makes

folks check out materials and then return…

***

Smart is Cool Day (the 22nd of October)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this blog: they’re not over).

This poem has a name and that name is Library.

To an avid reader, a library: necessary.