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Autumn Nights

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)


I titled this page 'Autumn Nights', but you're welcome to use your own title. Look at the picture and see what you can do with it. It should be fun.

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Autumn Nights

By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)




Everyone said that the house was haunted
But the couple bought it they were undaunted
They were young and they were rash
They bought the house paying cash


The first night they resided there
They thought outside they heard a bear
Peeking through the upstairs pane
Loudly came a cry of someone insane


Outside standing among the trees
A ghostly figure brought them to their knees
A woman stood in a dress of slinky black
They laughed when they saw That Elvira was back


It had been a long time since she was seen
I can't remember just how long it had been
Elvira that vamp mistress of dark
Who made spooky things seem like a lark









 


Autumn Nights

By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)




ITS A FRIGHTFUL
DELIGHTFUL NIGHT


DRESSED IN BLACK
ELVIRA IS BACK
LADY OF THE DARK
HEARING A NOISE NOW HARK!!!


DOTH SHE SCARE
SHOULD WE BE AWARE
OF GOBLETS OF WINE
AND SPIRITS DIVINE


OF SHINY SWORDS
OF THE DEVILS WORDS
HEY MISS QUEEN
ELVIRA'S COSTUME IS MISS HALLOWEEN


NO NEED TO FEAR
ELVIRA'S HERE
SHE WILL PROTECT
NOT NEGLECT


HER FOLLOWING IS DANDY
ALL THEY WANT IS HER CANDY
SO DONT BE MEAN
IT'S HALLOWEEN









 


Autumn Nights

By Bob (C1ydeBunky@aol.com)




FOR MANY YEARS SHE'S WANDERED, JUST
TO FIND HER LOVE AGAIN -
TO FIND THE MAN SHE LEFT ALONE
IN SORROW AND IN PAIN,


AND NOW ON THIS ALL HALLOW'S EVE
SHE NEARS HIS GRAVE - THE KEY -
THE EPITAPH THAT SHE HAS CAUSED
ALL WHO COME HERE TO SEE


SHE CAME, FOR SHE WAS FINALLY TOLD
JUST WHERE HIS GRAVE DOES LIE.
HER FLYING FRIEND HAD FLOWN TO HER
TO TELL HER HE DID DIE.


SHE'LL NEVERMORE SEE HIS SWEET FACE
NOR EVER HEAR HIS VOICE -
NO SMILES, NO SIGHS OR HAPPY SOUNDS
FOR FATE ALLOWS NO CHOICE


AND HAPPILY, HE'LL NEVER KNOW
WHAT FATE SHE HAD IN STORE -
HE RESTS IN HEAVEN PEACEFULLY
AND KNOWS NO MORE LENORE.









 


Autumn Twilight

By susi taylor (Texaswishr@aol.com)




the old mansion sits there, lonely and desolate
the magnolias droop and wither in despair
spanish moss hangs down as though weeping
and behold! I see you there............


floating thru the trees, a ghostly image
gauzy blue dress billiowing around,
and the Autumn leaves falling with abandon
covering everything on the ground


the days of the war have passed away
but spectres of its savagery are everywhere
scorched and black streaked sides of the mansion
windows, unlit and blank, a memory in disrepair


an Autumn twilight, haunted reminiscenses
of a day and time so very long ago
when the sounds of music and laughter
kept ante bellum life aglow









 


Halloween Night - Bewitching

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)




I've waited for fifty-five years to materialize on this night.
An untimely death was my plight.


I was the queen of the Halloween Ball,
But my fate on me did befall.


I was dancing with my love when a candle fell from the chandelier.
My gown caught fire, and the rest is history I fear.


The scene was so horrific that no more balls were held until this night.
I am here my love, so that together we can take flight.









 


Autumn Nights

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)




Greystone’s mansion, so run down,
desolate and near grown over.
Out on the quarry road
just past the blackberry patch.


Spooks and goblins supposed to rule,
old man Greystone killed his wife,
had three young mistresses.
The old man was a masochist.


Along about the middle of October,
the young ladies in various dress,
would parade about scaring people,
looking for revenge.


Me and Bill and Joe,
we were very brave as
twelve year olds go.
We weren’t scared of them ghosts.


Three flashlights and a baseball bat,
an October Friday night,
out we went to find out,
to fulfill one big dare.


The gate hinges were quite rusty,
all sorts of screeching noise they made,
crept toward the old deserted house,
Joe had to go.


Me and Bill went ahead,
a gust of wind,
blew off his cap;
Course he went for it.


Heard a noise, looked around,
there she stood, peed my pants;
woman in a black dress,
cobwebs all over her.


She screeched and called me by name,
said she was my friend.
She spun around, making noise,
reached out and took my hand.


I turned and ran, fast as I could,
the gate was closed.
I could feel her breath on my neck,
I climbed the gate and kept on running.


Fifty years ago it was today,
so I went back to take a look,
knowing I was older and braver,
I was an old man.


Again she appeared and asked
me to dance.
I reached for her hand
but nothing I felt,
she screeched and again, I ran.









 


Autumn Nights

By Pat (Patagain71733@aol.com)




she walk's
beautiful untouchable in to the night
illuminated as she shivers in the moon's light
I with awe wonder if she can feel
another's touch that would make her real
has she ever searched the heavens above
has she longed for the warmth of Love
Is she as a diamond hidden in the depth of coal
or seeking happiness in the uniting of another soul
I long to approach and touch her cheek so frail
I hesitate afraid she will take to flight
her and the nightingale loss into the autumn night
a haunting vision once more I long to find
alas only a dream fleeing from the shadows of my mind












 


Those Teasing Autumn Nights

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)




Stars twinkle earlier,
Night sounds sound,
Traffic on the highway,
Slows down, slows down.


Creepy things are hanging,
Silhouetted on trees,
Apple piles for bobbing
A cool nip in the breeze.


Grill smoke wafting,
From neighbor's back yard,
A dog's faint barking,
Children homeworking hard.


Grass crunches in the moonlight
No more need for mowing
Clouds cross the moon as witches,
Jack-o-lanterns cut and glowing


A legend of a girl who was murdered,
Haunts cars parked at the lake,
Some really believe she walks
They tremble and they shake.


Autumn nights tease you,
With ghosts and Hallowe˘en,
For just around the corner is winter,
The scariest on the scene.









 


Autumn Nights

By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)




Sharp gusts of chilling wind
Blow the dying leaves away.
The sun settles in to sleep.
It will awaken the coming day.


Skies fade from pink to deep navy.
Shadows disappear from sight.
Stars like sequins glitter through.
The moon adds its glowing light.


Some frost settles on the ground.
Just a taste of icing on the cake.
The geese were flying to the south,
Tonight they settled on the lake.


When the morning comes tomorrow
They'll rise and fly again.
The Autumn night is closing in,
The bears head for their den.


Enjoy the night and fly with me!
We'll circle around the moon.
Cackle and shout to scare the bats
Because Winter will be here soon.









 


Autumn Nights

By Connie (CSThomas@aol.com)




Sarah Hynbeau lived in a small western town and was ever so popular in school. Being 16 years old, her parent decided to let her date, but this would come to be her biggest mistake. She got pregnant by this guy and her parents made her give the baby up for adoption.

Sarah grieved over this for years. She finished school, went on to college and became a photographer for one of the newspapers in this city. During the next few years, she had wanted to try and find the daughter she had when she was 16. Since she worked at a newspaper, she has access to past birth records of the surrounding towns. Finally, she found who had adopted her daughter and was determined to find her.

After several more years, with her name and address in hand, went to see where she lived. She was not married, but lived in the city Sarah lived in Since Sarah had majored in photography she used these skills to meet and start a conversation with her. Sarah, by then, had captured some pictures of her coming out of her house and the places she frequented, therefore, would make sure she was at those places in order to start up a conversation with her.

Sarah was sitting on a bench at the park when her daughter showed up with her dog, giving her a chance to start a conversation since she had a dog too. This meeting soon developed into a wonderful friendship. Sissy, as her parents called her, did not want to go to college and soon was to became very interested in Sarah's photography.

Before long, Sissy was coming over to her house to learn every thing she could about becoming a photographer. A couple of years had passed, and one morning she went to Sarah's, but she answered the door.. then she went to the back door and walked on in. There she found Sarah lying on the bed not breathing. She immediately called the ambulance. Much to her sorrow, Sissy was to learn she had aneurysm and had died in her sleep.

Over the next few weeks, a lawyer contacted Sissy who was to learn she was the daughter of the lady she so admired. Her parents had never told her she was adopted so this was a complete shock to her. Her grief was insurmountable, but in Sarah's will, had left Sissy this old house and all her photography equipment, plus three thousand dollars. The money meant nothing to her... for she dearly loved her friend who just happened to be her real Mother.... the Mother she never got to live with.













         

 

 






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