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 This Is Halloween — The Nightmare Before Christmas 

So to grin and to grin

For tis the night we almost win

Next year to try again the sin

To lure all humans to the dark

We sing and chant hark hark

For even now a chance to bark

No ravens choose to sing like lark

But edgy dogs keep calling out

We're pumpkins round and stout

Some with lights some gone out

A scary season no doubt no doubt

Season to scare and souls to win 

© gillena cox 2026

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Poetics: Thirteen songs – Thirteen hauntings

Challenge: This Is Halloween” — The Nightmare Before Christmas. Prompt: Halloween itself as a living creature.  Streets, pumpkins, shadows, ghosts, and moon speak in one collective voice.

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 Night of Fright And Fantasy

There was a moon that night We wanted to walk under its light. See the glimmer as the ripples over the sea distorted it, like a photo edited. But we were not alone in this desire.

For the dead were settling in under their mud roof and something was shuffling overhead. Chains, it sounded like chains dragged across muffling grassland.

Near Halloween, the mind works in overtime fantasizing: Headless horsemen, witches, grinning pumpkins. All this and more, that had been stored on the subconsious plane.  Regurgitating fantasy and fury, horror and mayhem. So much can a mind encounter.

© gillena cox 2026

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 Prosery: Something shuffling overhead 

Challenge: To include the line,“the dead were settling in under their mud roof and something was shuffling overhead” by Alice Oswald in Bones

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[René Magritte’s famous painting, Son of Man.courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]

An apple a day 

To stave off the medics

Just place it in front your face

Leave it there the entire day

When night enters the arena

Remove the mask

The apple that was used

To hide behind

Now face the moon and stars

© gillena cox 2026

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 Open Link Night # 417 

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[tree by Azul courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub]

Bold Tree

There was a tree bold

Night silhouettes to hold

It often wondered

When the sun was lowered

Why was every one so cold

© gillena cox 2026

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 Introducing an Eight-Year-Old Artist! 

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A Pocket A Pocket

 Handkerchief from his pocket

The magician's deft hands 

A rose blossomed

Red so red 

Nose on the clown's face

The sweet breath of a garden

 Morning is here

Air pocket in the cloud

A loud aeroplane jets through

Mending fences skyward

Where distance diminishes

© gillena cox 2026

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 Quadrille #257: A Pocket in Your Poems 

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[card from Pinterest]

That's It For Today

 Fourth quarter

Changed climate days still hot

One hundred days of

Christmas music happening

A legend dissapates

His legacy of music to all claim

In twos and threes they fly by

Early morning birds with song

To be or not so at all

Poetry the food of the soul

© gillena cox 2026

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Poetry Form: Breaking up the Couple(t)

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ENJOY THE MUSIC OF

The Late "Mighty Sparrow" 

(9 Jul 1935 - 27th September 2026)

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[John Atkinson Grimshaw, Silvery Moonlight (1836-1893) public domain, courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]

One Only

Skeletal trees in the dead of night,

Spread beneath a sky in silent awe,

Framing a moon serving her light,

For all to spectacle when outside,

But only one in the dead of night,

Wished  to saunter there outdoors,

For this particular moonlit sight,

Maybe not yet the deep autumn,

This moon though shining bright 

Has had various stories all to tell 

Of one out there in the dead of night.

© gillena cox 2026

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 Poetics – Through the eyes of John Atkinson Grimshaw 

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