Halloween Sympathy

Halloween Sympathy

by Michelle Culp, ndpthepoetress of Humanities IDEAS

Welcome; one and all, to this one precious life given for free to thee

Step on up, don't be shy; oh there's so many questions of why

But don't you worry your pretty little head, we'll all some day be dead

So why not enjoy the ride, at least you can say you tried!

Give it your best, for perhaps it's all but a test

Oh but beware the pitfalls along life's way; they say these are full of ups and downs, smiles and frowns

The horrors we've seen of our fellow kind, fall and hit the wall; unable to get over the humps or around the bumps

So if you can, lend a helping hand, that would be grand

Let us all Step Right Up; welcome each other to the Greatest Show On Earth, where one-way tickets are given at birth.

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Psyche of a Murderer

ndpthepoetress: "The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe is about an evil eye, dismemberment, and the repercussions of guilt. What more could a reader ask for! A seemingly short tale with enthralling details, but with an abrupt ending. Still in-between the lines one can perhaps visualize how some people fixate on a person’s flaws instead of their overall significance as a human being. And so the story begins, such imperfection gradually converts into an obsession. The male perpetrator could have only taken that which disturbed him the most. His method of choice however contemplated primarily on the breath of life, possibly giving the readers a clue to the frame of this killer’s own psyche at the time. Hence; the subsequent anatomization, may have been more of a means to prove his own self bloody-right than the ascribed reason. However; he was about to learn that all human life does have value. For guilt has a way of eating into the brain. There truth echoes, beckoning to be heard. Such resonance then can impel a sane man mad while plummeting a supposedly mad man even further into the depths of insanity. And so it is with The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe":

Blood Curdling Recipe

The Witches from Macbeth by William Shakespeare; Read by Classic Poetry Aloud


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Act 1, Scene 1

SCENE I. A desert place.
Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches

First Witch
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Second Witch
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

Third Witch
That will be ere the set of sun.

First Witch
Where the place?

Second Witch
Upon the heath.

Third Witch
There to meet with Macbeth.

First Witch
I come, Graymalkin!

Second Witch
Paddock calls.

Third Witch
Anon.

ALL
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.


Act IV, Scene 1 (other versions Act 3 Scene 5)
SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches

First Witch
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

Second Witch
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Third Witch
Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.

First Witch
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Third Witch
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.

ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.


originally posted Oct. 31, 2007

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Haunting Denial

Ostrichism

There was a wicked old ostrich who lived in a river boat, down on the Nile
And every day this evil old ostrich would eat from the river of Nile
Drink from the River of Nile.

Then when morning came the wicked old ostrich would squint its eyes at the shining sun
Singing I don’t see anything; I don’t know nothing, I don’t remember this, and I don’t remember that
And off the evil old ostrich would run to bury its head in the river banks down on the Nile
Til one day that wicked old ostrich never did come up for air and died right there in the river of deNile.

But I hear it said; by those who still eat from the river of Nile, drink from the river of Nile
That as they squint their eyes to the dawning light
They sing we didn’t see anything, we don’t know nothing, we can’t remember this, and we surely don’t remember that
Down here on the river of deNile.

Written by -ndpthepoetress (-Jeane M. Culp) Library of Congress #0394170660


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Persefone - Haunting of Human's Denial
I'm at your back
Holding the weight of your blame
Leading your life in silence
Killing the light
That soothes the pain in your conscience
Your guilt lies inside of me!
I am the wisdom, you, wise.
Dark silhouette of you
I'm your fears
Your lies, your state of mind, decline!
Where is your calm now at night?
You thought you were prepared to fight against life.
But you just throw your chained words with pain.
The time that watches you, it's the one that makes you die!
Signs of depression
Your angel becomes fake
Hidden eyes, drowning tears
Time will fall on you
Signs of repression
I'll hurt you where ever you go
Rotten course, I'm your damnation
Lust! Your threats!
Every night by the moonlight
Your face appears to me as a prayer
My sins lie all on you
I wonder if there's a place for me
When I'm watching you
You become a mirror of pain.
There should be a place for me
And I wonder how can I get in?
Till the end of time
I'll follow your trace
You will follow my guidance
I am you, and you are me,
Stuck into eternity until light collapses into night

All Hallows' Eve

Tis to be the Eve of Halloween! The Witches are already brewing their cider in black cast iron vats, made from the cavity fillers of the dead. Oh so many rotten teeth of those who once enjoyed many a Halloween treat. So go on, drink, drink! The cider is good, uh? Such is made from the finest red apples, grown in Salem and fertilized from the ashes of our wrongly burnt Conventionists. Phew you say, the reminiscent of burning Withes never existed. Bite you tongue and eat your words, for here are some court documents on the very trials of my Witch ancestors. Here, drink some cider to wash the blood from your very own bitten tongue. Oh yes, and it is the worms that give each cup that tingly tang! So til Midnight, I bid you all a Happy Halloween! Bytheway, the bats have now abstained for days, as they hang anxiously about waiting to feast upon the bare necks of the living, on this eerie night.