All Hallows

As this year's Halloween is drawing closer, I decided to write a small poem in honour of the supernatural beasties that fill our collective imagination around this time...

Halloween is the time of year
When spooky things come round
But calm down and quell your fear
Some weaknesses abound

The perils of lycanthropy
Like howling, teeth and fur
Can be immensely hard, you see
Especially near silver

Vampirism is much the same
A perilous state of blight
But beware, you sons of Cain
Exposure to sunlight

Zombies also have their issues
Like maggots or gangrene
And rotting of their fleshy tissue
Causes stenches too obscene

Mummies, too, are not immune
Despite their immortal state
Bandages and dusty tombs
Don't help their rotting fate

Witches choose to curse with spells
But don't escape scott-free
Cooked in ovens or drowned in wells
Soon ends a witching spree

Giant trolls with yellow jaws
That gnaw and crunch on bone
Are scary, and with good cause
But sunlight makes them stone

Goblins, gremlins and other imps
Are vicious but small and weak
Break their limbs and make them limp
Home to their cavernous peak

So have no fear, enjoy this feast
And pay these things no mind
For the most terrible, frightening beast
Is most certainly humankind

Existentialism and Acrostics

I've been mucking around with acrostics lately. And also reading Camus. So, perhaps unfortunately, this has resulted in a few existential acrostic poems. Here is one of them; it needs work, I know.

Existence: an Acrostic

Elaborate thoughts of life and existence -
Xeroxed repetition of thoughts of love and sex
Imply a plan that may not exist, and I
Seem to spend too much time on these subjects
Though perhaps its not necessary to discredit
Entire philosophical tenets, to see
Nothing is planned, just chaos to begin,
Chaotic accidents, making nothing stoic.
Except it works. Perhaps thats all it means to "be"