harriet - SE Members Blog post - syndication express2024-03-28T11:04:28Zhttps://syndicationexpress.ning.com/profiles/blogs/feed/tag/harrietHalloween - Fright Nighthttps://syndicationexpress.ning.com/profiles/blogs/halloween-fright-night2014-10-25T03:32:29.000Z2014-10-25T03:32:29.000ZTerri Pattiohttps://syndicationexpress.ning.com/members/TerriPattio<div><p>About a month ago while chatting with a long time friend, during our conversation I learned they had started writing poems. I said "That's awesome."</p>
<p>They asked me if I wanted to hear what they had written. I said "Sure."</p>
<p>After listening to their poem, I said to them "I didn't know you liked to write. Your poem is really good"</p>
<p>They said "I couldn't write much because I never had time because I was working so much."</p>
<p>I told her about my Syndication Express site and she should consider writing a book with her poems.</p>
<p>Here I am today to introduce <strong>Harriet Kenny</strong> a soon to be famous author one day.</p>
<p>I am going to share her poem called Halloween - Fright Night.</p>
<p>It's goes like this:</p>
<p>On Halloween shared lights on the scene</p>
<p>One cold dark creepy thing</p>
<p>Look like everybody was out of sight</p>
<p>But heard howling like a wolf scratching at the door</p>
<p>The pit of my belly I was scared to the core</p>
<p>I felt like it's a thriller</p>
<p>Just so you know Halloween is a chiller</p>
<p>And so many people in this world is a killer</p>
<p>and standing in the wind is a stealer</p>
<p>Stepping out this night the clock striking twelve</p>
<p>All the candy in the stores flipping off the shelves</p>
<p>Ghouls and ghosts running around like elves</p>
<p>Little do anybody know it's not themselves</p>
<p>Running in the streets going from door to door</p>
<p>The smell of wreaking bloody gore</p>
<p>The kids in the street screaming trick or treats</p>
<p>Little do they know the graves of the dead are under their feet</p>
<p>As the nights gets darker the wind blows cold</p>
<p>The whisper of the ghost stories still being told</p>
<p>The squeaking of the doors</p>
<p>The creaking of the floors</p>
<p>The scares of the screams in the night</p>
<p>No one's around they're all out of sight</p>
<p>Darkness over the deep</p>
<p>As the dead still creep</p>
<p>The headless horseman trolling the grave</p>
<p>and you can still hear the moans and groans of the slaves</p>
<p>As they watch in terror the last strike of the night</p>
<p>The last sound of the doorbell</p>
<p>Ding, dong! Ding, dong!</p>
<p>This is the straight way gate to hell</p>
<p>Hahahahahahahahah</p>
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