This one has so much imagery I had trouble deciding on a picture!
Hallow Weeny(s)
Bats from the belfry
Swinging from the eaves
Overlooks skullduggery
And spiders in the leaves
Exposed skulls…very scary
And goblins giving fright
Gathering darkness very eerie
Enveloping this sordid sight
Moonlight bright and silvery
Cleaves the blackening night
Forcing a change of scenery
And flushing out the fright
The black witch of sorcery
Mounting her speedy broom
Knows that the weeny(s)
Will soon depart the gloom
–H. Weeny, H.W.C.,B.S.A
The pendulum sways, counting down the hours to the end…of the contest.
Don’t play dead, rise up to our invitation–we dare you to enter! Winner takes the jewels. You have until midnight Saturday. 
A Ponderance of Things 
October 29, 2011 at 8:22 am
If you’re faint of heart, then I ask you not to read
As I vividly describe the horrors done to me
In retrospect I offer this brief soliloquy
In hopes that justice might make these hoodlums pay
On a cool brisk autumn morning with dew upon the ground
I sat alone meditating, the sun above me shining down
Off I heard a turtle dove cooing softly on the breeze
Not noticing the scoundrels stealthily sneaking behind me
They took me to a house of which I’d never seen before
And carried me around the back and through the kitchen door
They placed me on a table with newspapers all around
And shoved a knife inside me, there was no hope to be found
They shoved a spoon inside me and scrapped away the guts within
Then with an evil gleam they started cutting me again
As they continued, the horror suffered is painful to describe
The morbidity of this may make one feel queasy deep inside
They cut away my nose and left a morbid frightful mess
And as to what they started next was maniacal at best
The shoved the knife into my face and cut away the rest
They carved a gruesome smile while laughing and making jest
They set my hollowed carcass on the porch that night you see
And to add humility to it they placed a candle inside of me
They left me out there all night long in the damp and cold night air
Like a trophy from a conquest they left me sitting there
But these charlatans were not finished; no they weren’t done with me
The worst was yet to come when finally morning came to be
They carried me inside and on the kitchen table once again
Then like before, they took a knife and to my back they shoved it in
These Cretans took the pieces to an oven and put me in
Cooking down my body into a mush to use again
This travesty continued as they made some pies from me
And served me as desert for all their friends to see
There’s no evidence to offer, not a crumb of pie crust left
My seeds were washed and toasted and shared amongst their guest
From the field they took me, they’re plowed and seeded once again
And the remnants of my existence are but a memory now my friend
Jack O’Lanturn Postscript©
SA Lawrence
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October 29, 2011 at 12:13 pm
Hello Stuart,
I love this! It is reminiscent of the old John Barleycorn…
I’m not sure if you meant to submit this to the contest or if you were just sharing. Since it is arrived via comments I just had to share with everyone. If you intended to enter the contest I’m afraid your poem is longer than the rules allow, I do apologize for that….
For readers who are on Twitter- Follow Stuart @Must65gt to read more of his work.
October 29, 2011 at 12:27 pm
thanks very much…I couldn;t find the rules of submission, but I do have a shortened version. I looked for more information but this computer stuff can be a bit challenging. I am glad you found it entertaining
October 29, 2011 at 12:41 pm
Yes, it is a bit tedious to keep scrolling down after these posts.
Here’s the short version: Up to 100 words of family friendly poetry with an autumn theme of your choice. Number of entries unlimited. The prize is a pair of earrings–sorry about that but that’s what it is. LOL Winner will be announced on Nov. 1st.
Original rules (long version) posted on Oct. 15th. https://rcponders.wordpress.com/2011/10/15/ponder-autumn-poetry-contest-giveaway/
So…still time to send more!
October 30, 2011 at 7:27 am
Thanks for joining and posting “Weenie”. Very entertaining!
Stuart, that is a very unique view of the annual ‘murder’ festival so prevalent in society. How can we condone such heinous activities? 😉
October 31, 2011 at 2:47 am
lol….thanks John, I just found this site and thought i might share some thing of my writing dribbles. It is amazing that in this civilized society atrocities like this are continuing at this time of year on a regular basis. But I must admit to delving into the sacrificial pie with perhaps some vanilla ice cream and maybe a fresh cup of coffee. OH! does this mean I am supporting such “Heinous activities”? I think it’s time I re-evaluate my position…(I think there might be a pumpkin path close by……perhaps if I hurry…..)