All About Halloween

These are all old poems. I wrote them when I was a sinner.






A perfect Halloween 
Scary movies 
Pocorn favorites 
Candy apples 
Carnivals 
Haunted houses 
And looking glasses 
Come join the fun 
Spooky music 
Good jokes and laughter 
Family and friends 
All joining in 
On what fall 
Has to offer 


Research, research 
The origin of Halloween 
Fun friends and laughter 
is not what it is 
The true reason for Halloween 
Is mean. 
Today we celebrate in fun 
but yesterday 
back in the old day 
they worshiped 
and tried to keep 
evil away


When I was young 
I didn't like to trick, 
Or treat 
I Just wanted to see 
costumes parties 
and fun 
nothing boring 
and hum drum 


But mom the kiddies 
only trick or treat 
go on child 
soon you will be to old 
to go knocking 
door to door 
Then you will 
be begging for more 
no I want 
you'll see. 

The only place 
now I want to treat 
is to my aunties house 
she has home made stuff to eat. 






On Halloween 
watching scary movies 
was a real treat 
then my mom got sick 
she died the next day 
Nov 1st 
so Halloween isn't as fun 
as it used to be. 
But don't worry after Nov 1st 
I will be smiles once more 
It happens every year now 
This year I will fight it 
With the help of the Lord. 


As long as it makes them happy 
it's fine with me 
your only young once 
so let them be 

I like the carnival 
and fall festival fun 
changing leaves 
and those straw standing things 
out in the front lawn 


ALL BY:  Bernice Bowling

Crazy

This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.




THIS POEM IS ABOUT A GUY I MET AND IT'S A LONG STORY. IF YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE JUST ASK ME IF YOU ARE A FRIEND OF MINE, AND i HAVE YOU ON FACEBOOK.




Lies, lies and more lies 
There all around me 
I get sick of lies 
It's foolish pride 
but hey 
It's just a game you see 
Like many more 
The selfish are poor 
Running in a daze 
I won some ribbons today 
How I was pleased. 
It tickled me 

I feel green 
There's many more you see 
and tomorrows another day 
Saw some old friends 
and some new 
Everyone thinks I am a fool 
LOL ,but I know 
I always know. 
Why do I let this go on 
To see where it goes 
curiosity killed the cat. 
I always was to curious for my own good. 

Stand up in the crowd 
listen to the roaring laughter 
stand up and take a bow 
meet the greatest actor 
you ever saw. 
I smile and laugh 
and you stumble and fall, lol. 


BY : Bernice Bowling

Lived To See

This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.


Worlds of love once 
Caressed your skin 
Cherished your words 
Each and every one 
Clung to every touch of your finger 
Embraced every tone in your voice 
Both good and bad 
In hopes that it would last and last and last 

But the energizer bunny done went bad 
Now she's mad. It's get out of town time fast 
At least for him 
She's dressed in black and looking reputable, searching 
How much money do you want to bet that she finds it, lol. 

Bored with the game he played. 
Leaving him behind 
Tear stained eyes 
She moves on 
Do dumb to know what he had lost 
She laughs cause she knows. 
She knows too well 
And some day he will too. 

Years later: 
Don't you cry, said a friend. 
You dry your eyes 
Maybe energizer can make another bunny 
I doubt it, she's one of a kind. 
There can be no other 
Now he's got her 
It's plain to see she is like something I have never seen 
Wild and Free 
To bad I stayed drunk, and missed it. 


BY : Bernice Bowling

My Life Now

This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.


Happiness flows freely 
In a river that's not run dry. 
Smiling embraces my face and hair 
Things are different 
Time has passed 
I've moved on 
And I'm glad 
I wanted more 
Something that wasn't for me 
But thank God some one up above knew more then me. 

My life is free now 
I can dance and sing 
Allowing peace to come in and cleanse me 
Laughter reigns when I think of my future 
It holds such fun things 
I can't wait to meet. 
I'm happy for what's coming now 
I have nothing to dread 
I've put it all in God's hands 
Cause he does know best. 


BY : Bernice Bowling

Don't Just Sit There And Cry

This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.


What's there to be happy about? 
One person said. 
Happiness is a state of mind. 
It's a choice you see 
It's up to you 
Choose and you will see. 

Your child, is a reason to be happy 
Endless possibilities hidden in each day 
Find them and experience all the joys meant to be 
Smile today is anew day 
Forget about the sorrows life brings 
Loved one's passed were a joy to have. 
What if you never had them? 
Be glad you see for what you had and have 

Dance, sing, make your own music. 
Enjoy who you are. 
Forget about everyone else 
Forget about all the lies 
Do they even matter? 
Tell them all to kiss your Hooray 
Don't let people upset you. 

Dress up, do your thing 
Dance and sing 
Enjoy life 
Take pictures 
Let everyone see 
The smile on your face 
The one hidden inside 
Waiting for you to decide 
Your life is worth living. 


BY : Bernice Bowling

Get On With Your Life

This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.


I sit here in tears as I realize the damage that has been done 
the pain, the suffering and whatever else you want to pile on 
but I don't want to remember this you see 
I want to go on with my life and be happy and free 

I want to forget about him and what all he did to me 
It's in the past and let that past be 
I don't want to go back there 
I'm moving on 
I'm not staying stuck in the mud 
With more pain suffering and abuse 

I went through hel,l 
and If it was left up to him I would still be 
enjoying whatever he decided to put me through. 
A dagger in the heart ! 
I'm tired, I want to live 
I don't want to go through anymore pain 
Just let me be 

Can I have a life without pain? 
Can I please? Haven't I had enough? 
I am so Tired of this. 
It's time to stop. 
That dagger is being pulled out of my heart 
I am thrusting it back into yours 
That's where it belongs. 

You lived to hurt and cause suffering to others 
Just because you hurt 
Well no more. 
I am not playing your game 
I'm out of here. 
I've got some living to do. 


BY : Bernice Bowling

Just Venting

This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.


Happy wear's a frown 
turned upside down 
wish that it could be real 

trying to hide what I am feeling inside 
sorrow beckons me 
loosing my strength 
I lie breathless 
sun dried on the beach 
Like a sun dried tomato 
Glad I don't look sundried 
like a raisin or a tomato 

I'll play the glad game 
like on Pollyanna 
Well that didn't last very long 
what could I be glad about? 

Glad my horses are all gone 
Even though I never had any 
Well that about does it again 
for the glad game 

Glad I can wear a wig and go be somebody else for a change 
Glad I can burp 
What else remains 
Glad I can fart a big old man fart 
like that one day 
that was awesome 
My friend and I talked about that one for days 

Man farts are fun 
Most of my farts are wimpy 
except for that one 
How do I make all my farts a man fart. 

I am just thinking 
We need to get ribbons 
for our farts 
I was so proud of that fart 
too bad no one herd it but me 

It felt like I was digging up a tree 
and not even on bended knee 
I am a giant look at me 
back to the glad game 
man where does my thoughts take me 
I am glad I'm not a man 
There not as perceptive as I am 

glad I'm....? well I gotta go 
This glad thing and this poem is getting old 
I'm not even sure 
If I want it told. 
It all sounds crazy to me 
but hey when your venting 
you never know. 


BY : Bernice Bowling

The Green Ribbon

This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.


Clipping a ribbon, I suppose 
I had sewn 
one stitch at a time 
Pretty shiny and green 
Sewn into the wrong thing 
The whole ribbon has to be destroyed 
Completely demolished 
But it's ok 
Cause I have more. 


Feeling great fear 
When anyone comes near 
Friend or flirt 
It doesn't matter, I am still alert 
Don't wanna be hurt 
Go away from me 
Run, go on git !!!! 
I will throw a rock at you 
What do you want from me? 

No one I trust 
Not around here 
There out to get you 
They have proven it 
Year after year 
I don't want to go back there 
To much pain for remembrance 
Why can't they leave me alone? 
Why bother me? 
Why can't they stand it that I am happy and alone? 

Lies upon lies you told about me 
Stabbed me in the back 
Left me to bleed, and yes I said bleed. 
Why can't you be happy for me and let me be 
Why try to stir up trouble? 
Why do you feel the need? 
Why try and make me jealous? 
It want work. 
You did it once already. 
You broke up a friend ship 
How did that feel? 
Did it make you feel big and manly 
Two women fighting over you? 
Well not me I am through. 


I don't want you. 
I don't want anyone 
I am afraid too 
All there going to do 
Is stab you when they're through 
Friend or lover 
I'll never be close to another 
It will take someone special 
To handle scars that still remain 
Your a bad person 
How could you not be? 
Look at the things you have done to me? 
I was wrong about you? 
I thought deep down inside you were human 
So I cried, every night in pain 
cause I thought you were a man 
But you were just a metal can. 
Even though you are metal, 
I still don't want to kick the can. 
I am glad you don't have feelings 
Did, you ever have a heart? 
Well don't take it out on me, cause you been hurt. 
It's nothing I deserved. 
Don't you know, don't bite the hand that feeds you 
Enjoy yours lies 
Enjoys your cry's 
And there will be cry's 
Enjoy the coldness 
When winter wind starts to set in and you feel it blowing 
Don't be afraid when all you find is Ice 
Rain gets that way when she turns cold. 
It takes a special kind of fire to melt it 
You don't possess it. 

BY : Bernice Bowling

The Night

This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.


Loving night's air 
Dancing under neath a full moon 
Feels like lighting and thunder 
As I ride the winds of time 
Laughter gone mad 
Feeling giddy inside 
Can help but smile 
Living the single life. 
I love it here 
I am free 
I spread my wings and I fly 
Nothing to bind me 
Everything is free 
On the wings of night air 
Feel the coolness 
Electricity kisses me 
Seducing me further into the night 
I let go 
Rain drops hit my skin 
Making me wet all over 
I make love to the night 
Feeling the excitement against my skin 
Caressing me with it's sweet embrace 
Naked and wild passions unleashed 
Uninhibited sexual embraces letting go 
Never have I felt such love and freedom in ones touch 
Forever my lover 
Forever my friend 
Live into becoming one with the night air 


BY : Bernice Bowling

Where's My Mousai ?

 This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.


I speak...... 
No voice, no motivation 
I Lost my muse 
Life seems no more 
God help me. 
I want him back. 
Even when I had him 
It meant constant sorrow. 

Perdition is seeable 
Now standing in shadows of the sun 
In oblivion 
Face down 
Waiting, wanting to die 

Please take my life 
Give me something new 
Excitement, travel 
Joy, someone to love 
who will love me too. 


BY : Bernice Bowling

It's Just Me

This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.


Death shadows over many. 
Wishing you were here 
Candy cane kisses to comfort me 
Oh what a thrill. 

My shadows embrace darkens 
My mind. 
He comforts me 
Helps me to unwind 
He was a friend in college and through out time 

My forever man 
Secret lover 
My constant companion 
Dangerous tides 
Rolling in 
Storms coming 
He too is my friend 
I love storm 

He rains upon me 
Blackens my face with his water 
Cooling my hot embrace 
Hidden treasure of darkness 
Still left unleashed 
HA HA wait until they get a glimpse 
The real me 
The dark one 
The other me. 

Waiting patiently 
Trying not to release but to heal 
They don't care 
Stop and stare 
Don't make peace 
Make war with me 
See what you will get 
You might regret 
I'm not a soft bunny rabbit 
For you to pet. 


BY : Bernice Bowling

The Vampire

This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.

I am the dark winged one that walks your dreams 
I am not what I seem 
There is a darkness with in me 
I come undone in the realms 
I 'll take you for a ride, and climb on the inside of you to hide. 
I unclean you up, and take away your guts. 
I feed on the blood of life 
devouring until you are left a shadowless mass. 

I will rip you apart, take out your heart 
Making sure no crumbs left to sniff 
I'll take you for granted 

Secret dwelling drinkers drink you up 
As I am their high caller. 
I call to them. Their my understudy 
I ravenously leave my mark 
scratches down your back 
Left panting and drained ,energy gone. 
I leave for a night 
My demons delight 
In my pleasure, I recite the customs handed down for ages 

I laugh at the night stalker 
He is mine to do with as will 
I smirk at the one who seeks his thrill 
for within him I will kill the beast 
No one left will run 
for the demon clutches the feet 
It's over the game has been one! 
Victory belongs to The Shadow 
The Shadow is my friend.  


BY : Bernice Bowling

What Is In Love, And What Is Love ?

This is an old poem. I wrote it when I was a sinner.


Love is in, the tears, I shed for you. 
Love is in, my heart, I gave to you. 
Love is in, when I see your face and my heart breaks. 
Love is in, my soul crying out for you, but only from a distance. 
Love is in, remembering the times we shared. 
Love is in, staying away so that hearts can heal. 
Love is in, the pain and knowing it is real. 


By: By Novemberrain333 

Love is supposed to be forever, but is it ever? 
Love is supposed to be unconditional, but is it? 
love is supposed to be honest has it been? 
Love is supposed to be faithful. Were you? 
Love is supposed to be sincere. Are you? 
Love is all of these. Now what are you? 


BY: Bernice Bowling

Unchanged

This is an old poem. I wrote it when I was a sinner.




He spoke to me, 
After ignoring me, 
When he found another. 
Married was she. 
He didn't care. 

I was nothing, 
Suddenly I'm something. 
I bet he tells her the same. 
Whose to blame? 
I hate them both! 

His drivers licence now gone, 
Suddenly I'm here again. 
I must have disappeared! 
I mean how could I not have? 
He didn't see me? 

Now he does! 
I'm visible once more! 
Wow what a change! 
Oh poor you, 
Do you need me? 

I'm sorry. 
Well at least you have her. 
What's that, you need me too? 
Well isn't that convenient! 
Oh what to do? 


I'm so sick, 
I'm blue, 
From being used, 
And most of all, 
I'm tired of you. 

I still love you though. 
I still care, 
And I want to be there. 
I have to guard my heart, 
Even when we are apart. 

I don't want to hurt you. 
Even though you hurt me. 
I still have to be steal. 
I have to be real. 
I can't let myself feel. 

I may try to help you. 
Will it hurt? 
Can I be more then dirt? 
I don't want to be with you, 
not anymore, it's untrue. 

You want change! 
Why you can't even be my friend, 
Unless you get something in the end. 
What will I do? 
I am not a fool !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

By Bernice Bowling

The Wall

This is an old poem. I wrote it when I was a sinner.




Anger boiling inside from where it comes, 
I can't decide. 
Hurt, mad, 
I lie naked, trying to hide. 

Running here and there in the middle of no where. 
Isolated from anyone drawing nigh, 
Still hurt, refusing to cry a tear. 

Hardening my heart, 
Allowing no hurt or pain to be here again, 
Like a snake I strike sensing danger will appear. 

Desert winds blow cool at night 
Shadows surround me in my fight. 
Struggling to survive 
Trying to breathe 

Someone revive me 
My heart starts to beat. 
Cold winds, please surround me 
Protect me, help me not to fear 

Someone's else is coming. 
Shadows come here, 
Listen sounds of foot steps 
Watch out, he might be near. 


BY : Bernice Bowling