It's Halloween and just a poem that I spent much time on a few years back. My hope is to lighten things up here, as I've been feeling pretty gloomy these past few days and even angry at times during the past six years.
I want to thank markos and the members here who have made the political spectrum bearable to me. I came here during Ned Lamont's tenuous campaign against LIEberman, when too many people said we didn't have a chance in the primary. We won, and though we lost in the general, the world was watching little old Connecticut (A great New England place for Halloween btw).
So without further ado, here is my dedication to all of you kossacks who love history, great heroes, and a few villains-- this Halloween, party-poem has a lot (constructive criticism will be appreciated). Peace, best Wishes, and Happy Halloween.
All Hallows Eve
There came this spin on All Hallows Eve,
Told by Arachne with her famous weave.
Sitting in the corner with drink in hand,
She pointed and saw through a "blind" man.
Leaning on a cane, attired as a priest,
He spoke of revelation and the foretold beast.
Out yelled Lucifer with a childish grin,
"Let's all go back to original sin."
"Hottie as fire," Eve went running by,
Trailing smoke and that Adam guy.
Followed by loin cloth women and screaming men,
With skin of all colors that have ever been.
In the dark stood Zeus, Allah, Muhammad, and Christ,
Debating plans as a posse after a heist.
Sapho and Plato watched Hercules,
Out-wrestled by a Goddess, on his knees.
Socrates and Homer declined to be sages,
Warning all of the future dark ages.
Arthur, Merlin, and Lancelot,
Guenevere they hugged and danced a lot.
Chaucer brought Canterbury tales,
Wife of Bath, and her bawdy wails.
Magellan and Columbus came sailing in,
Offering spices, maps, and Yellow Fin.
Da Vinci, Mozart, and Van Gogh,
Did face paintings with Michaengelo.
Shakespeare had a captive, cultish crowd,
With Falstaff and Hal joking, drunk and loud.
Milton and Johnson argued Paradise Lost,
While Newton, with an apple, bobbed and tossed.
Shelley, Keats, Byron, and Blake too,
Discussed a cookbook, and a romantic stew.
Emily from Amherst smiled in rocking chair,
Knitting together poems with utmost care.
Whitman spoke of grass, leaves and everyone,
While Frost echoed fire, ice and the sun.
Einstein said, "We're all bastards now!"
And there walked in a nuclear cow,
Looking for bull in a red china shop
An ass named Hoover bet it would drop.
Fate kicked him out not a second too soon,
While a man named King dreamed up a tune.
The Kennedys and Malcolm hoped him along,
After their murders, Lennon sang us a song.
As if summoned, this party just had to dance,
To, "All we are saying is give peace a chance!"
Giving some hope to the Bible and that of Koran,
Without each other we people can not live on.
Suddenly this party came to a close,
And all went home wearing someone else's clothes.