All Hallows Eve, when all creatures abound
as witches, vampires and other costumes
trick or treating or lighting bonfires
carving pumpkins into jack o lanterns
apple bobbing and divination games
children go from house to house with their bags
sweets given by the crowd are bags and bags
witches with their cauldrons always abound
people play on each others tricks and games
Mum made them or from old siblings these costumes
paraded on the streets at night are lanterns
old furniture, papers and wood for bonfires
hotdogs and hamburgers eaten at bonfires
they’re filling up through the night their sweets bags
dimmed then gone out are flashlights and lanterns
rumours of further doom abound
some authentic, some fakes, these costumes
zombies roam in doom and gloom games
hide and seek or of no return games
burning leaves and woods bonfires
as celebrants revel and dance with costumes
dark bags under eyes or energy bags
detritus after the festivities abound
paper with candles ready-made lanterns
of sparkling swans, stars and angels lanterns
raising to another level some games
that garden with stone carvings abound
prepare for Guy Fawkes night early bonfires
children ask for the Guy with their pennies bags
with iconographic patterns some costumes
sceneries for plays and masks costumes
tapered served as thermal chimneys lanterns
fish and chips with salt and vinegar in bags
played through the night when evil comes games
being lit for the celebration are bonfires
in the risqué humour of Hitchcock abound
all costumes were part of the games
some lanterns lit for bonfires
bags and bags of energy abound
My feet brought me to this dirt
Don’t know why it gives me comfort
A creek where no one swims
Is this society’s urban paradigm?
No children playing
Nor dogs barking
Even birds have departed
All we see is flood and mud
People left their detritus
After eating chips with fish
Milk cartons and bricks
Just to get their kicks
Sometimes even shopping carts
Development thwarted
Left my car, diary not so full
When my mind so roomful
Time to think, to reflect
Perhaps there’s a new prospect
On love, work and other themes
While I’m walking by the stream
