Blog 6: Essay 2

This is Halloween

Boys and girls of every age

wouldn't you like to see something strange

Come with us and you will see,

this our town of Halloween

This is Halloween, this is Halloween,

pumpkins scream in the dead of night

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene,

trick or treat till the neighbours come and die of fright

It's our town, everybody scream,

in this town of Halloween

I am the one hiding under your bed,

teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red

I am the one hiding under your stairs,

fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair

This is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

In this town we call home,

everyone hail to the pumpkin song

In this town, don't we love it now,

everybody's waiting for the next surprise

Round that corner, then,

hiding in the trash cans,

something's waiting now to pounce and how you'll..

Scream, this is Halloween,

red and black and slimy green,

Aren't you scared?

Well, that's just fine,

say it once, say it twice,

take a chance and roll the dice,

ride with the moon in the dead of night

Everybody scream, everybody scream,

in our town or Halloween

I am the clown with the tear-away face,

here in a flash and gone without a trace

I am the who when you call "Who's there?",

I am the wind blowing through your hair

I am the shadow on the moon at night,

filling your dreams to the brim with fright

This is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Tender lumplings everywhere,

life's no fun without a good scare,

that's our job but we're not mean

in our town of Halloween

In this town, don't we love it now,

everyone's waiting for the next surprise

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back

and scream like a banshee,

make you jump out of your skin!

This is Halloween, everybody scream,

won't you please make way for a very special guy

Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch,

everyone hail to the pumpkin king

Now, this is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

In this town we call home everyone hail to the pumpkin song

La la la la la, etc, etc…

Danny Elfman was born in Los Angeles, California in 1853 on the 29 of May. He is a well know composer for films and television shows. He grew up in Baldwins Hills, California. He drop out of high school and went to France with his brother. There he performed with a La Grand Magic Circus. He composed his first song in the debut of his brothers featured film Forbidden zone.

This poem “This Is Halloween” Is composed of three stanzas.The rhyme scheme is diferrent in each stanza. In stanza one the rhyme scheme is AABBBCBCBBDDEEB. In stanza two its ABCDEFGHHIJKLHHMMINLLH. In stanza three its AABBCDEFGBDFHBI. This poem is made up of 54 lines.

The poem “This Is Halloween” describes halloween. In the beginning of the poem (line 1) it calls out to all boys and girls.The poem is not much of story telling poem it just somewhat describes what goes on in halloween town. The poem talks about how they trick or treat till their neighbors die (line 8).

The most predominant symbols in this poem seem to be: (1)Red, Green, Black; (2) dead,die; (3) Hiding, scream; (4) Halloween; and (5) night. First lets start with the title " This is Halloween" from the title alone you can tell its going to be an eerie poem. Halloween in it self is a frightful holiday people dress up as dead people as killers and so on. " Black" is used in line 24, according to the Dictionary Of symbols black stands for evil.

I love the Nightmare Before chirstmas here is the orignal poem

Nightmare Before Christmas original poem

It was late one fall in Halloweenland,
and the air had quite a chill.
Against the moon a skeleton sat,
alone upon a hill.
He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie;
Jack Skellington was his name.
He was tired and bored in Halloweenland

"I'm sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright.
I'm tired of being something that goes bump in the night.
I'm bored with leering my horrible glances,
And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances.
I don't like graveyards, and I need something new.
There must be more to life than just yelling,
'Boo!'"

Then out from a grave, with a curl and a twist,
Came a whimpering, whining, spectral mist.
It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark,
And a jack-o'-lantern nose that glowed in the dark.
It was Jack's dog, Zero, the best friend he had,
But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad.

All that night and through the next day,
Jack wandered and walked.
He was filled with dismay.
Then deep in the forest, just before night,
Jack came upon an amazing sight.
Not twenty feet from the spot where he stood
Were three massive doorways carved in wood.
He stood before them, completely in awe,
His gaze transfixed by one special door.
Entranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry,
Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry.

Jack didn't know it, but he'd fallen down
In the middle of a place called Christmas Town!
Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted.
He had finally found the feeling he wanted.
And so that his friends wouldn't think him a liar,
He took the present filled stockings that hung by the fire.
He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves
And a picture of Santa with all of his elves.
He took lights and ornaments and the star from the tree,
And from the Christmas Town sign, he took the big letter C.

He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed.
He even picked up a handful of snow.
He grabbed it all, and without being seen,
He took it all back to Halloween.

Back in Halloween a group of Jack's peers
Stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenires.
For this wondrous vision none were prepared.
Most were excited, though a few were quite scared!

For the next few days, while it lightninged and thundered,
Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered.
"Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer
While we stalk the graveyards, spreading panic and fear?
Well, I could be Santa, and I could spread cheer!
Why does he get to do it year after year?"
Outraged by injustice, Jack thought and he thought.
Then he got an idea. "Yes. . .yes. . .why not!"

In Christmas Town, Santa was making some toys
When through the din he heard a soft noise.
He answered the door, and to his surprise,
He saw weird little creatures in strange disguise.
They were altogether ugly and rather petite.
As they opened their sacks, they yelled, "Trick or treat!"
Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack
And taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack.

In Halloween everyone gathered once more,
For they'd never seen a Santa before
And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man,
Jack related to Santa his masterful plan:
"My dear Mr. Claus, I think it's a crime
That you've got to be Santa all of the time!
But now I will give presents, and I will spread cheer.
We're changing places I'm Santa this year.
It is I who will say Merry Christmas to you!
So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell, 'Boo!'
And please, Mr. Claus, don't think ill of my plan.
For I'll do the best Santa job that I can."

And though Jack and his friends thought they'd do a good job,
Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre.
They were packed up and ready on Christmas Eve day
When Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh,
But on Christmas Eve as they were about to begin,
A Halloween fog slowly rolled in.
Jack said, "We can't leave; this fog's just too thick.
There will be no Christmas, and I can't be St. Nick."
Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog.
What could it be?. . .It was Zero, Jack's dog!

Jack said, "Zero, with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

And to be so needed was Zero's great dream,
So he joyously flew to the head of the team.
And as the skeletal sleigh started its ghostly flight,
Jack cackled, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and all though the house,
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse.
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,
When opened that morning would cause quite a scare!
The children, all nestled so snug in their beds,
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads.
The moon that hung over the new-fallen snow
Cast an eerie pall over the city below,
And Santa Claus's laughter now sounded like groans,
And the jingling bells like chattering bones.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer.
And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick
They knew in a moment, this can't be St. Nick!
From house to house, with a true sense of joy,
Jack happily issued each present and toy.
From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped,
Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt!
Unaware that the world was in panic and fear,
Jack merrily spread his own brand of cheer.

He visited the house of Susie and Dave;
They got a Gumby and Pokey from the grave.
Then on to the home of little Jane Neeman;
She got a baby doll possessed by a demon.
A monstrous train with tentacle tracks,
A ghoulish puppet wielding an ax,
A man eating plant disguised as a wreath,
And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth.

There were screams of terror, but Jack didn't hear it,
He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit!
Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights
And saw the commotion, the noise, and the light.
"Why, they're celebrating, it looks like such fun!
They're thanking me for the good job that I've done."
But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill
Were bullets and missiles intended to kill.
Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire,
Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher.
And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle,
Until they were hit by a well guided missile.
And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight,
Was heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good
night."

Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross,
And from there he reviewed his incredible loss.
"I thought I could be Santa, I had such belief"
Jack was confused and filled with great grief.
Not knowing where to turn, he looked toward the sky,
Then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry.
And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground,
They suddenly heard a familiar sound.

"My dear Jack," said Santa, "I applaud your intent.
I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant.
And so you are sad and feeling quite blue,
But taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do.
I hope you realize Halloween's the right place for you.
There's a lot more, Jack, that I'd like to say,
But now I must hurry, for it's almost Christmas day."
Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with a wink of an eye,
He said, "Merry Christmas," and he bid them good bye.

Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream,
Santa brought Christmas to the land of Halloween.

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Blog 5: Essay 3 Preveiw

I will have to say that essay 3 seem much more challenging then essay 2. But I do look forward to completing and passing my essay. Well, since we were told we can do it on the same poem I think I might stick with the same poem. I mean the more you read a poem the more you understand it. Well, I am go reread the poem if I find nothing in it then I will get a new poem.