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The Terrible Night
Hi...Some friends asked if I would write a Halloween story. I did but it came out as a poem. I offer it to you here..
The Terrible Night
The road seemed a long one
the moon was so low
I winded and wound
to the houses below.
The shadows of trees
were spooky alright
I wished I was home
on this cold Devil's night.
The crunch of my footsteps
just hit hollow air
I feared there were witches
and ghosts everywhere.
A hard cry of pain
came loud from the woods
I saw something moving
and wearing a hood.
The hairs on my neck
started moving alone
Oh, God, how I wished
I was safely at home!
Something behind me
made a deep groan
I wanted to run
but then heard a moan
that started up slowly
and reached fevered pitch
I stopped in my tracks
when I saw the witch.
She wasn't alone
that terrible night
the things that I saw
gave me horrible fright
goblins with eyes
that were red as could be
came out of nowhere
and headed for me.
The witch, she just cackled
as closer they inched
I felt breath on my neck
and then a sharp pinch.
I cried out in terror
I let loose a yell
that just made them laugh...
those beings from hell.
The dark hooded figure
with yellowing eyes
moved without walking
and to my surprise
seemed to pass through me...
such coldness I felt
it made my bones shudder
my knees start to melt.
I wanted to flee
but the goblins were there
poking my stomach
and pulling my hair.
The noises they uttered
were shrill and obscene
then the witch came up close
and she really looked mean.
The broom that she carried
she made disappear
she stepped a step closer
and worsened my fear
her bony old hands
reached out to my face
as I whimpered and cried
in that terrible place.
Her breath smelled so rancid
her teeth were a sight
as she leaned in so close
and gave me more fright.
The goblins milled round me
pulling my clothes
as the witch, she just laughed
and touched her hooked nose
and the wart on her chin
looked big as a thimble
for a wrinkled old hag
she really was nimble.
With a move of her arm
the goblins gave pause
the nails on her fingers
were much worse than claws...
she scratched my pale cheek
and blood started to flow
the drops were licked up
by the goblins below.
The witch moved around me
I felt her cold look
and the poking and prodding
from the goblins I took.
The witch then just stopped
and peered in the night
her broom reappeared
and she took off in flight
she circled above me
not far from my head
the moon full behind her
I knew I was dead.
With a horrible cackle
she tore through the air
the goblins pulled back
I think in despair
the dark hooded figure
passed back through my soul
I shivered and quaked
from feeling the cold.
I watched as he floated
back where he came
then looked at the goblins
as they did the same.
I'm not sure what happened
that terrible night
I just know I hurried
to get to the light.
The road seemed a long one
the moon was so low
I winded and wound
to the houses below.
Written By Me.
The Terrible Night
The road seemed a long one
the moon was so low
I winded and wound
to the houses below.
The shadows of trees
were spooky alright
I wished I was home
on this cold Devil's night.
The crunch of my footsteps
just hit hollow air
I feared there were witches
and ghosts everywhere.
A hard cry of pain
came loud from the woods
I saw something moving
and wearing a hood.
The hairs on my neck
started moving alone
Oh, God, how I wished
I was safely at home!
Something behind me
made a deep groan
I wanted to run
but then heard a moan
that started up slowly
and reached fevered pitch
I stopped in my tracks
when I saw the witch.
She wasn't alone
that terrible night
the things that I saw
gave me horrible fright
goblins with eyes
that were red as could be
came out of nowhere
and headed for me.
The witch, she just cackled
as closer they inched
I felt breath on my neck
and then a sharp pinch.
I cried out in terror
I let loose a yell
that just made them laugh...
those beings from hell.
The dark hooded figure
with yellowing eyes
moved without walking
and to my surprise
seemed to pass through me...
such coldness I felt
it made my bones shudder
my knees start to melt.
I wanted to flee
but the goblins were there
poking my stomach
and pulling my hair.
The noises they uttered
were shrill and obscene
then the witch came up close
and she really looked mean.
The broom that she carried
she made disappear
she stepped a step closer
and worsened my fear
her bony old hands
reached out to my face
as I whimpered and cried
in that terrible place.
Her breath smelled so rancid
her teeth were a sight
as she leaned in so close
and gave me more fright.
The goblins milled round me
pulling my clothes
as the witch, she just laughed
and touched her hooked nose
and the wart on her chin
looked big as a thimble
for a wrinkled old hag
she really was nimble.
With a move of her arm
the goblins gave pause
the nails on her fingers
were much worse than claws...
she scratched my pale cheek
and blood started to flow
the drops were licked up
by the goblins below.
The witch moved around me
I felt her cold look
and the poking and prodding
from the goblins I took.
The witch then just stopped
and peered in the night
her broom reappeared
and she took off in flight
she circled above me
not far from my head
the moon full behind her
I knew I was dead.
With a horrible cackle
she tore through the air
the goblins pulled back
I think in despair
the dark hooded figure
passed back through my soul
I shivered and quaked
from feeling the cold.
I watched as he floated
back where he came
then looked at the goblins
as they did the same.
I'm not sure what happened
that terrible night
I just know I hurried
to get to the light.
The road seemed a long one
the moon was so low
I winded and wound
to the houses below.
Written By Me.
No Worries Now
I like how I've learned and grown. I like seeing my kids better off than I am emotionally, physically, spiritually and emotionally. We all have beliefs. I am an atheist. I am at peace and this is a large part of why I have such peace. I have touched and been touched by everyone I have met. I have changed in ways that pleased my parents greatly. My children make me very aware of my legacy and its' worth.
No Worries Now
When once I’m over
and I’m gone
I will not ponder
what I’ve shown
that’s living on
forever known
by those behind…
I’ve passed it on.
No furrowed brow
when last I rest
to ruin my smile
I’ve done my best
to live by rules
others set
and handed down
for me to test.
There is no doubting
what I’ve seen
some evil things
to turn me mean
hard demons fought
and goodness gleaned
that got me where
I deemed to be.
What’s left behind
that others hold
are bits of me
I broke the mold
they saw in me
a way to know
it’s up to them…
they make things grow.
No Worries Now
When once I’m over
and I’m gone
I will not ponder
what I’ve shown
that’s living on
forever known
by those behind…
I’ve passed it on.
No furrowed brow
when last I rest
to ruin my smile
I’ve done my best
to live by rules
others set
and handed down
for me to test.
There is no doubting
what I’ve seen
some evil things
to turn me mean
hard demons fought
and goodness gleaned
that got me where
I deemed to be.
What’s left behind
that others hold
are bits of me
I broke the mold
they saw in me
a way to know
it’s up to them…
they make things grow.
Work Together
I teach language classes. If, when we see a new American that doesn't speak English as well as we do, we just say "Hello" it gives us each a chance to teach English. I love to see the smiles, sometimes blushes, as Russians or Latinos or Bulgarians listen and learn new English words. If, instead of ignoring them, we talk with them when we see them we all teach together and the new Americans feel at home like we do and learn English faster. We need to work together. Isn't that what Americans do to solve a problem? We work together.
Work Together
Hellos unheard
just turn away
from what you know
and run instead.
Growth comes…ignored
And change is slowed
by all the words
you've left unsaid.
Work Together
Hellos unheard
just turn away
from what you know
and run instead.
Growth comes…ignored
And change is slowed
by all the words
you've left unsaid.
Evil Is
One civilization killing off another because of a different belief system is nothing new. I wonder why some folks are so scared of folks who look, act and live differently. I have traveled, met, lived with, and loved people who believed differently than me. I have only killed because my government told me to. That same government was right to ask my Dad to fight. They said, years later, they were wrong to ask me to kill.
Evil Is
The evil in this world that comes
says look at Me I’m good because
I have a savior watching Me
I’m washed in blood so I can see
no end to time. Life never dies?
I’ll be reborn …materialize.
The evil words I say of man
are justified for My god can
beat up your god let’s go to war
everything’s worth fighting for.
If you live wrong, live differently
don’t have My god, don’t look like Me,
If you wear robes, protect your kind
I’ll beat you till you change your mind.
Just ask the Sioux or Navajo
We taught them what they need to know
We’ve showed them how to be set free,
the god that’s right, the way to be…
they’re happier than once they thought
they were… because of what We’ve taught…
don’t pray to earth or winds or sun
pray to My god the only one
that can give peace as we destroy
the way of life you’re fighting for.
We’re better than you think you are
there’s nothing not worth fighting for
My god has said your gods’ a lie
My god has said it’s good we die
I’ll send My might to set you free
So you can start to live like Me.
Evil Is
The evil in this world that comes
says look at Me I’m good because
I have a savior watching Me
I’m washed in blood so I can see
no end to time. Life never dies?
I’ll be reborn …materialize.
The evil words I say of man
are justified for My god can
beat up your god let’s go to war
everything’s worth fighting for.
If you live wrong, live differently
don’t have My god, don’t look like Me,
If you wear robes, protect your kind
I’ll beat you till you change your mind.
Just ask the Sioux or Navajo
We taught them what they need to know
We’ve showed them how to be set free,
the god that’s right, the way to be…
they’re happier than once they thought
they were… because of what We’ve taught…
don’t pray to earth or winds or sun
pray to My god the only one
that can give peace as we destroy
the way of life you’re fighting for.
We’re better than you think you are
there’s nothing not worth fighting for
My god has said your gods’ a lie
My god has said it’s good we die
I’ll send My might to set you free
So you can start to live like Me.
Never Too Old
It's just a little ditty.
Never Too Old
For all my days
as I come and go
I find out things
I didn’t know.
These things I learn
with passing time
do serve me well
and cause my mind
to change its slant
show bends to turn
that make me thirst
for more to learn.
Never Too Old
For all my days
as I come and go
I find out things
I didn’t know.
These things I learn
with passing time
do serve me well
and cause my mind
to change its slant
show bends to turn
that make me thirst
for more to learn.
Manipulation
On another site I visit, from time to time, a man posted something that contained a blatant slur about a group of people. I watched in amazement as over 50 people supported his biased words and behavior. I finally made a comment, an honest and yet kind response, that caused a changed and chain reaction of repulsion and rejection of his bias slant on a group of people he didn't know, like or understand. He immediately deleted his post and I wrote this.
Manipulation
Hit it,
little evil man,
hit it fast.
Watch the truth go away
so no one sees you for
what you really are
so no one sees you for
what you really do.
Truth exploded,
soundlessly,
while you hide
in your home
made bunker
safely protected
by the the silly ones
who rally to defend
you...are told to
protect the little man
defend the hateful words
so no one sees you for
how you really are
so no one sees you for
how you really do
manipulate the truth.
Hit it, little evil man,
hit it fast
delete.
There Are These Things
Needing to love, to be loved, created questions.
There Are These Things
There are things in me
desires now I feel
to want and need
these things in me
I wonder if they're real.
There are these things in me
what if it's all a dream
and we are not
when last we meet
I wonder if we will.
There are these things in me
I cannot tell a lie
my heart would know
of my deceit
the longing makes me try.
There are these things in me
they hid there for a while
now full of life
I take a chance
my love out on the line.
There are these things in me
I know you feel them too
and you are scared
and still alone
not knowing what to do.
There are these things in me
so wanting to be shared
I think of you
and take it slow
to show you how I care.
There are these things in me
just wanting to be free
for all of time
not just a while
a lifetime we can share.
There are these things in me
that musn't be denied
I've had them there
the same as you
and it might make us cry.
There are these things in me
together we will know
we'll never stop
what we now have
and maybe it will grow.
There Are These Things
There are things in me
desires now I feel
to want and need
these things in me
I wonder if they're real.
There are these things in me
what if it's all a dream
and we are not
when last we meet
I wonder if we will.
There are these things in me
I cannot tell a lie
my heart would know
of my deceit
the longing makes me try.
There are these things in me
they hid there for a while
now full of life
I take a chance
my love out on the line.
There are these things in me
I know you feel them too
and you are scared
and still alone
not knowing what to do.
There are these things in me
so wanting to be shared
I think of you
and take it slow
to show you how I care.
There are these things in me
just wanting to be free
for all of time
not just a while
a lifetime we can share.
There are these things in me
that musn't be denied
I've had them there
the same as you
and it might make us cry.
There are these things in me
together we will know
we'll never stop
what we now have
and maybe it will grow.
Sleeping Love
I wanted to wake her up and tell her. I wrote this instead.
Sleeping Love
Good afternoon
my sweetest love.
I held you as
you fell asleep.
I hold you now
never letting
go forever
in your dreams
and hours as
they pass
into eternity.
I'll hold your love
as you hold mine
with surety
and purpose. There
will be no doubt
when our eyes
kiss so tenderly
deep needing's bliss
long wantings
merged into
reality.
Sleeping Love
Good afternoon
my sweetest love.
I held you as
you fell asleep.
I hold you now
never letting
go forever
in your dreams
and hours as
they pass
into eternity.
I'll hold your love
as you hold mine
with surety
and purpose. There
will be no doubt
when our eyes
kiss so tenderly
deep needing's bliss
long wantings
merged into
reality.
Contrarity
Contrarity
I was going to create a book with some of my poetry but life happened as I made my plans (John Lennon quote)and I never found the time. I always thought this would be a good poem for the first page. War changed me.
I had been writing poetry, and songs, for many years before ever deciding to share much of what I had written. This poem was my way of saying that, while I was afraid to let folks see the beauty in me, it had to come out.
Contrariety
The words come out of me
I'm never sure of what to say.
There's hidden power there
I feel it on its' way
To set me free,
I'll let you peek inside my soul...
As if in reading this
Your knowing makes me whole.
Be gentle with your eyes,
I still am tender now.
As hard as life
I'm still in pain
Afraid I won't know how
To take the love,
I'll let you peek inside my soul...
As if in reading this
Your knowing makes me whole.
I was going to create a book with some of my poetry but life happened as I made my plans (John Lennon quote)and I never found the time. I always thought this would be a good poem for the first page. War changed me.
I had been writing poetry, and songs, for many years before ever deciding to share much of what I had written. This poem was my way of saying that, while I was afraid to let folks see the beauty in me, it had to come out.
Contrariety
The words come out of me
I'm never sure of what to say.
There's hidden power there
I feel it on its' way
To set me free,
I'll let you peek inside my soul...
As if in reading this
Your knowing makes me whole.
Be gentle with your eyes,
I still am tender now.
As hard as life
I'm still in pain
Afraid I won't know how
To take the love,
I'll let you peek inside my soul...
As if in reading this
Your knowing makes me whole.
A Fairy Tale
I wrote this poem about the woman I love and me. We met late in life after our failed marriges. I am the dreamer...I am lost with my head in the clouds and give the pretty wild flowers. She is the anchored one...she picks the best car to buy and likes the wild flowers in her vase.
A Fairy Tale
Once upon a tender time
in a world made up of dreams
a sweet balloon flew in the sky
this seems a sort of silly thing.
Dreams did move it to and fro
and up and down and all around
and back and forth and hither yon
it's string so seldom touched the ground.
but when it did some finger crooked
would grab the string and pull it close
yet let it go soon after touch
to lack what it so needed most.
Noises made when held just right
the way it helped to bring them smiles
soon forgotten sent to float
among the stars for weary miles.
Long ago some hidden hand
much the same as sweet balloon
reached for dreams on solid ground
yet found things ended all too soon.
Reaching here and over there
grasping, clasping, holding on...
left a lonely empty hand
when what mattered soon was gone.
Needing more, yet less accepted
giving things so never ending
hand still sought to touch that place
where all sensations have a meaning.
Felt, a face, with gentle fingers
lingering such sweetened touch
ne'er received as free surrendered
kept the hand just needing much.
Then one day as fate would have it
sweet balloon came floating down
seen by one that wished to grab it
string was felt by loving hand.
Bobbing in the winds of dreams
seeking not to understand
hand held on to calm the rambling
string held firm by grounded hand.
Balloon did love that gentle giving
left to float yet held so tight
hand did give to full receiving
reaching out with all its' might.
So this story has an ending
hand needs never let string go
balloon will never stop the dreaming
and string will always let hand know.
A Fairy Tale
Once upon a tender time
in a world made up of dreams
a sweet balloon flew in the sky
this seems a sort of silly thing.
Dreams did move it to and fro
and up and down and all around
and back and forth and hither yon
it's string so seldom touched the ground.
but when it did some finger crooked
would grab the string and pull it close
yet let it go soon after touch
to lack what it so needed most.
Noises made when held just right
the way it helped to bring them smiles
soon forgotten sent to float
among the stars for weary miles.
Long ago some hidden hand
much the same as sweet balloon
reached for dreams on solid ground
yet found things ended all too soon.
Reaching here and over there
grasping, clasping, holding on...
left a lonely empty hand
when what mattered soon was gone.
Needing more, yet less accepted
giving things so never ending
hand still sought to touch that place
where all sensations have a meaning.
Felt, a face, with gentle fingers
lingering such sweetened touch
ne'er received as free surrendered
kept the hand just needing much.
Then one day as fate would have it
sweet balloon came floating down
seen by one that wished to grab it
string was felt by loving hand.
Bobbing in the winds of dreams
seeking not to understand
hand held on to calm the rambling
string held firm by grounded hand.
Balloon did love that gentle giving
left to float yet held so tight
hand did give to full receiving
reaching out with all its' might.
So this story has an ending
hand needs never let string go
balloon will never stop the dreaming
and string will always let hand know.
