Jack of the Lanterns


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Jack of the Lanterns

It was a day like the others,

But the sea was at rest,

The crew was getting restless,

Including Lady Pen in the nest,

It seemed days since we had rum,

“Captain Jack,” said I so bold,

“I can almost hear a distant drum,

Someplace where there’s lots of gold,”

“Aye,” he muttered, “we need to find,

Something to do to distract their minds,”

“Captain, if I may humbly suggest,

Bring Lady Pen down from the nest,

I heard her talking to one of the crew,

She had some ideas on what to do,”

Now Jack don’t take to ideas quick,

But he knew Pen’s ideas would be slick,

He grabbed one of the men by the arm,

“Tell Pen to see me, but no need for alarm,”

She looked a bit worried, timid she be,

As she climbed down she glared at me,

“Did this tar say something, he’s worthless you see,”

She smiled provocatively at Jack, and batted her eyes,

“I’m ready for duty, you can count on me,”

“Lady Pen, I need some ideas to stir up this crew,

I need them fast, I feel trouble starting to brew,”

“Captain,” she said with a twinkle in her eye,

“I’ve been thinking while up in the sky,

If our flag was different than any other ship,

You’d become famous, Edward Teach would flip,”

And I have ideas about decorating and such,

The world would love us and it wouldn’t cost much,”

“Ah, Lady Pen,” said Jack with a twinkle in his eye,

“You’ve turned out to be a special kind of guy,”

With scissors and thread she started the flag,

With bits of clothing, curtains, and rags,

She’d requested some gourds when we found land,

Gave no explanation that the Captain could understand,

She toiled without stopping until she was done,

“Captain,” she said, “Now, let’s have some fun,”

The Jolly Roger came down, a pumpkin flag was raised,

The crew was perplexed and partially dazed,

The gourds were carved with precision and care,

All had smiles, but an evil stare,

“These gourds will be lanterns to guide us at night,

And the evil faces will give others a fright,”

Candles were lit and placed in each gourd,

“I’ll reward you handsomely,” said Jack, “you have my word,”

The ships demeanor changed, it was eerily strange,

Ships surrendered before we got into range,

As we boarded ships that we found,

Jack would call out, “Put your arms down,”

“Give us your gold and something to eat,

And no tricks we’ll play as we take our treats,”

It wasn’t long before the word spread,

That a great pirate ship was one to dread,

It was filled with spirits with evil grins,

It never loses and always wins,

Captain Kidd, Teach, and others heard of its fame,

And Pen was selected to give it a permanent name,

“Jack’s lanterns, to her just made sense,

And jack o’lanterns  have been called that hence,

Even now should you on the open sea be cast,

And a pumpkin flag is flying near the mast,

Look closely at the Lady dressed prim and neat,

Her eyes will be glowing as you close in to greet,

And beside her will be a captain, Jack be his name,

Take them seriously when they say, “Trick or Treat!”

Many a ship has been plundered out at sea,

I wouldn’t want that to happen to you or me,

When jack o’lanterns be smiling with an evil grin,

Be aware of the danger you could be in,

Should you be courteous especially to Pen,

Their hospitality is fabulous for all their friends.

 

 

Troubled Sleep


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When dreams
carry me far,

Connecting
life’s reality to distant star,

It is then I
find answers to my fears,

Or discover
what I hold dear,

Lost
memories stroll two and three,

Reminding me
how it used to be,

Am I awake
or in a dream,

Caught
forever in a wayward scheme,

My needs, my
wants, my heart’s desires,

Struggling
between ice and raging fires,

My fantasies
are not long to keep,

As I drift
back into troubled sleep,

My muse tugs
impatiently at my mind,

“Wake
up! There are worlds to find,

Time is
fleeting as you sleep,

And you have
promises to keep,

Stories that
have risen from the deep,

Must be
captured for the world to keep,

You don’t
really need to sleep,”

Weary from
travels within my head,

Miserably I
stumble from my bed,

No reason to
argue with my muse,

That’s a
battle I always lose,

For gentle
thoughts become a crowd,

Their cries
to be heard grow very loud,

And where is
this wisp called sleep,

It was released
early, not mine to keep.

The Destination Is Up to You


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The sails of
his ship were made

From butterfly wings,

He conquered
the imaginations,

Of poets and
kings,

He shared
his adventures

About lands
far away,

Then he caught a passing breeze,

And floated to
a secret bay,

My small universe
expanded,

A trickle
became a flood,

The stories
he told,

Now run in
my blood,

I’ve set my
course to reach,

Just one
distant star,

And fill my
notes with memories,

Of things as
they are,

When I
return to this earth,

My travels I
will share,

You may
choose to soar with me,

If you take
the dare,

Somewhere
there is a forgotten land,

I’ll need to
take a look,

And you with
your writer’s eye,

Can describe
it in a book,

For not all
get the chance,

To see all
that we shall see,

If you write
with words that live,

Those worlds
will become reality,

Take the
helm of this ancient ship,

And let your
imagination play,

If I had
clung to this earth,

I wouldn’t
be here today,

These sails
are woven,

From butterfly wings,

And covered
with stories,

From poets
and kings,

I’ve sailed the
oceans blue,

There’s
nothing this ship can’t do,

Just steer
for a distant star,

The
destination is up to you.

 

 

 

“I’ll Promise You This”


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A cloudburst
in summer,

Soaked to
the skin,

My heart is
melting,

“Won’t you
please let me in?”

A blizzard
in winter,

I’m frozen
to the core,

My love is
ready,

“Won’t you
open the door?”

The flaming leaves
of autumn,

Are starting
to fall,

How long
must I wait,

“Don’t you
love me at all?”

When the
birds are returning,

At the
greening of spring,

I’ll tell
you, “I love you,”

And give you
a ring,

My heart is
broken,

But I’ll
promise you this,

I’ll dance
at your wedding,

And give you
a kiss,

If my dreams
were real,

As real as
could be,

I’d enjoy
the four seasons,

Having you
here with me.

“Just Like Me”


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She read to
the birds once a day,

It was her
way,

Of saying
thanks for all they’d done,

They made
life fun,

Bluebirds
and sparrows at her feet,

They took a
seat,

Listening
intently to the stories she read,

About pieces
of bread,

That Hansel
and Gretel dropped on the path,

Hoping to
escape the wrath,

Of the
stepmother and find the way back,

But they
lost track,

Birds had eaten every single piece of bread,

And now as
she read,

The audience
of birds had gathered from the sky,

Some had
already begun to cry,

“That’s such
a sad story,” said one with shame,

“It’s true,
birds were to blame,”

“Don’t you
fret, my dears,” she said with a smile,

“The ending
is happy after awhile,”

“Tomorrow
I’ll tell you about Snow White,

So have a
good night,”

“And bring
me some of your songs to sing,

Just any
pretty thing,”

“I want to
share songs that you’ve taught me,

About the
wind, the sun, and the honey bee,”

“Your songs
could bring joy to girls and boys,

They might
forget their toys,

And discover
how much is in this world to see,

And learn to
love it just like me.”

 

 

 

 

Suffering


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Suffering is
unique for me and you,

I haven’t experienced
what you’re going through,

I don’t know
the depth of your pain,

Be patient,
I’m trying your perspective to gain,

 

The
migraines that don’t allow you to stand,

I’ve never
experienced them and I don’t understand,

I’m trying
my best to know what to do,

I don’t have
answers for the agony you go through,

 

I’m trying
to ponder who handles suffering well,

Is it
someone who’s already seen one side of hell,

Someone who’s
had everything taken away,

And still
smile and say, “It’s a wonderful day!”

Or a person
with cancer who continues to pray,

“Thank you,
Lord, for each bonus day,”

 

I told my children,
“In life you’ll have choices,

Surround
yourself with those who have wise voices,”

And when you
run and scrape your knee,

To ease your
pain right there I’ll be,

 

Bad things
might happen so learn to be tough,

Because life
isn’t perfect, it can be rough,

I can’t fix
your problems but I can ease your pain,

And I’ll be
there to help you get up again,”

 

I wonder if
my answers match my own life,

Do my
answers hold true when I face strife,

Do I blame
someone when life knocks me down,

What part of
my misery is shared with those around,

 

Did my bad
choices create my own pain,

Does my anguish
count for loss or gain,

Is my trouble
because of evil or good,

What part of
my distress is misunderstood,

 

If I use my
own sorrows to help me grow,

I’ll understand
you better for now I know,

If being
there to listen will ease your pain,

I’ll listen
and help you get up again.

 

A Spooky Spectacle


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A haunted house
was advertised in the paper,

Teenagers
playing a misguided prank,

The ad was
pulled too late, the damage done,

The list of
the curious never shrank,

 

The
dilapidated two story worn out manse,

Proudly
stood in spite of the local shame,

Its history
linked with the rich and famous,

The mansion
had only them to blame,

 

Years had
left it collapsing in the middle,

A perfect
haunt made for the night,

Stairs creaked, screams trapped in the walls,

All the
windows and doors sealed tight,

 

Reminiscent
of popular ballroom affairs,

People were lined
up and waiting their turn,

Anxious to
see the scariest house around,

One that frightened
and made stomachs churn,

 

Cars filled
a field and lined the road,

Halloween
evening and monsters weren’t out,

Little
ghouls, big ghosts, gracious hosts,

Hidden with sounds to make, shrieks or shouts,

 

Blood thirsty
tales of murder would draw visitors in,

Those who
wanted to be scared came to this place,

Stories were
told about a missing man,

Who roamed
the halls without a face,

 

Fear that
was expected didn’t last,

Messages everywhere,
claims of death scrawls,

Evidences of
rudeness from the past,

Urine and
blood had been splashed on the walls,

 

A cemetery lay
stationed off to one side,

Rectangular plots
still open and ready to fill,

It was eerie
since a shed with its door open,

Stood
waiting just a few steps up the hill,

 

The manse was
a spectacle that I knew quite well,

I lived a
few houses down on the same street,

And I
believed the mansion sat at the edge of hell,

This was not
a place to go Trick or Treat,

 

There were
no tour guides, the routes were crude,

Invisible
witches with their friends the bats,

Swooped low
to scare the intruders,

Who were
avoiding the black cats,

 

Chaos and
confusion reigned through the night,

As uninvited
guests tromped into each room,

Often visitors
were disappointed by unbidden sight,

Not
realizing this house was a house of doom,

 

The druggie
in the corner, the starving child,

The wolfman
on meth who menacing and wild,

The monster
with chainsaw who chased at will,

Too old to
catch anyone, too old to kill,

 

Yet even
with evil residing in the house,

No one was
injured, not even a mouse,

Gargoyles
sat at the corners of the yard,

Protecting
children and staying on guard,

 

Other forces
stood ready to do their part,

To keep all
folks safe, especially the heart,

Though it
might be weird to keep folks from harm,

To the unprotected
the forces would swarm,

 

For
Halloween is more than tricks or fear,

It’s more about
fun, the message is clear,

Should you
have scary neighbors next door,

Be wary of
where and how you explore,

 

It’s just
one night, with a year between,

Stay safe
and have fun, this Halloween!