Halloween Child

There is a child in every one of us,

And to be set free that child is itching.

Once a year, we don costumes without fuss,

On Halloween to do a little witching.

If we wear our best disguise at parties,

Our inner child might well pop into view.

I plan to dress as a pirate me hearties.

What is the favored persona for you?

We would go Trick or Treating, if we could,

And those short enough to pull it off might.

Most will take the kids around as they should,

Because to horn in on their joy isn’t right.

Don't be so grown up that you miss the fun.

Halloween’s a holiday to go back,

To childlike days before wonder was gone,

So be silly, dress the part, get on track.

Happy Halloween to each and every one!

 

 

Freedom at Sea

The lobster boat edges out the harbor’s mouth.

It’s ready for another day at sea.

The captain steers through the chop heading south.

He braves rough weather, but hunts for alee.

Finding lobsters in his traps is his goal.

He gaffs a buoy and begins to haul.

The first trap of the string is on a shoal.

When it breaks water; he’s made a good call.

He picks out five large keepers and shuts the door.

Giving the trap a shove, he sets it back.

He grabs the next buoy and hopes for more.

As the day wears on, the catch shows no lack.

When the day is done and he heads toward home,

He’s content with life even though it’s tough.

He provides a product prized by more than some,

And lives in freedom at sea and that’s enough.

Pride

Mr. Know-It-All, pride comes before a fall.

Jane Better- Than- You, you’re coming down too.

Lucy Smarty Pants, we’ve seen your song and dance.

Old Money Bags, someday you might be in rags.

You’re filled with pride; think you’re special deep inside.

These gifts you’re given could bar you from Heaven.

What you have you don’t own; it’s just yours on loan.

Your high and mighty gall sets you up for the fall.

Lucifer’s like you; God threw him from Heaven, too.

When he fell, he turned to Satan, lord of Hell.

If you adopt his pride, you’ll burn at his side.

Cast off pride and grin; decry that ugly sin.

Be not proud and through God’s gate you’ll be allowed.

Lucifer was full of pride.

A Tribute

You rise to answer a higher calling.

While most choose the comfort and ease of home,

You go without wavering or stalling.

Your foot steps over foreign soil to roam

Love of country is your motivation,

And you care deeply for those left behind,

But driven by concern for your nation,

You make the sacrifice time after time.

You willingly give; shed your blood, and die,

And many simply refuse to understand.

They taunt, jeer, and spread their malicious lies,

While you give all to protect the homeland.

I honor you with this small piece of verse.

I thank you so much for all you have done.

Without folks like you the world would be worse.

You’re a hero and America’s son.

Too Much Worry

How many days must we wait and worry?

How many times must we rush and hurry?

Why spend time that we can never redeem,

On things we despise instead of our dreams?

Why do we try to appease and pretend,

To get along with those who aren’t our friends?

Do we think it makes us people of worth,

To let ourselves be trampled into the earth?

Why not stand up for ourselves and defend,

What is important and not make amends,

For being just what we are deep inside,

So what if with others we don’t coincide?

Time is far too precious and much too brief,

To heap ourselves up with helpings of grief.

Why not spend our days on what we enjoy,

Before life ends and all our plans are destroyed?

We longingly look for heavenly peace.

Prayers to our Father above never cease.

He will send down perfect peace from above,

When we stop fussing and trust in His love.

Contrasts

Life’s contrasts are needed to understand,
And distinguish between pleasure and pain.
We must be down to value a helping hand,
And to enjoy sunshine we must have rain.

Until our eyes are bathed with bitter tears,
And our poor hearts are rent and torn in two,
We’ll never grasp joy woven through our years,
That God has prepared for me and for you.

If we never have pain or a sorrow,
And days are filled with perpetual bliss,
Would we care for those bereaved tomorrow,
Or empathize with the down and depressed?

God in His wisdom allows pain to come,
Through our dark hours we learn how to grow,
And someday when He calls us to come home,
We’ll see the final contrast and we’ll know.

The Ancient Oak

I am an ancient oak; my roots go deep.
I raise my limbs heavenward in reverence,
And my leaves are turned up in adoration.
The unseen One sees my worship and smiles.
The winds that howl through my branches make music.
It is a symphony created by the natural world,
And it is in honor of the Creator who is exalted.
The meadow where I stand so tall and strong sings,
As its grass and its flowers sway, I clap my hands in joy,
And the rivulet running through the meadow ripples with delight.
I long for the day when the earth will be restored, reborn, renewed,
And I wait for that dawn when mankind will understand.
The deer that feeds in the meadow will no longer be afraid,
And the hearts of all living things will at last be in harmony.
I, the ancient oak, will say amen.

Small Fry

Take plenty of time to grow up small fry.
Don’t you fret about it and don’t you cry,
For you will be a big man by and by.
Come now and let your Mama dry your eye.

Being a grown up is not so much fun,
So romp and run outside under the sun.
You’ll have a man sized job when childhood’s done.
Don’t you hurry for that day will soon come.

For now,come and sit on your Mama’s knee,
And I’ll tell of the cat that went to sea,
While I hold you so very close to me,
And wonder how you found my heart’s key.

Live a Fairytale Life

Your life could be a fairytale,

If you would learn to believe,

And let thought’s wind fill your mind’s sail.

Your life could be a fairy tale,

If you see each hidden detail,

And then determine to perceive.

Your life could be a fairytale,

If you would learn to believe.

Forgive

 This is a new poetry form for me called: copla. It is a Spanish form consisting of four stanzas of four lines each. No line is to be longer than eight syllables. The even lines may have near rhyme and the uneven are unrhymed.

Extend forgiveness as a hand,

To be grasped by the forgiven.

Your soul will be freed like a bird,

As it wings its way to heaven.

Unforgiveness rots from inside,

The soul that will not let it go,

And endows the unforgiven,

With power beyond all we know.

Will God forgive, if we will not?

Will He say well done when we fail,

To forgive as He forgives us?

Have we forgotten one detail?

He loved us when we didn’t love him,

And forgave all our iniquities.

When we asked he freely forgave.

We must make the same peace treaty.