Stormy Days - Sonnet XIV

Sometimes the stormy day befalls us all,
Our ship it crashes on the buried reef,
Gray skies with cluttered clouds beleaguered grief,
Surrounding us with such an anguished pall,
We feel as every step may bring our fall,
And we the barren tree with one more leaf,
It soon will blow away with wind the thief,
As we can only hope that God will call,
But memory reminds us of the sun,
Behind the clouds and soaring as the dove,
It has been waiting vibrant all the while,
To break on through a radiant river run,
To fill our hearts with His eternal love,
And warm our soul again and bring our smile.

Peter Lowell Paulson
October 20, 2011

Halloween Ghost Game

On Halloween in every town it is a special day,

When ghosts and goblins, ghouls and goons they all come out to play,

The moon is full, the night is long and leaves are on the ground,

The wind it whistles in the barren trees; an eerie sound.

Now children put their costumes on with fun or scary masks,

And with their parents door-to-door on jolly candy tasks,

They ring the bell or “Rap, rap, rap” upon each door to greet,

The unsuspecting folks inside, and then yell, “Trick or Treat!”

And while all this is going on in every kind of town,

The ghosts and goblins, ghouls and goons are frolicking aroun’,

You’ll see them if you’re walking by a cemetery plot,

And if the clouds don’t hide the moon they’re easier to spot.

The ghosts they play a ‘Hide and Seek’, behind each grave you see,

They’ll slip between the tombstones, urns and every kind of tree,

Don’t ever be afraid of them for they’re not after you,

They’re only trying to scare another ghost when they scream, “Boo!”

If they surprise another ghost then he will disappear,

And he cannot come back again ‘til Halloween next year,

Some ghosts are very good at this, yes, they are very deft,

They’ll scare each other, one by one until there’s one ghost left.

But even he can’t stay around he has to hide himself,

He’ll find a jack-o-lantern on a porch or on a shelf,

He slips inside the big orange thing, with one more “Boo”, he’ll shout,

And it creates a gust of air to blow the candle out.

So when you’re out on Halloween and see each toothy smile-

Of jack-o-lanterns here and there of every kind of style,

And you should see but one or two, whose candle does not glow,

Inside might be the winner of the ghost game don’t you know.

Happy Halloween!

Peter Lowell Paulson

October 12, 2011

The Flu

I did not die I am relieved,

I thank the Lord I’ve been reprieved,

And one more day I’ll celebrate,

That Christ is Lord and God is Great!

Peter Lowell Paulson

October 6, 2011

Our Love - Sonnet XI

How soft, how smooth your silkened skin to touch,
Caressing hands, your hair and loving face,
A goddess in my eyes we now embrace,
To hold each other close a vital crutch,
To fold each other’s arms together such-
That two became as one without a trace,
And all within the reach of our embrace,
How could we ever know we’d love this much?
It started long ago with simple things,
With ease the conversation lasted hours,
We’d please each other when we’d closely dance,
We gave each other gifts and offerings,
And did not know that love would have these powers-
To draw us in; a lifetime long romance.

Peter Lowell Paulson
October 5, 2011

I'm Leaving_Cartoon by Paulson