Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 31, 2014

Halloween!!!~by Melvina Germain


 

 

Halloween!!!

It’s a spooky, gloomy night
as clouds gray covers the moon
shadows dance incessantly
wolves howl a deep throat-ed tune
Halloween’s ghouls and goblins trudge
slowly along the darkest path
eyes open wide as scarlet tongues
scream behind doors and ask
TRICK OR TREEEEAT???!!!

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

OK whaddya want, it’s early already lol…..

Melvina Germain

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 31, 2014

Saved by the Bell~by rldubour


Halloween Week!!

 

Saved by the Bell

Six feet under they are buried, laid to final rest.

Gravestones lines overhead, some with family crest.

With gate surrounding rows of stones, the old and all the new.

This is the final resting place, when alive where they did choose.

If, we had that special sense and could hear what they would say.

From long ago, when they passed and were placed there in that grave.

Oh, the stories they could tell, of how life was in their days.

And how some, saved by the bell by the ones that watched the graves.

“What did I read? saved by the bell?”, “Don’t think I read that right!”

“Not to even mention, someone would watch a grave all night?”

“Well let me tell you this”, is where we got that saying!”

“Saved by the bell!” as the dead man lies a laying.

 

Sometimes a big mistake was made and they would think one had died.

The claws on the coffin cover, would tell they really died inside!

This was quite a problem, “Where they dead or just don’t know?”

So they buried them with coffin and placed a string around their toe!

Ran the string up through the ground, at the end they tied a bell.

Someone would sit and watch the grave and listen so they could tell.

They would sit and wait for hours as their imagination swelled.

“If it was me and I heard that bell, I would run like hell!”

This is how they did it, in the olden days.

And if the bell was ringing, they were not ready for the grave!

So, next time you hear someone say, “He was saved by the bell.”

You will know where this phrase came from, the time they could not tell.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 31, 2014

I Am You~by Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa


 

 

I Am You

Yes! Go on, feeble mind, and squirm
I dare you to go out and scream
Show them all, that you are off-cream
I shall invade even your dream

I alone know all of your fears
I shall poke them, bring you to tears
All your rambling everyone hears
No one shall help you. No one cares

My long fingers shall poke your mind
Your darkest secrets, I shall find
Bring to front, all you hid behind
Torture you, until your soul’s blind

Watch as I make your virgin cry
So ravaged, she will wish to die
No hope, for justice I shall deny
See her covered in shame and lie

Watch your friends, as with ease shall betray
They shall hinder and block your way
Inside my hellish cage, you’ll stay
I shall make your trust in them sway

Your mind shall burn in scorching fire
As I inflame your flesh desire
You shall arouse your angel’s ire
As I strum your hormonal lyre

To your sanctuary, run and hide
My worms shall spread far and wide
Spiders, snakes and rats will find you
Devour your castles, that’s their due

I invade your reality
I shall weaken your sanity
You will not see Life with clarity
Logic obscured in apathy

Reason and faith will not help you
To my kingdom, I turn your view
Cruelty and Lust shall be your thrill
Bloodied hands, you’ll enjoy the kill

I watch you try to fight me and squirm
I delight in your frightened scream
Your fallible faith skimmed like cream
You will be me, I am your dream

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 31, 2014

Salem, Ma.~ Witchcraft?~by rldubour


Halloween Week!!

 

 

Salem, Ma.~ Witchcraft?

The proper place to start with this, is ghostly Salem, Mass.

Since the sixteen hundred, has been the home to witchcraft.

The history is haunting, yet we will drift back.

To the days of old in Salem, Mass. And the aftermath!

The year was 1692 from June through September.

When nineteen men and woman died, will always be remembered.

This travesty of justice, nothing about this was inevitable.

With all the accusations, no one was infallible.

All nineteen souls, convicted and carted to Gallows Hill.

A barren slope near Salem Village, which remains there still.

Dozens more were placed in jail for months without a trial.

All this because of accusations, started by a child.

 

First to hang on Gallows Hill, was Bridget Bishop on June tenth.

On June nineteenth, five more victims have been sent.

Rebecca Nurse, Sarah Good, Susannah Martin, Elizabeth Howe and Sarah Wildes.

Even though six had died, more charges would still be filed.

Gallows Hill would soon see more, thirteen to be exact.

All accused of witchcraft, the records show the facts.

On August nineteenth, Salem prosecutors were very thorough.

Hanged till dead on this day, John Willard, Martha Carrier and George Burroughs.

George Jacobs Sr. and John Proctor were among the five.

All this because of accusations that were started by a lie!

 

September, twenty second, eight more the records tell.

Alice Parker, Mary Parker, Wilmott Redd, Margaret Scott and Samuel Wardwell.

Plus, Ann Predator, Mary Eastey and Martha Corey.

Nineteen recorded witches hanged in Salem’s history.

One more died on September nineteenth, was crushed by rocks and stones.

Giles Corey of over eighty years, the records there have shown.

With no more witches put to death, instead were placed in prison.

As many as thirteen others may have died because of the same reason.

Prison records did record, the names of four that died.

Sarah Osborn, Roger Toothaker, Lyndia Dustin, Ann Foster, all because of lies!

 

Almost as fast as it begun, the hysteria came to an end.

The Puritans of Massachusetts would never hang a witch again.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 31, 2014

Ghost behind the door~by rldubour


Halloween Week!

 

Ghost behind the door

 

 

The old house there stood empty, upon the hill so high.

And no one ever dared, to step a foot inside.

The windows were all broken, the roof was caving in.

The screen door in the front would fly open in the wind.

 

Only when the moon was full, one could hear its’ ghostly cries.

Crying out to all to hear, “Don’t dare to come inside!”

“For if you do you’ll lose your life!” they heard this many times before.

“Forever you will be with me!” the ghost behind the door.

 

As years past this house would fall apart some more.

Yet, no one dared to rip it down, they feared the ghost behind the door!

If one went to view this house, the stories they would hear.

Of how the ghost behind the door, could bring a chilling fear.

 

One story that the towns folks told and there were many more.

Was about this young man who walked right in the door.

They could only see his back all had heard his screams.

As he stood there shaking for hours it did seem!

 

And when he did come out his face was old and gray.

He never spoke a word again, until this very day.

The story goes that this house had many tragedies.

Of all the ghostly haunting that has come to be.

 

No one will ever live there, as they did before.

No one but the ghost that lives behind the door!

So if by chance you’re in this town and think you’re pretty brave.

Be cautious of this house, it put many in their grave.

 

Once you hear their stories, you will want to hear no more.

About the ghost that lives there, the ghost behind the door!

 

 

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 31, 2014

American Heroes~Henry Louis “Hank” Aaron (1934)~by rldubour


Friday!!! time for a post of an American Hero! today with the help of poetry we take a look at:

 

Henry Louis “Hank” Aaron (1934)

Born in Mobile, Alabama

To Herbert and Estelle Aaron.

Is one of seven siblings

This is where he did begin.

 

Hank and his brother Tommy

They both went on to play.

Together they hold the record

For most homeruns that stands today.

 

Growing up his family poor

His balls were bottle caps.

Even then his love for baseball

Was using sticks instead of bats.

 

He attended Central High School

Where even football did excel.

Was offered several scholarships

Destined for fame one could tell.

 

Signed with the Indianapolis Clowns

His major league career had begun.

On November twentieth

In nineteen-fifty-one.

 

The Boston Braves bought his contract

Ten thousand dollars it would be.

Married his sweetheart Barbara Lewis

On October sixth in fifty-three.

 

Nicknamed the “Hammer”

Or “Hammerin Hank.”

His consistency in playing

Among the top he ranks.

 

In June of two-thousand-two

Hank Aaron would become.

Awarded the nation’s highest civilian honor

The Presidential Metal of Freedom.

 

In what major baseball officials

Calls a long overdue oversight.

An additional fifty homeruns

Would make Hank Aaron’s record right.

 

A hero in American baseball

Hangs in the Hall of Fame.

Fifth on the list of greatest players

Forever will live his name.

 

AUTHOR NOTES: Hank Aaron was born in Mobile, Alabama to Herbert and Estella Aaron. By the time his parents were finished having children, Aaron had seven siblings; Tommie Aaron, one of his brothers, also went on to play Major League Baseball. By the time Aaron retired, he and his brother held the record for most career home runs by a pair of siblings (768).

They were also the first siblings to appear in a League Championship Series as teammates. While he was born in a section of town referred to as ‘Down the Bay’, he spent most of his youth in Toulminville. Aaron grew up poor and his family couldn’t afford baseball equipment so he had to hit bottle caps with sticks. Aaron attended Central High School as a freshman and a sophomore. There he played outfield and third base on the baseball team and helped lead his team to the Negro High School Championship both years. During this time, he also excelled in football. His success on the football field led to several football scholarship offers. However, Aaron turned these down to pursue a career in major league baseball. Although he batted cross-handed (that is, as a right-handed hitter, with his left hand above his right), a somewhat unconventional batting method, Aaron had already established himself as a top power hitter. As a result, in 1949, at the age of 15, Aaron had his first tryout with a MLB franchise. Aaron tried to make the Brooklyn Dodgers; however, his tryout did not go well and he did not make the team. After the tryout, Aaron returned to school to finish his secondary education. His last two years were spent at the Josephine Allen Institute, a private high school in Alabama. During his junior year, Aaron joined the Mobile Black Bears, an independent Negro league team. While on the Bears, Aaron earned $10 per game. Aaron’s major league career began on November 20, 1951, baseball scout Ed Scott signed Aaron to a contract on behalf of the Indianapolis Clowns. 1953 also proved beneficial to Aaron off the field. Aaron met a woman by the name of Barbara Lewis. The night he met her, Lewis decided to attend the Tars’ game. Aaron singled, doubled, and hit a home run in the game. On October 6, 1953, Aaron and Lewis were married. In July 2000 and again in July 2002, Aaron threw out the ceremonial first pitch at the Major League Baseball All-Star Game, played at Turner Field and Miller Park, respectively. In June 2002, Aaron received the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the nation’s highest civilian honor. Statues of Aaron stand outside the front entrance of both Turner Field and Miller Park. Aaron also has a statue of him as an 18-year-old shortstop outside of Carson Park in Eau Claire, Wisconsin, where he played his first season in the Braves’ minor league system. In April 1997, a new baseball facility for the AA Mobile Bay Bears constructed in Aaron’s hometown of Mobile, Alabama was named Hank Aaron Stadium. In 2006, a recreational trail in Milwaukee connecting Miller Park with Lake Michigan along the Menomonee River was dedicated as the “Hank Aaron State Trail.” Hank Aaron was on hand for the dedication along with Wisconsin Governor Jim Doyle, who at the ceremony described himself as a boyhood fan of Aaron’s. During his professional career, Aaron performed at a consistently high level for an extended period of time. He hit 24 or more home runs every year from 1955 through 1973, and is the only player to hit 30 or more home runs in a season at least 15 times. He is one of only four players to have at least 17 seasons with 150 or more hits. Aaron made the All-Star team every year from 1955 until 1975 and won three Rawlings Gold Glove Awards. In 1957 he won the National League Most Valuable Player Award, while that same year, the Milwaukee Braves won the World Series. It was Aaron’s one World Series victory during his career as a player. Aaron’s consistency helped him to establish a number of important hitting records during his 23-year career. Aaron holds the MLB records for the most career runs batted in To honor Aaron’s contributions to Major League Baseball, MLB created the Hank Aaron Award, an annual award given to the hitters voted the most effective in each respective league. He is the last Negro league baseball player to play in the major leagues. He was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1982, his first year of eligibility. In 1999, editors at The Sporting News ranked Hank Aaron 5th on their list of “Baseball’s 100 Greatest Players”. That same year, baseball fans named Aaron to the Major League Baseball All-Century Team. MILWAUKEE—In what Major League Baseball officials are calling a “long overdue correction of a gross oversight,” Commissioner Bud Selig announced Tuesday the discovery that Hall of Famer Hank Aaron had in fact accumulated 50 previously unaccounted-for home runs during his illustrious 22-year baseball career, bringing his once record total of 755 to an even higher 805 and putting the all-time home-run record perhaps forever out of reach. “Hank Aaron is a hero, an excellent man, and a great ambassador for the game of baseball,” Selig said during a press conference to announce the findings. “We’re proud to have finally set things right, hopefully once and for all. And I have to tell you, some of the home runs that we discovered were just monster shots. One was hit off of [Pittsburgh Pirates pitcher] Harvey Haddix that went 576 feet, and Hank wasn’t even that big of a guy. Just naturally strong and gifted, I guess.”

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 31, 2014

‘Dreams of You’~by Mary Cecil


 

 

‘Dreams of You’

From dawn to dusk the hours endured,
Thoughts escaping to the night
When dreams return my heart awaits,
The ending of the light

To some other place,
Where spirits can meet and be
Earthly moments stilled in silence,
And all our love set free

Like rivers flowing,
Meandering the channels of our dreams
Our love in restless motion,
Of unbroken seams

But just as earth spins,
And brings a new day’s dawn
My everyday reality intrudes,
And once again you’re gone

By
Mary Cecil

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 31, 2014

Daily missive for Friday the 31st of October.~by Peter Forster


 

 

Daily missive for Friday the 31st of October.

Reality bites,
Harder than vampires teeth,
Bought over the counter
For the price of a treat,
When they ring the bell,
Dressed as demons from hell.

Do we need this game,
When further on
Down the road,
Some other guys
Break in through
The back door.
Relieve themselves
On the kitchen floor.
Steal your father’s watch,
The ring your mother wore
When she got married.
Shattered your trust,
And left only what could not
Be carried.

But these are days
When we remember,
October through November
Is a be-witching time.
Whether they exist or not
It is hardly a crime.
To pretend for one night,
Give the neighbours
A friendly fright,
And forget the pain
That can be caused
By the rude invasion
Of a real person’s space,
Break in and violate
Their own private place,
And smile
To their face,
When they come to the door,
And ask for more,
A trick or a treat,
For the sport.
Go on,
Be a good sort.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 31, 2014

Modern Science


Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:

"Rusty Bucket" Painting by Jim Gensheer From jimgensheer.com

“Rusty Bucket”
Painting by Jim Gensheer
From jimgensheer.com

thoughts leaking precision
from buckets of brains
hauled from decade to decade
old scholarship banged up
by too many trip-and-falls
clumsy with age among
fast moving new-minted minds
never stepping in classical stains
from incontinent seepage
of once settled science

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Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 31, 2014

Relief


Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:

Image by Digital Desktops From scenicreflections.com

Image by Digital Desktops
From scenicreflections.com

daylight dimensions blaze golden
draw life into relief
against endless darkness of
death in the night

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