Thursday, November 21, 2013

I think I Saw A Leprechaun ( a poem)


I think I saw a Leprechaun

March 17, 2010 at 5:38pm
I think I saw a Leprechaun
Down at the pub last night
He was drinking from a shiny boot
And looking for a fight

He was dressed all in green
With a funny hat
That read in Rhinestones
“Just call me PAT”

In one arm he carried a pot of gold
Held snug against his body tight
The other when not upon his drink
Made a fist ready to deliver a mighty right

He cursed and swore in a thick accent
That only Benny Hill might understand
He boasted about his drinking skills
While staggering around
He could barely stand

At one point in the evening
He got up upon the bar and begin to dance
He did a jig to a to a song by Pink
That nearly made me wet my pants.

“Where’s your Lucky Charms”
“Let’s have that pot of gold”
“You can’t out drink me Wee Man”
Were drunk comments yelled that got a little old

But out drink them each and everyone
The Leprechaun did
Winning bar bets left and right
Hiding the winning in his pot out of sight

At last call he stood up
As if he hadn’t drunk a thing
Strutted out the bar
The buckles on his shoes did ring

He saw him turn down the street
Then a brilliant shaft of colored light
Beamed up a giant rainbow
That lit up the starry night.

BAC 03/17/2010 

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The Pumpkin That Ate People (A Halloween Poem_


The Pumpkin that Ate People

It was carved with an ancient knife
A knife that had a past.
A past that with filled with horror

It had a sinister smile
It's expression seemed to change in the flickering candle light

Its first victim was the man that carved it
A man named Carl
Almost immediately he knew there was something different about it
It seemed to mock him with its devious looking grin

Carl stepped away from it
Walking across the room
The pumpkin's eyes seemed to move
It’s gaze following him

Carl went to the fridge
Grabbing a beer he closed the door of the fridge
Looking over his shoulder at his creation
It glared back at him with a look of pure hatred

Carl picked up his cell phone
Walking past the pumpkin
Giving it a wide berth
“Hey Fred….Get over here” He Said.

Carl explained to Fred about the pumpkin
He could hear laughter on the other end of the line
He looked back toward the kitchen
The pumpkin was no longer there

Carl dropped his phone
Something grabbed his leg
Pulling him behind the couch.
Fred's  voice could be heard coming out of the phone on the floor
“Carl….are you alright?” 
In return there were only screams.

Fred arrived at his friends house
An empty cop car was parked out front
He ran up to the door
All he found was a trail of blood and some pumpkin seeds
A trial that lead  through the house and out the back door.

He grabbed a blood soaked police radio and spoke into it
“Be on the look out…for a large Orange Pumpkin”
“It has a taste for human blood"


BAC  10/28/2013

Monday, October 21, 2013

The Lazy, Not So Frightening Blob (A Halloween Poem)


The Lazy, Not So Frightening Blob
The Blob just sat there
In the middle of the intersection
Quivering
Shaking
Scaring nobody

No one ran away from the Blob
They just gathered and pointed
Angrily honking their horns as they drove around its jellylike mass

A group of kids had gathered
Poking it with sticks
As it sat listless
Uninterested in terrorizes a single person

Days past
It hadn’t moved at all
The police had set up tape and cones around it to keep the public away
Diverting traffic away from it.

Scientist gathered to study it
Taking samples of it for analysis
Trying different things to measure its reaction
They burned it with fire
Sprayed water on it
Nothing seemed to phase it at all

Weeks past
People went about their lives
The scientists had left
A tourist business had blossomed around it
People stopped to pose for pictures with it

Day turned to night
Night turned to day
The Blob remained
Motionless

BAC 10/21/2013