The Tudor Dynasty

The whole fate of England hangs in the balance,

King Henry the VII is coming he is very valiant,

Margaret Beaufort finally has her prayers answered,

Her son becomes king because he lived and served,

According to her it was all in God's plan,

And now all the traitors are explicitly banned,

From the court and the life they once knew,

Some heads will be chopped peace will rule,

But to venture near the crown puts one in peril,

And his reign will be held like wine in a barrel,

Maybe he was mad like his forefathers before him,

With the strain of it all his sanity slowly dimming,

Because he swears that there are so many,

Plotting to take his reign for a single penny,

He will never know peace in his own mind,

For the death of two princes at his hand, was he blind?

The one thing he knows he has found a good wife,

In her he finds the one thing he has never had in life,

And as a result a solid relationship blooms,

Out of a marriage that everybody says was doomed,

He finds the peace that he seeks in his new queen,

She loves him and guides him to Margaret's chagrin,

He has been on the run and hiding through life,

And finally he can stop and enjoy his new wife,

And Elizabeth plays her part as queen to the hilt,

And together the Tudor Dynasty is finally built,

But if you think the throne is finally secure,

The madness is just starting waiting for more,

Their son Henry the VIII is standing in line,

And his reign will be madness a sure sign,

He will never have a son to secure the throne,

And finally a female will rule on her own.

The House on the Hill

There stands a faded mansion on the edge of town on a hill,
A forlorn branch from a forlorn tree scrapes the window sill,
The front porch has seen better days the paint is all chipped,
And any past time of elegance, time has severely stripped,

The shutters that once hung so pretty are hanging all askew,
And the metal roof is rusty but was beautiful when it was new,
Today it's just an abandoned house that has seen better days,
And on this Halloween night listen closely to what I have to say,

Every house that has ever been built tends to have a tale,
This one is no different so listen closely as I regale,
The story of this house that has seen much better times,
Gather round and listen as the midnight hour chimes,

The garden paths are obliterated, age has done its job,
Listen very closely now you may still hear her sob,
A lovely lady owned this place and lost everything,
On that stormy night when her husband went missing,

A vengeful sea, hungry for every last ship in its sight,
Took this lady's captain away without even a fight,
They say she died from the grief of it all and still to this day,
If you listen you can hear her crying that's what the townsfolk say,

They also say if you sit quietly you may see her float by,
Moaning and crying to herself her hands held up to the sky,
Cursing the gods and lamenting about a heart that never heals,
Another time another place her sorrow she will make you feel,

All of the love that she felt for her man, her one and only love,
And if you approach the front porch you may get a little shove,
Such a sad tale with such a sad end leaves scars that still abide,
And when you hear her mourning you could think she's still alive,

But that is not to be this night we have not heard a single cry,
Look right there do you see what I see?  She is floating right on by,
And look even further there is another ghost calling for her to come,
She is floating happily forward to that ghost, do hear the drums?

As she approaches the other ghost gives her such a courtly bow,
And she flings her spirit into him I cant believe its happening now,
They are re-united on this Halloween night right before our eyes,
And now this quiet little town will no longer have to suffer her cries.

New owners at last are working so hard to make it look brand new,
But even they say that now that she's gone the place still feels a little blue,
And they say that they still sometimes see the captain and his wife,
They are reunited at last and still in love, in death as they were in life.

Halloween Night

Halloween can be an eerily creepy night,

Filled with things to make you die of fright,

The kids trick or treat  totally unaware,

Of the nightly things going on screaming beware,

They do not see the bat waiting to change,

into a blood thirsty creature seeking a vein,

Nor do they see the ghosts looking around,

for a place to haunt that isn't hallowed ground,

They knock on all the doors hoping for a treat,

While the world all around sounds the retreat,

For the creepy crawlies coming out of the earth,

Or the zombies crying out loud for a re-birth,

Parents watch your children as fate is riding high,
They disappear like magic, in the blink of an eye,

A witch could sweep down from the sky riding on a broom,

And grab a child so quickly with just a little room, 

The kids will never see the danger coming right for them,
That is your job as parents-keep them safe from mayhem,
Kids are so excited and they do not see the tolls,

Of The price they may have to pay on this night of old souls.

No Other

No other love would stand the test of time, 
No other love would feel so sublime, 
No other love would be so strong, 
No other love would last so long, 
No other love could hit you like a long shot,
No other love could burn so bright, so hot, 
No other love could forgive past mistakes, 
No other love could heal heartaches, 
No other love would make you feel this great, 
No other love would anticipate a first date, 
No other love would be so carefree, so wild, 
No other love-except the love between a mother and a child.

Thinking of Tomorrow

What is wrong with this world today?,
People always worry what their neighbors say,
They always compete to keep up with the Jones,
And along the way they cast the stones,
That somehow always come back to haunt them,
They should act like each day is a precious gem,
A gem that a higher power has bestowed,
So they could have a chance to know,
The happiness that true friends can bring,
Instead they walk around like they're missing something,
And when the answer rings loud and clear,
They hang they're heads and pretend not to hear,
For a valuable lesson they have learned,
It is better to love than for hatred to burn,
and when they begin this new life with love,
all of the problems they will rise above!

Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder what my life could be, 
Sometimes I wonder about life's uncertainty, 
Sometimes I think I'm a know it all, 
And Sometimes I think i missed the call, 
Sometimes happens more often than not, 
Sometimes be grateful for your lot, 
Sometimes life cant go your way, 
And when you think they wont, they may, 
So Sometimes when you think life is hard, 
Or that your life has dealt you not a card, 
Sometimes think of the people who care, 
Sometimes you'll see you get more than your share. 
Sometimes think of a butterfly on the wind, 
Sometimes think of the beauty that's within, 
And sometimes you will soon come to see, 
That this is what life is supposed to be. 

The Curb Jumper

How did that curb jump up in front of me?
And make me fall flat most unbecomingly,
A broken foot is the battle wound needing to mend,
To the hospital in an ambulance I did not intend,
So here I am now sitting my foot in a boot,
Lifted up from the floor the pain finally moot,
My knees are all scraped and continue to burn,
My ego is deflated my pride stubbornly torn,
An embarrasing act with too many witnesses,
Co-workers and bosses laughing at my fitness,
Well not really laughing and definitely concerned,
They came right through for me undeterred,
I can honestly say my name should be grace,
Maybe somehow that could help me save face,
One thing I know for sure most definitely,
I will stay away from that curb indefinitly,
So to the rear of the building with no curb to bite me,
I will park there and walk there and stay upright and see,
Who is the next person that curb will bite,
Not me for sure I will stay out of it's sight.