Contemplation©Lyn Crain


Dresden blue water shimmers with each deafening crash
against field gray stones thrust upright to the sky.
Yellow, orange and red streaks boldly flash
appearing to skim the glorious waves crest high.

Cumulus clouds tinted with fire on the horizon
invite me to pause a spell on the ginger sand.
Dreaded silence, haunts me, so alone… not surprising.
Staring off at nothing while thinking, my life is out of hand.

Sooty darkness succumbs, chilling, salty sprays hit me
but will not hinder my compelling desire for seclusion.
The ocean… like ebony black silk with an irresistible plea
come, my dear, your demise is an earthbound illusion.

Life of a Jack o’ Lantern ©Lyn Crain

Hemingway got his whiskey
Poor Edgar got his nightmares
Jane Austin got Mr. Darby
I got grabbed by strangers

Johnny Cash got called Sue.
Judy Garland got a rainbow.
Elvis has impersonators in Vegas.
My insides were ripped out!

The scarecrow wears cool clothes.
The mighty  raven gets to soar.
The evil witches cackle, not me
I got triangles for my eyes and nose.

Halloween they say is the absolute best.
At least, that’s what all the children say.
Not for me, I got really crooked teeth
and a candle burns my skin.  It’s not fair!

Happy Halloween to you and yours
from a black soot covered jack o lantern
sitting on the stone wall alone
who just wants to go home!

Sweet Harmony©LynCrain

Sweet Harmony

©Lyn Crain

Sweet harmony … joy to the world
Dreams, one must have hope
that all flags can wave unfurled
and mankind can find a way to cope.
Sweet harmony… peace on earth
All violence is a thing of the past.
Religions are respected, each has worth
and ethnic differences are not harassed.
Sweet harmony…joy in our world

Ode to John©Lyn and Vic Crain

Ode to John
©Lyn and Vic Crain
exercise in humor
How much time do you waste each day ridding wastes on the porcelain throne
Do you think about the years you’ve spent, or maybe how much you’ve grown?
For the guy this is a reading nook, a place of peace and quiet
For a gal, a quick call or text or maybe the Readers Digest.
At work it’s a place to escape annoying colleagues and of course the boss
It’s a place to decompress and consider your gain and the size of your loss.
At school you might use it to calm nerves before a test, to avoid a bully
Or someone you want to date who scares you, or something else so silly.
On trips you pick your gas stops where you think you might find one so clean
Or where you’ll be safe and not have to deal with boys so surly and mean.
If you have too much whiskey, it’s your sanctuary, a place to kneel and pray
Where no one can see you or hear the promises for the future that you say.
Indeed it is a magic thing, something that can be used for many ends.
Even kitties are now taught to use it, guess they don’t mind the smell it sends.
With the lid down it becomes a seat for a conversation with a shaver,
Or a place against which to brace while a thermometer checks your fever.
On aircraft there are other uses, you know of the Mile High Club?
But no noise lest the knock on the door, aye there’s the rub.
The man who invented this, I hear his name was Crapper.
No puns please, he deserves better, like a song from a famous rapper.
The child, the priest, the banker, the drunk all pay homage to it each day

Light and Darkness©Lyn Crain


Light and Darkness
(Έadrom agus dorchadas)
©Lyn Crain
Once a very dark, dreary world
until the evil spell lifted.
Maybe the bad witch got stiffed
and hopefully, she really curled.Into the underworld far away
so we are blessed with light,
throughout  All Saints day.
All the people will reunite,
happy they missed doomsday.
Wait, did you say ghostly rewrite?

The evil ugly witch must have whiffed
our plan before it came unfurled.
Oh, I feel her black magick swirl
The ghost might help us get uplifted.

Yikes, there must be some kind of a way
Hell knows no fury like a woman’s wrath
Even her black cat ran for the parkway.
Wait, let’s pause, did you do the math.
Let’s play her song, I’ll ask the dejay.
He thinks it is by someone named McGrath.

An bhfuil tu damhsa liom?
Tapadh leat

Irish translation: Would you like to dance? Thank you.

Irish translation for:  Light and Darkness~ eadrom agus dorchadas

Pumpkin and the Blackbird ©Lyn Crain

Pumpkin and the Blackbird

©Lyn Crain

A pumpkin sat on the porch step
wishing he was in the garden.
Blackbird said I beg your pardon
Will I do, I am good for pep.My singing is quite hilarious.
I miss…. my pumpkin friends
Scarecrows says, I am gregarious.
I don’t know, I guess it depends
Our meeting is simply vicarious.
I suppose, we could pretend.

A scarecrow suddenly appears
chuckling at the silly sad song.
Oh, Where do you really belong
my little pumpkin, dry your tears.

Blackbird fly up in the sky
Hurry, before it gets to dark
Be sure to see what is nearby.
I’m sure it was not the park.
Blackbird, squawked his reply.
I’ve found his home, check mark.
La maison d’un homme est son château.
avec jolies citrouilles dans une rangée

A man’s home is his castle,
with pretty pumpkins in a row.

Form is La’Libertas

Whisper My Name © Lyn Crain

Whisper  My Name

© Lyn Crain

Whisper all the things I need to hear with
heartfelt emotions that, show me
I am the one you still adore.
Silence has created this strain
Perhaps, we should clear the air
ending this silence between us, let’s
repair the damage and move on.

My body misses your touch, rain and
your kisses send shivers down my spine.

No one but you makes me feel this way.
answers, will diminish all the questions.
My heart feels so empty without you, please
end this silence between us.

Wolf Moon©LynCrain

Wolf Moon©LynCrain


Shimmers across a darkened sky
that halo around you does not bode well.
All the signs are hard to deny
soon stormy weather, or maybe a white spell.
Those gusty raw winds chill to the bone.
Small animals scurry to cover
before the wolves catch them alone.
Palpable fear seems to hover,
the fittest survive, the weak die.
The laws of nature are not fair,
some will struggle to defy
while others give in to despair.

Love of an Irish Lass © Lyn Crain

Love of an Irish Lass

© Lyn Crain


He bowed his head in silence,
allowing his rattled breath to slow.
Closing his eyes, he could feel
the lively Celtic music flow.He was swept away to days past,
Where her feet moved to and fro.

Oh wee lass, dance for me, I long to
see those ye’s rosy cheeks aglow.

Take me back to those days
Of hornpipes and tapping heel and toe.

Show me again those green Irish eyes
when you paused, and bowed ever so low.

He lowered his head in silence again
cherishing his memories of long ago.

The lovely Irish ballad faded quietly away
and with it the old man’s final deathblow.