Archive for October 2015

~~ There’s a Moon Out Tonight ~~   9 comments


There’s a moon out tonight

Fills my eyes with its light

And I’m here.



There are stars out tonight

Make the skies so bright

And you’re there.



The moon and stars light a sky so bright

There is joy and love on this eternal night

They’re together again.



He sat in a hooch in a distant land, cleaning and re-assembling his equipment.  It was quiet except for the occasional loud laugh or expletive from one of the others in the hooch.  He didn’t mind the noise so much because of the brotherhood he shared with them.  Conflict and combat creates bonds between people with whom they would not normally share, but here, in this humid, hot, dirty, jungle hell hole they were all brothers, looking out for and protecting each other, and sharing thoughts and feelings that they would normally hold inside as too private.

Memories of his recent past had been heavy on his mind for days now.  How could life be so unfair.  Their lives had only just begun, their plans and dreams all lay ahead of them…, til that December night.  It seemed as though his life had ended that night when she lay, dying, in his arms at the hospital.  Everything in this world that was most important to him was abruptly cut off when she closed her eyes that final time and that last raspy breath left her.  His beautiful wife, their unborn child, the sweet life and love that they’d shared…, gone with her last heartbeat.  He kept recounting all the moments of their time together from the night they met to those final moments, detailing each second, minute, hour, and day, committing them to memory so as not to lose any part of her.  Quite often, unbid tears would run down from his eyes and the others would just quietly give him space and privacy to mourn, all now knowing his story.  By morning he would be alright, alert and dependable as always.

The new day dawned, grey and wet.  They had orders to report to a new LZ to set up a mobile tower for helicopter traffic control.  He packed his gear and joined his crew walking out to the helipad and they discussed the upcoming job.

A shot rang out from the edge of the trees, about a hundred yards away…, a sniper.  He felt the impact as the bullet entered his left side and slumped to the ground as all strength left him.  There was a bright light in his eyes and through it he saw her walking to him, reaching to take his hand, “Come darlin’.  It’s time to go home now.”  Their hands entwined he rose and followed her into the light.  Then, looking back, he viewed the shell of a body that had served him for 19 years and saluted it with this final thought…, “Mission accomplished, I’m going home”.


For all the brothers (and sisters) who served and never made it back.  This is for you.




~ Solitude ~   4 comments




Tonight I am alone…, not lonely, but just alone.  Sometimes it just feels good to sit in the half light of room with the soft glow of embers and a low flame in the fireplace and listen.  Listen to my thoughts and examine my feelings about them.  Listen to my heart and try to understand what it tells me.  Listen to other voices that visit me, mostly from the past, memories, both good and bad.  Need both of them or how would I know what was good…, or bad.  Sometimes the thoughts get muddles with the feelings of the heart and mixed up with memories.  It’s the quiet of solitude that lets me, helps me break these apart and put them in their proper perspectives.  Life can sometimes become too confusingly complex and the mind…, and body need time to wind down…, to relax…, to figure out what’s important, and what’s just life’s “white noise” and let the noise go.  Time in the solitude…, then sleep can become peaceful, and open itself to our dreams.




Good Night Everybody

…and Peaceful Dreams !


~~ Eternal Love ~~   2 comments



After a long and hectic day

It’s become a quiet, peaceful night

Relaxing in the dark, I find my way

Hidden from the world and all its lights


Travelling backward in time

I’m finding new verse and rhyme

To guide my tired soul and heart

Back to where I began to start

To learn how to feel and care

And lay my inner feelings bare

No one place would I dare to stay

A moving target every day

Until one eve a star so bright

Filled my heart and soul with light

The light of such a burning love

An angel come from up above

Touched me…, such gentleness

A soft embrace, a sweet caress

And left a fire inside of me

A flame that could only be

Eternal love………



Good Night Everybody !



++ All Hallows Eve ~ Halloween ++   5 comments


Had thought not to write anything tonight but came across this online and thought it worth sharin’.  Wouldn’t ya know now that the Celts an’ the Irish would have their fingers deep in the Halloween spirit?  Wouldn’t ya now !!!   images[4]




The Fantasy and Folklore of All Hallows

by Jack Santino

Halloween had its beginnings in an ancient, pre-Christian Celtic festival of the dead. The Celtic peoples, who were once found all over Europe, divided the year by four major holidays. According to their calendar, the year began on a day corresponding to November 1st on our present calendar. The date marked the beginning of winter. Since they were pastoral people, it was a time when cattle and sheep had to be moved to closer pastures and all livestock had to be secured for the winter months. Crops were harvested and stored. The date marked both an ending and a beginning in an eternal cycle.

The festival observed at this time was called Samhain (pronounced Sah-ween). It was the biggest and most significant holiday of the Celtic year. The Celts believed that at the time of Samhain, more so than any other time of the year, the ghosts of the dead were able to mingle with the living, because at Samhain the souls of those who had died during the year traveled into the otherworld. People gathered to sacrifice animals, fruits, and vegetables. They also lit bonfires in honor of the dead, to aid them on their journey, and to keep them away from the living. On that day all manner of beings were abroad: ghosts, fairies, and demons–all part of the dark and dread.

Samhain became the Halloween we are familiar with when Christian missionaries attempted to change the religious practices of the Celtic people. In the early centuries of the first millennium A.D., before missionaries such as St. Patrick and St. Columcille converted them to Christianity, the Celts practiced an elaborate religion through their priestly caste, the Druids, who were priests, poets, scientists and scholars all at once. As religious leaders, ritual specialists, and bearers of learning, the Druids were not unlike the very missionaries and monks who were to Christianize their people and brand them evil devil worshippers.

As a result of their efforts to wipe out “pagan” holidays, such as Samhain, the Christians succeeded in effecting major transformations in it. In 601 A.D. Pope Gregory the First issued a now famous edict to his missionaries concerning the native beliefs and customs of the peoples he hoped to convert. Rather than try to obliterate native peoples’ customs and beliefs, the pope instructed his missionaries to use them: if a group of people worshipped a tree, rather than cut it down, he advised them to consecrate it to Christ and allow its continued worship.

In terms of spreading Christianity, this was a brilliant concept and it became a basic approach used in Catholic missionary work. Church holy days were purposely set to coincide with native holy days. Christmas, for instance, was assigned the arbitrary date of December 25th because it corresponded with the mid-winter celebration of many peoples. Likewise, St. John’s Day was set on the summer solstice.

Samhain, with its emphasis on the supernatural, was decidedly pagan. While missionaries identified their holy days with those observed by the Celts, they branded the earlier religion’s supernatural deities as evil, and associated them with the devil. As representatives of the rival religion, Druids were considered evil worshippers of devilish or demonic gods and spirits. The Celtic underworld inevitably became identified with the Christian Hell.

The effects of this policy were to diminish but not totally eradicate the beliefs in the traditional gods. Celtic belief in supernatural creatures persisted, while the church made deliberate attempts to define them as being not merely dangerous, but malicious. Followers of the old religion went into hiding and were branded as witches.


The Christian feast of All Saints was assigned to November 1st. The day honored every Christian saint, especially those that did not otherwise have a special day devoted to them. This feast day was meant to substitute for Samhain, to draw the devotion of the Celtic peoples, and, finally, to replace it forever. That did not happen, but the traditional Celtic deities diminished in status, becoming fairies or leprechauns of more recent traditions.

The old beliefs associated with Samhain never died out entirely. The powerful symbolism of the traveling dead was too strong, and perhaps too basic to the human psyche, to be satisfied with the new, more abstract Catholic feast honoring saints. Recognizing that something that would subsume the original energy of Samhain was necessary, the church tried again to supplant it with a Christian feast day in the 9th century. This time it established November 2nd as All Souls Day–a day when the living prayed for the souls of all the dead. But, once again, the practice of retaining traditional customs while attempting to redefine them had a sustaining effect: the traditional beliefs and customs lived on, in new guises.

All Saints Day, otherwise known as All Hallows (hallowed means sanctified or holy), continued the ancient Celtic traditions. The evening prior to the day was the time of the most intense activity, both human and supernatural. People continued to celebrate All Hallows Eve as a time of the wandering dead, but the supernatural beings were now thought to be evil. The folk continued to propitiate those spirits (and their masked impersonators) by setting out gifts of food and drink. Subsequently, All Hallows Eve became Hallow Evening, which became Hallowe’en–an ancient Celtic, pre-Christian New Year’s Day in contemporary dress.

Many supernatural creatures became associated with All Hallows. In Ireland fairies were numbered among the legendary creatures who roamed on Halloween.

In old England cakes were made for the wandering souls, and people went “a’ soulin'” for these “soul cakes.” Halloween, a time of magic, also became a day of divination, with a host of magical beliefs: for instance, if persons hold a mirror on Halloween and walk backwards down the stairs to the basement, the face that appears in the mirror will be their next lover.

Virtually all present Halloween traditions can be traced to the ancient Celtic day of the dead. Halloween is a holiday of many mysterious customs, but each one has a history, or at least a story behind it. The wearing of costumes, for instance, and roaming from door to door demanding treats can be traced to the Celtic period and the first few centuries of the Christian era, when it was thought that the souls of the dead were out and around, along with fairies, witches, and demons. Offerings of food and drink were left out to placate them. As the centuries wore on, people began dressing like these dreadful creatures, performing antics in exchange for food and drink. This practice is called mumming, from which the practice of trick-or-treating evolved. To this day, witches, ghosts, and skeleton figures of the dead are among the favorite disguises. Halloween also retains some features that harken back to the original harvest holiday of Samhain, such as the customs of bobbing for apples and carving vegetables, as well as the fruits, nuts, and spices cider associated with the day.

Today Halloween is becoming once again an adult holiday or masquerade, like mardi Gras. Men and women in every disguise imaginable are taking to the streets of big American cities and parading past grinningly carved, candlelit jack o’lanterns, re- enacting customs with a lengthy pedigree. Their masked antics challenge, mock, tease, and appease the dread forces of the night, of the soul, and of the otherworld that becomes our world on this night of reversible possibilities, inverted roles, and transcendency. In so doing, they are reaffirming death and its place as a part of life in an exhilarating celebration of a holy and magic evening.









Secretly, hidden in the side of a hill

She chants o’er a boiling cauldron

With a voice that’s evil and shrill

She evokes no warmth, not even a smile

Darkness abides around her for miles

 Into the cauldron she puts fear and fright

To be cast at us all on Halloween night

Will visit each neighborhood til the night ends

With ghosts, and goblins, and all of her friends








~~ A Beautiful Evening ~~   3 comments




Night comes softly. red gold fades to purple, then gray

The gentle breeze stills and the quiet signals the end of day.

Serenity has settled over the island and the bay

A silvery moon peeks over the horizon through the trees

One-by-one stars look to find their faces in the sea

Another beautiful evening….., just you and me.




Good Night Everybody !!!






Posted October 5, 2015 by PapaBear in Experiences, Memories, Personal, Poetry

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~~ A Love Story * (of sorts)   2 comments


A Love Story

(of sorts !!!)


I will seek and find you.

I shall take you to bed

and have my way with you.


I will make you ache, shake and sweat until you moan and groan.

I will make you beg for mercy, and beg for me to stop.

I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I’m finished with you.

And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.


All my love,

The Flu