DREADFUL JACK

The bleached white bones of Jack St. Clair,
Are buried beneath the basement stair.
Encased inside a small black box,
With sixteen gold and silver locks.
So why was death his dreaded fate,
In London castle 1808.
At Pony tavern in his care,
He murdered all who ventured there.
And caught he was upon his land,
With all their blood upon his hands.
So hung till dead then chopped up twice,
He now had paid the final price.
Then bleached white bones placed in a box,
And sealed forever with sixteen locks.
Then buried beneath the basement stair,
to keep his soul forever there.

My Heavenly Friends

Angels with me all the time,
This I ask you as I rhyme
Take my toils from this day,
Sooth my soul and wash away
Troubled memories in my thought,
Inside this vessel they now are not
Keep my spirit shinning bright,
As you guide from morn till night.

Corbazito Anzabar 2007

BANTORS CURSE

BANTORS CURSE

Mr. Bantors heartless gloom
Gut wrenching fear in every room
Not many could handle to spend the night
Most would flea due to the fright
Upon the walls come see and look
Chains with razor blades and hooks
Castrate zombies reach for meat
Knowing your their tasty treat
Mr. Bantor spiked your ale
You try to flea and to no avail
Your fear is as it's up most high
Thinking your about to die
Close your eyes and fear the worst
This insane Mr. Bantor curse
Then your realize this horrid fright
Cursed to live this every night
So come and join me, have some wine
Upon your corpse we all shall dine.

Copyright 2006 Mark Christensen

GHOST OF THE VIETNAM MEMORIAL

I can see you standing there,
Looking as you do not care
And what about you do no know,
As your feelings inside grow
I see the wonder in your eyes,
As you begin to realize
Trying to put yourself at rest,
The pounding heart inside your chest
Who is this now that you do see,
For you are looking now at me
What has brought you to my sight,
For I'm a spirit here tonight
I lead you to the marbled wall,
For you to share with one and all
And now you know me from my sight,
I saved you and others on that night
with bombs a blasting everywhere,
I showed to all that I did care
Share the memories no matter the cost,
So all that we did will never be lost
For all my brothers upon this wall,
We died for country one and all.

copyright 2007 Mark Christensen

The Man from Nill

There once was a man from Nill
Who was bent over and I think he is still
He had a brother,two sisters and mother
And sadly I say that there was no other
He had him a strange looking hat
Which he wore on the porch while he sat
His bent over cat so gray and so fine
They ate both together at quarter till nine
He never did travel or go very far
Cause he was so poor and didn't have a car
So on his front porch he did sit
Making clothes of of which he did knit
I saw him bent over while driving on by
And came back to see him and don't even know why
We talked and ate and drank some wine
And I'm so glad I took the time
To meet the man from over the hill
Who was bent over and I think he is still

copyright 2007 Mark Christensen

DEVILS PENNIES

Devils pennies in a pot
Try to touch them I will not
How did they get there on this night
This game it fills me full of fright
The faces on the pennies stare
I see the pain through all the glare
Fright fills me to the brink
I cannot bare to think
They are not pennies in the pot
For these are souls that he has got
They all were fools without a doubt
I now can hear them scream and shout
They played his games upon the land
And played right into his hot hands
Forever to rest inside his pot
As devils pennies scolding hot

copyright 2007 Mark Christensen