Into The Fall

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2015

INTO THE FALL

Crisp leaves crack beneath my feet;

My breath can be seen, as my heart is keeping beat.

Oh, and the newness of fresh air, driving from the north;

It's the shift of season coming, nature moving forth!

As the leaves start to fall, the breeze against my face;

Been through this before, I defiantly know my place.

A chill clenches to skin, as Goosebumps start to rise;

It's just a taste of what's to come, Winter in disguise.

As memory reflects back, on holidays of the past;

Can we generate a new experience, will the old one's last?

And, I so much wish to share, this very moment with you;

Caress my words with vision, and make our visit true...

It's arrival, like a clock on-time, Nature's calendar set;

I smile toward bright sun today, for soon be snow and wet.

And people seem to bustle, at this time of year;

Shopping for things for Loved ones, on a midday clear.

And smiles are in abundance, from a stranger to a friend;

Your handshake may be gloved, but good joy we do send!

The Squirrels and critters scurry, their dance amongst the trees;

The floral is rustic, "Hey, where are all the bees?"

Scavenging for nuts, before vapor turns to frost;

Hope they remember where they put them, hope they don't get lost!

Childhood comes to mind, ah Thanksgiving...the food;

Puts every boy and girl in us, back in a heartfelt mood.

Long lost beginnings, can you sense them like me;

When life seemed like fantasy and life was full of glee?

So, cherish these moments, and have yourself a ball;

With renewal, and our blessings, Into The Fall!

Kirk Carter

11/24/2015

Sacrifice

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2015

SACRIFICE

Taking what I want, taking what I need;

My selfish appetite, my intended greed!

And yes it did continue, all my needs came first;

The more the better so I thought, so much unlimited thirst.

And then one day, everything fell down;

There wasn't a giving person anywhere around.

Looking for givers, the roster was bare;

No one around that seemed to really care.

I called for God, but he was preoccupied;

My one vestige of hope, I curled up and cried!

Finally looking in myself, I turned things around;

God saw my efforts, my feet were on the ground.

And he told me of giving, putting forth for common good;

Helping others first, just like it always should.

Slowly things put forth, were suddenly gifted back;

Unprovoked as a showing, found goodies in my sack!

Many, many times what I did. all came back to me;

Everyone is happy, it's fairly plain to see!

So, it does pay off, when you do something nice;

How rewarding the effort, in a little Sacrifice...

The Bridge To Bliss

 Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2015

 

 

 

 

THE BRIDGE TO BLISS

 

 

 

I saw you from a distance, reflected wet surface below;

Guess you must serve a purpose, something God would only know.

 

So, just what are you doing here, daring me to cross;

You sure look alluring, I must admit, my words were at a loss.

 

Purpose without equation, deep meaning to crossing streams;

Is this a new beginning, could this be what it seems?

 

I started walking circles, pondering to scratch my head;

Trying to figure out what to do, where would I make my bed?"

 

Things weren't changing over here, what's really over there;

A new type of existence, is it really worth the dare?

 

I said a prayer, taking first step, stepping stones that paved the way;

Onto the bridge, I progressed, I thought, "This will probably take all day!"

 

At midway point, I stopped for a look, at the flowing brook below;

I could have jumped off in a second, no one would ever know!

 

So, forward I continued, as curiosity drew me near;

I felt so at peace right then, no trace of fright or fear.

 

And finally I reached that last step, landing firmly on solid ground;

"What did I just do", I thought, "Maybe I should turn around?"

 

Then suddenly a feeling came over me, a voice came in the air;

"New life for you my son", I heard, "New Love for you to share!"

 

And there before me she stood, so beautiful...just like a dream;

She said, "I crossed the bridge too, we are his chosen team."

 

I reached and touched her hand, then caressed her face;

Only God could have brought us together, in such a lovely place.

 

She smiled in agreement, as we held an extended kiss; 

We both made the trek, God kept his promise,

We both crossed the Bridge To Bliss!

 

 

 

Kirk Carter

November 9, 2015

 



The Pumpkin That Saved Halloween

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2015

THE PUMPKIN THAT SAVED HALLOWEEN

Farmer Jim spent a good part of his life farming crops down in Waco, Texas.

Although he raised mostly beans, corn, and a wide variety of vegetables. 

His biggest thrill was when he got around to putting in his fall crop around late summer.

Pumpkins were his speciality, and competition-sized jumbo pumpkins was his pride and joy!

Having settled for third and fourth place several times, he was sure that this time he could eventually beat old Farmer Bob from just down the road.

Bob was a 3 time winner, and placed 1st place with every attempt.

Farmer Jim could only hope that this year he would hold the coveted Texas State Fair Blue Ribbon. He prayed that it would be his turn.

Soon enough, it was the beginning of October and Farmer Jim had already picked out the biggest pumpkin out of his harem of orange monsters.

After loading several dozen smaller pumpkins for the Children's Orphanage to carve out for Halloween, he worked on the dilemma of getting the giant pumpkin loaded, too!

Getting it onto the back lip of the truck required the use his old tractor.

As he placed it onto the back bed, you could hear the creak and strain of the suspension as it accepted the load. At this point, he had no idea how much it weighed, he just knew it just had to be a competitor for "Best In Show!"

As he got to the fair, he immediately spotted Farmer Jim with his chromed out Silverado with it's own matching pumpkin tractor. Farmer Jim could only grimace as he had to use the utility rental supplied by the fair.

They both took their prized loads to the official Pumpkin Inspection Station for check-in and verification. This was important as some contestants would cut the bottoms out and place extra weight in the cavities to cheat the scale.

Hours would pass, but finally the weigh-in was underway. Farmer Brown from Tyler weighed in his pumpkin at 824 pounds. Then came Farmer Jim, with fingers crossed...his came in at

843 pounds. Jim was feeling confidant, but now for Farmer Bob's entry.

The three time winner smiled as the scale show a perfect 845 pounds.

Jim could only look at the ground, shaking his head in disappointment.

"A measly two pounds...how could this be?", he thought.

Farmer Bob chuckled back, "Got ya again boy...better luck next time!"

As Jim loaded his 2nd place pumpkin back on the end of the truck, he still stopped and thanked God for the $250 dollar cash prize which he already decided to donate to the orphanage, along with the other 24 pumpkins cradled in the front of the bed, he headed onto the road toward the orphanage.

As he rounded a tree line curb, approaching an old country intersection, complete with yellow blinking lights and 4-way stop signs, he slowed up to look both ways.

Suddenly, a truck load of intoxicated country boys who were also coming from the fair, caught up to Farmer Jim's overloaded truck.

Not seeing the blinking yellow lights, nor the truck in time, they plowed full speed into the back of Jim's truck. The force was fully absorbed by the giant pumpkin dangling on the truck's edge.

The pumpkin exploded, sparing the drunkards, Jim, and the 24 small pumpkins to it's front.

As the driver was lead away to jail, Farmer Jim realized that his truck was just fine. Gazing around the road, seeing only tiny pieces of what was left of his giant monster.

He thought, "It sacrificed itself, it gave it's life for the good of others...it was truly a blessing, a winner after all!"

As he pulled into the orphanage, he could see the kids screaming and waving as he approached.

Handing out the pumpkins, he soon saw Sister Ann. Giving her a big hug and the check for 

2nd place, they settled in for pie and coffee.

After he told her of how his giant pumpkin saved the day Sister Ann replied, 

"Truly amazing...It's the pumpkin that saved Halloween!"

May you all be thankful and truly blessed, Happy Halloween...

Kirk Carter

October 31, 2015

Finding Higher Power

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2015

FINDING HIGHER POWER

A search of conclusion, to what guides us a along;

The resolve to resolution, it is the Commoner's song.

Look deep within, your soul seeks to find;

Give it a moment...it will depend, look deep within your mind.

All told, your soul will look to Sacred intenty;

Be that bold, hold your focus, your promise for infinity.

Time will pass as surroundings change, you'll soon see;

Looking up as things rearrange, the better you will be!

Find your purpose, your reason, to why you must coexist;

It will hit you like snow out of season, dry day with Autumn mist.

State your need for direction, as you bare all of yourself;

Your spirit will show affection, as you gain in Spiritual wealth.

And before you know it, it will occur, minute to the hour;

A vibrant feeling in just a blur, you've found your Higher Power!

Kirk Carter

October 30, 2015

Bottle On The Wall

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2015

BOTTLE ON THE WALL

Coming home with my first date, she saw this bottle on the wall;

Just sitting by itself, on it's on little shelf, weirdest thing she ever saw.

The bottle was empty, nothing in it, some cobwebs around the neck;

I just said, "It reminds me of a time when I was a total social wreck!"

"But why keep it", she said, "Doesn't it make you want to do it again?"

"No my Dear", I responded, "Just reminds me when I was full of sin!"

The evening wore on, she beat me at Scrabble, as the lemonade tampered down;

And I was beginning to wonder...should we do another round?

But, suddenly she began to carress me, so pleasant to say for sure;

"Can't believe you had these problems, your thoughts just seem so pure!"

"I chuckled, "If you could see the leaves, of this old tarnished book,",

"You might have had second thoughts, might not have taken a look..."

As the night progressed, we got frisky, sans whiskey, very very nice;

I felt her in my arms as we blended, my cherished sugar and spice.

So, finally the morning came, we showered, getting ready for the day;

We enjoyed each other's company, there wasn't very much to say.

Making our way up the hallway, she touched the bottle, my make shift shrine;

"So, by giving up this, you gave me a kiss, for that I'll make you mine!"

"Promises my sweet", I said, "Promises make me feel tall!"

And if I ever question what could have been, I just look to the Bottle On The Wall!

Kirk Carter

October  29, 2015

Red Leaf

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2015

RED LEAF

Walking along a well worn path, I saw a leaf a leaf so bright with colors;

Many leaves I had seen, it seemed so different than the others.

A deep red pronouncement, contrasted hues, so iridescent it glowed;

Where it came from, just one tree, figured no one really knows?

But, I thought, "What travels, the time it took from seed to final rest;

It might have been a hundred years, it survived Mother Nature's test!"

Oh my friend, I feel I know you, so brilliant you speak to me;

You may be another leaf to others, but myself in you I see.

Thinking of the work you did, collecting sunlight with leafy others;

You worked together for the sake of the tree, the unity of focused brothers.

But, you seemed to have worked much harder, your brilliance shows so bright;

You could have been just average, for perfection one must fight!

I thought, "Much like people, we put to task our life long work;

We separate through focused indifference, our focus makes us perk!"

Singular conclusion, to all illusion, no simple path for those that shine;

I see your glow, for all to know, so similar yours and mine.

So I pick you up, your memory I'll keep, in Spirit I carry belief;

That my life will carry importance and full of promise,

like you my special Red Leaf!

Kirk Carter

October 27, 2015