Monday, October 31, 2011

The Spider and the Devil

The threads of a spiderweb are hard to see
So unwary prey will be trapped easily
And once entangled they cannot get free
And the spider will feast on them with glee
For there is no one to save them

The threads of iniquity are hard to see
So unwary men will be trapped easily
And once entangled they cannot get free
And the devil would feast on them with glee
But there is Someone to save them

(c) 2011 Jonathan Garner

Thursday, October 20, 2011

The Four Seasons (A Child's Perspective)

 Here is a compilation of all four seasonal pictures and haiku written from a child's perspective. Since it's Fall, I'll start with that season.

 (c) 2011 Jonathan Garner

Monday, October 17, 2011


On a dark and stormy night, everyone in the mansion slept, except Mr. Bates. He entered his niece’s dark room holding a knife.
A tap at the window awoke his niece, and a handsome young man entered, dripping wet. “Has your uncle tried to kill you yet?”
“Not yet.”
The lovers kissed, and simultaneously a shadow stabbed the man in the back.
As the body hit the floor, the young woman cried, “Uncle, why?”
Mr. Bates pointed to the knife clutched in the dead man’s hand. “He did not know I was in the room.”
His niece understood, and fainted.
(c) 2011 Jonathan Garner

Monday, October 10, 2011

The Puppet Master

This poem was also featured on the Holy Worlds Blog.

On a stage, right behind a black curtain
Stood dolls of light incarnate
The puppet master smiled and was certain
That the crowd’s fears would abate
Once they saw each tiny innocent smile
On faces so young and pale
Once the puppets spoke, negating all guile
The story they were to tell
Up went the curtain, there the stage of white
Where angelic voices soared
The crowd enthralled by the children of light
Let past warnings be ignored
The puppet master smiled, whispering words
Watching his child puppets play
In the shadows crept the ones who had heard
And got their task underway
The crowd was smiling, laughing, and crying
The beauty leaving them awed
They did not see, their perception dying
That around them dark things crawled
The shadows kissed their new prey with delight
Fleeing as the curtain fell
The crowd left, a darkness over their sight
Believing that all was well
But in the night, as their hearts beat faster
They woke to a dreadful sound
Caught in the web of the puppet master
Laughter echoed all around

(c) 2011 Jonathan Garner