Archive for the ‘Mystery’ Category

My Dad was always searching to improve and to understand life.  He wrote this last year.  I truly believe he found his answers.  Please enjoy,

Bruce E. Frost


Who Is Behind the Pen?

Mystery, more mystery’s in store for me it seems.
Who or what is behind the pen or computer keys?
More than that, is someone there just to tease?
Is this real or perhaps a specter from my dreams?

I write, I think I do. My words are twisted round
To read as another line but not the one I’ve said.
It’s all to plain to me, what’s going on is bound
To cause me puzzlement and send me back to bed.

Well, that may not be as easy as one may assume.
I protect my rights, value every word and thought,
Of mine. In my mind, no one should spread doom
Nor twist around what another said or even thought.

But wait ~ I have gone over this writing, top and down.
I’ve twisted it ‘round and ‘round and what I found
Is what I should have realized from the very top.
There is a higher Power that controls the all around,

Each day, each night, the in between, every scene
And, importantly, in my view, one’s every dream.
My God is behind my pen and my computer keys
As I sit and pretend to write, not to tease.
Copyright © 2013 Charles E. Frost
May 17, 2013


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Early Morning Solitude

It is my choice as a fresh new morning arrives, to sit
Alone by my pool of mystery and ponder the day ahead;
What will it bring into my life? I stare as the brook
Above delivers a small steady stream of water into my

Pool of mysteries, which to my mind, in turn delivers
A part of the oncoming day with its own story to tell.
When left alone, timid and quiet, looking lonely and
Bare, it gets upset by storms. It roils and it boils

And may go on a tear, then slowly an’ gently return to
Her norm. My mate and I loved our mystery pool for
That and all the love she gave us in our together years.
Our pool of mystery; we thank ye, for the bondage you

Helped to serve up between us, cemented deep in our
Hearts and our souls.

Copyright © 2013 Charles E. Frost
October 19, 2013

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I’m back. It was quite a vacation I had. Now I have to get together with the little folk to see what they’ve been up to. As I mention them, they appear and seem to be some agitated. I hope they are not bringing problems with them. It is nothing unusual. Nether Folk seem to believe that their place is out front in whatever is going on. I have to admit, with them heading the parade, things most always go well. I guess it is part of their mystery. When it comes to whipping up something unusual or magical, leave it to the Nether Folk. The Little Folk certainly are adept in coming up with the unusual or magical.

As I have said, they seem to believe that if there is something unusual about to happen it is their faction that should start it by being out front. Several of them are standing around looking at boxes on the turf and poking at them with their feet. One of the Little Folk backed away when a box moved suddenly when he got in near proximity to it. That started a conversation and all of the little folk moved quickly to get a bit further away from that area. Well now, is everybody getting nervous over what may be in the boxes that seem to move of their own volition? Is there perhaps animal life in the boxes? Now, one of the Nether Folk moves out in front, leans down and appears to be talking directly to one of the boxes. The box, to which he is speaking to, now opens up and out steps a fancy dressed, unusually tall Nether Folk man holding a musical instrument in his hand. He raises it to his mouth and his cheeks form up like red balloons. A sound emits from it that sounds like a wild screech such as never heard before. All nearby jump and run in fear. Two more blasts are sounded by the strange looking Nether Folk and all goes unearthly quiet. This man, who seems to now take charge of all the others, waves his arms in a circle and like magic, all of the others form up behind him and the Nether Folk march away softly singing.

What a beautiful and unusual way to start a celebration, though of what no one seems to know. I was so excited, I forgot to mention that each and every box contained a Nether Folk person dressed in gold. What a wonderful time we’re having! Do not go away. Something else is about to take place like nothing I have seen before. The very air seems to be getting heavier tho nothing else seems to be changing. As for me, I have the strangest feeling that something is about to happen and it does. Explosions rent the atmosphere around us and everyone is trying to find a place to feel protected. Who knows from what? Suddenly a loud crashing sound seems to envelop the entire area. It comes from the forward part of the ground where most of the Nether Folk had been congregated in a group They have disappeared from view. All there is to see is a large slanted depression that seems to lead deeper into the earth. Where are the Little People, or as we know them, the Nether Folk? There is just a very deep silence. Bare earth is all one can see.

Time seems to be standing still, no changes have taken place for what seems to be, hours. Suddenly there is the sound of chains clanking and what was a slanted cavern of earth is changing into a flat table like a panel rising slowly and smoothly and filling the ugly hole in the earth, but, where are the Nether Folk? Are they lost to us? Will we never see them or hear their sweet music again?

A different voice fills the air now recognizable as that of the Green Man. It has been some time since we saw him last. The Green Man urges all of us to not be upset by anything that may happen. Well, we do know that whenever he appears, strange things do take place.. We shall see. The Green Man is a very friendly person as long as he is not upset. Now he has walked over to talk to a few of the Nether Folk who have called to him.
There appears to be a lot of hand waving between the two men. Under my breath I find myself urging the both of them to remain calm. All has been fine up to this point. I hope nothing goes wrong to upset things. Don’t you? If anyone can do a thing to stir up a fuss it could be the Green Man arguing with The Nether Folk. Stay calm men. All is running smoothly to now. I will be back tomorrow. I am tired.

Here I am once more. I am anxious to see what is going on. There is much milling around amongst the Green Man and the Nether Folk. It is very confusing to me as to what the problem might be. Wait a minute, a real large Leprechaun is pointing toward the Nether Folk group while at the same time talking to the Green Man. It appears that he is telling the Green Man that one of the Nether Folk is to be in charge along with him (him, the Green Man) in whatever is to take place. I hope everything is going to run smoothly. I fear that all this hand waving points to much discord between the parties involved. It now appears that everything is settled to the satisfaction of everyone.

The Green Man, Nether Folk, Leprechaun and some Fairies also, are moving together toward the large panel covering that cavern like hole made in the ground. Now it seems, the Nether Folk are no longer with the others. What is happening? They have disappeared completely.

All of these happenings have my mind going in circles. I must take some time off.

Copyright © Charles E. Frost
January 24, 2013

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Pathways To The Mind

An Ode to the memory may seem to bring
The best of one’s life to eternity.
I’ve tried it but now I find I’m stumped.
Where will I store those secret

Memories of the past, the very long ago,
So that I can recall them at any time.
Where are the “Pathways To The Mind”?
O’ mystery, where are the seers of long ago?

I’ve read books by seers of the old times and
found much of what I wish to know.
Memories of the long ago, important to me now,
Why do you evade me at this time?

Please show me where the “Pathways” lie.
It’s now I take time to stop and think.
I realize, and have always known, our lives
From beginning to end

Are controlled by our God above.
I have writ time and time again, what you’ve
Done or said is gone beyond recall,
But should be a lesson learned.

The pathways are there, our Memories intact to the end.
Our God has provided pathways for a lifetime.
Follow them to the end, climb the Golden Stairs,
The pathways to mysteries unfolded.


Copyright © 2012 Charles E Frost
September 15, 2012

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Here I be, back again with my friends the Nether Folk and others. I will share with my readers all that I know and learn about happenings since our meeting. Are you just as shaken as I am after facing wild horses and autos without drivers? I could write no more after those harrowing experiences. I will try to do better. As I write, the various clans are gathering together. Can’t you hear the clamor of drums and all the other instruments they bring to make us happy and keep us from sleep?

Our friends are wasting no time but I haven’t ever seen them lined up together as they are now. There is no order at all to separate the clans as we know them. Is this meeting going to be a bust for them or for us as spectators? Those words are hardly out than, a miracle is occurring. There are many flashes of light as the clans find their rightful places side by side as clan folk usually do line up. It has been a joy to see how orderly it was accomplished.

The Nether Folk are in front followed by Fairies and Leprechauns. As usual, The Nether Folk drummers and other smaller clans are furnishing the music which is now blaring loudly. The Leprechauns are performing all sorts of crazy tricks as always. The Green Man and his followers are just quietly marching along but never fear you will see them in sort of mischief, I am sure. There is what appears to be, a very long car, like a railroad car following at the end of the parade. I wonder what it contains. This is odd. It has no wheels.

The Nether Folk start off with their usual soft sweet music and wonderful voices in song. It soon turns into blaring music and drum beats that can be heard , I think, for miles away. The Leprechauns now are going in amongst the watchers and trying to get them to do as they do. Some can do things, most cannot compete with the Leprechauns but everyone is having fun. Everyone is very happy and that is what counts. The Green Men have been very quiet today. They have been hanging back by themselves. The Nether Folk are at it again, breaking up into small groups, going in amongst the watchers and trying to get them into the crowd. They appear to be having some success and it seems the watchers are becoming part of the different clans. They have joined the little Folk and the Leprechauns in their fun making and that is better for all. WAIT NOW, that long car with no wheels is moving. How can that be, it has nothing to make it run. It has moved around the circle of watchers. In turn the watchers have moved back away from the car. This is a mystery. Even as it moves forward, it appears to rise off of the ground. As it does one can see what looks like sticks, many in number, moving around and around under the car. The car moves faster and faster and as it does everyone can see that the sticks really are legs and bodies and that the bodies belong to the GREEN MEN. A fantastic feat for feet, eh? Feet yes, but there are keen minds behind all that flesh. I will say tho, I did not realize we had so many Green Men in the area. The car, looks like an old railroad car, perhaps rescued from a junk yard. It has made about ten swings around the cleared area. Everyone on the ground is cheering as it dives slowly. The feet and legs disappear as the car itself does likewise. Mystery o’ Mystery, what will our valiant representatives of the occult do next? I say occult in lieu of a better word.

As one might say, let us wait and see. Here come the Nether Folk in full dress and fashion. The color and make-up of these Little Folk are a miracle in itself. Tall hats with lights that sparkle in the dusky night, short jackets of silver and gold and flared trousers to match. The shoes, I think you can imagine. It was a wonderful sendoff in appreciation for the audience and their attention.

Copyright © Charles E. Frost
August 16, 2012

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