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LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


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10 Things to Eat Instead of Red Meat

Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef

Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart

Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats

Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps
With
Tacos

Try
Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers

With Stir-fry
Try Fried tofu
With lasagna
Try Eggplant slices

With salad
Try tuna or broiled egg
With Breakfast
Try turkey or soy links

With Casserole
Try lentils and rice
With Chili
Try beans (canned or dried)

With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus

4142013


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


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My Darkest Childhood Memory-w

( This is a fictional write)


I was a short skinny seven year old boy growing in a town
Believed in fantasies of scary boogie to jolly old red man.
When dad took to see Santa, was worried about naughty list.
On Christmas Eve I went to bed early full with excitement.

Then heard a strange sound coming from the living room
Saw parents carrying toys placing them under the tree.
Returned to bed and where I silently cried myself to sleep.
As if was not enough heard the voices of parents fighting.

Saw Christmas tree torn, toys scattered and dad leaving.
Felt rejection, loneliness, physical and emotional abuse
It was awful and bitterly engrained still in my memory.
When the troubles come, come not single but in battalion.

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Sixth place win in:
Contest: My darkest childhood Memory sponsored by Walayee Whitlock


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The Saddest Christmas I Remember

Love is a season
And holidays mark the seasons, like signs in the road
Reflecting the bumps in our journey, but showing us a way back home...

Sixteen, in pajamas, watching the rain pelt down
It was long past midnight, Christmas eve
Twinkling lights on one house across the road, stared back at me
It was if they were trying to fill our void with color
The block was filled with a hundred black windows
And the blackness somehow seemed more appropriate  
There was no Christmas tree in our house this year
I suppose Dad felt it was too soon, or perhaps just the effort to get through each day
                                                                            had taken all the strength he had...
We had stayed up and watched a Christmas program together...
It was Perry Como, I think....somehow I remember how he sang "Ava Maria"...

My brother had come home from the Air Force earlier that week
He had helped bring us a bit of cheer....at least for awhile...
but he had been called back to duty, and I missed him terribly...

The house was silent after Dad had gone to bed
I wasn't sleepy....and it was lonely looking out at the cold night
It seemed the whole world was sleeping, 
                                 getting ready for the sun to shine on Christmas morning...

I started to head for bed, but noticed a light had been left on in the front coat closet
I opened the door, and looking up, to pull the chain, I noticed the box...
   The little box that kept the sugar cube house
It was one that Mom and I had made together when I was 8 years old... 
         Little sugar cubes stacked into walls and a roof, glued together with red frosting.
We had copied one out of her Ladies' Home Journal....surrounding it with little trees, and 
people skating on a mirror for a pond, things we had found at the 5 and 10 cent store
Carefully packed away last year, on Mom's last Christmas....

Throughout the night, I sat in the dimness of the house, laying out the sugary scene on the 
fireplace mantel....as Mom would have done .

When the freckled morning moved into day...
I woke on the sofa...Dad sitting next to me.  He had covered me with a warm blanket.
He held me and we cried together.
After breakfast....he disappeared outside, and soon came in carrying a sorry looking branch 
from our old evergreen tree.
We decorated that bedraggled branch...it wasn't the most beautiful tree we had ever had
But it brought Christmas back to my family...


For Constance La France's contest "Your Saddest Christmas Ever"
Carrie Richards


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A Single Leaf Out of A Tree

A single leaf, 
Falls out of a tree above me,
 As it twist and turn, 
The wind blows it in my direction, 
It symbolizes the ending point of my 
struggles and all my pain, 
It tells me that they twist and turn, 
But never remain, 
It takes a sudden fall next to me, 
But why? 
It symbolizes the thought of being 
alone, 
It tells me that someone is always 
by my side, 
As I write, 
The leaf flies away, 
As if it had a huge success in 
incouragement, 
Nature communicates with us in 
many ways, 
Not with words, 
But with a single leaf out of a tree.


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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.


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NO SANTA CLAUS

NO SANTA CLAUS?

Brother Billy told him,
“Aint no Santa Claus”
Timmy didn’t want to believe his sibling
Just the very name of Santa was magic –
Santa Claus
Those fur-lined endings
Anta
Aus
The colorful red suit
Splendid black boots
Wide leather belt
And that snowball on top of his hat
“Delivers presents to the world?” scoffed Brother Billy
“Aint no way!”
But Timmy, at Christmas time, didn’t think with his head
Timmy thought with a child’s imagination
And the season gathered his conscious round with colors,
    music and sweetness
Mom and, especially, dad didn’t object to Billy’s scolding
“Timmy    after all    is old enough now” dad advised mom
“I’m never putting on that damn suit again!”

Timmy thought and thought 
Couldn’t sleep that Christmas Eve night for thinking
He positioned himself on the seat at the big bay window in
    his room    wrapped in a blanket    knees up to his 
    shoulders    and    watched the moon
Watched till his eyelids began to droop
No Santa
Mom found him asleep around 1:00 a.m.
She and dad had been busy wrapping presents
She    lovingly    picked him up and put him to bed with 
   Growl    his big stuffed bear

Around 2:30 a.m. – mom had been thinking and thinking
    just like Timmy – mom checked to see if dad was asleep
Then!    grabbing the jingle bells from under the tree
She climbed the stairs to Timmy’s room    opened the door
    a crack    looked around    as though anticipating escape
Then!    with a joyful smile    shook the bells vigorously!    

                      
 
 

   

                      
 
 


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Christmas Eve from Mouse's Viewpoint

It’s Christmas Eve and through the house There creeps a curious little mouse. He climbs into the big arm chair And finds the cookies waiting there. He only takes the smallest bite. Santa will find his treat tonight. He gazes with wonder at the tree And the bright wrapped gifts left there to be A mystery tale to tell his spouse, When he gets home, this curious mouse. What an adventure it has been, He has drunk of some spilled over gin, That had been left upon the table. His wife will think it is a fable He has concocted to amuse her. She is home-bound, we must excuse her. He once came home all out of breath To say he had been scared to death By a huge rat with fluffy tail. She noticed he was very pale. “While I was nibbling off some cheese To bring to you, my love, to please. He almost had me in his paws. I’m sure he wasn’t Santa Claus”. But this night is so very quiet. He spies some fruitcake, has to try it. It reminds him of that sip of gin And wonders if his head will spin. He hears a noise, runs for his life, Carrying fruitcake for his wife. Christmas morning, spread before their eyes For the baby mice, a grand surprise. Their mama had fixed a Christmas meal From food their dad managed to steal. A bit of butter, a glob of jam And a fairly good-sized piece of ham. Bread crumbs saved from other forays. They had enough to eat for days. Those little mice would never waste it. If they didn’t like it they’d still taste it. This food their mamma set before them, Their dad risked his life to get it for them.


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Christmas without you

The first of many Christmas's will come without you here
I know it is the happiest time of the year
But not for our family will it be that way
For you wont be there that day

You wont be in your chair watching the kids play with thier toys
You wont be saying hay come here boys
Grandpa has a special gift just for you
An then say the same thing to the girls too

As you hug each one tight as you hand it to them
each one specialy picked as if they where rare gems
Everyone will be missing your smile
An I know it will be that way for quite a while


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Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.


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A saddened christmas

Wake in the morning
running down the stairs to see
Heart sinks to the ground
father is not here today
my family is not complete


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Please Bring Daddy Home

Alyssa was only five
Went to the mall with her mom, too.
It was just a short drive.
She wanted to buy something new.

Santa was sitting in his chair
She had a letter for him that night
Alyssa walked up to say hello
Got on his lap and held on tight

Santa said, "What is that in your hand?"
Alyssa replied, "A letter for only you."
"Please don't read it, til we are through."
Alyssa had to have her picture taken, too.

As she walked away,  Santa had to take a break.
Went to the back of the store, ate some cookies
That Mrs. Santa, made for him she just had to bake

Dear Santa,
Christmas will soon be here
My only wish is you bring daddy home
Don't want daddy spending Christmas alone
You see Santa, daddy was sent over sea
So he could fight for mommy and me
Even if its for a little while
I promise I will be a good child, too
Please make my wish come true

By the time he read it,
Tears were running down his face
That little girl, in the back of his mind
He just couldn't erase.

Christmas was finally here
Alyssa ran down to the tree
Nowhere in the house
Did her daddy she see
She was disappointed, as can be
Said, "All I wanted was daddy
To be here with me."

All of a sudden, she heard a noise
She turned around, there daddy stood.
Alyssa screamed, "I knew Santa could."
"He brought you home to me, like he should."

For you that believe there is no Santa
You may want to change your mind, too
For Alyssa believed in him,
Thats why her wish came true.


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Dear God

Dear God, If I could have a Christmas wish It would be of a selfless gift. A wish full of love, hope and faith. That one day my dad is saved. His lungs are shutting down by the day And his liver is toast you see. His skin is a yellowish color And he has lost a lot of weight. I understand he did this to himself, But please lord I need your help. Surrounded by candles on this night He is too weak to continue to fight. I can see the pain in his eyes. The look of hopelessness he is trying to hide. Please lord do you hear my cry? For my dad to survive, If I could have a Christmas wish It would be for my dad to live.


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The Best Christmas Present That I've Ever Received

For the last two Christmases, I have grieved.
But in 2012 my friend gave me the best Christmas present that I've ever received.
She gave me a ride to Sneedville so that I could spend Christmas with Mom and Dad.
I was a very fortunate person but sadly, just several months later I lost what I had.
I had no idea that within a matter of months that both Mom and Dad would both be dead.
I spent the last Christmas with my parents, there would be no Christmases ahead.
If Tammy hadn't given me that ride, I wouldn't have been able to be with Mom and Dad on Christmas.
This time of the year is no longer easy for me because what happened filled my heart with darkness.


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christmas wish

Our friendship started when I could barely speak. We have been through hell and back again. You gave me everything I needed to live. You gave me love when no one else did. You picked me up when I stumbled and fell. You were there to catch my tears when I'd cry You were there to hug me tight. The time has come to pay you back. I am here to take care of you dad. I guess all the drinks have caught up with you now. Your lungs are shutting down, Your liver is toast, You are suffering and I feel at a loss to help. I hate seeing you so weak and frail. If I had a wish to make It would be for no material thing. nor would it be anything for me. My Christmas wish is for you to live. For you to get your liver transplant. Your days are numbered and you are getting worse. Just know that I am praying hard for you. I am looking for a miracle this Christmas day And hopefully god hears my prayers.


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Will Daddy Be Home for Christmas

Dear diary,
Earlier I asked Mommy when Daddy would return,
And she simply smiled, "Soon, Little Bird."
But when I left the room, I could hear Mommy crying,
Then fell to her knees and prayed to the higher world.

No one will tell me why Daddy hasn't come back yet,
Won't he be back here for Christmas Eve?
I walked back down and peered around the corner,
Watching as Mommy cried and turned to leave.

Why won't they tell me anything, I'm desperate to know,
I don't know if I can open any gifts without my Daddy there.
Taking pictures to savour the memories, he was always present,
But as I drift off tonight, I wonder why he isn't here.

The next day, Mommy held a note in her hand,
"The funeral is scheduled for December twenty-first."
I went up and asked Mommy "What is that for?"
But I was not prepared for the worst.

Now, he will not talk to me anymore,
He won't be here for Christmas another year.
Now, he is on my list to Santa,
But I know something that dear

Can't come back.

I miss you Daddy.


Details | Cowboy | |

Blue Moon Christmas (continued)

But she would not even read it – she knew what lay within—
A red rage toward her country now the fire that was her friend.
Yet just a few days later on a now black Christmas Eve—
Another knock was heard from a cowboy come home on leave.

And Jim Blue Moon stood on the porch with presents in one arm,
A proof against dark forces wishing all of us great harm. 
He said like Twain, news of his death was exaggerated—
And with smiles his wife helped him in, and they celebrated.

Yet in the haze of happiness and all her loving care,
Only now did Liz realize Blue’s left arm was not there.
But snatching life from death’s dark rider is a precious thing,
And nothing could dispel the joy their reunion would bring.  

Then came the new Christmas day, which now seemed so clear and bright—
Yet Blue held back - flexed his cold metal arm in morning light.
“I wonder if it was worth it?” Blue mumbled at the sight—
But Liz nodded and said: “Yes, you did the thing that was right.”  

Then they slowly opened presents - three united again—
Later dad and mom came over, and each rodeo friend.
“PBR’s done,” dad whispered in a voice like from the grave—
“Heck no!” Blue then replied, “I just lost the arm that I wave!” 

Sure enough, with prosthetic arm, Blue rode the bulls once more—
Till he volunteered to go back to that faraway shore.
Alone, Jim’s wife held their child and the inner one so new—
As a full, pale Christmas moon rose and slowly turned to blue. 




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The Santa Lie

Presents were hiding in my Mommy’s room
Each and every one of them I saw
Appeared underneath the Christmas tree
Saying they were all from Santa Claus

I smelled the cookies on Dad’s breathe
And one night I saw it for myself
When he thought that I was sleeping
Dad put that elf up on the shelf

They may think that I don’t know
But the lies to me are clear
Santa Claus has been so busy
He hired my folks to help this year

Don’t worry, I’ll stay quiet
Their secret is safe with me
How Santa got to them my Christmas list
Is the only unsolved mystery

Maybe next year, I’ll help Santa
And get the presents for Mom and Dad
I’ll keep a close eye on them all year long
Making sure that they aren’t bad

And I’ll pretend that I saw Santa
And say I saw Rudolph’s nose shining real bright
It seems so very important to the both of them
That I think they went to sleep with me that night

And Santa, I understand
You’ve got lots of kids to see
So I whole heartedly endorse your policy
Of employing my Dad and my Mommy

Now I am wondering about that other guy
Wouldn’t that one be real funny
If Mommy and Dad were also hired
To help the Easter Bunny


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CHRISTMAS WISH

I’m not looking forward to Christmas
Not since we lost Mum this year
I’m not looking forward to a Christmas
Devoid of any Christmas cheer

Dads doing his best to lift our spirits
All though inside he’s really hurting too
He wants to make it a special time
And do the things like Mum used to do

So we decked the house with garlands
And trimmed the Christmas tree
We hung the Christmas cards on strings
So that everyone could see

Then with all the decorations up
My Dad went round us one by one
To ask us what gift we wanted
And he promised his best would be done

My sister Jules wants new clothes
Kenny wants music of any kind
The twins they want an X-Box
And the baby really doesn’t mind

Then Dad asked me “what do you want son?
What gift would stop you feeling glum”?
I said “I don’t want a present Dad
All I wish for Christmas is my Mum”