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The Mission Trip To Please

On mission trip overseas
At least one week will do
Hold babies gently squeeze

Whether in cold where freeze
In rain forest where view 
On mission trip overseas

My hearts desire will please
Feed hungry babies stew
Hold babies gently squeeze

Give up my life of ease
Place on feet needed shoes
On mission trip overseas

Help babies who cough wheeze
For mothers good tea brew
Hold babies gently squeeze

Perfect week just do these
Open heart my love grew
On mission trip overseas
Hold babies gently squeeze

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

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Our Liberty Blazing Soldiers

"...when power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence...” --John F. Kennedy ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Soldiers of our armed forces, Iraq, Afghan, Lebanon, many shores, Light the way like liberty blazing torches They fight heat, bugs, sand, tough faces, urban warfare, darkness, crashed doors, Soldiers of our armed forces Now Send home change of addresses, stories, photos, emails, strange places, Light the way like iron cut by torches Camouflage faces, wet bloody bruises, brows sweating, under helmet gushes, Soldiers of our armed forces Sleep in sandy humid desert trenches, thunder blast, bombs dropped, fire fights, Light the way like laser torches Loved ones wear yellow broaches, anxiety, praise, tears, vague smiles, Soldiers of our armed forces, Light the way like liberty blazing torches.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr

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We are not as poor as some people say

We are not as poor as some people say

Our land is our source of food and our home
We work on our land almost every day
Selling coffee beans is our main income

In remote lands, where tourists find welcome
An old aid post is sixty miles away
Our land is our source of food and our home

Since there are no roads to town from our home
We carry coffee bags most of the way
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We don’t just wait for services to come
While struggling to survive another day
Our land is our source of food and our home

Enjoy some coffee when your tour is done
That cup or two of brew gives our days pay
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We own our land and work it, unlike some
We are not as poor as some people say
Our land is our source of food and our home
Selling coffee beans is our main income.


*Life in a developing country has many challenges. One of these is getting the right kind of development!

Copyright © Michael Dom

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Purple Majesty

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
To insure that his family would produce the best wine.
Grandpa, tho’ as straggly as his grape
cleared trees and topped them to admit the sun.
He would not purchase plants for his soil
and dug the trenches wider and accessed our water.
He was self sufficient and he propagated vines by his hand


We prevented winds from whipping vines out of hand
to best grow and mature the soul of our wine.
The vines followed the contour of steep site which brought the water.
The rows ran north and south to suit the grape - -
this presented light while drying and controlling the soil
allowing the plants to follow the eastern and western sun.


We placed much faith on the drying done by the sun.
We had one to backfill. We wished we had more willing hands.
We had two to dig holes, and one to hold the vine and tamp the soil, 
as the fruit began to ripen to marry our precious wine.
A crew of four was used for setting the grape.
The Vines should not be sprinkled with too much water.

We made plans to prevent soil erosion and loss of water
to the harden the wood and expose it to rays of the sun.
The Niagra White and Riesling grape.
Both needed pruning and the waste hay cut our hands.
We made sure our methods were best for the wine.
They would mature late, even in warm soil.

We found that more humus was wanted by the soil.
Some magic was performed to deliver more water.
alas, for the reward of a not so remarkable wine.
Again the wait, the prayers, the morning dew and sun.
More work, more time, sweat and callused hands.
The next year we tried a grafted grape.

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
Our final wine was surrendered by the sun.
We captured the prize from our water and our soil.
My hands, today, still stained with the color of the grape.

Copyright © Thomas Pitre

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Excellence

If you hope to be one of means and property,
And to be perceived as truly ‘one of a kind’, 
Never tolerate or accept mediocrity.

Develop, while young, this fine quality.
Reaffirm it daily in your mind.
If you hope to be one of means and property.

Over-acheivers are definitely a scarcity;
Average and below average people aren’t hard to find.
Never tolerate or accept mediocrity.

You’ll always be surrounded by those in poverty.
Work harder in body and smarter in mind
If you hope to be one of means and property

While you’re young, consider this your duty:
Knowledge is power--education of any and every kind.
Never tolerate or accept mediocrity.

Someday when you're frail, old, and crotchety,
You’ll recall what I had you commit to mind:
If you hope to be one of means and property, 
Never tolerate or accept mediocrity.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday

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I Was In a Big Snafu

I was in a big snafu.
I could not pay any bills.
And the neighbors never knew.
 
No need to feel all blue.
I read books by candlelight.
I was in a big snafu.

The electric bill was due.
Sconce and candles on each wall.
And the neighbors never knew.

I thought I might go cuckoo.
Hard work was about to fall.
I was in a big snafu.

I cooked meals on the hearth, too.
The payments would not forestall.
And the neighbors never knew.

Three house sales had fallen through.
I soon told my house adieu.
I was in a big snafu.
And the neighbors never knew.

© March 7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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Abigail Smith Adams Lady Of Letters

Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters
Miles between her and husband John, circuit lawyer
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers

She oversaw the jobs at home_even the builders
Remarkable lady who taught their children
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters

People would come to her during war who were bearers
Of terrible news, she was strong with faith_hope
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers

Abigail's letters were strong, witty filled answers
Her letters also told of her loneliness
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters

Abigail and John of this country's leaders were beginners
Their idealism and strength set this country apart
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers

At last of life when they were no longer beginners
They got to spend retirement at Quincy their home
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters
She let not distance stop their love _be barriers

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

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Hump Day

Wigglin' 'tween toes
the questions of a thousand thousand ages
wrapped tight in beat heart.

Who's gonna buy the cat food tomorrow?
Will trade ya for takin' out the garbage
wigglin' 'tween toes.

If you're in a hurry and need to turn left
but some one's in the intersection what is
wrapped tight in beat heart?

Rage tamed to socially
acceptable impatience
wigglin' 'tween toes.

Sometimes the sky grabs attention
raw beauty
wrapped tight in beat heart.

Tomorrow’s  a work day
will give it best
wigglin' 'tween toes
wrapped tight in beat heart.

Copyright © Nancy Jones

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Queen Bee

Close to what will be?
Choose the beginning and than the end
If true to his words, she will call on thee.

The beacon shows where to find the queen bee
And flowers full of nectar, blossoming on an orange tree 
Close to what will be?

The workers span out to retrieve
What miles they cover
If true to his words, she will call on thee.

Alfalfa pollen and wildflower dust
Returning and leaving and doing the same
Close to what will be?

The pollen from a spring time delight on an orchard tree
The off-spring virtually never ending
If true to his words, she will call on thee.

In a bees life it is the king-not the queen-that takes a knee
He repents and worships her 
Close to what will be? 
If true to his words, she will call on thee.

Copyright © Paul Keenan

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I Am Off To Buy A Suit Today

I am off work to buy a suit today. 
For I have a funeral to soon attend.
I think a black suit or maybe a gray.

I must look for help to find my way,
To my one suit of grief to buy and then-- 
I am off work to buy a suit today.

Then in my closet, I hope it shall stay
A fancy fig leaf from a darken bin
I think a black suit or maybe a gray.

Only we the living will have a say
Of the coat or dress in which to ascend 
I am off work to buy a suit today. 

We will need no attire with grand array 
A farewell costume for a departing friend.
I think a black suit or maybe a gray.

It is for the dead we can only pray
While we the living must wait to attend.
I am off work to buy a suit today 
I think maybe black or a stately gray.

Copyright © Mike Samford