Best Stafford Poems
“If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.*
Shouts abound, demanding equality
Yet, when push comes to shove
My choices are rudely rejected
A bat appears, held in an iron glove.
Ethics and virtue may only reside
Down deep in the soul of each
My effect on the thoughts of others
go only as far as my words reach.
Hold on to your own persuasions
And say what you need to say
Please do so in warm acceptance
With bitterness having no sway.
Only those who are politically correct
Have freedom to voice their convictions
But I, too, have my own opinions
And voted as I chose in this election.
When I reach out with a velvet glove
In tolerance, though we don’t agree
And you return resentment and anger
No one in America is totally free.
*William Stafford
When I first read the title of his poem I immediately thought of all the new things I learned last week:
How important words in a brief letter
can have an impact on
another's decision and can affect your life.
How words that are spoken soft and carefully
can change each and
every life around you,
even some you may be unaware of.
That prenatal care is
highly important.
Just how far you can splash mud
across a truck.
How fun it is to let loose, sit in the middle
and make his day just by letting him
drive my ol' Chevy
And that an infant car seat is
not going to fit in it very well
this Fall.
Most of I learned that
young children are honest,
and if one four year old knows
you are going to have a baby,
the entire world will too.
These past few days it seems
you visit more my dreams
of springtime love,
yet I feel the cold inside my skin
I reach out to you,
but wake up to a new
dawn of another day without you.
The autumn air seeps through
the warmest sight in view
I shiver then,
I go back to those days again.
Do you think the same,
of frolics in the rain?
Sweet memories will always haunt me.
Will I have one more glimpse of you
before our time trickles down our last sinew.
Wishes still do come true,
now I’m in front of you
We’re still both young, bolder,
more self-assured this time.
Vague at the back of my mind,
gasping, I push the thought aside.
You’ve come to visit in my dreams.
Wishes still do come true,
now I’m in front of you
We’re still both young, bolder,
more self-assured this time.
Vague at the back of my mind,
gasping, I push the thought aside.
You’ve come to visit in my dreams.
You’ve come to visit in my dreams.
** It should be sung to the melody of the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C35DrtPlUbc
SUKIYAKI Contest
Sponsor: James Rogers
23 August 2015
image credit: Stafford Lakay
I reckon I'm showing my age and am pretty well set in my ways,
But I have zero tolerance for the 'noise' called music nowadays!
The metal bands and rap are loathsome to my sensitive ears.
I haven't heard a melodic tune on the radio for over sixty years!
Pleasing to the ear was Vaughn Monroe and his mellow baritone.
Likewise, the romantic, comprehensible crooning of Vic Damone.
A songster who could stir even the most unromantic soul,
Was the silky-smooth delivery of debonair Nat King Cole!
I truly enjoyed the ballads belted out by the ever-living Elvis,
And got a kick out of watching in action his double-jointed pelvis!
Delightful were the songs vocalized by cheerful Doris Day.
It was so relaxing listening to the Velvet Fog, Mister Mel Torme!
Will there ever be another Glenn Miller, Perry Como or Peggy Lee,
Dinah Shore, Frankie Laine or Jo Stafford entertaining me?
Oh, to hear again The Mills Brothers and their sweet harmony.
Now all I hear is dreadful screams and gross disharmony!
Today's drivel to my romantic soul gives me great offense.
'Tis alien to my ears and doesn't make a bit of sense.
Music back then invited you to hold your gal in close embrace,
As you danced and murmured sweet nothings face to face!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Entry for Nayda Ivette Negron's "Favorite Music Type" Contest
Wheel of Fortune is still America's number 1 game show. The show has been around for 36
years: the daytime version from January 1975 to September 1991 on NBC and CBS, and the
syndicated version, which debuted in September 1983. The show is currently hosted by Mr.
Pat Sajak and Ms. Vanna White. They've been on Wheel of Fortune since Susan Stafford and
Chuck Woolery, the original host and hostess of America's game, left the show. I've been
watching Wheel of Fortune since I was a baby, especially when the prizes were shown on the
stage. Not only did I loved the syndicated version of Wheel of Fortune from the late 1980s
and early 1990s, I also loved the daytime version of that show. Bob Goen and Rolf
Benirschke have made a real impression to the audience. Now I know why Pat Sajak left the
daytime show. But at least he's seen on the nighttime version every weeknight. What I also
like about every Wheel of Fortune episode are the following: the prizes, the studio
audience, and the $25,000 sign. But what I really loved most of all are the following: the
wheel spinning by itself, at the opening and closing, the $25,000 sign being displayed,
and the puzzle board. And speaking of the puzzle board, I've seen Ms. White turn a lot of
letters on the puzzle board, which was part of a Wheel of Fortune set since 1981. Merv
Griffin would be very proud. After all, he created that show. And the studio that I really
loved most of all is when all Wheel of Fortune episodes took place at CBS Television City
in Hollywood, California. I look forward to seeing Pat Sajak and Vanna White. And if Wheel
of fortune were to stay on the air for a long time, there's no telling what great thing
might happen next. I love Wheel of Fortune!
She was faster than a rattlesnake
She could split a log in two
She was better than any hand
I think I ever knew
She was famous all throughout the west
But, it really was a shame
She wasn't known for what she did
She was famous for her name
She could rope and shoot and ride
Better 'n any man I know
But laugh at this girl's name
And she'd hog tie you for show
Christened Patricia Bollinger
From Baltimore she came
She didn't like the term cow girl
So, Cow Patty was her name
Silver, cool, harsh rock-smooth as rolled steel on the horizon defies the cold blue-violet sky of Mars as the pinpoint dots of distant white suns circle in wonder of the scene.
Green mist hanging from the verdant leaves of the thick mountain forest permeates the humid cool air of a rain of a few minutes past above the soggy moss, gray-green rock, deep red brown trail, columned by mighty yet yielding deep-colored trunks.
Glistening snow reflects on each crystal the apparition of a cold white moon, blinding in glorious circles the eye which beholds the perimeter of sentinel black-green poines, opening the snow-hidden field to that which it mirrors.
Deep sea-salty blue-green transparency softens the pink bottom to a wavy yellow-pink-yellow-pink-banded black-white-black skittering across the deep pink-yellow-pink green blades waving in time to the yellow-pink-yellow deep sea, never leave.
On this day Cernan lands from his Gemini IX flight with Stafford conducting a two-hour space walk in that void.
Green Eyes
WLM
Wildncrazy555
August 14, 2011
I met a new friend
She will be there till the end
With eyes so green
With the most beautiful sheen
She is so fine
As the sweet tasting young wine
Though we have never met
That is no sweat
For one day
It will never get in the way
One day we will
As my name is sweet Bill
Kathy is her name
She is one in a million and the same
Just one day it will be
Just hold your breath and see
I met Kathy Stafford playing on pureplaypoker.com and we hit it off immediately
Her eyes are the most beautiful green as my eyes are too
We will always be friends and meet one day
William Lewis Moore
But my eyes change from Green to Blue to Gray
But that is another poem I have
A die hard fan I have been. Remember thinking, 16 games 17 weeks, even the Lions will pull off a win. Preseason champs yes we might of been. But 0-16 meant a lot more my friends. That year is gone and history has been made. But as for my fan-hood it shall never fade. I've stomped through the bad waiting for the good. Draft another W.R., you really think we should? Memories of number twenty, how he'd Barry the pride of the D. He's the greatest King, but more yet he's the Legacy. So what we haven't seen the playoffs since the year of 99. The roar has been restored with Detroit City feeling floored. Another trip to the red-zone w/ options unlimited. What number you think claims the most Detroit fitted? Two arms go up as they see the corner route. Jump ball to eighty one, so easy it's fun. When the linebacker bites at LeShoure and the smash. Hit Pettigrew in the middle, you been played like a fiddle. As the D.B's seem overwhelmed when Stafford takes helm. The most heart in the game, our Iron man puts your Q.B. to shame. Now to turn to the D, what do we see? Delmas w/ a pick 6 from 103. As Fairley and Ezekiel sit stalking there prey, looks like Suh just stomped your last hopes, on this very day. Like Hanson's dedication, a Lions roar is what I'm saying. All the cheese heads realize this, pasteurized to the Superbowl we go. No doubt we will finish our goal. Finally a man named Schwartz has took control. Please all of you fans that have been TRU , join me now in a, HEY GREEN BAY **** YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For those that read this.all goes to my Grandfather,whom wrote most.
The reson I get to write is because he knew what I Didn't.......R.I.P.With Love,Doc
''We talk of how the Lord did come
In form Abram's seed
Of miracles that He performed
His care for human need
Of those He healed and those He fed
Compassion in His heart
The inspired record given to us
Is really just a part
We read of how He gave His life
Upon Calvary's cruel tree
To pay the sin debt of us all
And made salvation free
But all of this is as a myth,The church its doors should close
No truth exists,no eternal life,except life,Except Jesus Christ arose
-But praise the Lord,the Holy book,Records this glorious fact
Death could not hold the Son of God,Nor sepulcher stone hold back
Therefore the power of endless life,The Son of God does hold
And this our hope by faith in Him,the story shall never grow old
Oh grave where is your victory
Oh death where is your sting
Death is swallowed in the victory
Of Jesus Christ our King
He is the resurrection and life of all who believe in Him
All earthly values that man holds dear
In light of all this truth grows dim
He arose and we shall rise
From graves wherever they may be
Or if alive when Jesus comes
From death forever free!''
Stafford D.Bankson
and his Thankful Grandson
Jai''Doc''B
?With Music Added
This sunny morning thought that I
Say hi to nice neighbor who I live by
And a great guitar he does play
With wife wonderful looking in every way.
Maybe might invite me over again
So we can see how we both have been
A song write about good old days
When my dancing received much praise.
Would be something if on one night
Clubhouse to eat would bring a bite
And some showing off I might do
That was sure to amuse all of you.
But being as old as we now are
Will not see me as a rising star
Even though my wife is adorable
Me and my writing are deplorable.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Ho Ho
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The only thing prime about my time
Is always in I always like to chime.
Many believers find from faith in God that He is "the source, the force and the course" that leads to peace and joy and heaven.
Bill Stafford on Romans 11:34-36
It is what it is; once death is certainty.
He was my night and day for forty-eight years;
as yet he's counted a dear friend among peers.
No matter how small the opportunity -
no matter how distant in eternity -
our kids' achievements from heaven he still cheers.
It is what it is.
It is well with his soul ~ his identity.
It is true, through it all, troubles, doubts and fears
it's fact, we trusted in God with smiles, with tears.
It's redemption through Christ - immortality.
it is what it is.
Desire make me flee to England's shore,
to Stafford where Shakespeare wrote
sonnets by candlelight and moonbeams;
let me open the tall, wooden front door,
to see him in that corner weaving a thought,
swiftly turning them into theatrical schemes!
Ah, he weeps for a past tragedy he witnessed,
making those tears flow on clean sheets
that leave him heartbroken and drenched in tears!
Oh, those sad moments seem to disappear
as he dreams of unforgotten faces he loved...
and many say he didn't feel joy but fear!
Shakespeare's spirit is not a common phantom whose voice can't
be heard everywhere it rumbles...listen attentively, don't fret!
Glance at his pensive face, read the inspirational words of any play
he's writing on paper for all to ponder in their own, persuasive way!
This melody of yesteryear sounded great.
We would hear it on a record at seventy-eight.
Anybody could play the song on a Victrola.
One listened to it on a juke box by Rock-Ola.
The subject of this song by Jo Stafford of all things,
was about the romantic dreams of smoke rings.
Miss Stafford’s voice was one anyone adores.
Back then, it was no crime to smoke indoors.
When dealing with broken hearts lovers wanted to forget,
they would often sit down and have a cigarette.
A habit of the past many considered glamorous
is now deemed to be offensive and insalubrious.
The song sounded mellifluous and sublime.
Things have changed significantly over time.
*"Whispering Hope" was music to my ears
Today's fare sounds like children clashing gears
When Eire becomes Ire
Extinguish the fire
Lest hope never soothes your grandchildren's fears!
*1949 "Whispering Hope" Jo Stafford, Gordon MacRae duet