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Not only is he my friend;
He’s the Mayor of my hometown.
His eyes oversee the place,
That I so love to be around.
Whether it’s canvas or a page,
He graces it with artistic hands.
Bringing out his desired emotions,
That his patient heart commands.
With a love for teaching art,
His creative mind explores.
And amps up all who know him,
To want to accomplish more.
We have the same passion,
In the landscapes that we shoot.
And have our haiku sessions,
And post them on Poetry Soup.
He has a vast love for helping,
And dabs carpentry.
He gives his best to the canvas,
And to the stanzas of his poetry.
His giving heart keeps giving,
And he loves it, is what he says.
He’s a master of the short form,
And his name is Abe Lopez.
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For Abe Lopez, a fellow souper
and friend for his support on and off
Poetry Soup, God bless you.
Beware the pieces of the puzzles of your life.
Treasure them early; appreciate them for life.
She was the sight of my first job opportunity away from the farm.
She bridged the social gap between 'my boyhood and my manhood'.
He had a shoe store when I asked him for a job, and he said yes.
His name was Abe, and I have him to thank for many lessons learned.
She is the sight of the first motion picture show that I ever watched.
She is the sight of the cafe with the best tasting hamburgers I ever ate.
He took me under his wings and taught me how to interact with people.
He portrayed the meaning of service, entrepreneurism, and persistence.
Her name means, 'Deer River', and as a child, I knew her as Issaquena.
She was the sight of a barber shop whose owner was also a musician.
She was the life blood of activities of every kind as the people mingled.
Abe and Issaquena, two unforgettable names attached to my early years.
Abe, a giant of a man; one piece of the puzzle that assisted me early in life.
Issaquena, a hometown street and an inanimate piece of my life's puzzle.
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" Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."(Final lines from Walt Whitman's "O Captain My Captain")
My hero, oh how wonderful it would have been
to know you personally, to have spent time with you,
especially since I learned the way you were back then
both as a child, then as a man – so strong, so wise, so true!
The way you’ve been described, you had a gangly look -
not a handsome lad, but oh, you were so bright!
You were poor, but you did all you could just to find a book,
one you might savor late into the night.
I relate to how you had a very human side;
to the way you loved to play a prank or talk jokingly.
You never were unkind, and you had no worldly pride.
Preferring friends to chores, you also loved poetry!
What other man born in a cabin would rise up and accomplish so much?
Predestined for greatness, you had inside you the desire
to be better! When you realized that your country boy dialect was such
a hindrance, you taught yourself proper English to climb higher!
You were so very good, and your soul so godly old!
Once in New Orleans you witnessed the African's sad plight -
men and women chained like animals were being sold.
All you saw, felt and heard determined you'd fight for the right!
You had no religion, Honest Abe, but you looked to God!
Freeing slaves, you also would have fought for women’s freedom too.
A melancholy man at times, and maybe a bit odd,
“ O Captain, my Captain,” poets ever more will praise you.
For "To Honor My Hero" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Honest
Wrestler, self-taught lawyer, eloquent writer/orator, and man of integrity.
Son of Nancy Hank and Thomas Lincoln; beloved stepson of Sarah Bush.
Lover of books, animals and a good joke!
He felt empathy for the downtrodden and sadness, yet the need to persevere.
He feared slavery’s expansion, the collapse of democracy and failed leadership.
He wanted feedom for the slaves, freedom for women and a better world.
Born in Kentucky, he gained experience in IL., and fulfilled his destiny in D.C.
Abe
(Dedicated to my Hero, Abraham Lincoln. He also wrote a little poetry!)
With Presidents Day coming up this Monday, I submit my tribute to the president born Feb. 12, 1809:
Ode to My Hero: Dear Abe
At many things, Abe Lincoln was the best.
From boyhood to manhood, how he shone.
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
I picture him a farm lad poorly dressed -
kind soul and working so hard all alone.
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
Entertaining, Lincoln liked to jest.
Tall and strong was he when fully grown.
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
Great intellect and talents he possessed.
Many things he learned all on his own!
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
He led a nation facing great unrest,
for slavery dear Abe could not condone.
Foreordained to lead, dear Abe was blessed.
Feb. 15, 2020 for Sheri Fresonke Harper's
Ode To A President Or Politician Or Leader Past Or Present Poetry Contest