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All cats love fish as we all know,
But Smokey just loved it,
It made quite a show.
My dad went fishing most every week,
And Smokey would wait,
By the door for his treat.
Dad always saved Smokey a nice big fish,
But Smokey kept begging,
To refill his dish.
One day Dad asked him ,"How much can you eat?"
And gave him another,
Just for a treat.
Soon it was gone and the cat was back,
Begging and pleading,
For the fish in Dad's sack.
Time and again Dad gave him another,
And finally asked Mom,
"Has he got a brother?"
"Am I feeding two cats? Where does he put it?
I can't give him more,
He'll make himself sick."
So Daddy refused after five or six fish,
And Smokey decided,
To fill his own dish.
While Dad was busy, quick as a flash,
He snatched up a filet,
And made a mad dash;
But Daddy was quick as the cat it would seem,
And grabbed back the fish,
As the cat made a scream.
Round and around each tugged at his end,
Till at last that poor fish,
In the middle was rend.
The cat ran away with a piece in his mouth,
To hide with his fish,
Somewhere in the house.
Dad had great fun retelling this tale,
Of the great tug of war,
With the cat and fish tail.
I went to sleep on Christmas Eve and woke up in the past
With cotton footed jammies on, that I was ten when I wore last
I saw a man who looks like me, who I realized was my Dad
Sitting in front of the fireplace, holding my Mom and looking glad
The Christmas tree was standing tall; bubbling candles string of lights
Seven piles of presents scattered there, awaiting the kids asleep at night
Johnny and Jimmy in the next door room; brother, Tommy in the bunk below
Cathy and Patsy at the end of the hall, baby Jenny rocked in a cradle slow
Snow was covering the mountain top where we had been sledding all that week
No school to keep us busy, the cold adding a redness to our cheek
I could sense my cloak of innocence; I could taste my excitement for the coming day
I still clung onto the Santa myth – the year before it slipped away
Johnny was so small for his age, but played sports with the best of them
Jimmy already had his art hanging up all around the family den
Cathy still slept with her baby dolls; Tommy stood smaller than me
Patsy wore her tom-boy smile; we all took care of little baby Jenny
A tear came to my eye just then, realizing soon I would be back in the present time
And this scene from forty-five years ago is just a memory lost inside of my mind
Then I realized that tomorrow morning will paint a memory for our youngest son
And a smile lit up my face again as I said, “Goodbye” to everyone
Johnny is now a Grandfather and respected Doctor in his trade
Jimmy left us far too young but a difference he really made
Cathy is taking care of Mom who, in turn, takes care of her
Tommy takes care of everyone and is full of life and character
Patsy still wears her tom-boy smile – the best athlete of the bunch
Jenny is the pride of all of us – I kind of had that as a hunch
And Dad is now a few years gone, though I still talk to him every day
Feeling the love I saw in his eyes when I was ten years old that Christmas Day
ROLL! , let it roll!
because we are getting busted
of the time we wasted.
the memories of the days are
getting, even turning loosed,
as the mind is just too busy,
idling away the sorrows,
it has stored in its guts.
Ma! help me Pa! help me but non
seem alert! ah d days are rolling pass like
Cyclone cycling a refuse dumped
we ve mended our ways now.
its funnily sad how we fooled ourselves,
while we were still young as kids.
we are ready to dance to the beats
of time now so let it play an enchanting melody,
roll on dancing to the cyclone of life
some are gone, while we are still out here.
but some are dead, while we are graced
to still be alive.
we are ready to pay the piper
to detect the tune of ages
of time so we can dance to the
Rhythm of the ages of time unplugged!!
Rolling on 4rm tracks 2 track as d beat goes on
By Gideon Idudje
In our city at night,
One can see glowing lights,
And many busy vehicles,
Slowly moving through the streets.
Delicious barbecues for dinner,
The sizzling sounds are such a winner,
The aroma of meat makes us hungry,
And we crave it all, tender and yummy.
In our city, you can wander,
And find sights that make you ponder,
The streets are safe and secure,
With the presence of authorities, for sure.
Nestled in the heart of Mindanao,
A city where bounty never stops to flow,
From durian, pomelo, to mango,
A foodie paradise, it's hard to let go.
Kidapawan is the name,
A city of fruits that has earned its fame,
Known for its tropical treats,
Where the flavors of sweet fruits can't be beat.
Kidapawan is a gem of a city,
With natural wonders and culture aplenty,
A destination worth your time and stay,
Come and experience Kidapawan today!
Ms. Cooks loves to cook
As she designs and creates some of her dishes
Specialties and fancy dinners
Prepared for the elegancy
Ms. Cooks is a young entrepreneur
One-day shall have her own business too
As she works hard with a busy task
As her journey is everlasting
She cooks with a great passion
Breakfast, lunches, dinners and more
Home-made cakes and pies for show
Busy and busy as one can be
No time for the drama you see
Ms. Cooks, a special love goes out to you
Keep on pursuing the gifts, with all that you do
More Blessings as you continue your journey
All will pay off as you are the one and only
The older you get the more of learnings.
From: Grandma.
Intrusive thoughts just invaded my mind…
Yielded, I welcomed them, and so they came
They soon turned as a scene I must behold
Making meditation* vibrantly real.
Oh, these intrusive thoughts have gripped my heart
Letting me ponder on my prayer life...
First, I faced Miss Skeptic with her arrogant stare
Scorning, she yelled at me: “You’re just wasting time!”
Minutes later, Mr. Pretense questioned my motive
“Are you really sure that you’re communing with God?”
Without reluctance, Mrs. Rumor intervened…
“Oh, we gain data from people’s varied petitions.”
Then the happy-go-lucky lad joined me gaily
Saying, “I can’t come, but I’ll be there in spirit.”
Off he drifted fast, outrunning the busy lass
Who handed me her litany list of requests.
Catching my attention afterwards was Sir Doubt
With his countless “Do you truly believe…?” queries
Behind him was Lady Anxious, full of panic
Lamenting while uttering, “So guilty am I.”
These cogitations indeed woke me up
For neglecting supplication-delight
God did teach my heart blest wondrous lesson…
Seeking Him humbly with faith pleases Him.
Thankful to the Lord for intrusive thoughts
I praise Him for rebuking me rightly
Now, His invitation for communion
Is a vibrant pleasure to my spirit.
*Psalm 19:14 Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength, and my redeemer.
June 11, 2025
2nd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 52" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 6/14/2025
It taught me not to rely on anyone
To stand up and sweat for my own benefit
To decide by mind not by heart
It shaped my vision and caused transition
Gone to bed with hunger but still hoped for the best
I'd sometimes think it's a curse
How things took place wasn't fascinating
And when people looked at me they saw nothing
I sometimes lost friends because I had nothing
Whenever I told my story they'd say I'm looking for attention
Whenever I'd seek for help they'd say they're busy
But that never stopped me from going
Family would distance their selves
Telling me to sort out myself
How was I going to do that?
They didn't wanna know
Without a warning from it nor a whine from me, I was first captured. In that
same moment I was arrested. I then embraced the moment, or was it I who was embraced? I shall never disregard nor underestimate the emotions and the power of 'A Moment'. A moment takes no regard for anything with which one may be presently engaged. The moment makes no suggestions, but only demands that we stop and stand in attention to whatever it commands. Before the moment ever arrives, it has already devised the beauty of its embrace.
I tell you, it turned my head quicker than the love of my life at first site. I confess, no human has ever floored me like that young lady I met in Evanston
50 years ago, but I have to say that the tree across the street, flashing like a neon sign on a glorious fall day, defies all comparisons. As I walked down the second floor hallway of our home, I looked up and through the window. It was 'The Moment' that captured and arrested me. 'That Moment' promises me a golden memory of a lifetime.
It happened more than 10 years ago at a very busy season in my life, but she stopped and dared me to daze into her golden brown leaves and her outstretched limbs. No, it wasn't the Tree of Life in the Garden of Eden, but in a flash, an instance, 'That Moment' refreshed my life and reinvigorated my entire being.
072720PSCtest, Just A Moment, John Lawless
A packet of seeds arrived one day they were
like small yellow beads
I shook the packet to make my little daughter smile
the packet slipped and strewn in my backyard.
We went inside as it grew dark
I heard a howl and then a growl and now certainly a bark
I peeped out of my kitchen window, miniature
creatures were popping out of seeds.
From the corner of my eye I could see the King
of the jungle was chilling with his lot.
The wolf was looking at the moon and howling out of tune.
The deer and antelope were grazing peacefully
The monkeys were busy eating bananas and had
left none on the tree.
The bears were scoring with my pears and one
was carried now by three.
Midnight struck and all grew quiet in my back yard
I sealed the door and went to bed uneasy.
When I awoke it was morn’, all the animals were gone
the yellow husk was the only thing left for me.
15.08.2020
I look at you through your window
I see your soul
Who's listening
I see you're busy I see your face your body whole
Who's listening
my ears not attentive I see the breath
your chest rise and lays viral still
Who's listening
pattern of your speech
ever sweet I'm compelled yet, who's listening
bothered and scold
shattered torn into you speak Hope Life Peace Love
this you have shown attentively now
I share my story,
you bear the glory of the one who holds us all He cares who's listening
to the child that speaks truth
who's listening to the one who has absolutes
who's listening to the one who embraces you
for who you are who's listening with open ears and arms
Stop looking at me it's God
Stop listening to me it's God
When you see me, not me
When you hear me, not me
As I speak so beyond me
You see it is God God speaking through me
WHOSE LISTENING?
AMEN
2/10/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024