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"I am my father's daughter and I am not afraid of anything."
Quote by - Queen Elizabeth I
I want to be the person my father was, kind, forgiving, loving and faithful.
He was a man who loved nature and taught me everything he knew about
the forest, the foliage, wildflowers, birds and creatures, and of the seasons.
I want to be that kind of person who loves nature and works to preserve it.
My father loved quotes, had one for every situation. I love quotes too
and realize now how fitting his quotes were.
He took me on hikes, like wilderness vision quests. Up mountain trails
to the top and we would camp under the stars, and follow streams.
I want to be that kind of person too, who is not afraid to go into the
unknown without fear to find myself, to be spiritual.
My father had amazing ethics, was a good husband and father, and friend.
His co-workers spoke highly of him. He was a hardworker, I want to be like
that, he had goals, I have goals, he taught to me to leave things the right
way, to never run away, but to turn away from a fight, a stronger person.
He was not a writer, but loved listening to me read him my poetry, he
was encouraging and a good listener, I think that I am too because of him.
Father was quite a storyteller, well, I am too. I could listen to his stories
forever, mother said only half of those stories were true, but I did not care.
I took his death hard, like a part of me was missing, a forever wound,
until I realized everything father had left me so I could grow into me.
i don't write poems like poets
or rap like rappers
i flow boats like rowers
talk what matters
wasn't raised on council estates
still a victim to down force weight
gravity pulls seeds from trees
it's a vertical growth without no treats
see how poetic wordings breathe
evading me in the verse and beat
as i rap beneath the expectations
a difference without explanations
tap my toes to extrication
set up camp an extra station
stuck with pens and pencils
this stationary cupboard ain't for me
won't buckle when standing tall
rising vegetation will reach the breeze
above and free
the highest tree
you be you and i'll be me
an artist of originality
harvesting brutality
I'll teach myself and I'll be me
and if you're you and true to thee
I'll see you and you'll see me
we'll be our own unlike the rest
and we'll be we, we'll be our best
We were blessed to visit with our grandchildren
and had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day
We ate, we laughed, we played a game
before they went on their way.
Two of our grandchildren are at the University of Florida
Three if you count Damiens girlfriend Trista (and we do)
and we make a point to visit them in Gainesville
whenever we’re passing through.
Yesterday we were on our way to Jacksonville
to camp at Amelia Island State Park
We were not in a big hurry
but we wanted to arrive there before dark.
The road took us through Gainesville
and it doesn’t take a whiz
tTo know that Gainesville, Florida
Is where the University of Florida is.
A perfect chance to see our grandchildren
And here again it doesn’t take a whiz
To know that Gainesville, Florida
is also where a Bojangles is.
We had a difficult decision
I’m sure you would agree
Stop and see our grandchildren
Or have a biscuit and sweet tea.
Stop and say hi to our grandchildren
(at their various stages of growth)
Or stop and enjoy some Bojangles
We didn’t have time for both…
And since we love our grandchildren
who are kind and compassionate…and grand…
We made that difficult decision….
and we’re sure they’ll understand.
Life is full of surprises,
as you recognize your fear.
An adrenaline fueled
fight or flight puts
your behind in gear.
You’d like to think
that you are brave.
You have no problem
facing fear.
But you have a funny feeling
When it comes to yard work,
2019 was just not your year.
You're cleaning up the back yard
In the springtime.
Trying not to get stung by a wasp.
A snake comes out of nowhere
and you break camp like a boss.
You scream oh Lord!
As your skin starts to crawl.
Luck for you it’s a baby,
but to you it didn’t look that small.
You step back for a moment.
When you step forward again
It’s the middle of fall.
So, your raking leaves
in the front yard.
Waving hello to your
Lovely neighbor.
And she really looks fine,
breaking his chains
her pet Rottweiler has
something else in mind.
Your feet begin moving
before your brain knows what to do.
If you get bit that Rottweiler
you and your good intentions are through.
You move with a practiced ease.
Because you’re faster than a cool breeze.
And you like to thank the Lord
for the little things,
like how pet Rottweilers
can’t climb trees.
You like to think that you are brave.
You have no problem facing fear.
But you have a funny feeling
when it comes to yard work,
2019 was just not your year.
The early seventies was rather interesting
one minute hanging out with a pack of wolves
predators of the night... the next... nine weeks in boot camp
on the great lakes in Winter...so cold
then off to a very large aircraft carrier
where I spent the next two years roaming its flight decks
until..." Parker, are you, Parker "
you have fifteen minutes to get off the ship
and thirty days to make it to Memphis, Tenn
for aviation electronics school...problem...yes it was
we were in port in Naples, not Naples Fl, Naples Italy
so off I went to find the NATO base to catch a flight to Spain
but...being the red-blooded American boy I was
I decided to rent a room for two weeks in Naples, Italy
and enjoy the nightlife...so I did just that
after two weeks found NATO, flew to Spain
enjoyed a few days there, then flew to the states
made it to Memphis with a day to spare
2/23/18 contest Where were you in the 70's
The undead?
One day, a high summer season, I drove my bike
along with a narrow track, the led me deep into
a landscape that once had been domesticated
but now had gone back to nature,
I came upon a small clearing ringed by tall
umbrella trees leaving the clearing in an ominous
half- light where sun glare danced among
the branches of trees and bushes; I saw three
hearses and a van, none of them had wheels
the windows of the last-ride-cars had been
taken down and flimsy curtains put up to give
it a resemblance to home.
A family of itinerants had found sanctuary here
and I was not welcome; they threw pebbles at me
and I had to turn the bike around sine
narrows forest road ended at their camp.
They came running, trying to catch me, and dogs
snapped at my heels. I have never attempted t
be back since but, often think why some people
are so poor they have to live in a hearse.
...On the fourth day I awoke to
a great grizzly snuffing about,
he had smelled the blood of my wounds,
what he wanted I had no doubt.
He gave a bellow and I shot,
my Winchester I did fire,
had to empty the magazine
before that damn beast expired.
To this day I sometimes hear
that great bruin’s awful roar,
barely escaped with all my limbs,
two more days to Kennevor.
On the fifth day I ran into
a pair of bandits with cruel eyes,
They said,”Your horse, and all your coin,
or cowboy you’re going to die.”
But my pistol flashed from the belt,
before that bandit could react,
caught him had in the forehead,
he hit the ground with a hard crack.
His partner was the follower-type,
and away from me his horse tore,
these peaks have been not but trouble,
one more day to Kennevor.
On the sixth day supplies ran low,
I started feeling those hunger pangs,
the creeks all tasted sulfurous,
not fit to be drunk by a man.
I got real woozy as I rode,
hot sun beating down upon me,
almost thought it was a mirage
when tents I believed I could see.
They quickly brought me a canteen,
did not even have to implore,
a small man came dressed in a suit:
“Welcome friend, to Kennevor.”
Now after I’d rested all night
that same fellow did reappear,
said,”I have a proposition,
if you would be so kind to hear.
I’ll buy out your stake right now,
one hundred dollars for your claim—”
I pulled my gun, said,”Speak one more word,
I’ll put a bullet through your brain.
After all that I have been though
I’ll take my share of the gold ore.
You will live up to the contract,
or you will not leave Kennevor!”
The man slinked back, out of the tent,
and never spoke of it again,
I did my job and kept the peace
amongst the rough-hewn mining men.
The camp grew into a full town,
and I invested in the range,
sold land to all the settlers
who were moving out this way.
That kept me rolling in the coin
when the gold mine closed its doors,
I’ve suffered but I have become
the richest man in Kennevor.
From zero to fresh focus:
No fads or "hocas-pocas,"
Occult tricks, nor superstitions,
Just go to Boot-Camp not institutions.
It's not about me.
It's to take a stand, you see,
A life if convictions;
Real-life risks, no fictions,
In live with Father-God and Jesus,
His Only Son that can free us,
Unaffected by criticisms, just in Love
With other and their dialogues; all the above
Seeing hearts heal brokenness and change
With no pretense, our focus rearrange,
Processing seriously but not redundant
With you in joy abundant!
Unseen injuries make it hard work
The fears lurk!
What is expected or appreciated,
Not just reactions with heart emaciated?
Bring closure and see a prologue
To nearing the goal, remove the "log,"
Rebound in faith, never be a snob,
Nor sarcastic or the Mob.
So keep your focus and the Power
Of the resurrected Christ in your tower.
Self-control is gain
Like waiting, it's a pain!
But keep your focus clear.
Hear God's music in your inner-ear.
Yes, we are all a-work-in-progress.
It's safe and fine to regress.
To vulnerability and keep involved.
Healing doesn't need all problems solved.
There's no natural-born leader.
In time we can also be a feeder.
So conquest the temporal and material.
Move in rebuilding the empire
Let Jesus' Way be your pick.
Don't be a lonely cynic
Give others the benefit of the doubt
Wear a smile, not a pout.
Banish the evil of a derailed life
The enemy tries to bring in strife
Like the striking snake it'll be too slow
For you fly high; it's too low!
So prepare for success.
Diligently sort the mess
All the way to the end.
Sign the Pledge not to bend;
To act, rebound, giving credit and devotion.
Like a sweet perfume or lovely lotion.
In prayer and fasting let negatives go
Study the Bible's fine print and know
That the challenge and the focus brings
Support, Light and salt-quality that sings!
Can you say what you feel?
In sincerity will your friendships seal?
We will find the common ground.
Honor and respect will be found.
If there's no logic nor gentle calm,
Will we feel the Spirit's balm?
Even pillow-fights will irritate,
The time move on with fate.
Surprises will loose their fun
With that Special Someone!
So, brace yourself, focus and move.
Soon your success you will prove
With All glory given to the Lord,
Never more to be bored.
Damn it!
Crouching low on the ridge with Joseph and Rubin we see
that twenty horses or more are grazing with a group of Indians in the valley,
through the telescope two things are clear
the Indians are young Blackfeet braves
and they appear to be watching a curiosity in the same area that Drouillard is hunting in,
the battle sheilds on their horses have the fire arrow emblem of the Blackfeet,
there can be no doubt that more of them are in the vicinity
and Clark is at least 100 miles away on the Missouri,
the decision is simple in it's danger
we must ride down there before they attack Drouillard,
maybe a friendly meeting can be achieved,
Entering the open pasture on horseback
the three of us look like river bandits in a sunburned style,
their is a discernible panic amongst the Braves
as we approach them steady as a drumbeat
I get off my horse cool as Sunday news and walk a few yards with our flag in hand,
one of the youths breaks away towards me on his uncertain colt
I stand undaunted by the act of bravado and he steers the animal back to his posse,
Rubin and Joseph know what's up
and life and death have their breeze upon us,
respect introduces itself and brash violence is subdued by handshakes,
as evening invites the pipe, together we camp
the four of us, the eight of them,
we discuss the shifting balance of power on the Plains,
I inform them that there is a new eagle named America
and it will look over this territory with strength and justice,
they tell us about the English intrusion into the area, how furs are traded for guns and liquor,
these young Blackfeet don't seemed chagrined by the thunder of change,
J.A.B.
IT'S NOT THE FLU MY DYING FRIEND.
IT'S NANO TECHNOLOGY RESIDING WITH IN.
LET ME HELP YOU UNDERSTAND,
POPULOUS CONTROL OF MODERN MAN.
THE THOUGHTS OF GOVERNMENT,
WE ARE JUST SHEEPLE.
WITH NANO TECHNOLOGY,
THEY CONTROL ALL THE PEOPLE.
IF YOU DARE RAISE YOUR FIST,
YOUR YOUR NAME IS ADDED TO A GOVERNMENT LIST.
TODAY THEY CALL IT A FEMA CAMP.
A BETTER WAY TO KNOW WHERE YOUR'E AT.
THEY USE THE DRONES TO PATROL THE SKIES.
TYPE IN YOUR SOCIAL AND SOON YOU DIE.
THERE IS NO ESCAPE UNLESS YOU LIVE UNDERGROUND.
YOU LIVE LIKE A MOLE TILL THE DAY YOU ARE FOUND.
THERE IS SOMETHING ELSE, THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW.
THIS ALL STARTED LONG AGO.
WE WERE DEALT THIS DEADLY BLOW,
WHEN WE MADE CONTACT WITH UFO'S