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The smell of a steam train
passing me by
The roar of the engine
brings a tear to my eye
Such dear childhood memories
of when you and I
would watch from our garden
smoke rising so high
The “clickety-clack”
of the wheels on the track
as the engine emerged from a tunnel so black
Ma would despair as the smuts in the air
would stick to her washing
she’d just hung out there
Now longing to see an engine so free
It was almost alive
Such a monster to drive
A magnificent sight
It would truly delight
In plush wooden carriages
we travelled afar
An adventure each time
with our Ma and our Pa
So much nicer than driving
our old battered car
But trains of today have nothing to offer
Overcrowded are they
and they all look the same
for nothing compares
to a real live steam train
'cept maybe a Bullet Train
I rode in Japan
so long, sleek and white
just like Concord on rails
It was fast
it was sleek
it was comfy and clean
but I somehow still yearn
for that smell of the steam
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do you know what I mean...
Written 28th October 2021
Contest Railroads an historical glance back
Sponsor BJ Legros Kelley
2nd Place
Contest A STRAND (Dec30)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Not ever having gotten drunk before,
I drank tequila; then I drank some more.
The night got shorter. Wasted, then I saw
A tall dark cowboy stride into the bar.
The drinks kept flowing as he hit on me,
And now I have this vaguest memory. . .
I got up on the counter in high heels.
I think I’ve learned how Jimmy Buffet feels!
I think I did the can-can till I fell.
Both head and tail of mine now feel like hell.
And though I’m used to waking up with dread,
No dread compares to what lies in my bed!!
A smelly guy who now I have discovered
must use false teeth, for here they sit uncovered!
Worst morning after; now I’m feeling ill.
Where can I find a morning after pill?
(Hope everyone realizes this is pure fiction. LOL)
For Black Eyed Susan's The Worst Morning After
I wish to have a do over
A truly fresh start
To have a new beginning
With a fully redeemed heart
To be more connected
More engaged in every part
Recognizing life's true blessings
Knowing, where Thou Art
I know my life has meaning
For I have listened to Your word
Crystal clear thinking
For Your lines are never blurred
When I call out to you, Jesus
I know that I am heard
For within my very being
My spirit is deeply stirred
Nothing compares to you Jesus
The world's allure, it now seems pale
The things that I chased after
Now, seem so cold and stale
When I didn't heed Your spirit
I was destined then to fail
Until I reached for your hand
That was pierced by an iron nail
My God, is the God of new beginnings
Do overs and such things
My shackles fell away
Under the light that Jesus brings
My sins have been forgiven
I'm protected by His wings
Within the very Heavens
More than one Angel sings
When we embrace God's Kingdom
Our lives become true works of Art
New beginnings only matter
If we choose the right place to start
So place those heavy burdens
At the cross and press restart
Nothing compares to Jesus
He promises to heal your broken heart
My friend Christine Cloutier asked me if I had any poems on Fresh Starts so I wrote this one for her upcoming Art Exhibition. I am looking forward to reading this one and another poem called Better.
The heart it the universal symbol of love…across the world it is globally applied.
but I think it ought to be the circle…after all…the heart is just a circle…modified.
When we hug another person…when our thoughts surround someone we’re thinking of
we have, essentially, formed a circle…and inside this circle…is love.
Inside each circle awaits acceptance, generosity, understanding and affection..
It’s where we find compassion, joy and laughter…security and protection.
It is the nature of our circle, once the seeds of love are sown
that its boundaries are soft and fluid…they are never made of stone.
This gives our circle elasticity…a natural ebb and flow
expanding as we add more love…allowing our circle to grow.
And because of this malleability…as throughout our life we climb
we can be a part of a multitude of circles…all at the very same time.
When we welcome other circles into ours…we cannot help but smile.
as our circles blend together…even if only for a little while.
And we find when it comes to our circles of love…nothing else in life compares
once another person has entered our circle…and we have entered theirs.
It strengthens every one of us…it energizes…it empowers…
knowing we shall forever remain a part of their circle…and they a part of ours.
So here’s my vote for making the circle the universal symbol of love…
and if any of you out there still doubt it….
remember…one of the beauties of a circle is…
you can’t spell LOVE without it.
It probably won’t matter
Whatever I say you crush
The know-it-all refuses to listen
The conceit of a fool is so rigid
Unable to admit your arrogance
Positive advice is sound
Not attacking one’s ego
It’s acceptable to be uninformed
An open mind recognizes intent
God is the only know-it-all being
Declare your validations
Excuses all heard before
Nobody compares to your intellect
You already know whatever I say
Self legendary opinion means fool
I desire the best for you
No sense to demoralize
I’m not insulting your intelligence
There’s no call for rationalizations
Nor arguments to my interventions
Our connection I lavish
Listen, accept direction
April 2, 2018
Love that once burned so bright,
Lost in the darkness of endless night.
Distance drove us far apart,
A divide between us, a broken heart.
You needed space, I found someone new,
But my heart still longed for only you.
Five others came, but nothing compares,
To the love we shared, no one compares.
Why did you go, was it meant to be?
Were we just young and blind to see?
Maybe we were perfect for each other,
But fate had other plans to discover.
Questions remain, unanswered in my heart,
Longing for answers that'll never start.
But still, I cling to memories so true,
Of a love that was real, and forever grew.
Memories of laughter and joy,
Of whispers of love, that nothing could destroy.
Of moments so perfect, they were hard to find,
A love that was more than just in the mind.
Though we may be apart,
The echoes of love will never depart.
For the love we shared was more than a phase,
It was a love that set our hearts ablaze.
So, I'll hold onto the memories so dear,
Of a love that will always be near.
And though we may never be together again,
The echoes of love will forever remain.
I miss you like the flowers miss the sun
in the depth of winter.
I've seen the new moon,
I've seen sunrises and sunsets
but nothing compares to your beauty.
Who am I, you ask?
I am a knight who fights for a place in your heart
A knight who can go the distance,
a knight so brave that he would fight a lifetime
to keep your heart safe.
A knight who would give his ears just to hear your voice.
I fight this battle to keep your dreams and your heart safe.
I will not lose because your heart is at stake.
I have to ride now because destiny and
the battle of your heart calls.
I have your love
protecting me so
I know I cannot lose.
If I had a dime
I'd pay for the time that I had lost long ago
but I only have a penny and a head
filled with many memories of summer spent with you
Now it's winter, and I still think
of the summer nights
although we had our fair share of fights
nothing compares to those 90 days
of having you by my side
Understand me when I say
of course, I miss your presence or the way you laugh
But if I had a dime
I wouldn't ask you to be mine this valentine
Hearing your name, I can't help but smile
mainly at the remembrance of those childish days
but not as the person you are now
though you have fooled me once
I shouldn't let you fool me twice
So, if I had a dime I wouldn't let you waste my time, but i'd keep
the summer nights when you were sincere
and I was merely naive
for following my dreams.
You know that I love you,
And there is nothing I can do
About it.
You know that I need you,
There is nothing I can do to change that.
I walk around town with my eyes open,
It seems they are closed,
All they see is you,
My eyes are for you!
Sitting in the club,
Ladies strutting around
To get a bit of attention; my eyes bling blind
All that is on my mind is you!
Only you can induce desire in me;
I am not a cabbage, no I ain't;
I am addicted to your sweetness rare!
Nothing else compares.
Let them call me untouchable coward
I don't care! All I see is you.
Beta and the VHS
Could not be beaten years ago.
A childhood of watching tapes...
These were standard video.
Then throughout my teenage years
The DVD was made.
The quality was noticeable
Because of this upgrade.
Discs progressed over more years...
Along came the Blu-ray.
Evolution yet again
Of picture and display.
Ultraviolet and 3D...
Digital copies too.
Many ways to watch a film...
These are just a few.
These days, resolution lies
In glamourous 4K...
Up to four times better than
The typical Blu-ray.
From what I've heard of resolution
8K is the best.
I wonder how when the time comes
It compares to the rest?