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Dear Pam, Curt, and Jem.
Pam, my father, your grandfather, died when I was 13 years of age.
When I was 36, I had been fatherless for 23 years. So many times,
I would have loved to have sought his advice, but he had passed on.
Curt, when I was 33 like you, I had been without a father for 20 years. His wisdom and insight would have been a tremendous help to me, but he died too soon.
Jem, when I was 28, I had been deprived of a father for 15 years. I needed him, but daddy departed prematurely.
O, my dear children. May you realize how blessed and fortunate you are to have a father, even in your adult years. May you honor him, respect him, and seek his counsel.
O, dear children. Make the best of him while you have him by your sides. Learn from his wisdom as long as God gives him to you. From him, there
is much to be gained. So, pick his brain, but cause him no pain.
Keep running the race that he has initiated, and be ready to accept
the baton when he passes it to you. The end is not yet within sight.
The flame of the torch is still burning bright; and its light is nowhere
near going out. Moreover, you must pay close attention; because there
is a prize upon which you must keep your eyes.
You must understand that when the baton is finally passed, I will have done my very best. And I will be depending on you for all the rest. 05112010. Posted on PS 12012016. Contest entry, A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE
CHOICE. Brian Strand
So many needs; So many hungry; So many homeless; So many good endeavors; So many requests for help; So many fraud-based endeavors.
But what more can I do? And who do I help, and how? Who do you dismiss, and why? Do we dare say 'No' to every phone call? No way can we say 'yes' to every request. Must I also respond to other charities as well? But I already channel my giving through my church. I know not what course others may or may not take; nor do I know how others should or should not respond. But not long ago, I found a fulfilling way that works for me.
For a good while, I was asking myself, "What can they do with so little when their need is so great? Will they appreciate my little gift or will they look down on me?" I felt better when a 'Thank you' letter came to me a few weeks ago. It read, "Your generous gift of $1 in December 2017 to ..... will help continue the lifesaving care for children like 9-year old ...."
I must share with you in condensed form the reason for that letter which came from one of at least about six different organizations that I support with $1 per month. I am so very excited about the new personal missions endeavor that God placed on my heart more than a year ago. So many well-meaning charities are constantly asking for money, and for a long time, I simply said "No, I'm sorry. I give to my church and that's about all I can do". But one day I sensed that a still small voice was speaking to me that said, "You can send each organization $1 each month that they send you a letter requesting a donation. I said "Yes" to that voice that I believe was God's voice. He showed me how to do a little bit more than I was already doing, and I am a much richer man for having done so.
060521PSCtest(2nd contest entry), $ Poetry Contest, Anthony Biaanco
02132018 FB PS Contest, Your Favorite Poem Written In February, Laura Loo
The cry from a young girl, it turned into a scream
Putting my hand over my ears, I prayed it was a dream
A voice so deep and threatening, gave a blood curdling laugh
Don’t cover your eyes up girl you are the next one in the bath.
Pulling down my fingers, I saw he held her in the bath
The terror in her eyes yet all he could do was laugh
He held her under the water, her arms and legs kicked in fear
He let her breathe for a second, saying ‘it’s your turn soon my dear.’
I could not move my legs; they were tied with a black tie
My naked body battered, I couldn’t even cry
The little girl no more than five, her screams no longer heard
He looks disappointed, my eyesight was now blurred
He hoisted me in his arms; I tried to scream so loud
He plunged me in the water; her hair covered her like a shroud
There was no room for two, her body floated there
One last bubble from her nose, the last escape of air.
My legs were tied, my arms were free, a scream through the air did rend
Was I to die and spend my end, in a bath with my dead friend?
The face of my mother hovered over me the face of my father there too
Their arms were holding out, but there was nothing they could do.
My head held down, my fingers pulled at the hair of my now dead friend
The pressure of his hand on me it was then, I knew, now was the end
Why oh why didn’t we listen we were told never to speak to strangers
The answer came too late; we never ever saw the dangers.
Contest entry. Poems to keep you awake at night.
© 3/06/2013 GG
It seems that a weak sun is trying to penetrate my cloud~
A cloud so heavy filled with moisture it drips steadily
Black ominous, not described as light and fluffy so hey you get off my cloud
For the swallows dart about through the damp thickness like bats who fly at night
Let's try to make my cloud go away
Don't let it stay, clear it for future generations
This cloud will engulf the wildest teen
A cloud of destruction for our future generations
How can our youth survive what has been placed around them
A steady availability of illegal substance
A diet that is totally unhealthy
Violent games on gaming systems
Teaching of right removed from the schools
My cloud is heavy, chilling, swirling, damp, penetrating the core of society
Citizens what can we do?
Remember Rome did not fall in a day internal decay ate away its foundation
A cloud of decay is consuming our precious society
What can we do to redeem our future?
Think it through what can we do__
Contest Entry
The sky burst with swirling colorful gases of green, blue, magenta
and sprinkled with diamond like stars reflecting magnificent color upon lakes
and streams. Aurora Borealis the northern lights what an awesome, breaktaking
beauty. Crowned jewel of the earth's wonders. A beauty that I haven't seen in
person only in pictures or flashes across the screen in a movie. Movements like a
ballerina on stage those spectacular pastels on display like lovely clouds moving in the sunrise filled with delight..A rainbow of promise on parade with meteor showers passing in full speed ahead.
A crown jewel fit for the King
Sovereign Who will soon reign
Flashing lights to display His throne
He Who will destroy chains
The earth is the Lord's; all fulness
The world and they that dwell
He is the crown jewel of heaven
He loves even those that fell
He deserves a crown of beauty
He got one of tough thorns
Crown Him now with earth's full glory
Our worship Him adorn
Contest entry for the Haibun that isn't a true Haibun contest..
The earth is the LORD'S, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. Psalm 24:1
If there was a pill that I could take today
This pill could hit the spot without delay
And this pill was the same shape as your loving heart
It will cure all my ills and my pains for a start
It can make a path down to my weary soul
And it can build me up and make me feel whole
If this pill is your love and you send it to me
Then I will swallow it quickly and just wait and see
This pill must come with a strong warning too
Will you take my heart shaped pill I sent to you
This heart as a pill will work for the one and only
Cures all the ills and stops one being lonely
If affected don’t drive or use heavy machines
Give to the one you love, and start living your dreams
© 23/01/2013
Contest Entry for The Pill of Life Contest sponsored By Russell Sivery
True joy is to hold a newborn child
Their God's gift to make you smile
you'll never find more earthly worth
then two souls joining who give birth
Grandpa's pride and Grandma's idle
for these new parents it's their child
To hold, love, teach, nurture and guide
They do it all with a smile and pride
All of the fear, worry, happiness and joy
Unequaled by any store bought toy
The richest people, you'll see around
Are playing with children on the ground
Long life, for a child, to breath earths fresh air
Hear the echo, as all repeat the same prayer
Contest entry for "Children in rhtme"
I smiled when orange sun bursts peered,
They blush for purple iris leafs,
Us spring tide heart flames so revered,
Like robin red breasts perched on eaves
Cosmic arcs harvest moonlight spread,
Leafy woodland suburbs green shed,
Garden mazes gold mint spiked trail,
Scented frosts plough a snow drop veil
When orange sun bursts peered they blush,
For purple iris leafs I smiled,
So revered like robin red breasts,
Perched on eaves us spring tide heart flames
Fountains spray with ice tip sprinkles,
Seven wonders dash in twinkles.
Poem created : 9 September 2020
Contest : Charonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Charles Messina
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I peer into your depth bypass my reflection
See an image of another day out of time,
Mingled with spirit calling for one’s affection
Lurid evidence still of industrial grime.
Yet this fertile inspiration moved a nation
Arteries connected living channels of hope,
Creation of working class whom knew their station
Seeking a desire for work each day they did grope
To touch the water ripples flow and circles spread
The cut healed with sutures holding tight bank to bank
My sentiment grows with each circle cast thy bread
Eyes look into mine from the waters depth are blank
Bypass my reflection I see yours looking up
Your maker took those with no silver spoon to sup
© 20/11/2013
Collaboration by Harry J Horsman & Mandy Tams
Contest Entry
The Kitchen Fitter
As the wire set alight I cursed his low born name
Then he hit me with a bill and I said you go to hell.
To court he did take me, to pay he was going to make me.
The first appearance was a joke, the judge in squash shorts and a coat
He wanted time to read the papers thoroughly through and through
The kitchen fitter looked smug, but I said just watch your mug
He said, you will have to pay and I told him, no, no way
I said if you do proceed you will greatly regret this deed
The fitter laughed as he told me that he could have bought and sold me
But in court I was to have the last laugh on him.
I stood there and defended my reason not to pay
The judge looked bored to him this was just another day
I said that it’s a crime and for it the fitter should do time
And a counter case I proceeded to relay
Just ask the low born fitter what bad parts he used that day
I began.
It is a criminal offence to take to court on some pretence
When you know that you don’t really have a claim
So I turned the tables on him, and the judge demanded to know
Hey you kitchen fitter, just what do you think is your game?
I proclaimed that he used faulty parts and that he knew it
And as the fire started their defence was gone because the fuses blew it
The judge decreed that I must succeed and he did proceed
To throw out the spurious claim for pay
I then related quietly that he had kept me up nightly
wondering how to put right the dubious work he did on that day.
The judge looked at me and he said oh I can guarantee
That the kitchen fitter will now be the one to pay
There will be compensation and I make a declaration
That if he comes before me in any shape or form again
Not only will he pay but he’ll come to rue the day
That he ever set foot in this court and your name tried to defame.
© 17/04 2013-04-17 Dragon, One Fitter Nil.
Contest entry: The Dragon Slayer Contest. True Story