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( From The Looking Back Series):
The struggle which battles within
grows stronger in me by the day.
Should I choose the dark path of sin
or heed the true words of the Way ?
You might think the choice is clear
if you've seen my life thus far.
The choice to live is so near,
writing these lines in my car.
Yet I have clearly known the meaning
of the deep,dark night of my soul
where desires outside the will of God
seem to me an attainable goal.
Still, my heart moves on to please God
as I yet listen for His Word,
to find the paths I once had trod,
to hear the voice I once had heard.
And God it is alone who knows
my beginnings from my end.
The choice I make in time will show
unto whom my knee will bend.
Douglas L. Ace
Here at this place, this overlook
where I've come throughout the years,
I look out over the valley
and reflect as the coming dusk nears.
It is here at this majestic overlook
where I've expressed time and time again
The scenic changes amidst the years
through the lines which flow from my pen.
A breeze blows gently upon my face
and this is as it should be.
A changing of seasons at this place
as the last signs of winter slowly flee.
But no matter the varied things I see
at this place from time to time,
Lord, You're the one constant ever with me
as I set these words to rhyme.
Douglas L.Ace
Douglas Moffatt went to Dumfries
To try to find some work
Though he didn't have a job
He had never been known to shirk
There he saw Mary Port
A very pretty girl
Whose lovely smile delighted him
And set his mind all in a whirl
They stepped out together hand in hand
Mary Port and he
Then one day with a smile and a kiss
She invited him home for tea
There he met her sister
Who took him aside
She said Mary had a suitor
She was promised as his bride
The suitors name was Clarence Field
A very nasty man
She said “If he find out about you
He will kill you if he can”
Douglas didn't care at all
Mary was his love
He swore that he would marry her
He swore by the Lord above
But Clarence Field sought him out
He challenged him to fight
A duel with weapons of his choice
To take place that very night
Douglas he chose pistols
He wasn't going to yield
So that night they faced each other
At ten paces in a field
Just as they cocked their pistols
They heard Mary shout out “stop !”
She jumped in between them
But too late and she was shot
A single bullet pierced her heart
And as she lay on the ground
She whispered “I love you both”
As the people gathered round
The two men looked at each other
and both of them cried
As their tears began to fall
Mary sadly died
The weekend is here again
And if I have my way
I'm going to spend my spare time
Watching films starring Doris Day
In nineteen forty nine
Ten years before I was born
Doris starred with Kirk Douglas and Lauren Bacall
In 'Young Man With A Horn'
She appeared with Gene Nelson
In 'Lullaby of Broadway’
And played Marjorie Winfield, a tomboy
In the film 'On Moonlight Bay’
'By The Light Of The Silvery Moon’
Is a film I’d always wanted to see
It was a sequel with the same characters and cast
And made in nineteen fifty three
That same year she made 'Calamity Jane'
A film I like very much
Featuring songs 'Secret Love’ and 'The Deadwood Stage'
Not forgetting 'A Woman’s Touch'
My late mother’s favourite film was 'Young At Heart'
In which Frank Sinatra played Barney Sloane
Doris's co-stars were amongst others
Gig Young and Dorothy Malone
In fifty-six, Doris starred in Hitchcock's
‘The Man Who Knew Too Much'
She first sang ‘Que Sera Sera' in this
It had the Master of Suspense's sinister touch
‘The Pajama Game' is one of my favourites
With the song ‘Hernando’s Hideaway'
If Frank Sinatra had accepted the leading man role
Janis Paige would have replaced Doris Day
My favourites are the ones
With Rock Hudson or James Garner as Doris's leading man
Whether shown on terrestrial or cable
I always try to watch them when I can
I’m waiting for the postman
He hasn’t been round yet
Because I can’t wait till he delivers
My Doris Day box-set
A new morning once again,
promising difference from others before.
Beautiful this morning as I write with pen
and I feel my spirit soar.
I cannot help but stand in awe
of all that I see before me.
Once again, I hear the call
to write of what my eyes see.
Quiet subdues the great expanse
of the forest to the mountains beyond.
A hawk overhead in the great distance
circles steadily and then is gone.
The sky takes on a hazy look
with the sun not quite coming through.
It is to me as if nothing took
away from this beautiful view.
This day for me holds promises anew
as I see it's quiet start.
Opportunities in this day will come to
strengthen and encourage my heart.
Douglas L. Ace
Eagles in the distance fly overhead
as out through the valley below
is the sense that spring is waking up
what once had slept beneath snow.
It's wonderful to see the view out here
as the sun is at it's height in the sky.
They soar out so far and yet come so near;
these winged wonders at home as they fly.
No matter how often I come to this place
it's just never the same as before.
I write of these things that time may erase,
so I find myself coming here more.
All at this place gives way to the new
and that's just as it should be.
Often neglected, ah but for the few
are these things at this place that I see.
Douglas L. Ace
That evening
we took a flat-bottomed boat
and swam it up the Thames.
Douglas the middle-aged *****
served martinis out of a crystal pitcher.
Lurching for lips, he kissed me.
I was surprised how sweet it felt.
Jenny in a canvas chair, pale legs crossed,
water-trailing sensitive fingers.
I prized the seahorse lilt of her ankles,
the tilt of her toes over blue brocaded slippers,
I liked her vexed intensity, ideals she wore
as bruises behind her eyes.
Marguerite was with child,
not mine thank God
though we had ed that summer.
She was learning how to use me
the way a nun uses a rich man.
I was beguiled by the swell of her;
her heavy breasts,
newly enticed
by the crease of her peach.
The ‘new’ girl was tender,
she loved a boy with a thick neck;
a green bruiser
who played a game so muddy
it could only be played on rainy Sundays -
I forget her name.
Back then I was a poet,
singing crinkled words into salty tears.
I could piss away a week’s salary in one night,
songs that years later could only quiver
moth-like at the bottom of a glass.
We swayed upriver,
Freddy — an avant-garde painter at the wheel,
and soon to die with a bullet in his eye.
Poor Captain Freddy,
Belfast painted his uniform.
Night latched the sky.
Bright words ceased to splash.
The moon slipped under us,
ripples chewed silver.
For a long pause, we were everlasting,
free to be carefree,
Marguerite,
Jenny from the knees down,
the soon to be dead,
and me.
Close to election time, we have the chance
to hear the candidates for office speak,
or “stump,” in nearby towns, to give their stance
on issues and improvements that they seek,
to promise they will strengthen all that’s weak.
The term “stump speech” dates back two hundred years,
when it was not used figuratively;
and those of the American Frontier
who ran for office stood, for all to see,
on tree stumps while they campaigned movingly.
All-day affairs complete with food and beer,
these rural fetes were rollicking and loud.
The speakers then (as now) tried hard to steer
the votes their way and captivate the crowd.
By hecklers’ jeers, the brave ones were not cowed.
With jokes and boasts, some livened every speech.
Sharp jabs at rivals filled the country air.
As time progressed, some speakers chose to reach
the crowd, not from a tree stump—but a chair
or barrel. Such scenarios weren’t rare.
Historical accounts of stumping state
the names of stand-out speakers in that day.
Three skilled men who excelled in a debate—
Abe Lincoln, Stephen Douglas, Henry Clay—
were stumpers whose wise words held unique sway.
Today some folks flock to the county fair,
not just for entertainment but to see
the candidates debating with great flair,
expounding on the facts; but they won’t be
atop tree stumps to shout, “Please vote for me!”
February 1, 2022
entered in Emile Pinet's Quintain (English) Contest
Do you have an alias ,diverts from your given name
Or the name you daily usehas it always been the same
At his birthday aged eleven,the boy he was given a brand new gladstone bag
And on it his initials were engraved, Henceforth from that celebratory day,
the high school students always called him DAG
In our Aussie/English language,
so many words have a double meaning
Here is an example
of how these thoughts are leaning
The poo that adheres to the backside of a woolly sheep
in the farming community it is commonly referred to as a DAG
When the boy was oft confronted, with the comment , why don;t you drop off
he rued those initials engraved on that gladstone bag
There is always a bright side
when adversity fills the van
Dag can also mean
that you are a humorous man
It's the second definition
to which he endow
Which lifted waning spirits, when sometimes it was
the way that he did bow
So now when immersed in an eager listening crowd
he titillatingly invites them to elicit a loud guffaw
Be it one individual or may be six or ten
if you use his christian name there will always be rapport
And the mans name , coincidentally it is Douglas, he's not dropped off
still hanging around, not as a sheepish kind of DAG
But never now is he referred to,
as the initials on that gladstone bag
Footnote: named after prime minister gladstone england
On the other side of the trees
the traffic busily goes by
but here on my side of the trees
it's the sun and the birds and I.
The trees form a great barrier,
hiding me from the traffic flow.
It's like my personal forest.
Just me and the wild things that grow.
It's designed to be deceptive.
You don't notice us from the road above.
That's the best thing about my deck.
It's one of the things I love.
My wooded little sancturary
in the middle of a busy avenue,
where city sounds mix with the call of birds
and deer and squirrels visit too.
The tall, tall Douglas Firs,
the Juniper and Ivy as well,
build a wall between the street and I.
It's such a serene place to dwell.