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Being adopted living in the country
an only child but knew sweet contentment
although had beginnings of a stammer
life was happy feeling no resentment
At the age of 12 there on my own
watching my football team for the first time
being given freedom at Kilmarnock F.C
felt good just there myself so like rhyme
To Blackpool in '77 for my first hols alone
really felt good driving my mini on route
eventful time there lost wallet and car
but found car ok, so had a nice ice cream cone
Have felt fulfilled at Scots Assoc. for Stammerers
providing support for those who stammer
appeared on Scottish TV in '87 in advert
this felt good control in front of the camera
The holiday highlight of my life
arrive in Geneva at 90f so hot
Switzerland breathtakingly beautiful
go Jungfrau high snow/sun you've got
Then om 2012 I took early retirement
to make me so happy and fully free
having time to be in the countryside
watching nature and all there is to see
Looking back thinking of one so special
my dear Christine one so special and true
many great times spent over our 32 years
it's been a real whirl all because we said I do!
(This being my 2000th poem, I thought it appropriate to look at highlights in my life I had forgotten about and how they had influenced my life.)
I'm Rudolph stuck in traffic, and on this of all the nights,
and up to now my nose has matched each set of traffic lights,
the fat guy in the back keeps bridling at our progress slow,
why I get saddled with him each year, I harnessly don't know.
When other Reindeer used to help, back then boy, we could fly
but they've been made redundant since their running costs were high.
Dasher's now a quarterback for Minnesota Vikings,
and Dancer's in a chorus line, it's much more to her liking.
Prancer's found a new life with the Spanish riding school
and Vixen works the shopping Malls, which I think is pretty cool.
Cupid isn't stupid he went for early retirement
and Comet just lives off the land, Lichen his sole requirement.
Donner runs a kebab shop, he's doing pretty well
and Blitzen helped but left because he couldn't stand the smell.
So here I am, life can be cruel, it never reins it pours,
stuck in a line of SUVs instead of home indoors,
and Santa's whining at the fact I cannot be cold started,
and that is why I warmed him up, I clenched my cheeks and farted.
(All spelling intentional)
For contest 'Christmas Rhymes', sponsor Kim Rodrigues
November 27th 2017
Looking back having God's good hand
throughout my life, I can testify
of His goodness and mercy
for He's heard my constant cry
A few highlights along the way
being adopted soon after birth
brought up in a loving stable home
God's goodness so full of worth
Always in employment all my years
till early retirement in 2013
God the great provider forever be
His loving hand was always seen
Marriage became my way twice
wedded Jean in '81, such bliss
lost her a year later caused such grief
but Jesus came with a new life of His
Then met Christine and wed '90
look back on happy years so great
seeing the Lord's hand so evident
holding us together on one long date
I've known God's healing hand
in recent years with a powerful touch
firstly prostate cancer came my way
then diabetes came but here I do stand
All of my life I've had bad stammer
at times it's been a real pain
but God's made me content to be still
for He sends His grace to sustain
God is good in all His ways
holding me up no matter my state
where would I be without His care
look forward to passing in heaven's gat
(Looking back on God's goodness throughout my life and his faithfulness to me.)
"But when the goodness and loving kindness of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to his own mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirit, "
Titus 3: 4,5 (ESV)
A new start is always good
beginning afresh completely new
this opportunity came to me late
least expected it not having a clue
But when it came it was a thrill
to do my own thing in my time
using this time what I thought best
relaxing at peace life's a rhyme
An opportunity to enjoy nature's best
walking in the hills forever green
seeing the countryside at it's loveliest
such a sight so real to be seen
I could also read all I promised
to feast my eyes upon before
such history I hadn't known
now I could let my mind soar
To give more time to poetry
read and write to my hearts content
write real images in your mind
blessed is this for it's divinely meant
(This is based on my new life of early retirement which began four years ago.)
10/13/12
Trails of your tears are seen on the grounds of time
Twice removed; I see the sheer impact of the grime
I didn’t even try to stop it; I would only add to the pain
I saw their eyes glaze over when they realized you were dead
And I hated myself for all the things I had said
I put on the sheets of endless sorrow—what we call rain
I fled from the living, an early retirement
Giving into the darkness of my solitary confinement
I scratched the scabs of dry tears building in my disclosed eyes
Only to open them to a deplorable land
A land and people I have never come to understand
Now I can never silence the shrilling cries
Tears everywhere—tears filling my heart
Piling on emaciated stillborns in the familiar death cart
I see women, children, grown men screaming in rage
And the crusty eyes close again, not knowing what to do
I am merely a coward—a faltering fool
Every other quality I had once possessed is hazed
Raise the sun on my darkened gloom of today
I wish only to take all of the self away
To make room for others in this solitary state
For the next time hate rains down upon the ground,
I will take all of the blame without a sound
For no one deserves my distilled, dark fate
A misfit in Liverpool
I think of oranges when I see a painting by Constable of a morning sun
that looked like blood orange dripping nectar down on some
fishermen trying to catch eels on the dark surface of the bay.
There were sail-ships too ready to hoist sail in the morning wind.
When I lived in England, I met several police constables, most
of them, nice blokes, but during the miners´ strike, they became
radicalized, they had a good talking to by those higher up and
were also promised plenty of overtime.
John, a police constable fifteen years on the beat and no promotion-
a friend of mine refused to partake in hitting miners over the head,
he continued his lonely beat, but at the station, he was ostracised,
a lonely figure in need of a friend- He often came into my cafe after
hours, we drank vodka with orange juice, lamenting the time we lived in. John took early retirement, and I sold my cafe.
I knew a man who was raised by a farmer,
who had a very large family; and this man that
I knew was one of 8 boys and 6 girls. This family
farm was located on some of the richest soil
in all the world, and it was surrounded with
great scenery. But unlike his father, he never
became a farmer but worked long and hard for a
company up North that made farming machinery.
An early retirement brought Bill back to the family farm
that was then being leased out by a younger brother to other
farmers. It wasn't long before Bill became a fisherman. Bill
loved to fish, and if anyone ever asked of the whereabouts
of Bill, all they'd have to say was, "Bill's gone fishing".
I was never privileged to go fishing with Bill, but his
sister, my wife, would often speak of the great fisherman
that he was. She'd gone fishing with Bill a time or two, and
would tell me that it seems that the fish knew Bill personally.
Of all the nets cast into the same plot of water, it appears that
the fish raced to Bill's line more than any other in the water.
Bill the fisherman was not in it commercially. It seems that next
to actually catching fish, giving fish away was Bill's greatest joy.
081722PSCtest, A Jolly Fisherman, Julia Ward
Natural landscapes embrace the small town Crickhowell,
Comforted in a lush cocooned valley.
The Black Mountains that stretch for an eternity,
And casting of high shadows for an early retirement.
Beauty that will never be duplicated.
Singing rivers run wild through this place,
A calm melody of the Usk in the mist of the morning,
To a raging bull as it approaches a water fall in Tal-Y-Bont.
Power of a world that is unable to convince with words.
Diverse landscapes capture the essence of your heart
As you travel from deep plentiful woods in the Beacons,
Then imagine the most beautiful shoreline ever seen.
Long sandy beaches of Tenby to the cliffs of Landwit Major.
You stare at yourself as you gaze out to sea.
The breeze that touches your face is like a kiss of passion,
A paradise purpose built by Earth for all to see.
History and knowledge owned by its people from the Rhondda,
The true wealth of community still runs free here.
Born are the stars that have extreme influence on the world,
This by all counts is not a coincidence.
A true asset to the World, Wales.
Zero to five. Can't say that I remember anything.
Five to seventeen. School, work, play; see you later.
Seventeen to twenty-two. Working and going to college.
Twenty-two to forty-four found me getting married, raising
children, and working 'way above' and 'far beyond' nine to five.
Forty-four to fifty-nine took me into a time when we became empty
nesters, and I began to feel as if I were emotionally in decline; and
I worked and worked all the time like I was out of my mind. At the age of fifty-nine, I started coasting into early retirement at sixty-two. And now, I'm having fun writing mini stories and poems at sixty-nine.
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His back pain never ceases
since the crash,
when the other driver
failed to see the red light.
The active and early retirement
he enjoyed for thirty years
changed in a moment,
as if someone pressed the “stop” button.
He now spends his days in a favorite chair
looking out the front door
at a narrow view of the neighborhood,
like a wounded race horse in a stall.
The TV is never on during the day
and no radio can be seen nearby,
as he finds comfort in the only place
that conforms to his malformed spine.
I’ve known him for five years
and visit him periodically,
because he seems to enjoy company.
He’s full of stories
that frequently repeat themselves,
while I listen as if they’re new—
good one’s worth relishing again
on a lazy afternoon.
I lift his spirits by being there
and seek no recompense.
To see him smile
and hear an occasional laugh
is my reward.
He is a friend,
albeit limited due to circumstances,
and I’ll miss him,
as time takes its toll
and strength recedes
in increments too small to measure.