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Bar-be-que Chicken Breast
Fresh Garden Squash and Onion
New Garden Potatoes in White Sauce
Sliced Garden Vine Ripen Tomatoes
Steamed Fresh Garden Cabbage
Sweet and Sour Garden Fresh Beets
Corn Bread Sticks
Iced Earl Grey Tea with Bergamont
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In the stillness of night, I find myself alone,
A young soul with dreams, but fears have grown.
I’m caught in a struggle, a war in my mind,
Wondering if I’ll make it, or be left behind.
My heart is heavy, with memories of the past,
She left me for another, a pain that won't pass.
Her betrayal cuts deep, it echoes in my head,
A love that once lived, now shattered instead.
My parents look to me with hope in their eyes,
They need my help, but I feel paralyzed.
How can I support them when I’m so lost?
Their dreams rest on me, but what’s the cost?
I’m surrounded by temptations, I fight every day,
Addictions that pull me, leading me astray.
I battle within, trying to stay strong,
But some days it feels like I’m getting it wrong.
I’m the hope for my family, their light in the dark,
But these responsibilities leave a deep mark.
Their expectations weigh me down, push me near,
And I wonder how long I can hold back my fear.
I reach out to God, but He feels so far,
Like a distant whisper, a faint glimmering star.
I pray for guidance, for strength to carry on,
But the silence is deafening as nights drag on.
I believe there’s a purpose for which I was born,
Yet doubts and fears leave my spirit torn.
The pressure is mounting, it’s hard to stay afloat,
As I carry the weight of the world in my boat.
The past haunts me, it won’t let me go,
But my dreams keep me moving, they’re all I know.
Will I make it in life? It’s a question I bear,
But I keep moving forward, despite the despair.
The subjects I study push me to my limit,
At the finest school, my efforts feel infinite.
I strive for success, though the path is steep,
Hoping that one day, the rewards I’ll reap.
Frustration lingers, like a cloud in my mind,
Will I ever win, or be left behind?
The past weighs me down, but I won’t let it last,
I’ll keep pushing forward, not dwell on the past.
Tomorrow holds hope, a light in the dark,
A promise of joy, a fresh, new spark.
I believe I can make it, though the road is tough,
In the end, I’ll find my strength is enough.
So I rise each day, ready to fight,
I’ll push through the pain, and reach for the light.
For deep down I know, I have what it takes,
And one day soon, I’ll rise above the stakes.
the old year by the bye
and what a year it's been
the bittersweet passing of time
fleeting surreal in its extremes
of galloping yet at times stagnant
turning the page on the old
for a fresh start on the new
deep breath with pen in hand
i think about my resolutions
and how i want my year to be
afterall i am the author of my life
certainly i can say i want to live large
with a smile on my face
i can claim i want to live bold
with the wind in my sail
but most of all my deepest desire
is to treasure every last moment i am given
so i may explore and appreciate beauty
in all its worldly subtle nuances
AP: 1st place 2026, 3rd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on December 13, 2022 for contest RESOLUTIONS FOR 2023 sponsored by ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON - RANKED 5TH
The Lotus Eaters part 2 of 2
Fed them the one food they adored. In fact the only food they had in store.
Lotus blossoms, lotus leaves and lotus wine from lotus trees.
Lotus plants grew everywhere and made men’s heads dance and forget their own land,
friends, families and reasons for being there
Their cares were covered by the lotus spell
Great Odysseus knew this well and had to pry his sailors loose from their hypnotic grasp
Day and night his men passed in merriment lost at the mercy of the lotus power
Life became a dream and Lotophagi their Island paradise
In Ithica there’s poverty and war where battles bathed those days in blood
Reminiscing and memories disappeared in the narcotic mist or never was and never missed
Under the influence of this magical lotus flower, the hours draw on and on
No more reminders of love or lore on their own home shores
Brave and cunning Odysseus tricked his men with promises of virgins boarding their ship,
in need of their handsome company, a simple day’s trip at sea for pleasures and picnics,
that's all.
The men were weak and hypnotized, fell as easy prey, victims to his lies.
Still, he had to tie them down (for their own safety.)
At sea they all got sick, wakened quickly from the captive hold of lotus girls and lotus ways.
“This rock is not ours!” The great Odysseus yelled. “The spell has ended!”
“Let us leave and let the withdrawal begin!”
Ithica is a long way down but luck and fate is on our side. South winds will guide our way.
Cape Malea is in sight. The Peloponnesus is at hand. A fresh breath of life headed westwards,
a course that’s true and steady sailing for Ithica again.
Odysseus by any other name is Ulysses. The lotus by any other name is narcotic
and a rose by any other name could not smell sweeter…. Nor can freedom.
When it comes to being happy…this opinion I must express…
We tend to search for magic moments…to ensure our happiness.
But if we’re lucky we find moments…moments in a day
when, even though we were not searching…
magic finds us anyway.
Take yesterday for instance:
Our nephew and his wife who’d been on vacation in NC
brought an apple pie back 600 miles and gave it to Deborah and me.
We missed going to North Carolina this year…
the pandemic causing too much of a fuss…
Knowing this they brought a piece of NC back to Florida just for us.
An apple pie made with fresh apples right off the orchard’s trees
which they purchased after standing in line…from one of our favorite bakeries.
They handed us the pie…knowing it’s a pie we both adore
and I’m not sure if it was them…or us…who happened to be smiling more.
In fact Deborah was so happy…I thought she was going to cry…
as we both understood there was more than apples…there was magic in that pie.
So to keep the magic going…with this pie we were bestowed…
we covered it with vanilla ice cream…and ate it al-a-mode.
And with each bite we felt lucky to have that moment…
that moment in our day….
when, even though we were not searching…
the magic found us anyway.
(And let me tell you, wether you find it or it finds you…as I now end this little ode…
Most magic tastes a little better when it’s served up al-a-mode!)
These are the moments that stir our hearts
and make our spirits soar, like Phoenix's,
Doves and Condors, wearing the freedom
of the sky as a shawl.
The moments' corridors that remind us
of the closeted beauty that binds us, that we're here
to showcase down
the runway.
To set our apparel in it's halls and byways
(by the way) of Malls of shops and shelters and
abodes and day to day patterns of way.
Let us embrace them fully, let us revel in their grace,
in the gown of that embrace of swaddling nativity.
For in these simple wiles of life,
we find our truest fashion of place
and let them lighten and warm our days.
To change the garb when the world seems heavy, and joy seems far away.
Let us remember these breathable garments of interchangeability, and put on a new hat when the climate needs.
For in the subtle power of fitting choices,
we find the fabrics that fill our mold of
wearing the seasons mystery in the mime
of divine dressings, for the part in a royal wedding.
To face each new day with courage,
and to greet the dawn with hope's song of white linen
mouthing the atmosphere as signs in the jetstream.
So let us live each moment fully,
in the wonder of life's mystery,
and be grateful for each treasure,
in this journey's tapestry,
weaving us along it's strings of clothing.
The whispering tailor of Life-tugs at our seams,
at the shoreline, in tease - laundering,
a fresh scent on the cuff,
on the cusp of the designing,
our fashions' legs, hoods and sleeves,
of a blueprint style cloaked
by God's laundry list of Commandments
of care label instructionings.
My wild Irish heart - what could it do
that March when into my sweet girlhood blew
euphoria to make my heart careen?
Oh, heart as fresh as clover - kelly green -
when zephyr brought its scent of something new.
The breeze caressed me; all was made askew,
for what it had been carrying was you!
Beneath my tender breast there throbbed, unseen,
my wild Irish heart.
You bridled it and then you pierced it through.
Yet wilder than before and tough it grew.
For in your aftermath, I was to glean
the lessons that my youth had not foreseen -
and evermore would pulse in me - now blue -
my wild Irish heart!
Originally For Sandy Ivy's Go Green - what green means to you? (new or old poem)Poetry Contest and now for Linda's Get your GREEN on!!! (Get into the spirit and Go Green) Happy March17 (old/new poems)Poetry Contest
America prays for happy days, days when we can walk around and feel cheer.
America we love you so, we want each day to feel new and fresh, like the wind blows and makes us feel fresh.
America our home, we love you so, we will work all of our life cherishing each day with you.
America the land of God, land of the free, land of the brave, land of the many that call home.
America our home, we love you so, we will work all of our life cherishing each day with you.
America we pray and thank God every day, we look up to the sky and remember that our life is so small compared to the vast universes.
America our home, we love you so, we will work all of our life cherishing each day with you.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Can’t you see it is just me and mommy here?
Butt out.
It is bad enough I get stuffed back into this tiny confining fleshy
wrinkly ugly earth body, now I have to put up with the likes of you?
Go play with a video game or watch a TV show or something.
You have had your turn.
I thought I had leveled up enough in the heaven realm that I would
not have to do this again. I know, it was my choice, but to stay there
and read books about experience gives you about half the experience
points you get down here going through another life.
Your incessant whining is grating to my nerves. I am about to start
a full-out baby wailing session, with shrieks and screams, because I
know you’ll leave the house if I do. I am scrunching up my face now.
This is your only warning.
Is that Heinz 57 I am smelling on your breath? Dhram! It’s bad enough
that I do not have teeth, now I have to smell a fresh tasty sirloin on your
breath? I had forgotten how keen a newborn’s sense of smell is.
Dhram! Dhram! Dhram!
All I get is this smelly milk?
Go away Dad!
Written 12-22-2018 Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
Contest: Baby Face What You Think’n Picture D
Gentle ripples of clear water trace the banks
Where there are stones washed perfectly smooth
By the silent waves caressing their sleek veneer
And whispering echoes of tenderest serenity
Through the air that is so very fresh and clean
Bright, hot embers burn inside the circle
Where coals have turned the wood to heat
Warming the chilliness with breaths of hope
Brought on by the knowledge that everyone
Who visits this place will feel the grace here
Smoke drifts up toward a dark, evening sky
Stars surfacing in the distance, twinkling, dancing
Laughing at the moon who is lighting the night
With the assurance that there is true love living
Inside the hearts of those who share their feelings
Scents of grilling and insect repellant and night
Sooth the spirit with a sigh of contentment that is
Like peace freeing the soul to move toward insight
Into inspiration, elation, a haunting mystery growing
In honesty and praise, worshiping the One who saves
Enlivening and exciting, reflections of dreams invite me
To share my heart and soul, my inner faith and hope
Everything that gives and knows that real love unfolds
Among the ones who are willing to let go of their inhibitions
And fulfill their destiny with prayers for strength and wisdom
Nocturnal creatures lift their voices to sing through the dusk
Owl, opossum and raccoon make their presence known
Capturing their prey without creating any fuss or protest
With only their senses and purpose aroused, they whisper
Revelations of insights that only the wild creation experiences
God’s wisdom comes alive in the brilliant ebony of nightfall
Reminding hearts just why there is nature’s beauty to enchant
And delight, inspire the hope for tomorrow’s insight into
The future – where wisdom grows and freedom flows with
A sigh of whimsical pleasure at sharing in God’s creativity
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (10),any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
July 16, 2020