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Premium Member Nicky

I remember when YOU were little
On the newspaper YOU did piddle
Puppy, Nicky-Nic could do it all
He would fetch a stick or catch a ball

I remember with a voice command
You would roll over, speak, sit or stand
YOU were by my side at work or play
My faithful companion, night  and day

Swimming in the cool, clear mountain lakes
Romping through the snow, catching snowflakes
Springtime garden, Nick would till the ground
Jumping in the leave's multi-hued mound

My companion for eleven years
For my best  friend, I shed many tears
Good-by Nicky-Nic Until again we meet
When I find solace, YOU  laying at my feet

Dedicated To my Puppy " NICKY-NIC "

Author’s note : This is  formatted  from the Original POEM
NICKY-NIC For Danielle White’s Animal Companion Contest
Form: Rhyme


My Visit

The little town is eternal or seems so as I come back to trace
my childhood down these sidewalks. Each house holds 
faded memories yet, creeps back into my mind until once 
again I live the mystic solitude of my youth. Those echoes start 
to stir within me. I hear it in the mocking-bird’s song, the musical
notes that my youthful ears must have heard, and still rings in the trees.
From the songs of birds, I start my visit to the past, both joy and pain
Into my youth. On this day a curious man, trying to get close to the 
THROUGH CAUTION TO WIND, of a boy. The boy and his bare feet
with a sling- shot hanging from a back pocket, the love of nature in his
heart and pent up energy busting loose.
I was that boy, roaming the streets and fields beyond. It is that boy that
whispers to me now, creeping up to my ear to let me live it again.
He sings to me in my solitude, a song with a thousand notes, all in 
adventure, it is he that sings to me now. “Do you remember when we 
were we together?”
“Do you remember our good times?”
“We were together then,” he whispered to me.
Yes, I remember, for I treasure every note. 
More than once I trod down these streets and over the railroad tracks,
more than once I felt that hot summer breeze on my face,
more than once I saw that delta moon go down through the trees and
heard the cricket’s call.
He runs ahead of me pointing to the old church that I attended as a boy,
so many years ago. He awakens my own song, a sweet song of 
old friends, some passed. This old church that traced my steps through
Vietnam, bringing me  strength and comfort through the little bulletins
that brought me closer to home, if only for a little while.
The boy wipes a tear from my cheek, for his questions are ill timed,
but I have heard, him.
Now, at this moment, I am back for a thousand echoes are within me, 
never to die. I was that boy and he whispers to me the words to our
song. He calls to me from the shadow of a big oak and from the 
grassy fields with sights and sounds from the past. He blends himself
Into the shadows as I recall the shapes of old buildings and memories
flood my mind, things I nearly forgot. He frolics with me for old times 
until I must leave. Now, as I say “Good-by” I hear him whisper the words
to our song, he whispers his farewell.
Form: Prose

Book Tour -Aka- Move Over Fame You'Re In My Spot

The other day my cousin Mabel
She said to me
Mike I ain't never seen
Nothing before like your poetry

Cuz, you need to be famous
We're going to take this on the road
We're going to knock down some doors
We're going to make some heads explode

She said I know this feller
He's going to do good by you
He's one of them there agents of sorts
He'll put you in the news

Right then and there she called up Bubba
Who believe me, didn't come cheap
Wanting all the money up front
If he was to represent me

So I handed over all my doe
And now that's where we are
On a whirlwind of a tour
Of America's Super Wal-Marts

He even had me a bunch
Of my poetry books printed out
I think that they're in English
But I still have my doubts

That's okay cause most here
Prefer not to read
And Bubba had his kid draw in some pictures
Which seems about all they need

They ask if I'm famous
I come back with a lie
Ever hear of Jeff Foxworthy?
Well I know that guy

That's when the book sales took off
Like history in the making
I told Bubba to buy his son more crayons
We're going to need more illustrations

Yes this being a famous poet
Seems to really suit me
Tomorrow we're going to set up a stand
Outside of Denny's

We'll be hitting the breakfast crowd
Right on up through lunch
So move over fame your in my spot
Just call it a hunch

Premium Member PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO PROMISED TO GIVE A LIGHT TO US

May 15 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 21-24

Key Verse – 2Chronicles 21:7 Howbeit the LORD would not destroy the house of David, because of the covenant that he had made with David, and as he promised to give a light to him and to his sons for ever.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO PROMISED 
TO GIVE A LIGHT TO US	

Praise be to God for promising to give a light to us through His:
Grace that brightens our way 
Goodness beautifying our worth
Greatness bracing up our worship
Grandeur building our work’s wealth
Guidance buttressing our Biblical wisdom

2Chronicles 22:91 Praise be to the Lord 
for enabling us to seek Him for our:
Service to shine 
Self-denial’s serenity
Salvation we can share 
Sin-sorrows He will subdue
Service and stewardship to succeed 
 
2Chronicles 23:18 Praise be to the Saviour 
for letting us rejoice in Him with singing that: 
Tells of His faithfulness
Testifies about our faith’s fervency
Talks of our fortitude against falsehood
Terrifies our foes while trusting in His freedom
Triumphs in His fueling for festive fulfillment from futility

2Chronicles 24:16 Praise be to the Almighty 
for enabling us to do good by His: 
Power against evil
Provisions so essential
Presence away from envy
Protection along His eternal enclosure
Prosperity around His everlasting enabling. Amen!

May 15, 2024

Good By To Night

now i have been forgotten 
sun goes also deep sleep

not to be remembered 
you speak to me and i can't 
hear you 

why does this feel so comfortable 
stuck in the dark so pitiful

fleeting thoughts never stop
i'm still alone , in this mind 

as i walk this lonely road 
starry eyed girls swing their wings

beckoning me to come and join them
washed in the pale light of night

the resistance is against the sun too
blocked by no thought instant drama

wasted hours , cemetery relapse
all comes from the dead

forever longing of the morning 
even if a storm comes it would 
be a change 

frightened and isolated in this train
of thought 
believing if i could fly i would  

so nothing matters on this side of day
good by to night is what i say


Good By Love

What have you given that I've taken away? 
A mixture of pain like feelings that twist.
Once we experienced, feeling's of heaven.
We were childlike and happy, yes even glad-hearted.

But our love like the wind it drifted away.
Seen through my eye's a vision of lies, 
thoughts followed rain and I followed love.
Love left unburied, reborn left to die.

In a cloud burst of honey and yellow sunshine, 
A thick blanket of snow made a white bed for you. swimming by her
and after swimming to far
by luck their upon her, 
I came, 
she with another and both.

Building castles from sand
was she, 
not with the other, instead.

A monument to some mountain
a forgotten , 
or from her deep heart need.

She sculpted 
with her own two hands.

Speaking and still she could
as i watched, 
her other turning over, to me.

The World Is Your Home

There are roses everywhere, my child
Yet, you should be careful of the thorns they carry. 

There is sunshine everywhere, my child.
If you only learn to look through the clouds. 

It rains on mountains and fields alike, my child. 
Yet, there are deserts and droughts. 

There is fear of God in everyone, my child. 
Yet, there are felons and fraudsters. 

There is love all around you, my child. 
Yet, you should feel the one that's straight from heart. 

Money can't buy everything, my child. 
Yet, you will see that money rules you, me, the king and the slave. 

There is happiness everywhere, my child. 
Yet, you should learn to figure out the happiness within you. 

Every human is good by nature, my child. 
Yet, you should master the demons dancing in them. 

You can run as far as you can, my child.
Yet, you should watch your step in every turn you take. 

There are problems everyday, my child.
Yet, you shouldn't rant about troubles, rather talk about solutions. 


Come my child, come into this world soon.
I'm waiting for you with all my heart. 

I will not teach you anything, my child
Go, explore, learn and grow! 

I'll watch you and caution you at times. 
But the world is all yours, my child. 
Make it your home.

Living With the Ancestors

There must be more than stars out there
Blinded by the light inside the cave
Small fires burn to keep the people safe         
Hunched over men use finger paints
Maps and wild beast are drawn on walls
The hunt begins at morning by the moon
Stones and sticks are fashioned to a point
Weapons of choice carved from imagination
Primal people create devices to stay alive
To save the tribe from hunger pain
Poisons lurk in many of the hidden plants           
Women pray to mushroom gods for knowledge                         
As they gather berries and fungus from the ground
                                                                                            
Hairy men grunt and kiss the wife good-by
Going off to hunt might not seem glamorous
In fact it’s primitive.  It is survival.                        
Life is given up to chance
It’s not always pretty but it’s a living

Premium Member To David

To David 

The day that I met you it was a surprise 
to meet at the rest stop on a late Saturday. 
I knew we were good by the look in your eyes 
hearing without you even having to say. 

You worry there is someone else in the wings 
who may someday take your place in my life. 
Deep down I hope your big heart only sings 
with the faintest idea that I might be your wife. 

Being together has been a great gift  
that God gave us both to enjoy. 
I see it but only as my sorrow does lift 
Knowing you are a sensitive boy. 

I look to the future with more joy than my pains 
Knowing that our love will never feel any strains.
Form: Sonnet

Take Me For Me

TAKE ME FOR ME. 

I KNOW MY WEAKNESSES
I KNOW MY STRENGTH
I KNOW I'M COMPLEX
I KNOW MY DEEDS ARE COMPLICATED
I KNOW I COULD BE CONTROVERSIAL AT TIMES

 BUT... 
I KNOW HOW TO HANDLE MYSELF
I KNOW WEN TO STRIKE 
I KNOW WHEN TO STOP
THIS IS ME, JUST ME
IF U HAVE PROBLEM WITH ME
YOU JUST NEED TO LEARN TO UNDERSTAND ME
IF YOU CANNOT
IT IS YOUR FAULT, NOT MINE

FRIENDSHIP ISN'T ABOUT CHANGING ME TO YOU
IT IS ABOUT ACCEPTING ME FOR ME LEARNING TO UNDERSTANDING HOW YOU CAN GET ALONG WITH ME. 
IF YOU AREN'T OK WITH MY WAY
DO US GOOD BY CUTTING THE CORD. SO THAT THERE WONT BE A BAD BLOOD BETWEEN US.

(FM CONCEPTUAL)
Form: ABC

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