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My journey has been long
a few steps proven wrong
I keep searching for a way
with the dawn of each day
to discover where I belong
before I sing a Swan Song
I seek a virtuous moral path that will lead me to a much better life
A more righteous one without knowing hardships, miseries and strife
I've walked with countless burdens; each a heavy albatross on my back
And I've grown weary of being dealt yet another losing hand of blackjack
At this crossroads I stand
A choice at my command
Which way shall I choose
I'm not offered any clues
To bear right or to the left
I'm feeling sad and bereft
Tears fall as I humbly pray
Upon my knees, I now say
Give me Your guiding light
A North star shining bright
Or trills from a nightingale
If moonbeams are too pale
I need to view a faint glow
of hope so I'll surely know
the direction of my destiny
Time to declare, intrepidly
in a clear, reassuring voice
the roadway of my choice
Hoping it's the one for me
The path that sets me free
Posted September 24, 2021
Crossroads Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Thanksgiving Reflections
Kevin Davis 2025
Each fourth Thursday in November’s light,
We mark a day of thanks outright.
We pause to honor all we’re given—
The harvest blessings life has written.
As the year draws gently to its end,
We look to family, love, and friends.
For joy and health, for safety too,
We offer thanks in all we do.
We lift our hearts in quiet cheer
For moments gathered through the year.
For simple joys and hopes that shine,
We give our thanks for gifts divine.
For laughter shared and burdens eased,
For sorrow softened, spirits pleased,
For every lesson life imparts,
We hold these blessings in our hearts.
For morning light and evening rest,
For doing right, for doing our best,
For work that shapes the lives we live,
We bow in gratitude and give.
For mended bonds and friendships grown,
For seeds we planted, harvests sown,
For dreams that rose where doubts once lay,
We give our thanks this holiday.
For peace that finds us when we pray,
For strength that meets us day by day,
For courage when the road feels long,
We lift our voices in this song.
We are thankful on this day—
Grateful, joyful, come what may.
We are thankful, we are blessed.
Together strong, in love we rest.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING
"Don't let yesterday's memories overtake the joys of today."
Quote- by Poet
The holidays approach- but, then come pangs of pain
remembering the yesteryears when I was young;
when my dear family would meet- and once again,
with aunts and uncles, cousins- we together hung.
Back then, my grandparents- the oldest ones, were there,
whom I remember well- and still miss much today,
as well as my dear parents, gone; they all now share
on high- while looking down with love on us, I pray.
Yet, many years have passed; my spouse and I behold
our roles as grandparents, and great-grandparents too.
Gone are the days when families stayed close to fold;
these days- they move away and scatter out of view.
Now, as the matriarch, new joys have grown for me.
Though yesterdays stir memories of vivid past-
just like those days- though less, we mingle happily
to gather close- so grateful for the love amassed.
The holidays approach- but, then come pangs of pain;
back then, my grandparents- the oldest ones were there.
Yet, many years have passed; my spouse and I behold-
now as the matriarch, new joys have grown for me.
November 30, 2020
Contest: My Created Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
Rhyme Pattern - 4 stanzas, 4 lines of abab cdcd efef ghgh,
last verse repeat a, c, e, g lines, 12 syllables per line
Dusk, the end of day, the soften bed of moonlight,
brings wild thoughts within its sultry shadows musing.
Belle Lune, fair damsel, bringing love and fright,
release my tongue-tied self, please allow my crooning.
Troubadours have strung the onyx sky with comet
tails glittering white, and bowed each string to unite
the pensive poet's heart and that of his fair coquette;
see them sway, a dance displayed amour in the moonlight.
Shadows deepen, have they left, thought hard, grown contrite
or has the moon, amused, drawn shadows 'round as gowns?
Will he rise at dawn, curtains drawn, write of the night?
The maid, the moon, the well so deep, the heat profound
calls to him in memory, now cooled by harsh light.
For now, there is, but the empty page of daylight.
Mexico claims part of Texas as its own
Calls to invade the Lone Star State have lately grown
Long-time Texans can hardly believe their ears
This issue has been decided for many years
But on Christmas night, Mexican gangs
roamed Texan border towns, seeking Texans to hang
They killed 2,000, then raped some more
took others hostage, about twelve score
Joe B., furious, ordered an all-out assault
He'd show those Mexicans who was at fault
Not so fast, progressive Democrats said
There was 'context' to the border assault, and the 2,000 dead
In fact, the Mexicans were the unlucky victims of systemic racism
not to mention decades of oppression and neo-colonialism
Since the 1850's the Mexicans had suffered, the Left said
'Twas a heinous crime for 'Genocide Joe' to kill them dead
So, Joe B. caved, and gave the 'conquistadores' their reward
Over their new border inside Texas, all their 'amigos' poured...
As a child of the late1940s,
Heard Skiffle, Folk, Rock and Roll
Loved country and the blues
Loved the sound of soul.
Heard, Donegan, Perkins, Presley,
Make all those blues based hits
Heard Jerry Lee, Buddy, the Bopper
Guthrie, all those talented young Brits.
Suddenly we had a language,
A music of our very own,
Criss crossing the Atlantic
To mix with that home grown.
So many decades later,
My life having moved on,
I still listen to that music but
Most of the heroes are gone
Eyes closed, glass in hand
I listen at my leisure,
My music may be old but
It gives so much pleasure.
In my mind i see my idols
Strut and own their stage
Many died too young
That just means they don’t age.
Those very special people
Whose talent will not fade,
I have been so privileged to see
Music history being made.
A musical dinosaur maybe
But I don’t really care.
I heard the music change
And I was lucky to be there.
Politics, aerobics, arithmetic
All of this commuted reconvicts
Genocide, homicides, what's in if for all you guys
run, run, run,
hide, hide, hide alibi
Just confined, must be nine it's mine
Denomination must be graven
Religious programing
Regional back firing
all of this I desire
Chorus: Oh, I just wanna go ever so high, ever so higher
Lord you fill me up
I am all caught up all caught up and you fill me]
Cause you fill me up
Lord you fill me up
I am all caught up all caught up and you fill me]
Cause you fill me up
Lord you fill me up
Lord, I've had it up to here
That is why, I'm glad you've filled (me)
With you love, with your words from heaven above;
You fill me up, you've bless me with your love you filled me up
Oh, I just wanna go ever so high, ever so higher
Lord you fill me up
I am all caught up all caught up and you fill me
Cause you fill me up
Lord you fill me up
Unemployment, no unions
mothers fighting daughters over delusions
Father no longer here
Son no longer fears, where the rest is whose passes the test
High inflation, rhythms stations
Standing on the streets at night so out of sight
Grown up too soon, can't relied on anyone anything, anymore dreams
Chorus: Oh, I just wanna go ever so high, ever so higher
Lord you fill me up
I am all caught up all caught up and you fill me]
Cause you fill me up
Lord you fill me up
I am all caught up all caught up and you fill me]
Cause you fill me up
Lord you fill me up
Lord, I've had it up to here
That is why, I'm glad you've filled (me)
I am running out of steam think I've grown up too soon
All of this I desire comfort ride can you give me time
Lord, I've had it up to here is there any room
I still have an empty cup
Please Lord continue to bless me with your love as you fill me up
written words & Arranged music by
James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology "There's Praise in Song" 2012,2017
January 25 2012
Sitting on the bench, beneath which a green blanket covers the ground, and above, the ceaseless sky shines with her thoughts that never end.
A nostalgic film that made her sad, though it was good-and tangled
She loves the change-but somewhere, the girl she’s missing is no more,
She can't find her now-wondering ,
Can she bring her back,all she need is a spark in her own core.
That girl couldn’t talk to strangers and didn’t care about foreign mind,
But she was happy and kind, prayed for others-lived unwind.
Sometimes she cried, sometimes she was lost,but with constant self,
and improved for her love, and no one else.
that girl's charm fallen in a void -hazy, Now can talk to strangers, maybe she's grown-up lady,
Once who enjoyed-now her clouds rain,
if she can find that girl ever again.
A soft touch of an ephemeral drop kissed her cheeks and brought her back out of the imaginary truth, where she was alone, but with the memory of someone ,who once lived with her too.
Looking up at the sky, trying to find herself, but she couldn't see anything other than clouds.
The surroundings were bathed in silence, but her mind was speaking aloud,
And she wondered, can she be that girl again whom she’s missing now?
Three years younger, little brother of mine,
only the two of us...that was just fine.
While just an infant, was a dolly for me.
We, with our parents, made our family.
Years went by fast, and soon he became
a playmate for me to make life a game.
We lived in the country, no kids around;
just had each other with yard our playground.
We played hide and seek and games of all sorts;
some we made up, and others were sports.
Through make-believe...no computers, TV...
we'd find ways to play and keep company.
We leaned on each other through work and play;
little brother back then...grown man today.
Now a 'big brother' who watches for me;
our bond will stay close, that's our guarantee.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: When Older Siblings or Younger Step In
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 01/15/2016
As I see it there is no cure
Meds can help that's for sure
But meds can make things alot worse
Mental health is a real bad curse
The meds will help you sleep at night
Or even help you fight or flight
The effects may damage your internal store
Kidneys livers even more
I know this at first hand
So join me on this awareness stand
I stand here totally med free
Trying to think rationally
Its about trapped memories
We must search for the keys
The only way to rid this fear
Process the memory shed a tear
To process the memory we must go back
Get the processor back on track
Its a complex piece of machinery
It's called the brain can't you see
They talk of trauma and incidents
Put it in the box sounds magnificent
The filing cabinet is over flowing
PTSD just keeps on growing
So relax and ground yourself
Another winner in mental health
Do this and return from hell
Use sight,touch, sound and even smell
Bring yourself out of the dark place
Look around for the friendly face
Open up and talk it through
This victory does belong to you
Many types of help out there
A lot of family and friends do care
Don't try to fight it on your own
The black dog has just grown
Try the doctors or self refer
You need help that's for sure
Once in the system your tool box is bigger
Hit the black dog with the big yellow digger
He will never totally disappear
You will be stronger have no fear
When he raises his ugly head
Your strength will put him back to bed
I am referring to therapy
Non intrusive just you see
It's not for everyone I do know
But surely it is worth a go
Finally I will just say
Take every day
DAY BY DAY
Stay strong and remain positive
You've deserved the right to live