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~names allured ere call of wind _conferred again to All’s begin~
~meandering souls ebb tides of sea _ so shall marrows forever be~
We hark unto ye trumpets, O elephants_ tis proclaimed magnificence_
As Ye Bellow of Life’s passing in “Heavenly Eloquence”
~Here lies a tribute of essential remembrance_
A wading monument of Life on earth brief residence.
Here silences the war of self_ O ye grateful benevolence_
Desisted “malum in se” per ye astute calm resonance~
Though as humbling our earthly abode behest us, our ethereal statue is of the greater value _and that of supreme prominence_
It is in this light we ask that thy soul be judge not harshly but with utmost care and tenderness_
We extend our forgiveness to all thy follies made towards man and beast alike _so they may bare weight of little consequence_
We Pray that of all the works of thine hands _ only the best of them deems to be that of the highest significance_
We ask that the power of all that is glorious and good be used in determining the final resting place of thy eternal unending existence.
For as a well loved _ and beloved devoted friend, family, mortal and being, we pray thy deeds built thee a worthy heavenly edifice.
As we lay in mourn with thee _ let our outstretched hands hold as clear unwavering evidence_
Of our bond to rise above the shadows of darkness and fear _ and to shine brightly in unified elegance_
May thy grace and glory hold a candle to those who have traveled before thee _So Ye may live on amongst them In humble respect and love _ with dignified endurance_
Yea though, we shall not ever hear thy voice or see thy smiling face _ Thy life is forever ours _ In memory of thy happiness, thy sorrows, thy absence and in thy ever presence_
There shall be no other like unto thee_ For Thy virtue is beheld by Thine own instinctive essence.
So blame us not for our reluctance to give way to thy fate _ we beg pardon of our momentary hesitance.
Standing together here today _ we stand not in question of our sad unwillful grievances.
For the bitter sweet memory of thy “Life and Loves” flashes before our eyes in momentary instances.
The Prayer Meeting
I felt a raindrop on my brow;
Twas just the other day.
Out in the Pasture all alone,
By myself to pray.
The rain fall oh so gently:
I felt the grass beneath my feet.
The wind rose sweetly round me,
On my little rocky seat.
A Mocking bird sang me a Carol.
And a tiny Wren sang me a hymn.
There was never a human singer;
Who could hold a candle to them.
The trees loomed strong above me;
And I knew they love him to,
For they raised their arms in His praises
In a praise that is always new.
I felt refreshed and nourished
For I'd been alone with God
Yet others praised Him around me.
And I thought it not one bit odd..
The glimmering light of a full moon or a beautiful sunrise
Doesn’t affect me like when I look in to your eyes
The light blue sky the deep blue sea
Doesn’t come close to what you do to me
The wonders of this world are amazing to see and do
But there is simply just no comparison to you
A walk on the beach makes me feel grand
But its nothing like the touch of your hand
The sound of music sends me on a relaxing path
But it doesn’t rank higher that the sound of your laugh
The wonders of this world are amazing to see and do
But there is simply just no comparison to you
My favorite all time hobby or the elation of vacation trips
They will never hold the same excitement of the kiss of your lips
When I’m watching my favorite home team win and I hear the roar of the crowd
It doesn’t hold a candle to you saying I love you out loud
The wonders of this world are amazing to see and do
But there is simply just no comparison to you
O Greta, dear Greta of Huskey Mountain Road,
If I loved you more, my heart would explode.
It has been a blessing to know you this year,
To watch you grow bigger and ever more dear.
I can’t hold a candle to love that is true,
A love that would die for both me and for you.
The universe expands; it never contracts;
That’s God making room for the love he enacts,
And all the small children whom He calls His own,
He calls them by name, before they have grown.
For all else is rubbish, yes, all else debris,
Compared to the knowledge that Christ’s calling me.
And so, my dear Greta, I fervently pray
The gift of salvation is coming your way.
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(a birthday card inscription on the occasion of Greta’s 2nd birthday - found in a file on the computer - she just turned 3...)
A touch of smooth ivory, brought laughter to your eyes.
That familiar gazing giggle that creates such a mess,
no truth fortelling nor desiring ever to confess..
bristled in numb hands wrought in unquieted disguise.
Is it too much that I ask? a few fresh ground beans,
shouted impatiently at the empty vessel.
The smell of coffee chiding me as I wrestle..
empty cup bask'd in dream; of one sugar, one cream.
Could you see me turning red with every turn that flaunted,
did guilty pleasure spread, leaving with little other choice.
Or was it embarrassment heard in that admiring voice.
A valentine chore done just for you was all I wanted.
'Oh honey let me help you', whispered into my flushed cheek.
I don't hold a candle to you dear, a truth clear to see..
As you drew near I heard two soft kind lips say,
'My love you're turning the handle the wrong way'.
I’m sitting here wondering
how I made it through the day.
My heart aches, my eyes are swollen.
My wish to have you back is not a reality.
The stark truth is
you are never coming back.
Last Christmas, we celebrated
the whole day with you—
knocking on your door at dawn,
sharing a breakfast feast
around your table.
So much happiness and love
surrounded us
on that fateful day of 2023.
So much hope for the new year,
ending the year skating with the family.
I would have held you longer.
I would have told you I love you every second.
I would have stared into your eyes
and breathed in your aura.
I would.
I would.
I would.
But I no longer can.
Now, the world is not as bright.
A big piece of the puzzle is missing.
Your energy, your smile, your kindness—
taken for granted when you had breath.
No one can hold a candle to you.
You are a shining star,
beaming so brightly down on us.
A somber Christmas
Remembering,
and missing
YOU.
Santa Claus, a man born for the Anniversary of Jesus our savior Babe
Another year has passed. As we celebrate the Anniversary of Christ
Rays of light benignly shine on a makeshift stable. It's an Anniversary set
Aside for the Savior of the world. We take delight, in his Holy Anniversary.
King of Jews, Almighty One, Abba, Advocate, we could never repay you for this
Event. You deserve to be honored each December heart and soul. Its Buon
Natale in Italy, Joyeux Noel in France, frohe Weihnachten in German. As we
Devote ourselves to commemorating your special day, we gather around and
Resurrect your birth through celebration and song. We know that you are the
Instrumental object of our Saving Grace. You are, "King of The World"
Christmas is s time of year when we celebrate the Anniversary of Jesus.
Kris Kringle can't hold a candle to you, you are Our Leading Star.
Oct 9 2022
Sponsor Sara Kendrick (Happy Anniversary Sara)
Contest Name Anniversary
It was some hours of purgatory,
Self imposed, but all the same,
He thought of it as purgatory as
He listened to them declaim
Their long strings of words with
No apparent rhyme or reason,
As if joy and happiness had
Somehow fallen out of season.
They said he wrote doggerel
Of A Most Low And Debase Kind
Containing Very Little Substance
To Stimulate And Feed The Mind.
They inferred he wasn’t welcome
In their flagellatory poetry clubs
Which really pleased him because
He preferred to perform in pubs.
There was a real sense of victory
Using his drill instructor’s voice
To make himself heard above
The normal drinkers noise
He would get their attention ,
Conversations would stop,
You could almost hear at tines
That fabled pin drop.
So many of those drinkers
Happy to give their time
To just stand and listen to
His worthless low based rhyme.
Oh he was well aware that
He wasn’t intellectually lauded
But that couldn't hold a candle to
The joy when a bar applauded.
In the realm of the intellectuals
Much self worth was raised
As they revelled in their world
Of much mutual self praise.
And out in the mundane world
Of the pub, the club and bar
He was regularly applauded as
An open mic performance star.
There is a girl who's skin is like ivory it is so fair,
And Red's crimson cape can't hold a candle to her hair.
She has magical powers untold,
A heart made of pure gold.
She gives her good vibes away until she is sure she will die,
Then someone comes along who needs her good cheer and suddenly she is reenergized.
She is a unicorn, a magnificent prize,
You smile because the tears meant for you, she has cried.
In her soul she screams and cries out to the world,
All you see is a smiling happy girl.
However, if you will truly look in her eyes,
You'll see the pain she so desperately tried to hide.
If you give her half a chance she will show you her true soul,
But beware, demons lurk here, you should know.
Once upon a time, not so long ago, this place was warm and here wild flowers would grow,
No flame could compete with its glow.
But people took this magical beautiful creature and tore it down,
Not even having the respect to lie her in the ground.
Now she is just a glimmer of her former shell,
The beautiful fair Queen...has now fell.
Yet, she continues to live for others sake,
Hiding her pain, wearing a smile that is fake.
Now she wanders constantly, she's on a quest,
To find the heart that once resided in her chest.
When she is alone she sheds her own tears,
As she tries to slay her own fears.
This girl you think is a stranger to you,
Is probably the girl in the mirror looking back at you!
Worry not, dear sister, you are not alone,
There are many unicorns beside you...you just have blinders on.
So allow your sister a small consideration,
And listen to my declaration:
Let not this world destroy your beautiful soul,
Take back your magic, and never again let go.
Go out into the fields, find your unicorn sisters and embrace them, for you are not alone,
Because the only fairy tales that aren't true are the ones that turn to mist once they're gone.
Refused to be forgotten or dismissed,
Until I see you again, I love you, sis.
Yarns Of A Seafaress
Hemingway's famous "Old Man and the Sea"
Simply couldn't hold a candle to me
I caught Ahab's great white whale
Did some surfing on his tail
Made him jump through hoops 'fore I set him free
In Scotland I gave Nessie a big scare
As with my huge net, the beast I did snare
I held on as Nessie tugged
Then set her free as I shrugged
To tell the truth, Nessie hadn't a prayer
And now I've set my sights on the Kraken
Oh yes, I'm more than a fishing bumpkin
And so for Norway I sail
To prove women aren't frail
This giant squid is simply a munchkin
This wonderful poem epitomizes Carolyn's love for everything about the sea.
She has so creatively and entertainly regaled us with her delightful writes based on
her own personal sea adventures that have become and will remain classics.
I can picture Carolyn standing on the prow of a boat, her hair streaming in the wind,
as it charges full steam ahead as she seeks further swashbuckling challenges beyond
the horizon. She has been a supporter and encourager to me not only in poetic matters but personal matters as well. I pray that her well of verse will never run dry!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired