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Where did the time go?
Many hours, many days, many weeks, many months,
Years of working to pay the bills.
Many years raising the kids.
Many times packing and moving from apartment to apartment to house to house to house.
Many times solving problems,
Big ones and small ones and the in between ones.
Where did the time go?
Many sickness some were easy and some were hard.
Many problems both small and large,
Some were hard to solve.
Many years that have past,
So very, very fast.
Many memories that will last.
Many, many years at the last,
Here we are fifty-one years that have past.
“Happy Anniversary”
Date: 7/3/2019
That Life I Knew
*Only in a different life, I got to go
*one Christmas Eve with friends round neighborhoods.
How magical to stroll in falling snow
well bundled as we carried warm baked goods.
From house to house, we trekked, so we might bring
good will and sing with gusto on that night
our carols celebrating Christ, *the King.
What wondrous time, when families reunite!
Merry Christmas and a *Happy New Year
we said in parting; then went on our way,
but once at home, I joined with those most dear.
“This joy is precious,” *I heard Mother say.
Oh, vanished youth! My mother’s words ring true.
In Heaven may that life I knew – renew!
A rhyming poem in sonnet form using the titles of my first five poems posted at PoetrySoup.
ONLY IN A DIFFERENT LIFE/ THIS CHRISTMAS EVE/THE KING/ HAPPY NEW YEAR/ I HEARD MOTHER (Obviously, I had to go with Christmas theme: Thanks, Pendleton!)
I know, “Let’s go trick-or-treating!” the schnauzer said.
Said the cat, “You must be completely dead in the head!”
Pink bunny was jumping around in circle with glee.
Ebony bat said, “If you do it, you have to take me!”
They decided to do it on this October Halloween night.
They dressed in costumes meant to humor not fright.
Went house to house and got no carrots, but candy.
“I love this!” said the candy-eater, schnauzer named Randy.
“I wanted lettuce or carrots,” the rabbit lamented a bit.
said the bat “You get what you get, and you don’t throw a fit.”
Pink bunny got eaten by big bad wolf along the route.
Cat ran off with a well pawed Tom, rabbit continued to pout.
I never heard the rules.
Guessing was an art.
Observation, that was a start!
Asking "why", was a favorite question.
Who? or what? was part of the lesson.
Going from house to house,
Seeing families with rules,
Some without.
No one had the answer to "why":
We cut chicken off the bone,
Left adults quiet and alone.
Learned to fight when attacked.
Learned to argue and talkback.
Found that decision I made had as much value,
And not to be afraid.
Always acted outside the box,
Never felt guilty,
Or at a loss.
Made a simple rule for me;
Don't hurt another soul or me.
But be bold and be free!
Christmas morn
The sunshine woke
Daylight in maneuver in children’s eyes
Word to the wise
Santa Claus came and went during the midnight hour, and ventured back to the North Pole until next year
Children hurried downstairs to see what gifts they got
Like it or not
Fireplace warmth
Christmas story all children would appreciate
Reindeers and Santa in the sleigh ride
Toys and assorted gifts of all kinds Santa would provide
Children’s dreams on Christmas eve night
Silent night being calm with twinkling stars
House to House
Santa in a hurry
Schedule in tact
Unloading presents from bag sack
Down the chimney Santa went
A time well spent
Up the chimney back to his reindeer
Santa shouted, “Dash away Dash away”
Merry Christmas to all in his getaway
Later, Santa and his reindeer disappeared into the night
Children all say thank you Santa
Winter feel
Christmas love
Christmas came and went
Until next year to see Santa again
Santa observes if children are bad or good
Christmas now and forever
Merry Christmas
The cool summer day
beckons me to my backyard
to flop my aging bones on the ground,
gaze at the clouds still making formations
I remember from my youth ...
a cirrus dragon, definitely a dragon;
a cumulonimbus whale, a stratus poodle.
Memories of those halcyon childhood days
flit in and out my mind
like the lightning bugs I caught in jars.
Hide and seeking,
roller coaster riding,
Red-Rover-come-over days.
Drippy popsicle afternoons spent
merry-go-rounding at the park
until I fell over in sheer joy.
Running from house to house
to play with cousins
who teased me relentlessly.
Snagging candy and hugs from aunts and uncles
who smiled and loved me unconditionally.
Then, in an instant, the sky darkened.
The clouds and memories disappeared slowly.
Then they were gone, a magician’s vanishing act,
and me questioning if they ever really existed.
Only the love remains.
Shrub leaves lie curled in the dormant yard;
Trees shiver in their nakedness
As a crisp autumn wind exhales
Into the barren night sky.
On the corner of Walnut and Maple,
The Old Crowder House fights for breath--
Creaking and moaning with age and neglect;
Too decrepit to shelter life beyond a few strays.
There in the cupola she sits
In the long forgotten platform rocker,
Watching the child parade with eager longing
As they wander from house to house.
Will one look up to give her a smile?
Will they even notice her there in her chair
Rocking, as she has done for a lifetime or two
Mourning the loss of her own?
She hears a child's cry echo through the night
And notices a boy clinging to his mother.
Does he see me? Will I finally be released?
Alas, it's just the cats and startled birds.
And so she sits. Waiting and Rocking;
Rocking and Waiting for that magic night,
When the hallow spirits sing and dance
Under a barren sky as the cool winds exhale,
And the marchers of the child parade
Finally, look up and notice the wraith
Longing for a child's smile,
As they pass on their way to the next treat.
Jsc
October 17, 2004
Havoc is when all hell is loose,
This night belongs to all of you...
To the pumpkins slashed into lanterns
“Stingy Jack” his trusty O’ hand returns.
Ne'er-do-wells started carving crude faces,
whose gutted innards a candle replaces.
To the black cats with yellow eyes
Screech and scratch with no alibis.
To the banshees of the ancient Celtic folklore
Wailing at death, deep red eyes, features worn to the core
To the monsters deformed and hunched back
Bolts, nuts, and green skin, lurching and ready to attack!
The night belongs to zombies revived by voodoo.
And by the necromancy practices that you may do
They the living dead who may walk amongst
Pay respect to them in mercy goe with you alongst!
To the goblins that go bump in the night, and ghosts
Wicked fairies and evil spirits their hosts
Grotesque goblettes vengeance they choose,
Invisible underneath white sheets shout boo's
To the witches and warlocks who enchant
Their wands and wide brim pointy hats so gallant
As practitioners evoking spells of black magic
Rootstock and smelly herbs stirred with a stick.
Boiling remnants of bones and lizards
Digesting glands of bird’s gizzards
To candy corn rich red, yellow and white
Kids walking from house to house, smiles so bright,
To the Trick or Treat screams and chants
If your dressed to scare plenty of candy it grants.
Trick or treat we will, without any fright,
Our Halloween night will surely be filled with delight.
Here we come to trick or treat.
Please give us some candy sweets.
*Goblettes - woman goblins
John 11:47-48 NIV?
[47] Then the chief priests and the Pharisees called a meeting of the Sanhedrin. “What are we accomplishing?” they asked. “Here is this man performing many signs. [48] If we let him go on like this, everyone will believe in him, and then the Romans will come and take away both our temple and our nation.”
?John 12:42-43 NIV?
[42] Yet at the same time many even among the leaders believed in him. But because of the Pharisees they would not openly acknowledge their faith for fear they would be put out of the synagogue; [43] for they loved human praise more than praise from God.
?Acts 4:13, 17-20 NIV?
[13] When they saw the courage of Peter and John and realized that they were unschooled, ordinary men, they were astonished and they took note that these men had been with Jesus.
[17] But to stop this thing from spreading any further among the people, we must warn them to speak no longer to anyone in this name.” [18] Then they called them in again and commanded them not to speak or teach at all in the name of Jesus. [19] But Peter and John replied, “Which is right in God’s eyes: to listen to you, or to him? You be the judges! [20] As for us, we cannot help speaking about what we have seen and heard.”
?Acts 5:38-39, 42 NIV?
[38] Therefore, in the present case I advise you: Leave these men alone! Let them go! For if their purpose or activity is of human origin, it will fail. [39] But if it is from God, you will not be able to stop these men; you will only find yourselves fighting against God.”
[42] Day after day, in the temple courts and from house to house, they never stopped teaching and proclaiming the good news that Jesus is the Messiah.
Love you all, in praying that others might be awakened of their surroundings ,and seek the promised Holy Spirit to resurrect new life within, purifying One into A Child of the Living God,
Form:
Her son died when he was but a child…it was way beyond her belief…
She wrapped him in her arms and walked around…unable to control her grief.
She walked from house to house…”I’m looking for medicine for my son” she said.
Some felt pity…some laughed saying, “Whoever heard of medicine for the dead.”
She finally wandered to the feet of a wise man…she cried, “Oh please wise one….
can you give me medicine…medicine for my son?”
The wise one said, “I will make your medicine…but you must travel the countryside…
And bring me grains of mustard seed from every household in which no-one has ever died.”
The woman was delighted…at last a way to bring her young son back to life….
but at the first house where she stopped …the man had recently lost his wife.
The woman listened to his story with sympathy…as he made his feelings known….
understanding the grief he still felt…was similar to her own.
And at every house she turned to…on every face…with every breath
She heard stories of long sicknesses…of tragedy and of death.
When she began this mission she thought she was alone…
that no one else had cared
But now she felt a little differently knowing the grief she felt was shared.
With tears in her eyes she returned to the wise one…her mission finally done
understanding the grief she had been feeling…has been felt by everyone.
She handed her son to the wise one…who was the first to understand her woe
Having found her grief a little easier to accept…
she found it a little easier to let him go.