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Playing my guitar
playing Christmas songs
songs that echo from my childhood
songs of memories made
made in fantasies
made in dreams
dreams built from flavors
dreams built from stories
stories family told
stories in favorite books
books given to me by family
books given to me by friends
friends who understood
friends who shared interests
interests that made us friends
interests fascinating
fascinating and bright
fascinating and intriguing
intriguing mysteries
intriguing fantasies
fantasies of elves
fantasies of dragons
dragons are colorful
dragons are actually good
good mythical beasts
good characters
characters for stories
characters for songs
songs I create
songs I play
play on my guitar
play on my dulcimer
dulcimer rings
dulcimer chimes
chimes like bells
chimes ting-tinging
ting-tinging like bells
ting-tinging sweet
sweet music
sweet harmony
harmony for dance
harmony for peace
peace on earth
peace and tranquility
tranquility of love
tranquility that’s infectious
infectious as laughter
laughter
infectious
3-6-2021
ALL YOURS (Mar 8) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
The airplane's smoking tires kissed the landing strip at Dover.
The long flight bringing thirty brave men back home was over.
The nation mourns as one at the tragic loss of each precious life,
Who gave their all to rescue brothers caught up in terrible strife.
When the ramp is lowered, the Honor Guard will bear each coffin.
They know the drill well, since they have done this all too often.
Chaplains will intone quiet words of comfort and lead the last parade,
To honor each of them for laurels won for their righteous crusade.
They willingly placed national interests above their very own,
To ensure that our precious freedoms would ne'er be overthrown!
They performed magnificently with love, valor and dedication.
Alas, they won't parade or hear the acclaim of a grateful nation.
They will be borne to their final resting place in hallowed ground,
There, to sleep until the clarion call of Gabriel's bugle call will sound.
On that glorious morn He will present each with a regal crown,
Saying, "My dear son, you served Me and My people with great renown!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Writing An Acrostic
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08/19/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
“I can do all things through Christ!”* props my soul
Ransomed by the compassionate Saviour’s Calvary cross' sacrificial blood
Indeed freed from sin’s wages; granted with eternal life’s abundance
Purified to please the Almighty Creator along faith’s performing might
While I minister to others earnestly, devoid of vested interests.
I thank God Who causes the triumph of my spirit
Vanquished against arrogance prevailing over dominant self-esteem
Smitten thru submissive surrender to the Lord’s supreme sovereign will
Fully conquered by the Holy Ghost upon His wondrous grace
As moved by His compassion to love with utmost best.
*Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
January 24, 2019
From an early age she yearned for something great
What it was she did not know, but she really couldn’t wait
For many interests she had, both large and small
Her love of animals and great friendships, she grew with them all
An insecure father who controlled all around
Was mitigated by mom until she was ground down
All added to the general confusion we experience early in life
But our values and strength of character help us with strife
That we continuously face over our time on this earth
Which produces some grit and grime that impedes our search
For that pinnacle of happiness, whatever it is
The finding for some is like taking a quiz
On subjects we don’t quite understand
With no guarantee to reach that promised of lands
Of joy, contentment, bliss, all words that describe
Whatever we believe is that ultimate ride
Her journey is similar to many of us
It’s good times and bad that cause a great fuss
Her strengths are vision and commitment to move towards a goal
Not letting “reality”, pain, or confusion take too great a toll
Understanding that it isn’t just reaching the end
But enjoying the journey and making sure you ascend
To that place of places we all want to be
Our true heart’s yearning, I think you’ll agree
For her specifically, that is to say for my wife
She’s given me all that I wanted in life
A great family including kids, dogs, cats, horses, and then some
And encouragement to go after a calling that was right under my thumb
She’s a great friend, and remarkably so
That I want her to have that additional glow
That comes from achieving her ultimate heart’s yearning
Making something out of nothing, using passion and life’s learning.
I sit here on this cement step
leading down to my abysmal abode.
The full moon at my back
does nothing to soothe
my seething soul.
I tell myself that
I wish not to be trapped of my own accord
in the very halls I so despise.
Yet one brief foray above,
to the place where my family resides
grants no reprieve;
just a reminder that the reasons for my seclusion
dwell in the actions of one.
A brother's choice brings his brother pain.
But no blame is cast on him;
I do not begrudge him his happiness.
And yet, his choice confuses me;
selfishness and immaturity,
malice and manipulation
confront me with a female voice.
In the interests of peace
I hold my tongue;
But how long can I last?
How long until my convictions and pride
overcome all forced barriers?
A gentle breeze picks up
and quiets my musings;
I let it brush my face,
fingers of the wind feeling like
a lover's tender touch on my cheek.
I allow myself imaginings of happier times
and I descend into reverie
as my body descends the stairs.
The Highland Princess
Sails again
Its captain and dove
To the Mediterranean
Now so much in love
To an island they go
To celebrate their engagement
For their love truly flows
This archipelago of seven
In this sea of blue
Aboard our babe
As we enjoy the views
Marina we berth
Settle in for the night
For tomorrow, our interests
Its historic sights
Early start
To the blue lagoon
For in the evening
We will love in tune
History surrounds
Every where we go
In its harbours and towns
Evidence shows
This island of class
With it's World Heritage sights
The Megalithic Temples
Still stand upright
These icons of age
To this island their worth
They are the oldest free standing structures
On this planet Earth
As the evening draws in
We head back to our yacht
To absorb our day
And what Malta has taught
Dinner and drinks
As we settle down
In comfy pose
Naked, but gowned
I take the hand
Of my golden dove
As we know in our eyes
Our evening of love
To our cabin we go
As our gowns are thrown
This captain and dove
Whose love keeps growing
Naked we fall
On our heavenly bed
Spooned together
To be sexually fed
Our bodies merge
As i grow inside
This gyrating two
Flowing with the tide
As i caress my dove
Her body and breasts
Nibbling her nape
In wanting zest
Our souls release
Potion so pure
Our bonding engagement
For future, sure
In the morning we awake
To the sounds of life
On our next voyage
She will be my wife
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love2.php
Copenhagen came into view
over looking the industry findings
of Heidelberg sinking shores
I'd mustered enough nerve to escape
his fist his open hand again twisting
my arm I still held the stone he threw
at my back busting my shoulder blade
the woman at the dinner assures me
I would be fine never the less panic fills
my chest I pray my suffering ends soon
perhaps he'd find something that interests
him as much as attacking me I'm hopeful
in my absence he will surely move on
to a new hobby either way Copenhagen
is wonderful this time of year.
Written by Mrs. Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
Our cabin in North Carolina was built by Deborah’s mom and dad in 1983…
It rests on the side of a mountain…nestled in among the trees.
When Deborah’s dad was alive he had a garden terraced off at the bottom of the yard.
He built a pathway to this garden…to make the walk down there…not quite as hard.
This was no easy task…you have to understand…
as he molded each square out of cement…and placed them in the ground by hand.
When our family would visit in the summer time…
our children would run up and down his steps with smiles and wide eyes..
to pick vegetables and blackberries from his garden…play in the woods
or in the evening to chase fireflies….
Our grandchildren used his steps to take them to a fort we made when they were small
Our dog Whitman used his steps chasing countless tennis balls.
When Grandpa was alive he kept his steps in perfect condition…
clean with no weeds around them,…
because he knew when we would visit…our children would be running up and down them.
But Grandpa is no longer with us and our children and grandchildren have grown…
which means Grandpa’s path…once used to play on and explore…
those 41 steps that led to countless adventures…aren’t used as often anymore.
As children grow their interests change and their desires to play in the yard wane…
now on Grandpa’s path…up and down those steps…only memories remain…
But that doesn’t stop me every summer…once we arrive…
from taking a hoe a sickle and a little brush too..
and cleaning off each step on the path…just like Grandpa used to do.
It is a labor of love…making sure Grandpa’s path is as perfect as it used to be…
because on the one hand I know somewhere…Grandpa’s smiling down on me…
But I also have an ulterior motive…each year I’m on my own crusade
to make that path exactly the way it was when our children’s memories were made.
So if you happen to visit us in the summer at the cabin…
and you see an old main in the yard with a hoe, a sickle and a little brush too
Don’t be alarmed…he’s just getting an old path ready for summer…
just like Grandpa use to do.
Close Friends from Afar - Co-written with Jack Horne
From across the sea, good wishes I receive:
Cards, greetings, special gifts from a kind man I've never met.
But it's the warmth he offers that makes a difference in my life.
How blessed I am to have such a compassionate friend;
The Soup not only unites nations, but creates welcome friendships
It's been six months, but it seems like a lifetime,
The bond of friendship so strong,
Cemented by shared interests and laughter,
Brought together by passion for poetry;
My life wouldn't be the same without her.
*Entry for Tracie Edwards' "Grab a Mate and Collaborate" contest on the theme of friendship.
Co-written by Carolyn Devonshire and Jack Horne