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For those with a nostalgic bent, the most effective
vehicle can be a photo album, an old TV show or song,
or a chance meeting. When these fail me, I go riding.
Sunday afternoons are best
for thinkers with no need for rest.
Who knows how long the trip may last
on this, nostalgia's day of quest?
The place is a crucial element
in conjuring up the right memory.
The trails and haunts of youthful days,
all parts of glorious, carefree ways,
provide the seeker with a host
of color-vision one-act plays.
The searcher must not hope to find
the cure for an unhealthy mind--
must never seek a fresh supply
of smiles or glory left behind.
The just-right mood--reflective, but not grasping--
must be the only companion; or the mission will go
awry. Simply revisiting the past, though perhaps
refreshing, won't permanently banish present woes.
posted May 25, 2017
free verse and rhymed, metered poetry
entered in Brian Strand's July Standard Contest on July 8. 2017
I can feel your pain
Oh, I can feel your pain
you try so hard to hide
but I know you feel it inside
Oh, I can feel your pain
I know just how you feel
when darkness fills your soul
When you can't escape your shadow
I know just how you feel
Chorus
I know you, have been beat down
and feel there's nothing left
and I know that, when you came back
you, just wanted to forget
and I know you think it's no good
trying, to make up for the past
and, all that you have done
I know it's hard to say, but
the sun shines after the rain
oh, I can feel your pain.
Oh I know it's hard to breathe
when there's pressure on your lungs
hard to believe that you're so young
I know it's hard to breathe
You feel the world will end
and you'll be left alone
with no-one you can call your own
you feel the world will end
Chorus
I know you, have been beat down
and feel there's nothing left
and I know that, when you came back
you just wanted to forget
and I know you think it's no good
trying, to make up for the past
and, all that you have done
I know it's hard to say, but
the sun shines after the rain
oh, I can feel your pain.
Well, now you're safe and sound
There's no-one, to hurt you
I'm the one you can tell your troubles to
Well, now you're safe and sound
Oh, I can feel your pain
you try so hard to hide
but, I know you feel it deep inside
Oh, I can heal your pain.
Chorus repeat
fade to zero
John Derek Hamilton
May 25,2017
It's summertime and time to have some fun. Put away my coats and boots and
find that box of flip flops, sundresses and shorts. Oh, so many wonderful things
to do and to behold . . .
pick some wildflowers in the woods
I could wear pretty sundresses every day
go for a city hike
the farmers market is calling
how about a picnic in the park
lets go feed the swans
and dangle our feet in a cool stream
we can walk barefoot on the beach
collect some pretty rocks and shells
watch the sunset
take a country drive (the scenery is lovely)
blow bubbles in the air just because
go to a fair and play some games
ride the roller coaster and merry-go-round
go for a boat ride
sip a drink on a restaurant patio
maybe a drive-in, honey
or we could snuggle on the porch swing
listen to the crickets sing
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May 25, 2015
Poetry/List/Summertime
Copyright Protected, ID 05-677-041-25
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard Contest, Summertime
Sponsor, Janis Thompson, Judged 2015
Eighth Place
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Written for the contest, Summertime Fun
sponsor, Debbie Guzzie, Judged
Fifth Place
May 25 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 102-104
Key Verse – Psalm 103:13 Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR PITYING ME
Thank You for pitying me, Your dear child
You’re my Father Who loves me despite my being worldly wild…
I cherish Your care, gentle and mild
Always keeping me from becoming defiled.
Thank You for pitying me, Your ordained steward
You’re my Creator Who molds me to go through faith-maturity upward…
I trust Your guidance as I march forward
Always propelling me so I will never turn backward.
Thank You for pitying me, Your chosen servant
You’re my Master Who prods me against becoming stagnant…
I obey Your commandments though sometime my flesh doesn’t want
Always driving me toward labor-sacrifice in Your service that’s never vacant.
Thank You for pitying me, Your called follower
You’re my Leader Who guides me with Your power…
I follow Your guidance in marching forward
Always propelling me so I will never turn backward.
Thank You for pitying me, Your enlightened student
You’re my Teacher Who makes me prudent…
I seek Your precepts, sovereignly provident
Always directing me to Your truth that’s divinely ardent.
Thank You for pitying me, Your called ambassador
You’re my Ruler Who sends me for soulwinning outdoor…
I bow to Your authority with humility’s candor
Always controlling me despite my humanistic ardor.
May 25, 2022
Service-commitment, indeed challenging
Truly rewarding since it’s life-giving
Discouraging difficulty- complaints
Midst prayer-ardor for strength’s receiving.
Service-commitment overcomes grumbles
In yielding to God heart that humbles
Gratefully praising Him while worshipful
Gladly lifting up someone who stumbles.
Service-commitment is good attitude
Exposing a Christian’s faith-altitude
In loving Jesus while loving others
With kindness*, truth and mercy’s fortitude.
*Colossians 3:12 Put on therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, bowels of mercies, kindness, humbleness of mind, meekness, longsuffering.
May 25, 2019
Written: May 25, 2025, for Contest: Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "There is a place where voices sing your beauty, A place where every breath carves your image in my soul. Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws" By Rumi
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Night's silky scarf adorns a lunar necklace sign,
Wanting her a ruby silk veil in a tuxedo design?
Translucent limbs disseminate flowers sublime.
I fondle her soft skin at the golden hour's time.
Swept by every idle breeze, as if there to soar,
Borrowing an unending sigh of time, dark core.
A revered but wild kiss, a glazed ember sways,
We will unite and break, dulcet love, swift ways.
Slightly higher down the breathless, winding path
Continue to inhale despite the windy day's wrath.
An aromatic ambrosia moistens deep, secret caves,
As I unzip my soul and bones below dark waves.
To quietly remember her fading, love-struck gaze,
Pouring dew on a beguiling night's enchanted maze.
I'll don the sweats and give up sweets,
if my reward’s an angel's kiss.
My girlfriend set the goals to meet,
I'll don the sweats and give up sweets.
Her gentle love will be my treat,
she promised me a night of bliss.
I'll don the sweats and give up sweets,
if my reward’s an angel's kiss.
She promised me a night of bliss,
five pounds is all I have to lose.
I feel this is too good to miss,
she promised me a night of bliss.
I have to take a shot at this,
I’ll lose the weight and drop the booze.
She promised me a night of bliss,
five pounds is all I have to lose.
An intertwining Triolet written May 25th, 2015 for contest “Sweats And Sweets”
Divine Lord has a lot of messages to His world
He chose me to spread His messages
Divine Lord is Jesus Christ
He is the one of 1st Catholic Priest
Divine Lord told me the baby angel’s message
That the babies are safe in Heaven
Divine Lord heard most women’s cry
Abortion or Termination to be okay with the world
Divine Lord is okay with Abortion or Termination
The babies are safe in Heaven
Divine Lord I’m terrified
Earth’s theory
Point is The babies are safe in Heaven
According from the Divine Lord
Poetry Form: Sonnet
Date Written: May 25, 2025
Time Written: 1:26pm (PST)
My Wife Snapped a Cute Little Picture,
of My Little Girl Dressed for War
She Said, "Please Keep in Mind,
What You Are Fighting For."
You Know How Much We Love You
and How Very Much You Care.
She Pointed to My Heart and Said,
"Please Keep Our Child There."
So I Went off to Vietnam,
My Spirits Dropping Down.
I Wondered How Long it Would Be
Before I Was Homeward Bound.
I Wasn't There for Too Long,
But the Fault Was All My Own.
I Just Made One Mistake
it Caused Them to Send Me Home.
My Wife Came to See Me First.
Her Eyes Were Brimming with Tears.
She Laid the Picture on My Breast,
and Turned to Face Some Lonely Years.
But I Shall Have Great Honor,
I Answered My Country's Call,
My Name Is Carved in Granite,
You Will Find it on the Wall.
Connie Moore
May 25, 2000
"The sky prepares the sun for night
where drifting clouds are slowly steeping
in tepid pools of waning light"
The horizon reveals its colors
of a peach's nectar and squeezed overripe lemons
that are drunk by the Dusk's sky.
Baptized clouds washed
in the receding sunlight close the Heavens' sleepy eye;
its pupil is the New Moon.
The morning will slowly inhale the Dark
while the rim of the Earth melts
an angora oval;
melts a pink stone
that has been polished
by the Sea.
As the promised Dawn waxes the sky,
and its crown of stars is set aside until
another night,
a tree's body will briefly become the hue of a Dove.
And the sun will sculpt the trees' arms, fingers,
in the waxing light.
May 25, 2021
The Contest "Peaches and Apricot Skies".
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