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Eight bells.
Starboard watch.
Tightened up another notch.
Holy upheaval rages ‘neath a cathedral sky.
Losing way as the wind whips up the spray.
Stormy tormentors rubbed salt in my one good eye.
Felt the tension in the rigging.
Sensed the strain upon the keel.
Manned the pumps and reefed the tops’ls.
Heaven’s judgment; no appeal.
Two bells.
Buntlines fouled.
Ship’s physician prays aloud.
Hearts have been pounding since the tempest began to brew.
Kingdom come, can’t remember where we’re from.
Tried to dream back, but it’s blurred as an old tattoo.
Once we knew the harbor’s shelter.
Once we heard the shorebird’s song.
Once we mocked the earth we stood on,
Starved the weak to feed the strong.
Four bells.
Spied the coast.
Lashed the helmsman to his post.
Punished ourselves, though it’s the ocean that misbehaves.
Bells ring true, but I can’t add two and two.
Crew punchy and shot from bucking the white-capped waves.
Heard the bos’n howl for mercy.
Watched the cabin boy grow old.
Wished the rock should split the timber
And the sea should flood the hold.
Six bells.
Somber tones.
Felt the sound caress my bones.
Silver-tongued sirens tried to lure me beneath the foam.
Break that thread; like to find my way to bed.
Early comes early, and mate, it’s a long trip home.
For the times we played the bully,
Breaking teeth and pulling hair,
For the treasures that we’ve buried
And the dimes we couldn’t spare,
I’ll be a damned Dutchman’s fool.
Like to blow the bastard down.
Eight bells.
Larboard watch.
Tightened up another notch…
There is something about this autumn day
It leaves me assured of the words that I say
It lets me feel like all I need to do is pray
Because there is hope in walking in Jesus’ way
There is something special about this gentle light
It flows over my soul, changing wrong to right
It leaves me sure that I can win this fight
Because I know the One who is like a star so bright
There is something miraculous about the hope inside
It feels like I’m winning despite how much I’ve cried
It tells a story of the way my soul lost its pride
Because I know Him who arose and will not be denied
There is something amazing about this joy I find
It lives inside, assuring me of a wonderful so kind
It silences the shadows and gives me peace of mind
Because there is the promise of a love that God designed
There is something about this relationship that I share
It is the reason I believe there is hope in this prayer
It is the assurance that God is alive and He will always care
Because of the love that lives – love beyond compare
There is something reassuring about the peace I know
It is peace that floods into my life with an easy flow
It is the knowing that God’s grace gives off a gentle glow
Because of Him, I see the light, all love to Him I surely owe
There is something so awesome about this Jesus I seek
It is a relationship that strengthens me when I’m weak
It is a promise that whatever comes, His love will surely speak
Because it is His voice that leaves my heart feeling so meek
There is something beyond this world, something more sure
It is the promise of heaven, where we’re all made pure
It is the light of everlasting that offers such allure
Because, with Him, there is eternity that will surely cure
There is something about my Savior, the One who saves
It is the wonder of a love that never misbehaves
It is the light of my life, the road this love paves
Because I sought Him, I know a hope that my soul craves
There is something so very special about this King
It is beyond words, how His mercy and grace sing
It is a joy beyond description to which my heart will cling
Because I need Him better each day – He is my everything!
Our Cat is such a mystery to me
The way he behaves is such sight
He sleeps soundly most of the day
And comes alive at night
Three meals a day with room and board
You would think he’s got it made
But he never seems to be satisfied
He is always on parade
He struts about like Jack the Lad
Demanding this and that
At times it is so hard to believe
He is only a cat
At night he thinks it’s amusing
To wake me any time at all
With the need just to inform me
He has left a mouse for me in the hall
He has a need for scratching
His little friends he leaves anywhere
Even though I am the one that’s bitten
He does not seem at all to care
He’s knocking on close to fifteen now
A ripe old age for a cat
But he still things he’s six years old
And still misbehaves like an older brat
But I would not be without him
We have been together for fifteen years
And we will remain together for the rest of his days
Along with the laughter and some tears.
He is now too old to go chasing birds
He has to sit a watch them as they fly around
Taunting him as if to say were here
As he lays down on the ground
But sometimes when he is resting
He must be chasing them in a dream
Because he whimpers and shakes though fast asleep
His eyes just stare and gleam
Long may he live in peace and harmony
As we wait on him like the fools we have been
But its nice to know we are wanted
Ever since he has been on the scene.
Increasing productivity.
From the bottom of bottomlessness.
Pointless old stuff.
You could buy a used car.
From all the coins.
If you melted down the coins.
Made a priceless statue.
Increasing productivity.
It’s soda cans worth less and less.
It’s an old dog collar when the dog died and no one cares.
It’s fish when you don’t have a fishing pole so you hop in the water and splash!
Filling up old cars with old engine oil, and even older rage.
Increasing.
Made a priceless statue.
The old soda at the bottom of a can.
Rust misbehaves.
If there was room for error?
I would be rich like engine oil and decay.
It increases.
In increments.
I have a sassy little Chihuahua,
she can be a nut
and sometimes she misbehaves
and I spank her little butt.
Sometimes she's such a "Diva"
and thinks she is the "Queen"
and she can be so prissy
if you know what I mean.
I love her like she's my own,
and that might just sound strange
but no matter what I do
she never does complain.
She loves me without hesitance,
and protects me at all cost
she's got the "Napoleon" complex
and without her, I'd be lost.
We got her a little friend,
and she's a stinker too
and another little priss
which is nothing new.
They really do act like our kids,
and we already have three sons
I guess it just adds to the mix
when the day is done.
So with that being said,
it's not so hard to see
though she is just "Isabella"
she'll always be, my little IzzyB.
5/23/14-Jessica Thompson
I got a part-time job
of which i"m very fond.
It is down at the South Inch
at the local boating pond.
I help to sell the tickets
and call out when they"re done,
and in this sunny weather
it really is quite fun.
There are fifteen rowing boats
and paddlers if you must,
but there are no sailing dinghy"s
the wind here does not gust.
The job it needs attention,
you have a pen and book.
To keep track of everybody,
and you have to look...
to see that all is well
and no one misbehaves.
The waters only three foot deep
but their life you"d have to save.
But on one Saturday,
the pond was really busy
so much going on
my head was really dizzy.
I looked into my book.
What is a man to do.
I could not hurry time
there will always be a queue.
"Number six your time is up"
I called with little choice.
Then looked across the water
as they ignored my voice.
"Number six,"I faintly croaked,
"are you doing fine?"
and then the penny dropped
"In trouble number nine?"