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I only hear the silence as I stride,
Twixt granite chairs neatly set in rows.
The 169 chairs epitomize each life,
Now neath a sea of grass that grows.
My psyche periodically visits this place,
All be it, here, their Spirits do not rest.
However, a Monument and Reflection pool,
Usher memories, as if at their behest.
Still I visualize a chain link fence,
With images, blossoms, Pandas and such.
A transitory memorial that reaches out,
To asphyxiated lives, as if to touch.
For certain, I dare not challenge,
The eternal rest, of those who sleep.
But pausing at each chair, in silence,
I recall this day's events and weep.
I would to God, that casualties,
Could discern today, my thoughts about.
Then from the quiescence of this place,
Would emerge an angelic shout.
For I tire of silence.
Oklahoma August
Miracle Man
8/11/2024
The sun is now up,
and the sky’s all aglow.
What this day brings me,
I don’t fathom to know.
I sit in observance,
as puffy clouds float by.
Quite a big contrast,
to a robin egg blue sky.
My hope is that now,
I see August heat abate.
Or perhaps I’ll go somewhere,
that I can acclimate.
In my mid fifties I retired,
and it has now grown stale.
I register five of ten points,
on my contentment scale.
But I’ve much to be thankful for,
God has truly blessed my life.
This month is anniversary 59,
all with the same loving wife.
On the morning of Dec. 7th 1941,
429 Marines and Sailors lost their lives.
As a result of a surprise attack on battleship row,
The brave souls perished to an awful demise.
She was a part of the Pacific Fleet when 9 Japanese,
Type 91 aerial torpedoes pummeled her that day.
And then her port bilge struck the harbor bottom,
Commencing to overturn, she began to rest in the bay.
She was the oldest of all the battleships there,
And the first to go down and capsize.
The battleship’s crew went down with their ship,
As horrid black smoke filled the Pearl Harbor skies.
The USS Oklahoma was moored at Pearl Harbor,
And a memorial was built at Ford Island in 07.
The Servicemen gave their tomorrows for our today’s,
And Pearl Harbor is the tomb of USS Oklahoma BB-37.
Who am I
What do I let define me
I might be sixty-four, you see
I might be a man, you see
I might be evil you won’t see
I might be kind this I’ll be
Who am I, and what do I let define me
I might be of African decent
I’m also 1/8th Creed Native American
I’m a Nebraskan, proud I am
Parents of Missouri and Oklahoma and…
I might be an American descendant
I might be Democrat or Independent
Who am I, and what do I let define me
I might be humane, from the human race
I am widower but married to Christ
For you see
What you may see is
You say who am I
I am A Follower of Christ
I am a Child of God
So when someone ask you who you are
Don’t display labels or pull out your calling card(s)
You see first you are His and He is yours
Everything else comes secondary….
What do you allow to define you?
Who am I, and what do I let define me
All humanity good/bad All people belong to GOD!
For you see
What you may see is
You say who am I
I am A Follower of Christ
I am a Child of God
8/27/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©
Big Heart
He was the best man I ever met.
His word was his bond.
No neighbor went without,
no job, done poorly.
The best part, he could do anything.
Long before “super”, he was way past cool.
He could rig, and row and build and tow…
with the best.
A long life, a hard life, picking bags of fluff.
Peaches, strawberries, fruits that break backs.
Grapes of Wrath, and Sunday best…,
all rolled into a Ford truck.
His roots, our roots, deep, even when up-lifted.
Family, ties that bind and build the future.
Oklahoma…okay…
Texas…what a kick!
Arizona… home.
Building roads, trucks, good dogs
and big Cats!
Water, lakes, and fields.
A new life for all of us!
A good life for our family.
Years and years…
Tears and fears…
Cactus, flowers,
and learning about snakes.
Now… teaching grandkids
how to live… and count stars.
The team of Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein displayed prowess.
It seemed everything they produced would be a success.
There was triumph for some Broadway shows nobody could deny.
They included “Oklahoma”, “State Fair”, and “The King and I”.
Two more melodious plays that were absolutely terrific
were the widely-heralded musicals “Carousel” and “South Pacific”.
Along came an attempt based on John Steinbeck’s novel “Sweet Thursday”.
The plot was set in the California town of Monterey.
“Pipe Dream” opened on Broadway in 1955.
Many also expected this production to thrive.
Despite receiving nine Tony Award nominations,
for this musical, the critics had some reservations.
Problems resulted, and the show was a financial flop.
After only about seven months, they decided to close up shop.
However, some renewed interest has evolved into a revival.
It looks as if this show may yet experience survival.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Robert Pettit
Historical
Aah, Spring Gardening
(it does a body good)
Written: by Miracle Man
4/15/2020
With April showers comes the threat of a storm,
Nothing unusual in Oklahoma, it’s the norm.
Last week, one day past ninety, this week a freeze,
We’ve gone from howling winds to gentle breeze.
I couldn’t wait to plant so now some nights i cover,
And mid morning each day, I hasten to rediscover.
Each year I vow that this garden might be my last,
But come next spring, I’ll plant, can’t shake my past.
If I didn’t plant tomatoes life would seem a bummer,
I plant’em early, grow’em big, and hav’em first, each summer.
Forty half barrel containers, each filled with Miracle Grow,
The way I grow tomatoes now, requires a fair amount of dough.
Due to high potassium levels Doctors tell me not to eat,
Which means church friends and neighbors get a treat.
Today’s Weather Forecast???
Written: by Tom Wright
1/30/2013
Wednesday’s rain was in a shrouded sheet,
With puddles moving toward the ditches;
But Thursdays forecast brings no repeat,
Oklahoma weather leaves me in stitches.
Thursday starts cloudy but turns to sunny,
With northwest wind and gusts to thirty;
Weather changes make eyes red and runny,
Like to vacation in the Isle of Cape Verdi;
Today’s wind is northerly and bitter cold,
Bringing a chance of snow, though slight;
Even yesterday’s seventy was foretold,
But morning’s twenty-eight is no delight.
Twixt me and Kansas, not much but fences,
To have slowing effect on this north wind;
I’ll say I’m thrilled under false pretenses,
It has its bite when my blood is thinned.
Friday brings with it another high at fifty,
With northeast wind blowing around ten;
Turning south/southeast becoming shifty,
Saturday it’s back to the northwest again.
For Sunday’s weather, I have no clue,
May be hot and raining with sleet or snow;
It’s too deep for my mind to construe,
Oklahoma weather, one can never know.
If I long for days both calm and sunny,
And today’s cold weather seems strange.
I just remember life can be unlike honey,
And wait a short while for it to change.
Dear soup friends,
There’s no poem this morning; living in central Oklahoma is too sad and painful.
Any death is one too many, especially when innocent children are the victims. It’s almost more than the soul can bear, especially for those who have lost their families. Homes can be rebuilt, lost possessions replaced or forgotten, but not the lives of those held dear.
Ten miles south of total devastation, I am safe with my family, our lives not destroyed by a random yet ordinary natural event in Oklahoma, the third in the same area since 1999. I ask for your kind thoughts and remembrance as we struggle through the aftermath of nature’s wrath yet again.
Jack Jordan
When did
goodbye become a song
So here’s to
All the things
We never thought we’d say
Don’t want to leave
But we both know
I can’t stay
Too soon
tomorrow summons me away
Here we are
Awaiting autumns fall
Your tears tell me
Time has cast us apart
For far too long
Tell me, when did
Goodbye become our song
The bus awaits
My train departs
I’m away from home
These lonesome days
Spent in Oklahoma
Here we are
Just the two of us
Dawn awaits a touch of silence
Try and say
What it is you have to say
I don’t want to
But you know I have to go
Up the boulevard we walk
Sunsets, August fades
Are we at peace with our songs
You awoke
Passenger side in an unknown car
Estranged in this day
We changed in our own ways