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She’s no longer here…but I like to keep her near
because that’s what children do
So when I have the time…sometimes in poem…sometimes in rhyme
I like to relive a memory…or two
Like how she always found a way…at least a little every day
to be patient, kind-hearted…nice
How all the time that she was living she could be so darn forgiving
How she lived a life of love and sacrifice.
Like how she loved to read a book…boy how she could cook
How she was not afraid to weep
how she would at no time partake of that final piece of cake
and I always wondered…when did she find the time to sleep?
How she jumped at every chance…to sing, to laugh to dance
If there was a stain upon on the floor then she would clean it.
How when I’d berate her…or told her how I hate her
She knew deep in her heart…I didn’t mean it
How she bought my new clothes first…I never reimbursed
yet, somehow, she was never out of style
And what about those nights…when I’d wake up in a fright
how she could erase a bad dream with just her smile.
She treated my friends old or new like they were family too
She seemed to make the whole world bright
And when things started to look bad…when I was hurting…feeling sad
She brought color to my world of black and white.
How her impact never died…she continues today to guide
my heart, my soul, my world and how I view it.
I hope she understood there were…so many times that I looked up to her
but in my heart and soul…I’m pretty sure she knew it.
Despite the fact she’s gone…I could go on and on
and I will when I am by myself…alone
But I’m sure each one of you have your remembrances too
so I’ll leave room now…for memories of your own:
Sometimes, I find myself on a battleground
in the present or in sieges from the distant past
It may be a war I've been waging within myself,
a thorn that needs plucking so that I might heal
I wear no crown, nor do I wish to be gowned
in regal robes and sit upon a throne looking down
on anyone. For me, those things hold no appeal
I am rebellious against the many wrongs I've seen
and if you think it's mean of me to feel that way—
You don't know me well enough to pass judgement
With regret, I've been the cause of an Angel's weeping
when down a misguided path I chose to walk
Mistakes? I've made my share of them, maybe more
but I've always tried to amend my faults in some way
Indemnity is not always reimbursed with coin
More often than not, my tears the price to pay
Sometimes, even I have not found the sentience of it—
things I do; emotions I feel. No reason as to why except
that I am compelled without restraint or prudence to try
I refute the need to live by the creed of the golden rule—
for only a fool would claim the world is a righteous place
where smug faces play fair in games of love and war
If I am defeated, I never hesitate to stand again
for I've always despised the thought of white flags
and retreating like a coward again and again, in sad refrain
I garner resilience and strength from every enemy I meet
and in defeat, my stratagem sharpens much keener
I am not a warrior; that's not the path I want to take
I've been storm tossed in seas of turbulent weather
When faced with animosity, I will not shiver and quake
Offered silk or suit of armor— I prefer a softer demeanor
Self-professed I am supple of breast
Heart not crafted from leather
From flesh, blood and bone
Of the gender called woman
I was not chiseled from stone
I suppose it shouldn't come as such a terrible shock,
That each of us is allotted just so many ticks O' the clock.
The gifts of time and talent used well are our responsibility,
So at the end of life's bourne we can prove accountability!
Like the Biblical parable of the talents, we are abundantly blessed,
With very special opportunities and abilities to invest.
Being faithful and pressing on with resolute devotion,
Will result in showers of laurels and well-deserved promotion!
'Tis well to take time to admire the roses along the way,
And to tell your loved ones that you love them every day.
For the rights and aspirations of others, take a firm stand,
And offer to needy and helpless folks a compassionate hand.
The sands of time flow inexorably thro' life's hour glass.
Woefully, time can't be reimbursed and doth so quickly pass.
Alas, many folks have lived a life of pitiful disarray,
Having squandered their time and God-given talent away.
That dormant talent you're loath to use for feats great or small,
Could be used to accomplish little, rather than nothing at all.
Good use of time and talent to Him 'twill be observant,
And He can say of you, "Well done my good and faithful servant!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
The Giver's Heart
Give
and take
in love must
be dispersed so
givers' hearts do not
endure lean hours without
their need of love reimbursed.
Those who take must never reach a
shameful stage of one-way, selfish traits.
Sublime, when give and take are equal weights.
Sometimes this does not balance out because
givers give beyond the gifts they bear,
to feed on crumbs, for without doubt,
hungry takers take more than
their givers' offered share—
tip the scales with gain.
Then givers, weak
and thin, smile
thru their
pain.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Unrequited Love
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 11/30/2016
~2nd Place~
Contest: Lessons Learnt In Life
Lesson #4: The heart will always make you look like a fool
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/08/2015
The more money that I loan you, the more the situation gets worse.
I've loaned you five thousand bucks and I haven't been reimbursed.
I live on a budget and you're getting me into hot water.
You think you're not obligated to pay me back because you're my daughter.
Every time I ask you to pay me back, you hit the ceiling.
Borrowing money and not paying it back is stealing.
To be able to get by, there were several things I had to pawn.
I'm telling you for the last time that this situation can't go on.
Sometimes I can't even pay some of my bills because I'm so short.
If you don't pay me soon, I'll have no choice but to take you to court.
I'm about to go to the poor house, that's the situation that I'm in.
I was foolish to loan you money and I sure as Hell won't do it again.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM BUT IT'S TRUE FOR SOME PEOPLE.)
The give and take in love should reach a mean
whereby the two be equally disbursed,
so givers' hearts would never suffer lean,
cold hungry hours without love reimbursed.
And those who take would never reach the stage
of ravenous and selfish, one-way traits.
Such balance would create a better age,
if give and take maintained their equal weights.
But somehow this could never balance out,
for givers give beyond the gifts they bear;
in turn, must feed on crumbs, for without doubt;
the hungry takers take beyond their share.
While takers tip the scale with all they gain,
the givers, weak and thin, smile through their pain.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Any HM Ever
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 01/22/2017
~ Honorable Mention~
Contest: Love Justice
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Judged: 01/24/2015
Inadequacy inevitably impairs my marvelous mindset
I pray, wish and hope for God’s word with no regret
I am in need of His abundant grace in my sorrowful mind
Turn my grief into relief and gladness that won’t leave me behind
I want confidence,
Not this impure arrogance as huge as an elephant, yet I’m just this puny, little ant
I want happiness
I’m forever humbled to be Your servant
An abundance of grace
Helps me to keep pace
With those who run the Race
Embrace me with Your spirit of glory
Face to face, we trace elegant reverie
Place me upon His Holy right hand
Just in case I forget, help me understand
An abundance of grace is from the Father of Truth and adoration
An abundance of disgrace will no longer move me…give me true Elation
The armor of love is my defense
My foolishness has become dense
But, I’m giving it up to wisdom to be perfectly numb of the abominations I’ve done
I’m giving it up for God’s gracious Kingdom to come, so I can welcome the sun
I’m too afraid to say a hello to strangers that pass me by happily
It angers my heart and for my kindness’ sake, it injures me truly
But, I have faith and joy that I’m going to be one day so happy in this lifetime…contentment — I have reimbursed
Give it some time…sometimes, all it takes is a risk of flicking a dime twice to get heads first…rejoicement rehearsed
We found out the author of a book in which a friend of ours is mentioned
about a tragedy he was involved in over 50 years ago…
was coming to talk about his book…and we really wanted to go!
But we had tickets to see our favorite comedian that same evening…
Bought months ago our tickets were waiting in cyberspace…somewhere.
when I tried to retrieve them, however, our tickets were not there.
After spending two hours on the phone with Janella from Stub Hub
(if you’ve ever done this you know it never gets old!!)
Janella determined the tickets we had purchased months ago
to someone else had been sold.
Stub Hub reimbursed us for our tickets and after giving Deborah the news
we both smiled and gave each other a look….
and now three-hundred dollars richer…we headed off to listen
to the author talk about his book.
Many people turned out…which was wonderful to see…
Our friend was there as well as other people affected by this tragedy.
After listening to their story in a room full of our friends
and new people we were happy to meet…
unwilling to allow the evening to end…we all went out to eat.
It was a lovely evening…even though I know….
the loveliness grew out of a tragedy that happened over 50 years ago.
And though our dreams of seeing our favorite comedian abruptly came to an end
we were more than happy spending the evening surrounded by old and some new friends.
As I say their story is a tragic but compelling one…
and since it’s not for me to tell
If you want to know what happened that night…
I suggest…you buy the book as well.
The sun was newly risen above the Earth
His golden smile warmed amber desert sands
The grand landscape resembled barren lands
as sepia grains were slathered in rippling waves
That's what I saw through blurred vision
the hallucination of turquoise rivers in a mirage
This sea of sand was the color of maple honey
but bore no trace of footprints, boat nor oar
It held no countable fathoms of unknown depth
to serve sailors as their watery graves
Its swells were not waves washing to the shore
nor slithering sea snakes, worse by far
No lush oasis to be found as an illusion to my eyes,
nor cool stream to quench a weary traveler's thirst
This Eastern dune held no date palms for a feast
nor shade from which life could be reimbursed
Here, the moon does not control ebb and flow
There are no tides except for those guided by Mariah
Her harsh winds blow without a wit of warning
and scorpions have no fear of drowning in undertow
In the vast hummocks of gold glimmering sand
I found myself living life sorrowfully chagrinned
lost and confused while the sun blistered my skin
I circled the shores of this scorched desert sea
until parched, death took its final payment from me
In case you haven't noticed I'm a poet verbal usage explosive,
Wrote it to show I'm potent while showing I'm still unfolding,
With words I manage verbs the action within observed,
Then swerves I'm pitching curves a gentleman well reserved,
I'm classic because I practice my passion bring satisfaction,
Imagine the acrobatics of circumstances enacted,
On paper with just a pen meditate then begin,
Fusing my thoughts within with music inhaling scents,
Of candle lit cinnamon my ritual so intimate,
With cleverness I invent miraculous I'm convinced,
My poetry heaven-sent please pardon my arrogance,
Cause I was afraid to win but mentally made amends,
To never be scared again and grow from the commentary,
Some cats will always hate a lesson from Tom and Jerry,
My poetry animated a visualized brand I made it,
Never contaminated passing examinations,
With all honor and glory unto the Lord that's before me,
And all poets with stories I pray you make it cause surely,
It's hard to write a verse that quenches the people's thirst,
Hoping your equals nurse the love you reimbursed,
From being a fan first to writing your best-worse,
Creation is adverse with patience the craft works,
So please acknowledge this in the presence of politics,
Engaging your common sense to a poet this dominant,
With word play in rhythm observe Hey I'm winning!,
Concur they beginning to merge grace within him.
Thanks.