Long Reminded Poems
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Heavenly Father,
this season let our minds
and hearts be fixed on you.
As we exchange gifts
may we be reminded Lord,
of the greatest gift of all,
Your son, Jesus Christ.
Born in a manger
some 2000 years ago.
But without the cross
and his resurrection,
this blessed day would have been
just another day in history.
This season,
may we not get caught up in the
commercialism of a secular world.
As families gather this season
may we have a burden
for those homes where his name
will not be mentioned
or given a passing thought.
May each of us be reminded,
that "Jesus, is the reason
for the season".
It's his birthday.
Amen
Splintered saffron and shattered skies;
Reflecting a generation that forgot their youth
and burned the coda written
before they turned cynical and scarred;
Until necessity reminded them how to dream;
With everything they have;
Busted and battered blue skies
My generation was built on broken rules
and rewrote what was already written
before the world became scared and scorned
determined to swallow budding dreams;
with everything it has;
Never willing to follow a poor vision
dismantled authority with our questions;
I guess it’s up to my generation
to change the game again
and remind the world to dream
with everything we have.
I would like to be able to repay you
For everything that you've done.
But I doubt that I will live long enough
Because that list goes on and on.
You have been my angel,
My soulmate, and best friend.
And when my hearts been broken,
It was you who helped it mend.
When nobody else was there, you were.
To See me laugh, yell, and cry.
Everyone else has come and gone
While you have stood by my side.
And watched every single year
slowly pass us by.
You have always made me feel special.
And no- not like that.
I know about your kind!
Even when you were difficult-
Just because.
It wasn't the sun
but, you who shinned.
When nobody else could make me listen.
You were my voice of reason.
You reminded me of who I was,
You gave me something to believe in.
That something special in you.
That could melt my fears away.
And every time I've gotten myself
completely lost.
You held out your tender hand
and helped me find my way.
For always taking my side.
Regardless if I was right or wrong.
For accepting me, and my faults, just the same.
For always letting me belong.
For all the laughs and cherished memories.
All the moments I'll never forget.
For all the nights you held me closely,
completing me as I slept.
For everything that you've done for me
Thank you just doesn't seem to fit.
You mean more to me than you'll ever know.
I love you always and forever-
And nothing
could ever make me quit!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
“Is there anyone in the back room of your bookstore?” A father asked me. “My daughter would like to know.”
“Not that I’m aware of.” When I answered…the father’s face began to glow.
“My daughter is obsessed with ghosts.” He said. “And she is certain…without a doubt…she heard a ghost in your back room…trying to get out.”
For me to explain the reason behind this phenomenon would, scientifically speaking, be a mistake…but when someone opens the front door to our store…our back door rattles and shakes.
I explained this to her father…about the quirkiness of our door…
and we both decided, when it comes right down to it,
we liked his daughter’s version more.
So I left the counter and positioned myself…poised by our front door…
while her father walked back to tell his daughter there is a ghost in our bookstore.
On her father’s signal I opened the doors…with flare (if I was given to boast).
and we both watched his daughter stop…and stare…and wonder about our ghost.
She was smiling as she ran to the counter.
“I heard your ghost.” She cried.
In all my years upon this Earth I’ve never seen eyes so wide!
She left with a couple of ghost books in her hands and a huge smile on her face…
ever-confident she heard the ghost who resides within this space…
When I was young Halloween was special…in ways at the time I did not know…
my mom would cut two holes in a sheet…and off, as a ghost, I’d go.
It was all about the candy I’d amass…trick-or-treating everywhere….
But this Halloween will always be special…I’ll always cherish standing there…
being reminded of the wonder of family
meeting the ghost in our back room…
and the child who first heard it there.
SHAME ON YOU ALAN ACTUALLY DRAGGING A HEROIN ADDICTED ADDICTED TO FENTYN FROM A PSCHIATRIC MENTAL INSTITUTION IN TENNESSEE HOMELSS SLEEPING AT THE BUS STATIONS FROM ALABAMA TO TENNESSEE TO CHICAGO FOR YOUR ILL GOTTEN GAINS LEADING HER TO BELIEVE SHES ACTUALLY HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH AN FBI AGENT AFTER CONTACTING JOE BIDEN IN A PARINOID STATE WHY WOULD JOE BIDEN TOY WITH A HEROIN ADDICT UNDER SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND ARLINGTON HEIGHTS BREACH MERGING WITH MY IDENTITY THIEF PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME PLOTTING MY ASSASINATION IN TAMPA WITH JAMAICAN DRUG LORDS BY GODS GRACE KILLED AT MY FEET MY DESPERATE PLEA MY ABUSE EX JAMAICAN CARTEL FEMALES SMUGGLED THE DEAD MANS STASH OF DRUGS TO WISCONSIN WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND WHO BRUTALLY ATTACKED HIS ENTIRE FAMILY CHRISTMAS EVE AFTER I REPORTED HIS ABUSE HIS DRUG OPERATION HE TRIED TO BREAK MY ARM WHILE SUPPORTING THESE JAMAICAN FEMALE TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES SEATED WITH SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ACTUALLY LURING A HEROIN ADDICT TO ASSIST WITH THE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON MY SPACE WITH THE HELP OF BIDENS TEAM REACHING OUT TO A HEROIN ADDICT FENTANYL USER MAXING HER OWN CREDIT CARDS WHAT A TWISTED HORROR ALAN SHAME ON YOU I AM REMINDED SEPTEMBER 6TH 1989 WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING DRUGS FROM CORRUPTION MY ABUSE EX DECIDED TO TAKE HIS WORK HOME SHARING IT WITH MY SISTER AS I PACKED FIR THE RELOCATION THE DRUGS WAS SO POWERFUL SHE SNAPPED TRIED TO STAB HER OWN 7 YEAR OLD NIECE WITH A SCHOOL SUPPLY SHARP COMPASS SHE RAN DOWN THE STREET NAKED SHE WAS ADMITTED TO HOLY CROSS HOSPITAL SEVERE PSYCHOSIS TODAY SHE'S STILL PSYCHOSIS COMMUNICATING WITH JOE BIDEN AND CORRUPT AGENTS THAT DRAGGED HER FROM HER MENTAL HEALTHCARE TARGETING HER ON 83 YEAR OLD MOTHER ORDER TO CONTINUE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON FBI INFORMANTS SHAME ON YOU SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING GOD BLESS AMERICA
Everything was going to fade away,
When you collapsed on the last day.
Everything was going to fall apart,
Nothing could hold you on the surface!
Everything reminded me of you –
The way you presented yourself to me,
The way you showed the courtesies,
The most glorious story I have ever read is you!
Every tiny finger was worshipped by me,
Every curve was felt intensely,
Every scar was celebrated with sacred passion,
Everything would be nothing if it were not yours.
Any dull caricature reminds me of your sweetest face,
The intonation of your voice still haunts me to the grave,
Your cutest tiptoes still seek me till the 5 o'clock sun,
The entire you is the perfect smile of a godlike creature to me!
The way I have seen you,
The way you were worshipped,
The demeanour to which I have never felt bored,
The alcove of my heart always welcomes you!
Your choice my committee said. But not human, Bo added.
Bo is the head, and the most eager spiritual guide to get me to level yes.
Bo can get re-assigned when I hit mastery.
When he first undertook project me he said we have all the time in the world. Ha!
If you think heaven is complicated, wait until you have to choose your re-assignment.
Re-entry? No problem. Family choosing, another story.
Why not human? I asked Bo.
You have mastered the human level, he reminded me.
The others threw back their heads and laughed.
They did not think so, but Bo is incredibly persuasive, and he persuaded them that I had.
They knew they had been half-duped, but they liked Bo and me, and they wanted to move on.
There are only six levels to master after human, Bo reminded me. But you get to decide
Your own order. You have fifteen minutes to decide.
Apparently the committee had another recruit arriving soon.
I choose dog, I told them.
Dog sometimes does not last past puppy, Angel Six reminded me.
Angel Seven gave him a squelching look which is rare in heaven.
My only other choices were bunny, cat, deer, eagle, and dolphin.
Bunnies are often coyote food; I am haughty enough already, so cat was out.
I despise the idea of spreading lime disease, so not deer.
Flying appeals to me, but I do not feel mature enough to handle a beak yet.
Crumb! I meant to say dolphin. I turned to see if I could change it, but they had dissipated.
With any luck this reincarnation will not last half as long as the last one where I lived to be ninety-two.
Naked Coffee Shock
So. It’s early Sunday morning in DC
Visiting my locale Mickey D’s
I’m not too bright about anything
Simply wanting a cup of Joe
Before I go to church
The help as usual is friendly and polite
(Some say they’re not but that’s alright)
2 ugly men walked in behind me
Clearly they were there to sin
Both had no clothes on so things went south
They were erect
(and I don’t mean posture or the building of a house)
I averted my eyes at the appropriate moment
These are hard times and getting harder
Not wanting to be party to this depravity and crime
I tried to leave but…. Never mind…
“Reach for the sky!” The nude men shouted
Then struck up a conversation
(I thought this was salacious and unkind)
So. I geared up my stronger serious mind
Became sophisticated and refined
I told them they are in the wrong place and time
Informed them the church is close to here
If they were so inclined I’d take them there
Repentance is a goodly and Godly thing
“Ridiculous!” They cried
They wanted more than a house of God
It was the apple pies they so desired
I told them they looked silly and kinda dumb
Reminded them they had no guns (obviously, they were naked)
There was no way to fake it
The only thing they threatened were some smiles
So. The manager told them there are no pies
And sizing up the situation, continued
“Can’t either of you read?”
The sign is clearly posted
“Shoes are required”
You are not properly attired
So kindly leave
We attended Ava, our granddaughter’s, birthday party
as has been our yearly routine
This one, however, reminded us how fast time flies…she just turned 13.
Ava is our youngest grandchild…which means, if you’re keeping score,
none of our four grandchildren…are children anymore.
And again we had to wonder about time
Yes, we’ve been there to watch her grow
but there are moments every now and then when you ask
Where…did the time go?
Time is a funny thing is it not?
a continuous ocean of change
We can’t make sad moments move off swiftly
We can’t make happy moments remain…
It seems the best we can do as we’re carried by her waves…is open our eyes wide
and as time unfolds before us…sit back and enjoy the ride…
So as we watched Ava at her party…It wasn’t the teenager we chose to see
No, we spent some time remembering…the child she used to be.
Looking back across that ocean…remembering moments that endear….
moments we’ve been lucky to share…for these last 13 years
We’ve spent as much time with Ava as the waves of time would allow
and though we’re still a part of her life…we’re more observers now…
And that is as it should be…for as the people in her life increase…
When it comes to her life…
like her birthday cake
we’re just happy to have a piece.
PAUSED
As I watched you leave time stood still, paused, I thought of my existence without you, and it brought me to a dark familiar place. And the coldness of your absence reminded me of the warmth that I so long to feel. And the chill of reality set me alone on the path to a labyrinth of memories I had long forgotten. Lost in a maze, despair had set in, and death seemed better than being enslaved to a picture show on a loop that would never end. And the surreal existence in a world of smoke and points took me straight to the pits of hell. I could almost see you in the distance, but I was so far gone even your pain and your hell wasn’t hot enough to burn me alive. Through clouds of smoke so opaque and muffled sounds of sweet psalms, I felt as though swimming through chaotic flames in a life lost to a speed fueled demon casting stings through points of blood. As the dawn of a new day comes Angelic beams in Avenues of hope there I was with surrender and awe. Saved by grace and mercy abound, I couldn’t reach your loving stare!
As I watched you leave time stood still, paused, I stood my ground.