Long Sacramento Poems

“I thought about the former days, the years of long ago.” * 

If you saw something beautiful in a people, a place, a thing;
If you heard about something captivating and fantastic;
If you felt something soothing...

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“I thought about the former days, the years of long ago.” Psalms 77:5 NIV

If you saw something beautiful in a people, a place, a thing;
If you heard about something captivating and fantastic;
If you felt something...

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In a matter of months, we would experience the greatest economic                        ...

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At least one of my greatest QUESTS                            ...

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I once met a gentleman on an Amtrak train whose name was Sitruc Nosttam.*He was some 20 years my senior which was a real treat to me because I have great respect for and love...

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“Passion is what gives meaning to our lives. It’s what allows us to achieve success beyond our wildest imagination. Try to find a career path that you have a passion for.”  Henry Samueli
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After departing...

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I'd just checked out of a hotel in the town of Santa Fe 
Went to the store to collect supplies and went on my way
I was heading for the gold rush in the state of...

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It was 'My Town' for 7 of the most                          ...

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SEVEN years after 911,                               ...

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We'd been travelling through the night and we needed a rest
The unmerciful sun was now rising above a red rocky crest
We headed for a large boulder that offered plenty of shade
Jenna was getting sick and...

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I never knew who wrote them, but some of                          ...

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When the American flag waved bravely, for women it did not FURL.
However, many bold and determined women have changed the WORLD.

I am a proud bother of 8 sisters;
Two of whom are older and 6 are...

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driving our kids west . . .
our past life vanishing in
the rear view mirror

I don’t recall many details about our move to California. My husband’s job had transferred him two states over to California where...

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Dear Pastor

This morning, as I thought upon the goodness of God,
tears began to fall from my eyes and sobbing sounds came forth.
I was alone in the kitchen, and only The Lord saw and heard.

I was...

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I opened Paris' letter and cry


my heart dropped
my fingers trembled
I opened Paris' letter
mama it's been three days ...
then the dam burst, 
not the happy kind
unregretfully
the kind that spells gloom
sobs of tears roll down my face
uncontrollably...

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Nine Eleven
By Curtis Johnson

I did not have any exposure to news on the morning of  911 until I entered my truck to go to work. The Radio 1530 am news station in Sacramento was...

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Occasional cloudiness but lots of wintry sun light with mixtures of foggy, slippery, soggy, dry and wet days.  Such would be my 'one line' portrait of 'my neck of the woods'. There is a...

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I need others to understand the reason for all this writing.  I need to explain to others that this writing of poems and short stories is not about me. I feel compelled to write,...

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By way of Amtrak we journeyed slowly but surely from Sacramento to Chicago.  We departed Monday morning July 21st at the scheduled time of 11:09 am.  From that moment on, one could feel...

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Departing Sacramento, Ca. just past 7:00 AM PT on a nice Saturday morning, we headed for Chicago. All is going well as we take off, as the pilot soon announces that we will ascend up...

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Being privileged to have known scores of
Americans known as 'the greatest generation',
I attest to the reality of their greatness.

Herein, greatness will not reference those who went
off to war to defend the interest of their country,
but...

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Foggy Nights, A Letter To A Friend
By Curtis Johnson

I have driven on  snowy and icy roads in Wisconsin and Illinois.  In the summer’s heat of the Sacramento Region, I have driven in cars,...

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"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
can you hear the whispering? " 
Quote by _Constance La France 

I suspect that most major cities have abandoned houses.
I have lived in three large American cities,...

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"I knew that God was with me, but yet I was afraid and feared evil".                    ...

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Mississippi.
Mostly mild, wet, and muddy  in winter,
but also chilly, cold, and sometimes snowy.
We feasted on ice cycles from tin or asphalt rooftops;
We screamed and yelled as we fought each other with snowballs;  ...

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