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Since God already wrote my name in the Book of life permanently
I'm now granted precious inheritance absolutely
Receiving His blessings of great bounty
I must worship Him in spirit and truth's certainty.
With His love sealing my spirit in His ownership
I'm well-protected by His caring guardianship.
Because He is my Teacher-mentor thru biblical preachings
I must discern amidst erroneous teachings.
Having His favor in my ministry participation
I'm blessed in my faithful stewardship's function.
Along His offered relationship so sweet
I enjoy our vibrant fellowship every time we meet.
By His miracle, my body is made as His Spirit’s temple
I'm verily secured against lusts that trample!
While His holiness is molding my heart
I must not defy Him; from Him I should never depart.
Thru His wondrous love story
I'm assured of eternal victory.
Grateful to Christ for His marvelous love
I ought to live for Him, with faith looking* above.
*Hebrews 12:2 Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
March 7, 2019
I was born on July 20, 1958.
Being one of seven children and having a mid-summer birthday, even as a young boy, it was
not uncommon for my birthdays to come and go without much fanfare.
In the winter of my Fifth Grade year at school, we had an assignment to write a short-story.
I was already in love with writing way back then. My short story was on a topic that was
very much in the news at that time and a very interesting and exciting theme for a young
boy. I wrote a short story about me being the youngest astronaut in the space program and
being selected to be the first astronaut to walk on the moon. I was aware at the time, that
the US and USSR were in a Cold War race to be the first country to achieve that lofty goal
and I knew it was bound to happen soon. To make my story even more special, I wrote that
this wonderful event would take place over the coming summer, on my birthday!
Well, lo and behold, as the winter turned to spring and spring turned into summer the Apollo
11 space mission launched from Cape Canaveral carrying three astronauts, two of whom
were targeted to walk on the moon.
As my 11th birthday approached, without any notice from anyone else, I watched in awe as
the Apollo 11 made its way to the moon. On July 20th, 1969, the lunar landing module,
Eagle, set down on the moon! I remember expectantly waiting for the astronauts to be given
permission to exit the Eagle and step foot on the moon’s surface as the hours of my birthday
ticked down.
It was about 10:00 pm eastern time when my parents finally sent us all to bed on the news
that Mission Control made the decision to wait until the next day to send Neil Armstrong out
of the lunar module. With tears in my eyes, I went to bed thinking that I missed my chance
to share my birthday with history and to have had my short story prognostication come true.
At a few minutes before 11:00 my parents woke all of us up to come watch as Neil
Armstrong could wait no longer and talked Mission Control into letting him walk on the moon
without further delay.
So, at about 11:00 pm, on my 11th birthday, the men from Apollo 11 walked on the moon for
the first time in history. One small step for man and one giant link to history for one small
boy in Charleston, West Virginia.
And, that is when 11 became my favorite number.
We met a few years ago, then suddenly you were gone
We danced the very last dance to our favourite song
Happenings in our lives took control of our tomorrows
That evening when you walked away, filled my heart with sorrow
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When I heard the telephone ring, I answered and you were there
And we spoke of the past few years, these years we could have shared
The time flew by when we talked, sharing our pasts to date
When you said you'd like to meet up again, my heart just couldn't wait
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When I picked you up from the Airport, you hadn't changed at all
Six foot plus with sky blue eyes, still leaving me enthralled
We settled into our night for tomorrows journey we'll make
To a rented cottage so idyllically set, down by the lake
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The morning came so fast as we set of on our trip
Again going over the years, picturing like a movie clip
Our destination now reached, refreshed we head for a meal
At a restaurant overlooking the lake, our pasts begin to seal
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Back to the cottage we go, as you gently take my hand
So dreamy under the full moon, is this what fate had planned
You play our favourite song, the one we danced to so long ago
As you take me in your arms, something in me flows
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
We look into each others eyes as you ruffle my long blond hair
I see desire looking back from your manly sky blue stare
Slowly we discard our clothes as you lay me on the bed
Adventurous discovering hands declare our minds well read
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Our passion resonates, excitement fills the air
Years of catching up in delightful bodily share
We awaken in the morning, spooned within my reach
Our love has been reborn, re-found visiting Qualicum Beach
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Everyday it's the same old thing
Wondering what this one will bring
Same ol day as yesterday
What can I say
Time goes by
And it's time to cry
Memories spin inside my head
Drowning me instead
Life goes on without me
Sometimes I wish I could see
What the future has in-store
Wanting just a little more
Something to hold on to
Something true
I need to know
Which way I should go
In my world I see
What I wish to be
So far I get lost on my way
What can I say
Days grow dark and cold
I grow old
I go on fighting to be who I want
Memories from yesterday haunt
My mind
Help me to find
The courage to stand on my own
After hope has flown
When times drag me down
In the world I might drown
I get so insucure inside
I want to hide
Climb back on my feet again
Knowing how long it's been
Since I could face my fears
Hide the falling tears
Face the years
I've walked the lonely road
Set down this heavy load
My heart
Starts to come apart
Wondering where I belong
What did I do wrong
To feel this way
Tell me what to say
To bring my life back into the light
Which way is right
Which way I should go
I just don't know
How to be the man I was meant to be
I need to see
Self destruction takes me down
I always drown
again and again
That's how it's always been
I wish it was some other way
Same ol day as yesterday
5/16/21
It's been an ugly couple
Of years and a yucky struggle
Stomping in muddy puddles
With bloody knuckles
Before smelling and picking honeysuckle
Got to wise up, and make the money double
Despite the stress and hunger pains in my tummy muscles
It's seeming stark
Occasionally I'm seeing stars
Far away like Mars
As I'm proceeding in the dark
Yet another human being's art
It's always beating, yet now it's a bleeding heart
Usually staying low-key instead of playing the leading part
Meanwhile people working with or without a cleaning cart
It began, passed or soon the meeting starts
It was a free-for-all or there was a seating chart
Accidents happen whether in or out of a speeding car
Some people eating carp
As it either did or didn't reach the freezing mark
Might've made others, but never made myself proud
I'm alive, but inside feeling dead now
Head in the clouds or head down
Burned through much more than ten pounds
Dusted myself off and got up every time I fell down
Often I was working on the next round
The drink I failed to set down
Expectations low, from here to the next town
It makes me upset how
Continually I am let down
Stoned and angry, eyes are bloodshot red now
As I get around with a Hellhound
They're so quick to tell me that I am Hell-bound
Meanwhile they're all spellbound
Towards an oath people never did or they felt bound
People staying composed or having a meltdown
I've done good and I did wrong
It's odd
The opportunity is gone
From being far too withdrawn
As I continue to live on
Over the years, helped out a lot of sick dogs
Hope-filled, look closely through faith’s eye
To behold God’s glory and grace
Magnificent as you draw nigh
Pursuing as champ in life’s race.
Focusing on eternal bliss
Hope-filled, look closely through faith’s eye
So that what’s vital you won’t miss---
Claiming divine prize, soaring high.
Break free from deceit, don’t deny
While illumined with truth so clear…
Hope-filled, look closely through faith’s eye
Precious virtues sublime, hold dear.
Midst triumph for reaching-out flight
Thankful with prayer-driven sigh
Keep on serving by mercy’s light…
Hope-filled, look* closely through faith’s eye.
Hebrews 12:2*Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
May 19, 2024
Honorable Mention, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 44" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 6/23/2024
What Makes Me Smile
Smiles I seek from sweet shines of life
To abate stress of my daily strife;
Sweet shines of smiles brighten my path
Melt away harshness of my wrath;
Sweet smiles open doors of my heart
To the songs of a lovely lark;
I need not wander far away
To search for sweet smiles of the day,
I uncover sweet smiles close by
As I stare at the starry sky,
From cotton clouds cast as a deer
Racing in heavens without fear,
From eclipse of the silver moon
Outstripped by shining stars so soon,
From spring seeds shooting from the ground
From graceful breeze blowing around,
From flowers striving each other
To catch my eyes without bother,
From spring amethysts in full bloom
Vying with roses in my room,
From my cat chasing a grey rat,
My dog wearing a lovely hat,
From cherry blooms kissing my desk
To wake me up from my short rest,
From light rains splashing on my roof
From my stroll holding me aloof,
Myself holding pen upside down
To set down my sign with a frown;
Let me from sweet shines seek smiles,
I know not where I`ll lie awhile.
—wThis Thing Called Aging
1All day, no, far more nearly for 2 years,
I have been thinking I have had
Enough of being old, being
Pleasant about this form of present:
I have had enough of this aging task.
I wish to go back— not, no, not
Return to my troublesome youth.
No returning, please,but, perhaps,
A re-setting of some physical,
.Dimensional clock, just as springtime
Returns every year and the perennials
Re-grace us all around, splendidly,
Their petals unscarred.
I will concede to grayed hair, even to
These painful bones, but I want
To hand in how I drop every 3rd
Thing I touch, misplace every 3rd
Thing I set down, or take a fall every 3rd
Outing I dare. How it goes on
That I must ask help to stand,
To lift, to fetch, to set down, to plan.
As decades passed, perhaps I gained
Some wisdom, tho now must pray
Daily for strength. And even if
I cannot travel anymore, I retain
A universe of unknowns - by Faith - in
Views from my soul, for which
I need not squint or lean in closer
To the turning pages...
I was a ballet dancer in my youth.
I miss in this aging, the liquidity
Of motion, and I give apologies
For my neediness, and also give
Thanks for this continuing life...
Not ballet, but a tango with language,
And a promenade with my dreams:
This concourse of wishing traverses
A decrepit, wooden bridge failing
Its hold over a river of inconsequence.
And, next time these desires consume
A further day, I shall laugh,
Just as aging will have taught me to do.
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sally young-Eslinger2020 (c)
These Ladies I Draw
These are the ladies who live
In my mind,
But are not seen by me within
— not forming into
Images behind closed eyes;
Nor walking in sleep’s dreams;
And will not present
Any essence of their portraits until
They run out in the ink
On the tip of my pen’s touching nib To the paper...
Revealed in new contours,
Lines and dots
Of expression,
From a one lady to the many,
As their faces lavish
Their personalities
Out surprising my eyes, too.
From inspired beginnings
— the coaxing to create —
The ladies peek up
From the hidden in me,
Precisely as poems will —
Nudging until I am set down
With pages and pens aligned
Into the flow of what wishes
To surface
In that sudden
Urge to create, to play,
To be realized and live
Through many others’ eyes.
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(c) sally Young eslinger 1/22/21
Always thanks be to God
I saw Judy Collins in concert last night…
her melodies once again soaring to the stars
proving angels never lose their voice…
no matter how old they are.
And I remember thinking to myself
As she, smiling, took the stage
how I listened to her when we were both younger
before our youth was replaced by age.
There came time…I think it was late in the show
but I really can’t be certain
when she set down her guitar
sat at the piano
and a lone spotlight threw her silhouette upon the curtain.
And I remember being overwhelmed
not only with her presence on the stage
but with the fact…when you stop and look
a silhouette doesn’t age.
And I smiled as I sat there
it’s a moment I’ll never forget
as an older Judy Collins
sang with her younger silhouette.
And I felt blessed to have seen her from both sides now
from young…and old…and still somehow
this is the illusion I’ll recall
how her silhouette showed no age…at all.
And though she’s 80 years old now
a fact time won’t let us forget…
to me she’ll always be…
and sound
like her younger silhouette.