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THE MEANING OF ENOUGH
She was seated on a bench by the creek when on a walk my eyes first spied her…
and though I’m not sure what drew me to her…I sat down beside her.
For a while we sat in silence…me…and this old woman I’d never met before…
until our eyes met and we exchanged a smile…which seemed to open up a door.
We began to talk without pretense, without anxiety or fear…
We talked about the weather…how it was cool for that time of year.
We talked about the trees and the butterflies…how the sun bounces off the creek…
Before I knew it I was meeting that old lady on that same bench once a week.
On the inside she was soft and sweet…while her exterior was rough…
and as we spent those days together…she taught me the meaning of enough.
She said when it comes to love…true love…one touch is enough…
When she is sad…to drive away the sadness…one sunbeam is enough….
To understand the beauty of the night…the light of one star’s is enough…
When she looks for beauty in a garden…one flower is enough.
When she’s searching for shade in the forest…one tree is enough….
When she spends time with her friends and family…one moment is enough.
When she searches for happiness throughout her day…one smile is enough…
If the only prayer she ever says is thank you…then that one prayer is enough.
“I only have one life.” she said, “if I live it right then one life is enough.”
“If I should die tomorrow…then I have lived enough.”
She’s been gone for many years…still sometimes on that bench I find myself talking to her ghost…thinking how our treasured memories are the ones we miss the most.
I always say a prayer of thanks to her for teaching me the meaning of enough…
And I’m sure wherever she is…she’s smiling…saying…my one prayer is enough.
Hi Guys
You don’t know me and I know we will never ever meet
guess you are on a mission, which you need to complete
Can I thank you from the bottom of my heart
for the sacrifices you make which will keep you apart
from loved ones, family, children, partner or a wife -
they are left alone whilst you continue with your forces life
It must be so so hard, I know you are doing a job you trained for
it’s such a tragedy that you are fighting and our world is still at war
Fighting – why cant we all live together in harmony
and you can return to be in the arms of your family
May God keep you safe and I pray that all wars will cease
and we live together in safety and more importantly live in peace
08~26~14
N/A in previous contest
I had only been writing 6 months when I wrote this rhyme for a contest. I like the simplicity of lines yet they still manage to convey a powerful message of thanks but also for hope for peace in the future
If you're not sure if God does exist,
This, please be willing to try.
Think about Him in the most loving way,
Ignore thoughts that say to deny.
Just start thanking Him for all that you see,
And especially for creating you.
What can you lose for thinking He is there,
Or can do what the bible says He can do?
I have had problems and saw no way out,
All that I could do was cry.
A voice said "you've got nothing to lose,
You might as well give it a try?"
I thought. "I'm just one of billions of people,
Would the Creator care about my request?"
Tears in my eyes, I said "God I need help?"
The events that followed told me "YES!"
Things began to fall right in place,
The right persons or words at the right time.
A stranger passed by said something to me,
What he said was what I sought in my mind.
My children, I tell you that God really cares,
But you must be willing to believe.
You do your part and He will do His,
What you need He'll be sure you receive.
Most have grown up playing make believe,
or had an invisible friend.
Just try it again now, this time with God,
And you'll have a good outcome in the end.
The bible don't sugar coat anything about God,
The good and the bad is there too!
Never has there been a book that is written,
Where everything in it proves true.
We cannot blame others. It is our choice,
As to whether or not God is real.
To all of my children, God has answered many prayers,
Trust the bible and not how you feel.
Here is something simple, do it His way,
Give thanks to Him throughout the day.
You will notice something wonderful inside,
As a response to the things that you say!
A knowing you can't seem to put into words,
Happenings you cannot ignore.
Once you stop and go back to old ways,
Your heart will say "Please give me more!"
All lined up
In a single c rank
Twenty two cans of beer fit
Inside the barrel of a tank,
And driving a tank
Is an exhilarating thrill?
But at times you can’t?
Avoid some road kill.
Cookie comes behind
And what does he do?
Guts and chops and slices?
For a nice Range Stew.
When you’re tired and hungry
And really needing to eat
You gobble down the stew
Because meat is meat is meat.
And when its spiced
And cooked up well
A mouth starts watering
Just at the smell.
Just making sure
No Rupert is near
Off to the breech for
A few cans of beer
Range stew is fine when
Washed down with ale
And by and large they all
Live to tell the tale.
Given the choice
It wouldn’t be range stew;
When you’re tired and hungry
Any food at all will do.
Tired and replete
All give thanks
For the cans of beer that fit
Down the barrel of a tank.
My Veteran Cavalry friends insist this is true, so thanks Hobbo, Dave R and Harry for the inspiration.
The breathe of summer is nearly past
Oaks and maples collect dreams, belief
Pouring out the tenderest promises, gentling
The spirit with a grace so warm, like a whisper
Caressing the moon with soft tendrils of firefly
Kindness, kindled by the soul who remembers
When the feelings were more pure than temptations
Who render the moments helpless, left yearning
For the laughing smiles, the joy in the rain –
As it falls, glistening on the edges of a hopeful leaf,
Dancing in the flames of fall, when everything prays,
All over there is memory and yesterday and ancient
Shadows, revealing the echoes of a past where history
Told of glorious moments, healing and happiness,
Breathless rays of sun’s setting and rising, reflecting
All the hallelujahs in a song, a wisdom, a heart who longs
For the day when God will say – I’ve come…
To take my children home, YES – to take my children HOME
Where the heart is, where the soul lasts, where freedom
Is like the luscious love that pours out inside the ones who believe,
The ones who see Him as eternal, forever, peace, love
That knows no doubting, no dread, no fear – no fear ever
Can wipe away the satisfaction of having Him say – “You’re mine”
Forever, without end – I will always say grace, His gift, is the answer
To every fear that has ever been.
With HIM, there is no fear that can take away the peace
Living within, where He is… the spirit’s best friend,
The truth that penetrates and inspires, stirring hope and faith
Promising the amazing that comes with grace!
Thanks to HIM, I’m forever praising, praising, praising
The One who left me a reason to thank Him,
A reason to wake to the sound of forever, the eternity
That allows me to answer fear without a tear…
A reason, He brings – a reason to live and a reason to strive
To be like Him, the One who forgives all sin
Because He is the Light revealing grace that will win
In the end, yes oh yes… in the end, He WINS!
Shine ya Eye
Ya serious relationship fit be another man side;
na you cherish am, another man call am ride.
You post am with pride,
You call am your queeni.
But for corner, dem dey laugh:
because dem know wetin ya mind no know.
E go tell you: “we broke up, but not enemies.”
My guy, no be true o — na code.
E mean say e still dey go back go dey fold.
Dem no dey remember the plenti-plenti care,
They count the moments you couldn’t be there.
Once your pocket dry, her love fit dry.
No get am for mind say she no fit live without you.
If you kpai today, na one month cry patapata.
For ya burial ground,
her new man fit don dey stand near am.
But your mama… ah!
Na she no go ever get another you o!
Impress her small, she go rain prayer for ya head.
Do same thing to ya babe,
Na just “thanks.”
E no get wetin fit replace mama love;
na little thing she dey ask from you—
Just make am proud.
No be wig, no be labubu.
As you Dey struggle tey impress her,
As no woman want broke man,
No mama want dead pikin o!
In the small crawl space
just past the two kitchen hangars
where one pole is north face
and in the deep south is the other's
that place be called Monkeyland,
where fishes hop o'er clouds,
and cats and dogs walk hand in hand,
doves dive not flocks but crowds,
the Crab Fest is a spectacle,
a wonder to behold,
show ends, then the incredible,
the taste test wins the gold,
you'll hear tales from a pair of keys (parakeets),
perched within an igloo,
you'll eat a knifeful of fresh peas
and a hole tomato
Thanks, Clueless One, for reading me,
but, clue you in ... let's see,
if I'm held upside right ... first time,
my tale be True in rhyme.
Darkness comes early, so it’s only fitting
That people string holiday lights.
Seeing such sparkles as dusk slowly falls
Is one of the season’s delights.
Candles in windows and baubles on trees
Help chase off the cold weather gloom.
Tulips are hiding way under the earth,
But festive electric bulbs bloom.
Try to imagine a years-ago Yule,
Before Franklin’s key found a spark;
The world must have seemed rather dismal and dim
When houses were swallowed by dark.
But now we can bask in the holiday glow
And revel in twinkling displays.
To Edison we owe a bushel of thanks
For brightening dull winter days.
Our four grandchildren have grown up before our eyes…it’s hard to imagine that!
Which means it’s been years since they spent the night with us and Deborah and I babysat.
So, when our son and daughter-in-law asked us to watch their golden lab, Juniper
We said yes without so much as a dialogue…
With all our experience babysitting grandchildren we thought it’d be easy babysitting a dog.
And it was…it truly was…because it turns out…this may sound a little wild…
babysitting a dog is a lot like babysitting a child.
They all liked to go on long walks…whether in a wagon or on a leash
they were happy…we could tell…
Our grandchildren loved the sights and sounds while Juniper loved the smells.
They all loved to eat and eat often…meals, in between meal snacks…ice cream and more
(which had us wondering if their parents had ever fed them before).
They had their favorite games…like fetch and Candy Land…and when
that game was completed, they loved playing it over and over again!
One thing we had forgotten about babysitting was all the energy it required…
as our grandchildren and Juniper were ready to continue playing
long after the two of us were tired.
They all loved love and attention…having their hearts and souls nurtured and fed
and they all loved that time at the end of the day when we’d snuggle together in bed.
Babysitting Juniper reminded us of something else we’d forgotten that we knew…
the happy tiredness and contentment you feel when the babysitting’s through.
When you look around your empty house…
that moments ago was filled with so much energy and activity…
and then
You sigh…smile at one another…knowing after a little rest
you’l be ready to babysit again.
So thanks Juniper…
for helping us remember…all those things with the grandchildren we use to do…
which we probably wouldn’t have thought about….if we hadn’t been babysitting you.
This was once a sea of mud
Where thousands bled!
Before it reverted to!
A field of Flanders Poppy Red.
Do lines of ghostly squaddies!
Plough through ethereal mire!
In an endless quest to!
Charge the enemy barbed wire.
Do Mill Bombs explode!
As machine guns bark!
Sending many of the brave!
Into death's final dark.
How many bodies sank
Into that glutinous paste
Just futile victims of
A futile war's waste.
Do those shades fight bravely
Or do they fight with despair
Knowing it was sheer folly
That they were ever there.
The Flanders Poppy thrives
It's vivid scarlet red
An enduring tribute to those
Many brave but wasted dead.
And the massed white tombstones
In their precise lines and ranks
Are tended with love and care
In sincere but inadequate thanks
17 October 1916 the Battle of The Somme enterd its 109th day and had 32 more to run. It lasted 141 day in total. It saw the first use of the tank in battle, and extensive use of air power.
Casualties: British and Empire: 420,000, French: 200,000, German: between 434,000 and 500,000.
It was classed as “inconclusive.”
100 Years On I feel like crying/