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Premium Member Pam's Peaceful Place

PAM’S   PEACEFUL   PLACE
By Curtis Johnson

                                                                                                WE HAD A BOUNTIFUL GARDEN FILLED WITH SWEET CORN AND PEAS
WE HAD TASTED GOOD VEGETABLES BEFORE, BUT NONE SO GOOD AS THESE 

IN AN AREA OF SOUTH EASTERN WISCONSIN,  JUST ACROSS THE ILLINOIS STATE LINE, WE DISCOVERED A PLACE WHERE THE PEOPLE WERE UNUSUALLY DEAR AND KIND

OUR NEIGHBORS WERE RELAXED AND UNSTRESSED;  PEOPLE OF GOODWILL. IT WAS A CALM AND GENTLE LAND OF COWS AND CHEESE, SMALL FARMS, AND ROLLING HILLS

THOUGH ONLY FOR A WHILE, AWAY FROM THE WINDY CITY, WE MADE THIS OUR HAPPY HOME.  LIKE THE PHEASANTS  AND QUAILS WHO ROAMED, WE WERE PLACED THERE THOUGH NOT FOR LONG

ALTHOUGH OUR STAY IN THIS QUIET AND SETTLED LAND WAS BRIEF, AND SO SHORT A SEASON; THE GODLY PEOPLE WE MET AND LOVED, IMPRESSED OUR LIVES FAR BEYOND HUMAN REASON

WE WORKED WITH A MINISTRY FOR ADDICTS  WHOSE LIVES WERE DEEPLY TROUBLED AND TORN. THESE LADIES OF THE STREET,  LONGING FOR A BREAK, NEEDED A RETREAT FROM BAD SEED SOWN.
IN A FARM HOUSE ESTABLISHED BY LOVE, LADY ROSES BLOOMED, IN THE SHADOWS OF THE THORNS.

IN THIS QUIET AND HUMBLE COMMUNITY, A TRUE PLACE OF REFUGE, OUR FIRST CHILD WAS BORN. THIS IS WHERE OUR FAMILY BEGAN. IT WAS PAM’S PEACEFUL PLACE, AWAY FROM SIRENS AND LOUD HORNS. SOMEDAY,  WE SHALL RETURN TO VISIT OLD FRIENDS, AND HAVE A BITE OF THAT WHITE SWEET CORN.

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Premium Member Fool's Gold

On the main floor of the bus station in the windy city,                                      I was being fooled, and my deceiver was going for the gold.
He was a con artist straight from the heartless streets of Chicago.
He spotted me long before I saw him, but I never saw him or ‘it’ coming.
I was an innocent naïve 17-year-old, straight from the Delta of Mississippi.
Where I was from, no one lurked, stalked, or skimmed to take advantage of me.

Like Eve in the Garden, I was alone,                                                        and an easy prey for anyone set an on evil deeds.
Like Eve, I was told what to do, but the deceiver                                      was much more clever, and twisted things around.

Also like Eve, I listened to the lie of another, and before I knew it,                   I was believing his words and handing him a five dollar bill.
He was a pretender, but I learned the hard way to discern                              the difference between the reality and make believe.

Fast forward nearly 30 years, and the picture looks very different.
By then, I had learned about a brassy yellow material that looked like gold.
On a hot summer’s day, on my delivery route, I took a break on a river bank.
I stood on the banks of The North Folk of The American River in California.       The clever deceiver was not human, but it sparkled and looked like the real deal.
I picked it up, and in a way I said, “You can’t fool me.  You are ‘fool’s gold.”
11162016 PS Contest, But It Was Not Real, Lewis Raynes. Pl 8th
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Chicago Cubs

As a baseball fan in the Windy City,
one had to tolerate a lot of mediocrity.
If you followed the Cubs, you deserved a lot of pity.
What kind of baseball team were the Chicago Cubs?
Each season was a continuation of hapless flubs.
Yes, they have had a history that is not too great.
They had not won a World Series since 1908.
Since then, not one season victory would the team yield
as they played their home games at Wrigley Field.

This year, there was an end to the stormy weather.
The team finally got their entire act together.
During the baseball season of 2016,
hitting, pitching, and defense looked pretty keen.
These boys played together like a well-oiled machine.
The Cubs finished first in the Central Division.
In the National League, they defeated their playoff opposition.
Although it took them to a seventh game,
the Cubs put the Cleveland Indians to shame.

Yes, this year, the Cubs finally won it all.
They are the World Series champions of baseball.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Cold Chicago

Comfort zones go into hibernation every winter in Chicago

Only the tough skinned, strong willed, and native-born survive Chicago

Long live the reliable snow movers and the great transportation system

Doing your best to keep blood flowing to the extremities of your body is wisdom




Contrary to many opinions, Chicago is not heartless or cold blooded; just cold

Highways, freeways, and toll roads will always help you reach your goal

I was out one winter near O’Hare International Airport, and  my feet nearly froze.

Clearly, I should not have driven a VW Bus that was fun to drive until it caught a Chicago cold.

And it's true that Chicago is a windy city by the lake; it’s also icy cold in Winter

Go to Chicago, where nothing seemed to halt, and where I got so cold that I could barely talk

On short days or long, right or wrong, life goes on; and shoulder to shoulder, people continue to shop on State Street
09052017PS, Acrostic Fall or Winter, Janice Canerdy
Form: Acrostic

My Dad Was Just a Lad Part 3

My Dad Was Just a Lad
Part 3

I’ll close with just this “added” tale,
Of this  “Old Veteran’s” rhyme.
To share how one man’s story,
Ended. . . way before it’s time.

He went back home to Iowa,
Packed up the wife and kiddies.
He and his kin, adventure bound,
Were on their way to the Windy City.

He and his brother had a plan,
Build trailer homes, of wood & steel.
To help young families make a fresh start,
A place a couple, “at home” may feel.

As their “dream” took shape,
Soon past their expectations grew.
The brothers bought some man toys,
Cars, boats & planes, but just a few.

“These are the days, They’ll never end”
Is the song a young heart sings.
But as comes to all, our life is done,
The day our death toll rings.

He was killed one fateful day, 11/47,
His Piper Cub, his pride and joy.
Had done that trick a dozen times,
A turn of fate, for our young boy.
*  *  *  *  *
These are recurring thoughts,
I find rushing through my head.
When I think of all our veterans,
Both the living. . . and the dead.

All the lives now represented,
In rows of many snow white crosses.
In graveyards round the globe,
That mark our American losses.

Courageous men and women,
Willing to sacrifice it all.
Americans still answer, now as then,
Their “HOME” countries, urgent call.

With Deepest Love & Great Respect,
I sign off now, “Wish you all the best”
We remember you for what you did,
And how you all, have passed the test.
*  *  *  *  *

Written by oldbuck, In recognition of the sacrifice of
All our Veterans and their families.
© Old Buck  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Blue Island, Illinois

If you are not from the area, you probably don’t know
about this town which is a suburb of Chicago.
It is located to the southwest of the Windy City.
With Morgan Park, it shares its northern boundary.
Blue Island thrives in the heart of  Cook County.
The people who live there are proud of this little city.
The town has a long and interesting history.
Due to the discovery of rich deposits of clay,
Blue Island produced tons of bricks in an earlier day.
There is something most people don’t understand.
The village is neither blue, nor is it an island.
However, this spot is bountiful with a lot to give.
Blue Island continues to be a great town to live.

I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Said I Do

I do not understand the acceptance of what I assume to be a proven fact.
I do not know if it is really true for most men, that they forget 'the vitals'.
I'm speaking of the 'top of the list vital' such as wedding anniversaries*.
How is it possible to forget one of the most important events of our lives?

Anyway, I cannot speak for men, but as for me, I have never forgotten that date. Personally, it entailed an event second only to my acceptance and commitment to Christ. It was during the noon hour on a nice summer Saturday just North of The Windy City. Now, I could understand if my wife wanted to forget about 49 years of marriage with me. I have not been the best person to live with, and she has not been able to change me. I'm not exactly saying that she wanted to, but I cannot imagine it not entering her mind. After all, I am very stubborn, have perfectionist leanings, rather decisive, slightly insensitive, and very opinionated.

Anyway, what I want to say is that my wife is the most loving, kindest, and Godliest person I know. There is no one who cares more about me and what happens to me.  I would never have tried, but if I did, I could have never found a wife like mine over the internet. I will always believe that my wife was custom-made by God just for me. I know of no one coming closer to the lady described in The Book of Proverbs 31 than my dear wife.                               

Oh, did I mention 'cheap'? I must confess that if there is anyone cheaper than me, he should not be allowed to walk the streets of America.  In fact, there should be a law against him for his cheapness, because he would be bad for the economy.  Even so, my sweet wife loves me just the way I am.                                          

I tell you, my bride believes in me, making me second only to The God in her life whom she loves passionately and serves with boldness.  She has always sought the best for me, helping me to reach my full potential.  Of this, there is no doubt.  Behind this man is a good woman.  And there's more......

060521PS                                                                                                                                                                       *Our 49th Wedding Anniversary, June 17
Form: Verse

Premium Member Summer of '70

School was out for the summer,
and the summer heat was beaming.
The children were playing, getting wet
and cool by the blasting fire hydrants.
Even in a thriving metropolis such as Chicago,
'The innocence' was dropping like rain on the pavement
in the summer of 70.                                                                                

In spite of a few negative experiences in The Windy City,
it's hard to compete with The Brookfield Zoo, The Museum
of Science and Industry, or The Buckingham Fountain.
All things being equal, from my perspective, the atmosphere                     was innocent and tame.                                                                          

Perhaps it was me, 'walking on cloud 9' or 'hooked on a feeling'.                                                                                                  Or was it both, because I had just met a girl in the summer of '70              
who swept me off my feet? That explains why I was on a cloud?       

It must have been in July of '70 when I first met her
and on June 17, 1972, we said, "I do".  I tell you,                                  
those two words still ring strong and true, as we                               
anticipate celebrating 50 years of marriage                                                            
in the summer 0f 2022.

041322PS

Premium Member Time and Space

Time And Space

In the class rooms from the very first grade,
we played with trucks and toys in the sand box

We learned side by side to read, write, and do math
At recess, we took to the swings and merry go rounds

We were just boys, so far removed from becoming men
For a long while, it was simply about friendships and sports

At seventeen, separation began as I set sail in search of my new world
Years passed and opportunities knocked; the space between us stretched

No one told me how time and space would separate our lives
Some of us went North, searching for a better life in The Windy City                

There were a few who stayed close to home, in their familiar South.
Dreaming of sweet fruits, some went East toward The Big Apple.

And me?  I went every direction until settling West, where eagles nest.
No one told me how time and space would separate our lives.

From 2000 miles away, I have sadly gone to too many funerals.
Does knowing the ‘pain of distance’ make a difference? Only God knows.

From a distance, I have gladly returned for far too few family reunions. 
For nearly forty years, from The Golden State, I have visited family and friends.

But I have been partitioned from friends, unseen since early childhood.
No one told me how time and space would separate our lives.
06092016  PS Contest, Distant Things, by John Lawless
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Personal Awakenings

I have been kissed by lots of breezes.
I was kissed by a passing breeze;
Like the humid breeze from
the Gulf of Mexico.

I was kissed by a passing breeze;
Like that Chicago breeze
from the Windy City.

I was kissed by a passing breeze;
Like that foggy and gusty breeze
from the Pacific Ocean.

I was kissed by a passing breeze;
Like that Delta Breeze from
the Sacramento Valley after
a hot summer day.

More importantly, I was kissed by a passing
breeze that penetrated beyond the surface of the
physical and awakened me in some vital areas.

I was awakened SPIRITUALLY when
I accepted and allowed Christ
to be the Lord of my life.

I was awakened POLITICALLY when
I realized that tradition had run its
course, and it was time for a change
in my thinking and perspective of the world.

I was awakened ROMANTICALLY as a late-bloomer
who at 19 years of age fell in love with a girl from
South Dakota. It was short-lived, but the love bug
had been awakened to stay as I, in my late teen years,
fell in love over and over and over again.

I was awakened SOCIALLY as much of my shyness was put to rest,
and I became a people person. Discovering that I too had something
to say, I determined to master the gift of communicating with people.
I learned how to interact and inject my own thoughts and opinions.
I tell you, that kiss by a passing breeze of awakening was very real.
Form: Verse

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