The crayfish hies it
Under the flat, shale rock that
Smells of moss and fish.
He stands fierce; claws akimbo
Ready to fend off a boy.
The farm I loved, my ancient homeplace
A families love, God given grace
Though poor then, now those memories embrace
I learned to be somewhat independent, life embrace
So much to explore on that old homeplace
So lucky to be covered and blessed by God's grace
The whole family worked hard, filled with grace
There was plenty of food, nature I did embrace
That farm will always for me be my homeplace
Homeplace,
Grace
Embrace
Autumn meant cooler days—
picking apples from the trees
or helping pack them
in boxes.
Mostly Granny Smiths:
firm, green apples
made for hot apple pie.
Red Delicious came
with their built-in stand;
Jonathans carried a blush
and a crisp, sweet bite.
I remember seasonal pickers
high on three-legged ladders,
canvas bags strapped
across their shoulders,
paid by the weight
they carried down.
Each apple was turned
and lifted from its branch—
stem intact,
next year’s bud
left safely on the tree.
Above us, Mount Canobolas—
an extinct volcano—
gave the orchard
its rich, dark soil,
roots drawing sweetness
into every apple.
I remember I fell through that wooden floorboard.
I was careless where I stepped, and the weight of my mistake made me fall right through.
I remember the embarrassment I felt... it nearly broke my self-esteem.
I can hear them use their traitorous tongues.
I remember I walked carefully over those wooden floorboards.
I see their eyes glare and hear the whispers of people who judge me for treading so cautiously.
I am wary of what they are saying. ..of what they may think.
I walk confidently around that wooden floor.
I am aware of their judgements and their hateful glares.
I don't care what they think.
I no longer have to tread so carefully.
I can run free.
I remember...
I write to remember...I write to forget
The two lines haven’t intersected yet
I write to remember the nights that remain
Soft echoes of laughter that cut through the rain
I write to forget every shadow and debt
Old stories that linger with quiet regret
I write to remember the nights we once kept
Soft corners of time where the world almost slept
I write to forget every echo and threat
The stories that bruise but haven’t healed yet
I write to remember...I write to forget
A rhythm of holding and losing in silhouette
autumn shakes threadbare
spent leaves loosen from brown stems
each clings to the bough
waiting for the tug of wind
to show buds in leaf axils
one leaf lies pressed flat
between pages seldom turned
kept from rain and light
its veins mirror buried roots
grounding what the leaf recalls
wine darkens the glass
one mouthful remains untouched
thirst catches its shine
sweetness ripens when restrained
the tongue leaves a taste behind
on dust-silver shelves
each book keeps its well-thumbed leaves
spines remember hands
binding what the years recall
in their dog-eared aftermath
names fade from old cards
ink gives way to the humdrum
old contacts grow pale
what I leave for others' eyes
means nothing to their kind ghosts
leaf settles on leaf
each layer hides another
last in, first recalled
gathered from one's only life
their weight growing underneath
neither dusk nor dawn
can deceive me about leaves
I shed, keep, forgo
forget, give away, hold back—
each leaves something of a life
“Remember me, O my God, for good.” — Nehemiah 13:31
May the lantern
of my memory
shine like bright gold
as hope of renewal
sustains me
from late summer
through winter’s end
cuckoo bystander
hippies hound
desecrate passing
shrewdly badmouth
siegfried bobcat
wake european
spirits enlisting
the globally
fortuitousness by
reading rhythmic
confrontation dutifully
fluster fission
spat and
unite your
sourness unlearned
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 7–13, 2026)
An ember glow
candle smoke swirls
perfume in an empty room
warmth left in a chair.
A string still humming,
a bell trill trembling,
laughter down a hallway,
whispers of warmth in an ear.
An imprint in a pillow,
a crease in opened letter,
lipstick on a glass,
a fingerprint on a mirror.
Salt drying on skin,
dew drops caught in hair,
warmth left in an empty teacup,
an open hand cupping a wave.
An empty swing swaying
ripples ringing across a pond
grass stirring; the breeze gone,
a shadow slipping around a corner.
A hug still holding
eyes moving - eyelids closed
echoes of trembling voices
the silence can't swallow.
Scent without flower,
song without voice,
intense sense of feeling
that what's gone is here.
An ember,
an echo,
a glimmer,
a ripple
a gong—
Coming, going, staying,
leaving, lingering, wandering,
remaining on.
Wow, the simple pleasures of life!
Remember when just a tan suit was the highlight and topic of discussion on all the news channels?
Yes, a tan suit had the volume turned all the way up and had them in a complete uproar, not no scandals, no corruption, no Epstein files, no bribery, no delusional post and memes, no need for greed, no late night rants and raves, no self obsessions… just a lil ole plain tan suit.
Well, things have truly changed since then, because look at where we are now, smh.
But, as you can see, this what happens when you turn leadership into leader ssh.
Wow!!! What a difference in a day, a person, a country and a mindset.
Twenty-five years have passed,
yet the memory still remains,
a morning filled with sorrow,
a nation washed in pain.
The towers reached toward heaven,
then disappeared from sight,
leaving behind a silence
that still echoes every night.
We remember those who never
made it home that day,
the mothers, fathers, sons and daughters
who were taken far away.
We remember every hero
who ran toward the flame,
while others ran for safety,
they answered when we called their name.
The firefighters and the officers,
the strangers helping strangers too,
the countless acts of courage
from red, white, and blue.
We remember those in heaven,
and the families left behind,
the empty chairs, the photographs,
the memories frozen in time.
Though years may pass before us,
their stories will not fade.
For every life that was taken,
a promise must be made:
To remember their names,
to honor what they gave,
to cherish those beside us,
and never forget the brave.
So today we bow our heads,
with hearts both proud and torn,
and whisper through the years:
We remember.
We honor.
We will never forget.
Today’s a date you can’t forget,
When evil had its way.
To all responders, there’s a debt
We never can repay.
The world may mourn, but locals feel
A different kind of grief.
For here the shock was all too real;
We watched in disbelief.
For months we read the flyers
Of the missing and we woke
To the smell of all the fires,
Sadness mingling with the smoke.
In the classrooms, they’ll be teaching
Versions of that day’s events,
But, for most, it won’t be reaching
What that horror represents.
On the 11th of September
A day we should all remember
That sad day the Twin Towers came falling down
Crashing to the ground
That fateful, infamous day
When Americans passed away
2,977 unfortunate souls
Went up to become God's Guardian Angels
And let's remember as well
Those who died from the toxins in the air from hell
Those Brave Police Officers, Firemen, EMTs and brave Citizens
To rescue people, went back in again and again
Now, God's Guardian Angels watch over us
As we do dangerous things and such
Things that must be done, understand?
To save people in danger, as many as we can
So, let's bow our heads and say a prayer
For our Heroes who die every day everywhere
Our Heroes who may not always get recognized
But are Brave Heroes none the less in our eyes
When you relax after your day is done
Please remember our Heroic Unlucky Ones
Who are sadly no longer here
To Them, raise a cup, drink a toast of wine, spirits or beer
Remember we must!
Cause when the debris is cleared and cleared the dust
The Terrible War Site is gone
But the Memories live on...
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, September 11, 2026
America remember in your darkest moment
Murder fell from the sky the nation united
Etched together forever is your united grief
Remember in that single moment the world
In unison the world came together as one
Choosing to stand side by side as a friend
America your darkest day the world came
When I consider what’s behind…
Was I gracious? Was I kind?
I pray my children came to know
how very much…I loved them so.
And to my wife did I give praise,
when she felt low…her spirits raise?
Did I help folks along life’s way
find peace and truth…urge them to pray?
And after I have gone ahead,
God’s plan for me, what will be said?
but that I strove, the world to show,
that Jesus, all, should come to know.
Now near the end of earthly time,
and soon I’ll have to leave this space,
and place myself in God’s good grace.
Lord. Let them know, they’re on my mind.
-Then at my wake-
And now that I am good and gone,
will they remember me for long?
Will they lift a glass…sing a song,
and wish I still could join along?
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