The tilt of a head
The pass of a ball
Things that make me believe
I’m wanted after all
Categories:
tc, 11th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Rhyme
I like the sound these funny shoes
make slapping on the wood,
I’m no league-bowler, that’s for sure,
but most folks say I’m good.
My buds and I meet here sometimes
to bowl a couple frames,
which mostly means beer and nachos,
a break to keep us sane.
The kids are off at the arcade,
and yes, they still have one,
playing games that I have to say
were old when I was young.
Bob is probably the best of us,
rolled a 280 once,
while Edgar truly stinks at it,
but plays just for the fun.
The balls always give me trouble,
holes too big or too small,
some seem like they’re drilled for children,
fingers don’t fit at all!
When we star we’re still competent,
bring in the strikes and spaces,
but the beer brings some gutter-balls,
at least they’re done with flair.
Thank God our wives can drive us home,
they’re up in the case,
gossiping about this and that
in their usual way.
May not be the crazy night life
they promote on TC,
but there’s good reason we have so
many bowling alleys.
Categories:
tc, appreciation, friend, fun, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
mc (q) =TC
9H)-TC(q)
The derivative
Or
mc=e2
Mass/speed of light
Categories:
tc, america, business,
Form: Acrostic
The house is quiet,
as Knothead’s asleep
Hershey Kisses in place
on the staircase to reap
There’s snow on the roof,
with the chimney unblocked
For Santa to enter,
new soot on his frock
The cookies and milk
on the hearth reappear
With Rudolph’s one favorite,
chocolate chip to endear
The sound of his footsteps
arrive on the roof
As Knothead awakens
to Santa’s reproof
“Get into the sleigh
as I’ve told you before
“TC and Melissa
deserve so much more
“Your mischievous wandering
has caused quite the stir
“Mrs. Claus is upset,
the good Elves much deterred
“And clean up your mess
before we move on
“Those wrappers a danger
to those woe begone”
But as they departed,
the naughty Elf smiled
Two silver reminders
ensconced to beguile
Both hidden in cupboards
for children to find
Christmas 2021
—to forever remind
(Christmas Poem: 12/24/2021)
Backstory: Knothead is the naughty Elf who has plagued the Behm household for over 40 years at Christmas time. To catch him, you need to put out Hershey Kisses, so that Santa can follow the trail of wrappers, capture him, and take him back to the North Pole.
Categories:
tc, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
Blood rushes
heart beats
awake
Heat rising
a thirst,
only quenched
by her.
Not you
Not soul
Not human or spirit
but her.
She rises as she sleeps
in a half awake dream
Creating beauty by her feet;
Trailing behind like light
A staff follows ,
Notes
H o l d i n g onto waves
As an orchestrated past stays alive
The future so dark
yet she leads the way
Step. by Step.
She leads the way.
She doesn't know where shes going
But she is always here
She doesn't know what shes showing
But to me, its so clear
Its more than just light
She lives in the dark
Yet only reveals
When you offer
Your heart.
TC
Categories:
tc, angel, appreciation, art, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Two souls slumber together
Dancing in weather
Enhanced by their treasure
Two souls light as a feather;
Together they fly
Their eyes create highs
Shimmering shimmering shimmering
light
Shimmering Shimmering
In the minds eye
A beauty so clear
A beauty so deep
The Grim Reaper can not conceive;
So they escape death
Share the same breath
And enter a plane,
With no start or no end.
Its love Its love
There's no-thing above
what they have become
forever this young;
Their eyes lock
Their lips meet
Heavens open to their heart beat
then
GOD
smiles
whole and complete
as they sit together
In
one
love
seat.
TC to CS
Categories:
tc, appreciation, art, love, magic,
Form: Rhyme
Do your ears hear-
tiny movements very near?
Do your eyes see-
every millisecond, a different me?
Do your senses acknowledge-
the spasmodic shifts of energy?
Wavelengths and balance-
universal constant change,
can it be?
Illusions engulfing empty space,
as if everything has only one designated place.
~~
Allusions alluding a mass confusion,
as if insanity has no restitution.
No substitution for the damage these waves cause;
just for a second-
i wish i could pause.
instead i applaud the controller of waves,
controlling this place-
an endless madness beyond time and space.
- CS | -TC
Categories:
tc, allusion, growing up, journey,
Form: Rhyme
bird flew
no bird dying
bird flu
…
turkey’s dying
farmers in distress
bird flu
…
sun shining
its been such a long time
blinded
…
last summer
wildflower meadow skylarks
one day
—
TC meowing
let yourself in
me how
…
January sun
pre-empting spring again
hazel blooming
…
two-winged flies
diptera... winter gnats
hovering in the sun
…
photographic day
snapping nature at its best
winter relenting
…
NHS is sick
under dangerous pressure
release the clamp nurse
…
happy day
vicar telling jokes
Sunday fun
…
i’m feeling great
doctor... doctor i’m feeling
scalpel nurse
…
natures lens
water drops transformed
focused
Categories:
tc, fun, nature,
Form: Haiku
We had a few puffs
and had a few scuffs
drank wine and some beer
listened to the old songs
sittin' in the new Fongs
on across the road from the TC Square
I had an old truck all patched up with luck
destination Bay de Verde
logged off for the night
breakfast at first light
listening to songs of birds
Before hittin' the road I checked the load
the shrimp are like cold hard cash
when we left the old town
I had to gear her down
because the Jake brake was taped to the dash
into the morning sun we had become
Snow Crab headed for stores
you know who we are
me and my Western Star
gearing up for our long journey home
Sea food!
food from the sea
truckin' along !
you won't catch me
I'm haulin' shrimp
we are carrying ice
watch out for the water
cause it don't smell nice!
Categories:
tc, fish, food, travel, work,
Form: Rhyme
"The Prayer" by T.C. Fulton
Dear Lord,
Let our hearts be pure..so that we may see you..
Let our eyes..search for the lost and lonely..
Let our hands..heal the sick and guide the blind..
Let our feet..walk in the path of righteousness..
Let our thoughts rest in your will..
Let our fears be only of failing you..
Let our hopes be only of pleasing you..
Let the American dream be not about us..
Let the American dream be about you...
Categories:
tc, america, appreciation, beauty, blessing,
Form: I do not know?
"I Promise" by T.C. Fulton
The light in your eyes..I will never forget..
I promise..
The tears that you've shed..when your heart was broken...
The darkest nights..when your dreams.. were shattered..
The weakness..that you felt..when all your hope..dissolved like smoke..
The moment you looked around and so no one..
The coldness of being alone..
The storm..thundering on..
When you grasped for something real..and fell
When the world you knew..disappeared
When time stood still..
The day when your innocence was stolen..
You ...lost ..alone..broken..faced a world..where no one noticed.
This is why you climb..higher..
This is how you run..faster..
This is when you dance..slower...
This is where you fly..with nothing holding you down..
The time when the world..becomes easy to see..
Understanding..the chaos..as you look around..
I will never forget..the light in your eyes..I promise.
Categories:
tc, innocence, inspirational, philosophy, social,
Form: I do not know?
"Heart Of Truth"
by T.C. Fulton
When all my fears..are closing in..
There is a place of hope..I find..
When I can barely stand..alone..
There is a great..redeemer
At my side..
When I feel hopeless..
When I'm ashamed..
When everything I see..looks broken..
There is a great Creator...deep inside..
This timeless God..
This fearless Lord..This master of the universe..
He sees my trembling..soul...
When I can barely breathe..
From all of the darkness and despair..
I look up to my Savior..and he's always there..
I try so hard..to stand alone..
But my weakness..makes me fall..
I take my broken heart..and lay it there..
At the foot of his waiting cross..
I'm tired of falling..at the hands of an enemy..
I know my king..deserves a warrior strong and true..
I take my sword..and bow before my God..
This time..I'll fight..and die for you!
Categories:
tc, appreciation, beauty, universe,
Form: Light Verse
My Auntie Mary Rose
Years ago in my youthful years; my mother told me she named me after
My Auntie Mary-Rose. Oh how I loved her so dearly.
But throughout my young life I was consistently teased from kids my own age.
And even from some of my own close kin. After I turned twenty-one I soon
legally changed my name to Theresa Marie Christine. At the time I thought that no
one would ever make fun of me again. But alas, all of some many uneducated cruel
people never learn. While I was bartending, they’d call “hey TC bring me some of your
empty tea so we can see the inside of your shirt. Guess I should not have let anyone get
the better of me. I never knew that I was feeling so insecure. If it were not for one very
close sister of mine: don’t think I would have even made it to the age of 35. Now I’m
longing for my old name back.
For I really did love my Auntie Mary-Rose. My beloved Auntie Mary-Rose I apologize
for changing my name to Theresa Marie Christine.
Written: 6/20/15
Theresa Marie
Categories:
tc, dedication, tribute,
Form: Narrative
or many years my life has been sad,
The woman meant for me I did not have .
Patiently I've been waiting for that wonderful day,
When the woman of my dreams finally comes my way.
The blue that I have felt will now be in the sky,
The light in my life I've missed now shines in my eyes.
How my days will be filled with happiness and joy,
Like the excitement of a candy shop to a small boy.
All my dreams and hopes will become a reality ,
When the love of my life finally comes to me.
The future we will share will shine so bright ,
Because the bond we have between us will always feel right .
TC
Categories:
tc, faith, hope, imagination, lonely,
Form: Free verse
As the time passes by season to season. I wait and wonder if this flower will ever grow. Planted so
many times what seemed to be the right place , but once again it was not right at all. Struggling to
blossom so it can show its color and beauty to the one that matters most of all. Thirsting for the warmth
of the sun , starving for the attention , not really asking for much at all. So many times it felt so right ,
but things would change so quickly in the middle of the night and all would be lost. Slowly it would wither
till there was no hope of blossoming one day. As the time passes by tears fill my eyes and there is nothing
left to say. I only know that this flower will grow , but not this way. It must be cared for and understood ,
loved and nourished so it will blossom and grow stronger , more beautiful then any flower you've ever known.
Will this flower ever grow? This is something I do not know. Sad as it may seem, it's even sadder to me , That I
am that flower that will never grow , didn't you know ?
TC
Categories:
tc, dedication, faith, life, metaphor,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
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