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Horse Named Pride

I rode high up in the saddle,
on a prancing horse known as Pride.
Outside beaming with confidence,
but empty and shaken inside.

An old wise man once told me,
it was a long time ago.
You have to walk a dusty trail,
before you're white as snow.

Waded out in the muddy waters,
I got down deep to save my soul.
Left my high horse in the pasture,
leaving Pride has made me whole.




12/30/21

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Silence

I sit in silence in a dim lit mood,
while into the darkness I cast my stare.
The rain tapping on my window intrudes,
upon such a night too lonely to share.

My thoughts then turn to the passing of time,
memories hidden in forgotten tears.
Catching small glimpses of moments sublime,
as faces and places bookmark the years.

Pondering the past becomes an escape,
from the prison of the day to day grind.
Pleasant old memories will soon reshape,
when altered by a half-truth telling mind.

As I sit in quiet darkness alone,
I wonder who else the silence has drawn.





2/19/19

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Lighthouse On the Shore

There is a lady all dressed in light,
who stands above the jagged shore at night.
To guide the sailing ships to safer seas
and beg the wicked storms for calmer breeze.

She ever shines her light across the bay,
in hopeful search for love that sailed away.
He left the land with plans to bring back gold,
to ask her hand to wed, the story's told.

When his ship met with tempest gales,
the waves ripped the hull, wind stripped the sails.
The lady waits at night for him on shore,
as he still lays with gold on ocean floor.

Sometimes you see her lonely light afar,
it shines in the sky like a distant star.






12/16/18

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Leaf Covered Lanes

Walking alone down the leaf covered lanes,
the ground is still damp from Yesterday's rain. 
A cathedral of trees tower overhead, 
with colors of Fall that haven't yet shed.

Now in this moment when Winter arrives, 
the cold wind blows and the chill is alive.
The very first snowflake floats from the sky, 
falls on my face like a tear from my eye.

Winter's lace begins to blanket green pines,
every neighbors' yard and rooftop it finds.
The smoke starts to drift from the chimney stacks,
while snow covers any trace of my tracks.

Resting near a warm fire I'll remain,
dreaming of my day on leaf covered lanes.






12/2/18

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Together Again

There was an old couple whose love was strong,
their life together was happy and long.
But one day the wife sadly passed away
and the old man was left alone to stay.

One life carrying a torch for the two,
until a lifetime on this earth was through. 
Joined once again in a heaven to share,
he longed for the day to see her there.

A single flame burning deep in the night,
held in a little room hidden from sight. 
Nearly touching and yet so far apart, 
kept barely alive in one lonely heart.

One faithful morning the old man was gone,
now reunited and never alone. 




11/23/18

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I Send You My Love

Losing my son was so hard to endure,
a fine young man with a heart that was pure.
Our family and friends came to our side,
they held us close and together we cried.

After the funeral the very next day,
I came to his grave to kneel and to pray.
I asked the Lord to help me to see,
the purpose of death and why it must be.

The smell of flowers from a day old grave,
sadly this memory I have chosen to save.
My dear sweet son I will hold in my heart,
for a small plot of earth will keep us apart.

As the years pass, visits become few,
for what is a stone to me and to you.
I know I will see you in Heaven above,
so I pray to the Lord and send you my love.




12/20/18

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A Cup Full of Joy

What a great day for golf in the middle of Fall,
feeling quite chipper I drew a smile on my ball.
My confidence rose as I stepped to the tee,
while I stared down the flag on this gorgeous par three.

I swung back the club that I held in my hands
and prayed that my ball on the green softly lands.
As the white orb pierced the blue Autumn sky,
I soon lost my sight with the sun in my eyes.

I strolled to the green with trusty putter in tow,
but no ball in sight. Where did it go?
I searched in the rough and the bunker of sand,
with extreme disappointment and useless putter in hand.

As my search would yield nothing, I was about to give up.
When a small voice whispered, "Just look in the cup."
Could it be that my little friend found his way in the hole?
Who would believe it? Not one living soul.

So I walked to the flag on this dreadful par three
and I smiled at a ball that was smiling at me.



To whom it may concern this poem is pure fiction.



11/23/20

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An Old Ashtray

There's an old ashtray in the middle of the room,
half filled with ashes and half filled with gloom.
A reminder of things burning away,
like a mind filled with memories, too many to stay.

It's sitting next to an old photo book,
frozen inside are the smiles that were took.
Pictures of Summer's youth and naive trust,
now sitting still and covered in dust.

There's a chair left empty, the other one used,
by an old man with a heart, lonely and bruised.
There's a church down the street, with a graveyard out back.
A stone with two names, together forever, Rita and Jack.

Now Rita lies waiting for her life's mate,
while Jack sits alone til they carve in his date.



Written: 3/20/20
Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 2
Sponsor: Mark Toney

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The Lady

She rides the air on moonlit beams
 and softly whispers in my dreams.
An angel born of righteous light,
 who traded heaven for the dark of night.

She weaves a web of delicate lies
 and cast her spell with deep dark eyes.
Her lips are full and ripe to kiss,
 but filled with more venom than a serpent's hiss.

She will draw you in with an hypnotic dance
 and drain your mind into an evil trance.
She will lay you down on a bed of clouds
 and wrap your soul with a black- laced shroud.

At last she owns you, you've become her slave,
 you've slipped too far, no one can save.
You will float forever in her loving arms,
 another fool has fell for her wicked charms.



10/3/18

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I Dreamed a Dream

One sleep filled night I dreamed a peaceful dream,
of emerald forests and tranquil streams.
I sat beneath a bending willow tree,
with leaf filled limbs it lent its shade to me.

I heard the sweet song of a robin near,
the sound of a memory held so dear.
It reminded me of my youthful days,
it's funny how the mind in times past strays.

The wind softly blew the sweet smell of spring,
fields full of flowers, a glorious thing.
The sky blue as far as the eye could see,
I found Heaven under a willow tree.

When the morning found me beside the stream,
she woke me from my dream inside a dream.




2/17/19