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Douglas Pederson Poem
Dimes drop, records begin to drop
Rhythm to stroll, jivin’ to hip hop
Slow to jitterbug, boogaloo to rock
Twistin’ Chubby and rock around the clock
The Platters sing, you hold her close
Eye to eye, love’s first dose
Beach Boys up next, time to surf
Steppin’ on toes, unmarked turf.
Malted shakes, pie a-la-mode
Checker board floors, tempo has slowed
Roadsters lined up, sweethearts in style
Stompin’ to the beat, no one’s idle
Jail house rock and shake rattle and roll
At the hop, then on to the stroll
Bo Diddley and Chuck Berry’s pickin’
Mack the knife rocks, Rock-in Robin kickin’
‘Ramblin Rose’, and ‘Good golly Miss Moly’
Dion’s ‘Run around Sue’, turn around now with Buddy Holly
Step in to ‘Shimmy shimmy Ko Ko Pop’
More dimes roll, keep rockin’ till you drop
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no shoes to wear in today’s race
nubby knees show I’m such a disgrace
but I’ll show them I‘ll keep the pace
its all about regaining if that’s the case
It’s not how I look or who I am
I am me and I’m not called a sham
I’m leading the race each and every mile.
may cross the finish line but not in style
I have no money for shoes to shod
but that’s ok it won’t make me plod
It’s how I get there that’s the key
to win or lose doesn’t matter to me
still some miles I have left to go
I made it this far can’t say whoa
almost there to cross that line
now it’s just a matter of time.
looking back I can see I am alone
only want to beat the clock on my own
over many hills with expanding breaths
others gasping for air, and few untimely deaths.
this race does not occur on the road
it’s against time which I believe I’m owed
I have much to gain, less of where I have been
if time passes by me they’ll be no end.
race against time has purpose but is not futile
It’s mountainous, its efforts are brutal
to get past the banner of feeling wholeness
must have support and a balance for this.
common saying, “a rolling stone gathers no moss”
without spiritual gravitation I would be at a loss
now that he is running beside me I can keep up the pace
bless you Lord , my faith and devotion will finish this race.
I had no shoes and complained until I met a man who had no feet (past phrase)
I had feet but no shoes if that man had feet he too would have been in the race
I am fortunate to have feet, having no shoes does not impede my endeavors.
Therefore I am opposing defeat and will strive to prevail over hurdles and adversities.
A marathon is a challenge alone, without shoes it’s almost impossible
for Jesus it was not so for he journeyed many more miles
this provided me the endurance to carry on without shoes to the finish line
which we both crossed together
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a song for the world
if you whisper you love me
let the world know tomorrow
today the world cannot hear
its been dealing with much sorrow.
lives have been destroyed and lost
evils of nature has no safety net
sins of mankind strike and kill the innocent
without remorse for human rights.
the world is stifled and chokes from the smoke
our children cry who bear no arms
and become demoralize about humanity
suffering, living within the hellfire.
they will not know what its like
to hear someone tell them they are loved
tomorrow would be good to tell them
and tell me too when you sing the song
‘what the world needs now”
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Where’s the tinsel that made the tree look cold
have not seen the popcorn that was hung so old
those huge colorful bulbs always got into a snag
I did the tree back then and I just had to brag.
It was an adventure to go find a evergreen in the forest
the fresh scent would fill the house and underneath would be Morris
he loved to bat the decorations and take some down
whenever I heard something break I knew he was around.
the red velvet apron dressed up the tree even more
Christmas morn there were presents galore
but who should appear amongst the branches to see
it was Morris who wanted to climb the tree.
Morris what you doing in there?
he replied “ a mouse goes up the clock somewhere”
“I felt he would also climb up this tree”
“when he gets to the top there’ll be me”.
No you can’t wait in the tree for a mouse
No creature will be stirring in this house
You need to get down before Santa comes around
he won’t leave you gifts only just a frown.
“But I will be napping and won’t make a peep”
how will you see a mouse in your sleep
“I’ll set a trap before my nap
“he’ll be caught up in the strap”
Morris.. I will not have you in my tree tonight
setting a trap is not very bright
this may disturb the decorations that I placed
all will fall from the mouse you had chased.
“what if I just sit by the fire with eyes shut ’?
“then I won’t rattle the chestnuts”
“when I see the mouse caught I will pull the strap”
then go back to my catnap”
okay that sounds fair enough and no harm done
just don’t be noisy when he’s on the run
“ I won’t disturb those sleeping in the house”
“don’t worry I’ll be quiet as a mouse”
The night was quiet all thru the house
Morris was waiting to catch that louse,
soot was falling down the chimney flue
what should appear was a big black shoe.
Ol’ Nick arrived just before one
that was the beginning of the Xmas eve fun
he unloaded his sack in front of the tree
didn’t noticed the trap for the mouse’s spree.
As he was turning to get back up the stack
all hell broke loose from the sound of a crack
the mouse got caught and shook to get loose
but the battle was over being caught in a noose.
it scared Ol’Nick who fell against the wall
hung on to the branches pulling tree and all
there rose such a clatter it woke up the house
Morris didn’t stir and not even the mouse.
You’ve been on a wild rampage; just look what you’ve done
the tree is demolished and Ol’ Nick is down on his bun
I expect an explanation if you please
Morris stared with ears perked up “ Hmmm. must of been the cheese”
,,,,,,, and to all a good night…Meow
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Dream book
my box has been empty for many years
today I filled it with paper of many reams,
perhaps I will draw or make a scrapbook
I really want to write and compile my dreams.
pens and ink bottles have been kept awhile
will need to dust and see what’s good
perhaps I will use lead which is fine and ready
comes with an eraser so maybe I should.
never stored my dreams always let them slip through
seems as though they sped off when after I woke
didn’t remember to put them in a jar to save
I recall faint echoes from when someone who spoke.
I could do a composite that would be a good start
maybe I’ll find just who was in my dream
one never knows the outcome if one should wake
the images go awry, so it may seem.
If I can put in my scenario and then close the book
I can go back later to edit and finish the page
must keep my eyes close and drift off in the dark
tune in and scramble back to the deeper sleep stage
will it become a nightmare if I get in to close
or take me to my playground to begin life again
a dream story book can take me back in time
visions of the past tell me where I had been.
getting on board the dream flight is an adventure
no ticket to buy and most comfortable seat to boot
come as you may, enjoy and stay for awhile
a nice getaway with just only a short commute.
gathered memories can be favored into your mind
and then spread out among the pages for reflection
sometimes dreams repeat themselves to divulge inner feelings
now once all have been bound there’ll be dreams in a collection.
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Gloom shrouded their homestead
no one knocked, just looked instead
Christmas stole their value of pride
curtains were closed, no presents to hide
provisions were spread across the table
most were cans without a label
they sat by the fire, stories were read
prayers of hope before going to bed
the smoke in the chimney seem a little rough
the firebox was low there was just not enough
a woodman saw and smelled the smoke
it was gray and needed a stoke
He filled the wood box with good maple wood
he offered to do whatever he could
he told the folks acts of kindness brings people together
and sharing is for those in need of whatever
the town folk heard the deed of the man
who decided to help the family by lending a hand
the family said “but we are poor on the other side of the tracks”
‘no one wants to face us, they only turn their backs’
the folks gathered and built a bridge over the tracks
paving the way for generosity and whatever it lacks
being kind said the woodsman is from being wise
t’was when the smoke got into my eyes
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Believe
In yourself
Enlightenment will follow
Harmony promotes tranquil thoughts
Hope can impact, motivate and accelerate the mind
Faith can establish, nurture, and enhance determination
Commitment reinforces one to strive for refinement and morale
Achievement can be attained by taking one step at a time
Each tread advances towards courage and will power
Enabling one to reasonably defeat difficult obstacles
To overcome futile efforts made in an earnest way
All possible when you start with yourself
Construct a foundation of inner qualities
Build upon those taking the next step
Pursue the stairway to confidence
Acquire a level self esteem
Touch a star above you
You can do this
If you will
Believe
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my keyboard sometimes sticks and snarls up my story
went to the store and got jiffy lube and what a glory
my fingers slide across the letters typing faster
did a quick hit of the duster called air blaster.
the light on the screen will often blink
I plugged in my generator into the back link
now the screen has 300 watt illumination
and the audio sound has quality combination.
feels like I am sitting in the theater now
there is a lot of keys I haven’t learn what or how
there is a tool box but not like mine in the garage
a menu that has no food listed is a sabotage.
Excel is just another brick in the wall
which has nothing to help me at all
the command prompt has deaf ears
doesn’t follow thru and no changing gears.
Monopoly is easier to learn than a computer
I started too late, I must have a tutor
I’m still trying to figure out about windows
often my sites disappear and fall like dominoes.
I got a security package to protect my skill
but viruses still enter and that’s no thrill
they try to scam me and pretend they’re real
offering me a vacation that is a bogus deal.
they want my personal information to cheat on me
enabling them to use my credit account with forgery
one nice feature about my computer is I can delete
either a message I don’t want or the whole fleet.
So please bear in mind that if you write
I may answer if I can get things just right
this is a keyboard and screen that sits on my lap
but my cat loves to come up and nap.
Often the words have too much space in between
she smacks her tail all over the screen,
I sent the computer back with a note in tack
this is useless with a lap cat
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wrap up some pairs to share with whom you care
apples would be fine, tucked in corners of the basket
fill in some truffles and ruffles of ribbon to adorn
giving and caring is a gift that one does not see.
those who receive can partake of the fruit and give thanks
treasure the generosity and value of the giver
the one that gives from the heart and not the mind
and retains the value of caring which nurtures both
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A shadow’s bean juts out over the shore
One that I have not seen before
Enlarged beyond my own
No color, no tone.
I’ve been this way for many a time
Was young then and in my prime,
I have not seen it until now
Missed it, but how?
No streaks from the sky could be this
It troubles me but how could I miss,
It was not from a dream
My reality seems so extreme
Tried to imagine intergalactic arrival
Would life here end without survival?
What if there becomes annihilation
This would stamp out all such creation.
If I am this shadow I would be the same
Only thing is, whence did it came
Comparing my motions as I walk
It straddles me and doesn’t talk.
I know shadows occur but not like that
I had ones that were smaller and younger in fact,
It didn’t shimmy to or from
Gives me the chills, just can’t get warm.
I noted some changes in shape and trim
It looked at me in sort of a grin,
Tapped me on my left shoulder
“I am you, we are now much older”.
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