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J. Summers Poem
Baxter was born in a meadow
under a rotting plank
with hundreds of brothers and sisters
in a home both darkly and dank.
His momma was a June Bug
and he was a June Bug too,
schooled in all the sorts of things
that June Bugs love to do.
He grew up fast, it was time to fly
and leave his happy home,
his momma went to the book case
and pulled out a well worn tome.
She read from a chapter called "Hazards"
to each of her children dear,
“Stay clear of birds when you’re flying
or you won't last out the year."
"And one more thing that you should know,
and this you must absorb,
beware of the light in the evening sky
that's called the purple orb."
So he left his home behind him,
went flying all around,
he saw some birds in the tree tops
and headed right for the ground.
After landing in the tall grass
he met a stink bug named Dwight
who told him wonderful stories
of an light so purple and bright.
"Forget now what your mother said,
I'm here to set you straight,
the orb is just a doorway,
you know, it's like a gate."
"When you enter into its brightness
you're magically swept away
to a lovely world of happiness
where forever you can stay."
So Baxter started searching,
he looked both high and low
and if he found the purple orb
straight to it he would go.
But the light was very clever,
it kept its secret well,
but Baxter kept on looking
as if he was under a spell.
Finally on an August eve
just as darkness was appearing
he spotted a distant purple glow
across a meadow's clearing.
"It must be the orb,” he said to himself,
so he flew with all his might
across the meadow with all due speed
toward that beautiful purple light.
Soon he hovered before it
and bathed in its eerie glow,
what wonders lay in store for him
his mind could scarcely know.
Gathering up his courage
into the purple light he sped,
crackle and zap was all he heard
as he fell to the ground near dead.
He lay in a growing pile
of other bugs who'd seen
a purple orb up in the sky,
but it wasn't what it seemed.
So if you meet a stink bug
who goes by the name is Dwight
don't believe the tales he tells
of a beautiful purple light.
Remember what Baxter's momma said,
"and this you must absorb,
beware of the light in the evening sky
that's called the purple orb."
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J. Summers Poem
THE DEVIL DANCED AT MIDNIGHT
The devil danced at midnight
beneath a waning moon
with his minions before him,
twas a sight to make one swoon.
He pranced in jubilation,
then capered with a shout,
his arms flailed like a windmill
as his legions danced about.
He cursed the God of heaven,
the demon horde gave tongue.
He vowed to steal each mortal soul,
every single one.
But first a plan was needed
to carry out the deed,
some way to blind humanity
so no danger was perceived.
"Our appearance must be winsome,
our ways seem as a lark,
we mustn't ever let them know
our agenda is so dark."
"Let's make for them a holiday,
the best they've ever seen,
we'll give it to their children
and we'll call it Halloween."
"They'll dress as little goblins,
as pirates and as ghouls,
they'll have parties in their churches
and one at every school."
"They'll beg adults for candy
while they roam from street to street,
dressed as little monsters
as they shout out trick or treat."
"How can there be real devils
if it's just a game they play,
no one will believe in us,
that's how we'll win the day."
"We'll confuse these hapless mortals,
in God they'll have their doubts,
they'll all be dead and buried
ere they know what we're about."
"And if they die in mortal sin
well then my friends we've won,
they'll spend eternity with us,
every single one."
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There are times
when conversation ceases
and words become
unnecessary,
giving way to
sparkling eyes,
gentle hands,
knowing smiles.
These speak volumes
regarding love,
affection,
friendship.
The roots of which
are firmly set
in bygone years,
growing ever stronger
with each tomorrow.
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In southern Colorado,
that old Rocky Mountain state,
beneath God's azure heavens
is a place called Turquoise Lake.
I'd been driving all around,
it was time to take some lunch.
The lake looked right for fishing,
at least that was my hunch.
After chow I got my gear
and headed for the shore.
I tied on a jitterbug,
who could ask for anything more.
Weedy cover on the left
set off a loud alarm,
but I was casting to the right
just to limber up my arm.
From behind an old man came,
he'd been watching for a while,
"Surface lures won't work out here,"
he mumbled with a smile.
"You know this is a trout lake,
they won't hit on surface lures,
so get yourself a fly rod
and you'll catch some fish for sure."
Now just as luck would have it
you know where the next cast goes,
it's just off of the weed bed,
how that water did explode.
A Rainbow Trout grabbed my lure
and started on a run.
I was fishing ultra-light,
it was really lots of fun.
The oldster stood in wonder,
said he never would have thought
that on a rig like I had
a Rainbow could be caught.
Reluctantly the trout gave up,
he came in without delay.
I gave him slack and he was gone
to fight another day.
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1 Kings 19:11-13
11 The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave. (New International Version)
Think not that God must raise His voice
in order to be heard,
within the blast of sudden storms
He softly speaks His word.
In earthquake great, or mighty wind,
or through a roaring flame,
He lays His thoughts upon our hearts
that His mercies we may claim.
If that is so, then this is true,
He hears our every plea
and calms the waves of our despair
upon life's stormy sea.
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The waning days of summer
Are the saddest of the year,
Nature wears a somber face
As dying time draws near.
One by one the flowers fade
As life slows to a crawl,
Nature seems to sense its fate
When summer turns to fall.
How I wish it wasn’t so
For summer cannot last,
Fall is racing close behind
In front of winters blast.
Our lives are like the seasons,
Death comes to one and all.
What will then become of me
When summer turns to fall.
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Out there on the edge of town
Lies a crumbling railroad track.
I set my feet to running,
Too late for turning back.
I left my love behind me
in an irrigation ditch,
I caught her with another man
So I up and shot the witch.
Now the hounds are chasing me,
My race is nearly run,
With nowhere left for me to go
I slowly pull my gun.
The barrel is cold against my head,
Eternity is near.
There’s just the sound of thunder
Exploding in my ear.
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I
have
climbed
the highest
mountains and
seen the world spread
out before me as a prize to be
won. Not with deeds of strength and
valor, but with words of charity and love. I am
not interested in conquering en masse, just one by one.
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Fifty years, has it been so long?
It seems only yesterday
My blushing bride walked down the aisle
To give her heart away.
Freely did she give it
And gladly I received,
Then hand in hand down life's path
To walk it as we pleased.
Life has been good to you and me,
Though sometimes touched with sorrow,
But hand in hand we always knew
We could always face tomorrow.
I am content to walk with you
Until the very end,
My darling wife, my lover dear,
But most of all my friend.
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Mother called her children 'round
and said I really hate to bother
but I have some rather sorry news,
I think I've lost your father.
He was in the garage a month ago
and the attic sometime before.
He could be in the basement now
but I really can't be sure.
It seems I've lost all track of him
and I haven't got a clue,
I need you kids to search him out,
won't you help me see this through.
Now I'm the eldest of her brood
and I felt some obligation,
so it seemed only right of me
to head up the investigation.
We were somewhat mystified
because dear old dad was dead,
so I had to ask the question
that was on everybody’s head.
Now dad had been cremated
after we held the wake,
some of him was buried
and the rest went to the lake.
So I looked at mom and softly said,
Are you sure you're not mistaken?
Because to the lake and to the grave
is where his remains were taken.
She said that wasn't completely true
and it turned quiet as a mouse.
She'd kept back an extra bit
so he could be around the house.
She never really liked the lake
and graveyards were unappealing
so she could visit him at home
if she ever got the feeling.
With all that said we got to work,
we searched both high and low.
The urn we sought was never found
but that's just the way it goes.
Day by day the years went by
and it was mother's time for dying.
She asked us to keep looking
and to never give up trying.
It wasn't too long after that
as I was clearing out some books
that I found the ashes she had sought
in a place where no one looked.
We took them both to their garden,
mixed with roses, most appealing.
Now she gets to visit him
whenever she gets the feeling.
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