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Poems that have been received up to & including June 23, 2007, will be posted on my website when time permits, but due to an overwhelming response I will no longer be accepting any new poems. THANK YOU all for your submissions.
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THE NEW YEAR CAN HAVE MORE
As the years keep rolling by we're glad to see them go.
That's because we all are made so curious to know
If the New Year can have more than in the one just past.
If it is you know darn well it will go mighty FAST!
So brace yourselves and grab your hat it may be quite a ride
I hope that it will thrill you all but let twelve months decide.
Take your time, enjoy each day and savor all you see
Making sure your senses work in total harmony.
Live as though each day may be your last chance to help out
All your friends and family and even those you doubt
Will make it to the heavenly realm beyond the great divide
'Cause you can never know you see they may be at God's side.
by Alan J. Blyth
(with permission 1/1/2007)
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HELLO
Hello is just a little word but when it's sent your way
It says so many friendly things that other words can't say
it says your being thought about it says your nice to know
Hope it adds a touch of joy this little word "Hello".
by Angel Bordelon,
Bristol, TN
(with permission 1/13/2007)
JUST BELIEVE
I was lost in a sea of darkness
All the while he was there whispering in my ear
'I am here child, just believe and reach
out your hand.'
I fought to swim in the storm of my life.
Again I heard
'I am here child, just believe and reach
out your hand.'
I couldn't see as my eyes were covered
in darkness, couldn't feel I was cold.
Again I heard
'I am here child, just believe and reach
out your hand.'
I listened to that voice, to believe, trust
and have faith.
I cried out to him 'Lord I believe in you
here is my hand, my life.'
I believe do YOU?
by Melisa Schepman, Canal Winchester, OH
(with permission 1/31/2007)
GHOSTS
There are shadows in my garden, that only I can see, dogs playing happily, they once belonged to me. They run round in the sunshine, then lay panting in the shade, chasing through the hedges, sniffing holes the rabbits made. They come to me at nightfall, they lay down by my chair - but to other people, there are no dogs there.
There are shadows in the paddock, that only I can see, horses grazing happily, they once belonged to me, they gallop round together, manes and tails flow free, then with a gleeful whinney, they gallop up to me.
They nuzzle in my shoulder, softly nicker in my ear - but to other people there are no horses here.
Dedicated to my Irish Wolfhounds, Saemus and Milo, and my beautiful horses Jo and Paddy, gone from my life but not from my heart.
by Lynn Leach, Gloucestershire, England
(with permission 2/4/2007)
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WORTH WHILE
It is easy enough to be pleasant, when life flows along like a song:But the man worth while is one who will smile, when everything goes dead wrong: For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with the years; and the smile that is worth the praises of earth, is the smile that shines through tears:
It is easy enough to be prudent when nothing tempts you to stray; when without or within no voice of sin is luring your soul away:
But it's only a negative virtue until it is tried by fire, and the life that is worth the honor on earth is the one that resists desire:
Now, by the cynic, the sad, the fallen; who had no strength for the strife, the world's highway is cumbered today; they make up the sum of life: But the virtue that conquers passion,
and the sorrow that hides in a smile; it is these that are worth the homage on earth, for we find them but once in a while:
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
(with permission 2/5/2007)
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IN REMEMBRANCE
oh my dear, you've been gone for a little while.
i know you're not very far away
with our Father in heaven, protected and loved.
your remembrance is in the spring of a new year,
and the new songs of the birds on wing
sing of you with love.
I see you in the morning glow.
you're ever by my side
as i walk deliberate and slow.
The measure of time
that took you on a path going another way,
fulfilling God's will, left my life at a standstill.
as new blossoms bud in the meadows,
we lift our hearts to the candlelight
shining in windows cherry bright.
They burn to the memory
for those going home into the light.
We hold a vigil for all buried or scattered upon the hills.
Standing here amidst the afterglow,
we wait for our union, dear heart, tomorrow.
amen
by Shirley Anne Lewis, 2003,
Miramar, FL
(with permission 2/10/2007)
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WE CALLED HIM RUSS
In the early 60's, one fine, summer day
At Garfield Park we heard our mom say,
"Here's a friend of mine," and she introduced us
To a tall, dark-haired man she simply called Russ.
He was a mountainous man with a tanned, rugged mein,
Not at all like our dad, that was plain ---
But, though wary at first, we soon were beguiled
By his laughing brown eyes and broad, dimpled smile.
And slowly but surely Mom led us to see
That he was her love, and always would be.
So we came to Evansville, Mom and us
To start life anew with this man we called Russ.
Life wasn't perfect -- that's too much to ask,
But those broad shoulders of his were up to the task
Of taking three teens -- Bob, Kathy, and me,
And guiding our lives to maturity.
And, though living in Danville but still close at heart,
Our sister, Mary, came often, remaining a part
Of the circle of laughter, sorrow, and such,
And the holidays Mom and Russ loved so much.
O'er the next twenty years we came to know well
This man with the jokes and stories to tell.
From carving the turkey to building a room,
There was naught he couldn't do (except push a broom!).
He gave joy to our mom and strength to us all,
Though we often stumbled, he ne'er let us fall.
And when God called him home, we grieved, all of us,
For the dad we loved so -- this man we called Russ.
by Susan Fish, Evansville, IN
September 1999
In loving memory of our step-father
(with permission 2/12/2007)
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FINDING PEACE
Within ourselves there exists a place,
Where neither fear nor strife can reign.
It blesses us all with a certain peace,
That takes away our pain.
It guides down the paths we choose,
And leads us not astray.
It teaches us to trust ourselves,
And shows us how to pray.
It gives us hope to carry on,
As we live out every day.
When troubles come that shake our world,
It gently lets us know
The only way to overcome,
Is to trust and let it go.
This place that exists within ourselves
To which we all should know,
Is the place where God resides
Deep within our souls.
by Russ Rutherford, Lakewood, Colorado
Copywrite 2000
(with permission 2/20/2007)
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A POEM FOR LINDSEY
A baby girl the doctor said, you must look here and see.
She is just so perfect and as special as can be.
I think we’ll call her Lindsey, that name sounds just great,
20 inches she was long, 6.15 ounces was her weight.
Her whole family was so proud and an angel she looked like.
Everyone so much adored her, especially her Uncle Mike.
It came the time to take her home, I was a little scared.
But she would know we loved her, and how very much we cared.
Wasn’t long until she was walking, talking and playing with her toys.
Oh how much her dad would dread the day she discovered boys.
Then one day she went to school, Clear Creek was the place.
She was such a trooper; being scared was not the case.
All the days filled full of playing - videos, puzzles, books & games.
Barbie’s were her favorite, and each one had a name.
Her dad’s eyes filled up with happiness the day he came to know.
His little girl wanted to be like him, SHE WANTS TO SHOOT A BOW!
Who would know she’d be so good, she had sponsors nation wide.
Winning lots of tournaments and our hearts are full of pride.
Then she went to Middle School, Batchelor was big time.
She is getting older now, where’s that baby girl of mine?
Bloomington South then came next with ballgames, boys & friends.
She is having so much fun, she hopes it never ends.
Oh how I dread the day that she goes off to college.
We will miss her terribly while she is gaining knowledge.
We couldn’t be more proud of her, we couldn’t be more blessed.
God has smiled upon us, and gave us his very best!
I love you so much – Your mom!
by Kim Robertson – Bloomington, IN
(with permission 2/22/07)
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