Category Archives: Poetry

I Remember The Day


I remember the day When my wife would say How do you hear from God? That seems so odd. I said prayer is talking. Meditation is to listen Conversation starts forming It’s a two way street. Talk, then listen. He … Continue reading

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Peace


After the storm I sit With great peace and calm, Knowing all is well. In my heart there is a song One of thanksgiving In what I’ve known, all along. God’s hand is still there My heart is at peace … Continue reading

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The Mind and Its Dreams


Yesterday a simple thought came to mind.  I have dreams sometimes that leave me wondering in thought.  I had another one last night of a driver of a car in front of me totally losing control running across the road, … Continue reading

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My Freedom


Watching the leaves in the trees As they come falling down Turning from green to brown Every moment now I must seize. Life holds so much more today Than any point in life Lot’s to do past midlife Allow me … Continue reading

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Thirty Steps


Thirty steps Out the back door Down the path That little building Wasn’t called a bath We had a one holer You can count Grandma had a two holer You do the math Grandma’s path Lined with pecan trees Was … Continue reading

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New Love, True Love

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Love lost Love gained Now nothing is the same. Never planned Wasn’t looking My head was in the sand. Dying slowly An old man Was my life’s plan. Head turned She appeared Now she’s my dear. Now wondering Love before Never … Continue reading

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Misspent Youth


Time tells all On young or old, Short or tall Of what we bought or sold Thoughts are fraught With things we buy into. And what we bought Are the things we do. Sometimes those things We will have to sell … Continue reading

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