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With the passing of time
I have come to realize that there are truly
spaces that are never filled
by the loss of friends who were very personal
to my mind and heart.
 
Through the years
do the memories of Cliff and Tom
constantly come to my mind.
Never are they dead in my heart.
 
I see each of them
special in their concern for me
as the friends they were to me
and yes the love they rendered to me.
 
Have they been replaced in the void left by their absence?
No one has accomplished that.
Cliff was the short, large man from the deep South
always with a tale of lesson and advice not wanted
but when given
seemed well placed.
 
He spoke of home and craw-fish
his Mother and his victories in life
never of his losses.
 
You knew he was special
a special person to know.
The same stories he related never got old
just deeper in meaning.
 
The straight-laced
IBM type of guy was Tom.
He seemed to have found victories too early in his life
burning, dying as a shooting star.
 
An anger was present about him that could never be explained.
Tom loved a good meal and good drinks.
Save the waiter or waitress who spoke too much while serving!
He was there to savor the moment
should it be his last.
 
As Tom’s life was coming to an end
he maintained his pride to the last minute in a VA hospital
wearing a blue blazer that no longer fit;
no one cared about his past.
 
I miss Tom’s advice to me,
his laughter at my watch
that he thought was such a great sales job
because I had to push a button
to tell time.
 
His loud laughter rang in the night
raising high his special drink
to wish me and all
the best of life.
 
I miss both of these men.
They were the special friends of a lifetime
never to be replaced.
 
They are in my heart each day
with the warmest of love to my dearest friends
Cliff and Tom.
 
Whenever you both may be
in the great wonder of it all
I am one person
who misses you both
oh……….. ever so much.
 
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“The Lord Defeats my Enemies Thru Michael who brings Death and Destruction to their doors…..Bless the Lord’s name, be in awe in the power of his angel.”

There was a certain grace to the look of him facing death.
He did not seem to have succumbed to the idea of dying.
He stood tall and proud with a direct look into your eyes.
His bearing, his eyes, said many things.
 
His eyes said he had lived a life of honor
and without shame
as to who
and what he was
as a person.
 
If he was guilty of any deep emotion
it was to have loved too much.
He had loved many in his life
giving all he had to give
to each relationship
without a reserve held.
He was always the one hurt
the deepest in the leaving.
 
If you ever knew him
you would never forget him
whether for a few minutes or several years
in the sharing part of a day with him.
 
He lived as a man
protecting the ones he loved.
He loved in the best of circumstances.
He loved in the worst of circumstances.
 
I am glad I got to know him on a personal level.
There were days of doubt in knowing this person.
“Yes” as one said about him in a dissenting way
“He always came out smelling like a rose.”
 You ask, “How did I know this man so well?”
It was easy knowing him
for you see
he was me. 
 

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This afternoon on September 26th, 2012 I found myself in one of the local WalMarts in McKinney, Texas. As I was walking the rows I came across a full length mirror. At first I was shocked in realizing that the individual in the full length mirror was me. I was immediately reminded I now was an elderly man. I then remembered reading many years ago that a man’s self-image locks-in when he reaches 45 and from that point forward that self-image remains with him. I was reminded of this poem, which is one of my major first written poems, where the individual in the disco club (me) came to the same reality. The mirror reminded me that changes thru our lifes is always on-going and sadly without mercy toward us.

Texas Poetry

 

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Multicolored lighting amidst the sound
of rhythmic thunder pounded the huge hall.
The laughter and droning noises had a hollow metallic sound.
 
The human Ferris wheel was in motion around the center spoke.
Quick glaces, smiles…some real
other’s set in concrete faces.
There was quiet desperation set in the eyes of many.
 
Touching in passing moments of movement
were soft warm bodies
pressed against arms
hips brushing fingertips.
 
Out of loneliness did I seek this place
a passenger on a self-made time machine.
I am tired of too many futures coming to this moment.
 
I want the warmth of my youth.
Child-book romance where just the touch of a hand
freezes time in its beauty.
 
Primitive drums change tempo
the words are lost to the sensation of physical self.
Reality is moved to the edge of pulsating light beneath
the feet of bodies…

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Picture taken this a.m. on September 26th 2012 in QT station on McDonald Street in McKinney, Texas. Young black man seeking employment. One Kindness Deserves Another.

Early this morning I noticed a tire that looked like it was running flat on my old model Lexus.  I pulled into a QT gas station on McDonald Street in McKinney, where I noticed they had free air.  After pulling into the slot and getting the hose, a good looking black man approached me, who was also waiting to put air into the tires of his car, and asked if he could help me fill the tire.  He actually got down on one knee and made sure tire had enough air.

When finished I was blown away for his kindness, I said, “One kindness deserves another. What can I do to repay your kindness.”  His remark, “I need a job.”  I then told him about my blog site and if he did not mind that I took his picture with my smart phone, I would post it on my blog site with his work background and contract info.

His name Cloudis Winbush.  His contact phone number is 972-863-9492. He is 45, a High School graduate with some college. He is seeking general labor work.  He can work heavy equipment, for example a fork lift.  Also his sister, who he lives with is also seeking employment.  She can do day care and cashier work.  Her unemployment is running out and is deeply concerned about paying the rent for both of them.  

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We need to throw thieving stockbrokers in prison and throw away the key for all the damage they do and are doing to their clients.  (photo not copyrighted by poster. orgin unknown)

We are in a day and age where many have lost their life savings due to unethical stockbrokers in our cities, our communities, and our nation. Recently, a close political activist in our community passed on to me a link that assists in checking out local stockbrokers, not only in McKinney,  Texas, but also in Collin County, Texas, as well as our state.  All one has to do is to type in the name of your broker, and check off the box for agree to terms (a lack of responsibility of website with what is done in the public domain in revealing the information). Click on the link below:  

http://brokercheck.finra.org

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Romance, in its many forms, is truly a beautiful human thing. I always find myself going back to my old poetry postings on the subject and simply “Recalling” such times from my own life. Best to have Lived, then not Lived at All!

Texas Poetry

 
 
If you and I met at a different time in space and place
would we be more than people who passed formal greetings?
 
Would our eyes pierce the beauty of our souls
beyond the imperfections of flesh
to the heart of us?
 
In your eyes would I see more than me?
Would we know at that moment that something
wonderful was happening for you and me
at a time in starless memory?
 
Could we have been lovers
entwined in the depth of each other
warm and soft against the cold days of black nights
to rise together with joy and ecstasy?
 
Could we always have had a love
that had been one in unity for us?
 
The moment passes quickly.
My being reaches for that moment
it is already gone.

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Many write poems to sell. Others to gather a form of following of one’s ego. My only reason in writing my poetry is to share my own personal journey with others. The works are written to hope in writing my journey, others will be able to relate and connect and say in finishing a work, “That is exactly how I feel but could never put to words. I do not feel so alone now.”

Texas Poetry

 
 
There are times lately
that loneliness fills a gaping hole in my being.
I cannot explain it
it is like a rolling wave of tears
attempting to crush me.
 
I find myself fighting the darkness
that seems to fill the moment.
I am an empty cup seeking
the sweet wine of Love.
 
Even though I am around those
who speak the words of Love
I do not feel the warmth and joy
of Love as I remember it.
 
It is at those times
that my mind recalls in vivid detail
joyful times of love in my life.
 
I am blessed in being able
to recall those memories.
Without them perhaps
I would stop existing.
 
Last night a dream
entered my sleep.
I do not know who she was.
I was walking alone and she came up
beside me and grabbed my hand.
 
Her words were…

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