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Jane Parrish, The Venus Apartments, Oak Cliff, 1965 Courtesy of blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com

It was about two years after we broke up that I learned Jane Parrish had died in an auto accident.  This poem is dedicated to her memory.
 
 
I awoke this morning with a start.
I had no thought of her
or dream of her for that matter
in over forty-five years.
 
We were to met again
in the dream.
I was nervous and fearful in seeing her again.
 
Within the dream I realized she truly was my first love
in discovering passion in my being with a woman.
I guess I had blocked her from my mind
all these years.
 
As I waited to see her again
I recalled all those nights of long ago
that sweating love making with her.
 
It was Summer when we met.
Even with the air conditioning at full blast
we both sweated profusely in love making. 
 
She was as tall as me at six feet
blond blue-eyed with beautiful fair skin.
During the time we were together
I could not believe that I was so blessed
in being loved by a woman like that. 
 
I do not know what I did
to lose her love for me.
I am sure
I also blocked that from my mind.
 
In the dream
we sat across from each other
moving our lips
but unable to form words
at the sight of each other.
 
We knew.
We felt the surge of our old passions
for each other.
 
There was nothing to forgive
between us.
There was
only the love to remember
between the both of us.
 
It was such a great dream.
Loved with such passion
is such a gift to us in our lives.
I awoke from the dream
with tears in my eyes.    

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Courtesy of followshipofminds.wordpress.com

I believe in America.
Land where my heart lives.
It is a land of accomplished dreams.
A land of courage.
A land that accepts all comers.
A land that gives hope to us all.
 
America overcomes all those who attempt
to bring evil to her shores.
America is the beacon of freedom to the world.
 
America is my land.
America is my home.
Keep America strong.
Impeach Obama.
 
If you do not love
America
please leave her.
 

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courtesy of maniacworld.com

The trees
nature speaking to us
reminding us of a time
in the past.
 
A time when
men and women
were closer to God.
 
Closer to the beauty
and sometimes the anger of nature
but still beauty in all of its glory.
 
Yes the trees still whisper
that we are still a part of all of this.
Nothing has replaced
our relationship with God.
 
All we need to do
is take the time
to listen to the trees.

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Courtesy of Google search

 
 
A beautiful day beckoned.
The sides of the hills were golden
with fields of grain. 
 
The Cypress trees were green
among great expanses of gleaming flat rocks.
An ideal day born for the enjoyment of the sun
and the wondrous words of the Master.
 
The crowd began to thin toward the afternoon sunset.
The Master was weary.
Many were the questions of the day.
The answers required much of His strength to loudly speak
the words of wisdom to the crowd. 
 
As the Master prepared to depart
a young man in the crowd shouted a question
in His direction.
  
The Master’s followers tried to quiet the man
to preserve their Lord’s voice.
They knew He was exhausted from the
long day of preaching.
 
The young man shouted again,
“Master, what can I do in my life that would be
pleasing to my Lord and God?”
In hearing this question
the crowd stopped movement
in their departure.
 
The crowd turned as one toward
where the Master stood.
Raising up to His full height
the Master looked over the crowd
with the kindest of smiles and He said,
 
“The mirrors of your own souls are within the eyes of
your brothers and sisters.
If you see hunger in those eyes around you
break the bread and share it.
 
If you see sorrow
share your tears with your brethren.
If fear overcomes your neighbors
stand with them
for numbers overcome fear.
 
Above all of these
love your neighbor
as you love your children.
My love protects your brethren
as it protects you.
 
This sharing of your love in my Father’s name
will be pleasing to your Lord and God.
In this sharing of your love without reserve
without reward
without a counting
will you be given
the glories of eternity.”
These words were spoken this day 
by the Master of my life.

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Courtesy of mintees.com

I have found the perfect love in Jesus.

He redeemed me with His love

when I believed none was there.

As I left the earthbound

material things of this world

I was lifted up to the heavens.

 

Before me lay the gates of joy

covered with the tears of my redemption.

Awaiting my entrance were all the people

that I ever loved and deeply grieved their passage

from this earth.

 

Open arms did I find; hugs of love, was I given.

Upon entering those gates of joy

beyond sight and time

I saw a garden laid before me.

 

It was a garden of the trials and tribulations

of my life on earth.

They were but one small pea

compared to a field of His love.

 

I have found the perfect love in Jesus.

He redeemed me with His love

when I believed none was there.

Now I have been found.

  

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A ship in the sea of life
riding each wave of life
seeking the warm sun of each day
the beauty of each dream as night falls
is never lost
as  it heads toward the curve
of each horizon.
 
Storms will blow
onward do we flow
in love and courage
by His hand.
 
Tomorrow brings the knowing in His love
the vastness of the ocean
is not so alone.
 
As long as we believe
we will never be alone
for His love
surpasses all of this
this and time beyond
this brief sea of life.          
                                                                                      

 

                                                                                                                                

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Courtesy of deskridged

It was a cold black cloud that overcame me.
An unknown evil sucked the very air from the room.
I wanted to scream but could not.
 
I felt waves of tears within the folds of my body.
A tightness in my throat I could not explain.
A flood of tears within my being
being held back
from some inner strength of will.
 
I realized my best friend was no longer.
A heap of once shiny metal on a field of battle
was now the very heart and soul of me.
 
Destroyed beyond any possible flashes of laughter.
Destroyed at the very core of me
was this once shining light.
 
When I saw the truth
now fully realized in its
cutting reality
there is no pain that could be greater.
 
My love is no more.
A valley of tears lies before me.
Was there any way to remove this spear
that now cuts deeply into the very soul of my spirit.
 
I cryed to the heavens
but was not heard.
Please God
I moaned,
“Remove this torment from me.”
 
This deep sadness
that now drapes my body.
Drapes the light of each
of my future days.
 
“Spare me this torment
dear God”
was my final cry. 

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“A Voice Within”

Within me a voice calls to be heard.
Sonnets of love lost and found again
in the spirit of my sweet Jesus.
 
Raise not your halting hand in ignorance.
Let not your lips cease my songs of poetry.
My songs are my life.
 
I have faced death
with fear sucking the breath from me.
It was my prayers to God
that lead me to the light of His Love.
 
Let my stories be heard.
There are those that need to hear my story.
In so hearing will the light that I found
will also be their light of hope and joy.  

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Courtesy of 123rf.com

In all the things
thou are to me
I remember now
then recall latter
the twinkle of your laughter
as you followed me quietly
as I ran from you in anger
over some silly thing.
 
There you stood
as I turned
with the biggest
of your smiles.
It was your way
of saying,
“I am sorry.”
As I remembered now
you knew more than anyone
the many ways
one can say
“I Love you.”
 
Did I remember also to let
you know this in my heart
at a time when it was
important to tell you
that I also love you
oh so very deeply. 

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Obituary For: Arby Walker | Stringer & Griffin Funeral Home.  It was my honor to know Arby in the early eighties for a period of several years.  She was one of the most beautiful humans I ever knew both outside and inside.  I have no doubt she is in a beautiful place in Heaven.

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