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ONLY A HANDFUL

Last night I watched the full moon rise

as night replaced the day

and as she slowly rose above the trees

she took my breath away.

 

Two dogs running just out of reach

looked up as they played among the dunes.

Two lovers walking along the beach…

paused a moment to swoon.

 

And I thought how lucky I am to be standing here

watching the moon in awe,

standing neath a sky so clear…

under the same moon my ancestors saw.

 

And I though that moon’s been around since before time began

ushering in every nightfall

and how that same moon admired by animal, woman and man

shall endure…outliving us all.

 

This morning I watched the fading moonlight

as night returned control to the day

and as I watched her slowly drift out of sight

she again took my breath away.

 

For once again I was reminded how life is fleeting

how it’s up too us to make each moment last

to do something each moment worth repeating

before the moment slips into the past…

 

To fill our days with surprises…

remembering life is but a momentary vignette…

and we only have a handful of moonrises…

and only a handful of moonsets.

 

 

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LIFE DOESN'T ALWAYS GO AS PLANNED

When I was young:

I planned to be a football star…but I wasn’t the right size

When I was young:

I planned to be a movie star…but that never materialized

 

When I was young:

I planned to be a doctor…but the sight of blood made me faint

When I was young:

I planned to be a famous writer…but obviously…I ain’t.

 

When I was young:

I planned to be a farmer and live off of the land

But as is glaringly apparent…

life doesn’t always go as planned.

 

When I was young:

I never planned to go to college…

I wanted to stay home with my peers

When I was young:

I never planned to be a teacher…but I taught for 30 years

 

When I was young:

I never planned to move to Florida…

but now I’m here to stay

When I was young:

I never planned to marry and have a family…

but now wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

When I was young I made so many plans

but now that I’m older I have come to understand:

Most of the love and happiness in my life has come…

 

from all the things I never planned.





Loyal Death

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Poems
Loyalty is found amongst,
Friends are traitors to be,
Uncovered like,
Secrets are best kept to,
Oneself is to be trusted 
The least of all,
Evils are naught but,
Vices twisted and
Distilled envy of the
Decrepit cowards shy from,
Death my old friend.

WHAT'S IN A NAME

WHAT’S IN A NAME

 

How do we evaluate our life…to know if…with our life…we are enthralled? 

One way is to look back and try to remember all the names we have been called.

 

Early on…in my mother’s womb…baby was the first of all my names

When I was born, from the Bible, I was given the name of James.

 

I’ve been called Joy (my initials), Otto (my middle name), Elf (don’t ask-too grim)

I’ve been called Yermy, Yerman, Jimmy but most people know me as Jim.

 

I’ve been called, too short, too young, too old and though my perspective is a bit sunny

apparently I’m the only one in this world who has ever called me too funny.

 

I’ve been called a boy, a teenager, a man, a student, a teacher…a friend

And after spending 40 dollars on the internet…I’m also called Reverend.

 

I’v been called mister, and sir…and some names that have made me angry or sad

I’ve been called boyfriend, husband and father…although it sounds much better when they call me Dad.

 

I’ve been called PopPop four different times now…and the other day I was given pause…

when a little boy I never met before, called me Santa Claus.

 

All the different names I’ve been called…have gone in to the creation of me…

Each title carries a meaning all its own…each name evokes a memory.

 

I don’t mind all the names I’ve been given…I don’t care that they’re not all the same

I’m just glad to be making new memories every time someone call out my name.

 

Perhaps the best way to evaluate our life…

the best way to feel enthralled 

is to sit back, smile and think about…

 

all the names we have been called.


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EVERYDAY PARADES

As the cloak of evening was spreading and daylight was beginning to fade

we meandered down to the waters edge to watch the annual boat parade.

 

We sat with friends and strangers while stars twinkled In the sky

and watched boats, lit up for Christmas, in the distance floating by.

 

Behind us, high in the sky, shining, as bright as she could be…

the full moon cast a blanket of light that floated upon of the sea.

 

I found, in the darkness, as the evening progressed…my eyes became attuned

to the boats floating there before me as well as the distant moon.

 

My eyes, my heart, my soul…all happily besieged by so many wonderful sights 

From the moonglade shimmering on the water to the masts of ships in colored lights.

 

And I thought how once a year the parade of boats is beautiful 

as they pass by in colors both sparkling and bright…

but the clouds that float across the moon provide their own parade each night.

 

And I realized sitting on the dock as the boats began to fade away

How lucky I was because I could count all the parades I saw that day.

 

As the sun rose up in the morning a parade of colors crossed the sky….

down by the water on our morning walk a host of birds and fish paraded by.

 

As we continued our walk…a parade of animals and people we would greet…

as we neared our house and turned for home…a parade of ants across our street.

 

A parade of clouds in all shapes and sizes…the sun being hidden…then revealed…

a parade of children in contrasting colors running back and forth at the soccer field.

 

A parade of birds at our bird feeder…some squirrels and even a mouse…

Our friends grandchildren laughing and singing as they paraded through our house.

 

Then once again at the boat parade kissed by moonbeams and an ocean mist….

And if these are the parades I saw today…imagine the ones I missed!

 

Yes, today’s annual boat parade was a sight to see but over time it’s memory will fade…

to be joyfully replaced by a life filled with memories…

 

of so may everyday parades.


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ENOUGH

She was alone on a bench in the middle of the park when walking along I spied her

I’m not sure what drew me in…but I ended up sitting beside her.

 

For a while we sat in silence…me…and this old woman I’d never seen before

until my eyes met hers and we exchanged a smile…which seemed to open up the door.

 

We talked of trees and butterflies about how the sun shone off the creek

and before I knew it…I was meeting her…on that park bench once a week.

 

She could be sweet, she could be kind, she could be soft, she could be gruff 

and as we spent those days together…she taught me the meaning of enough.

 

When I think of the love I’ve had in life, she’d say…one touch was enough.

When I am sad…to drive away the shadows…one sunbeam is enough…

 

When I look up in the night sky…the light of one star is enough.

When I linger in a garden…the aroma of one flower is enough.

 

When I’m walking in a forest…the shade of one tree is enough.

When I’m with my family and friends…one moment is enough.

 

I only have one life, she’d smile…if I live it right…once will be enough. 

and If I should die tomorrow…well…then I’ve lived long enough. 

 

Yes, when I look at all the happiness I’ve had…I know I’ve had enough

and If the only prayer I ever say is thank you…then I have prayed enough.

 

My meetings with her would come to an end 

enough was finally enough

and though I was saddened at her passing…

I know I had time enough…

 

Time enough to make a friend…a friend both kind and gruff…

Time enough to have been lucky enough…to learn the meaning of enough.

 

Now when my life is peaceful and happy…or when times are sad and rough

I return to the bench where we sat together…

to remember I have enough.

 

 

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TO BE

 

To be, frequently mistaken

But never, to be wrong

To be, part of the group

And yet, not belong

 

To be, so really scared

But at no time, be afraid

To be, a frequent failure

Yet, always make the grade

 

To be, a teller of tall tales

But, never tell a lie

To be, so deeply saddend

Yet never, made to cry

 

To be, sometimes obstructed

And yet, not be delayed

To be, so undecided

That you, cannot be swayed

 

To be, consistently a loser

And yet, never to lose out

To be, so well convinced

That you, never have a doubt

 

To be, filled with desire

But not be, filled with greed

To always keep in mind

That others also need

 

To be, so exhausted

But, never to letup

To be, a last defeated

Yet never, to have given up

 

To be, in time forgotten

Yet, always be remembered

For all those helpful deeds

That you, so often rendered

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IMAGINE

 

Image your life, without a friend

Now imagine, it goes on without end

Not a kind word, could you say

To anyone, each and every day

Not a thought to talk about

No advice without a doubt

No smile, no laugh and no hello

A lonely life, to live it so

Imagine life, with this longing

Now, imagine life, without belonging

 

To belong is our life’s newel

To live without, is just too cruel

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MEMORY

We don’t know

What life’s about

Sometimes it’s just

How it turns out

 

Our time on earth

Is not forever

We come and go

Just like, bad weather

 

At work and play

Our time is spent

But in the end

What has it meant

 

To change the world

If we succeed

Are we, remembered

Or, just the deed

 

Does what we’ve said

Or what we’ve done

Have meaning only

When we’re gone

 

And if in time

We are forgot

Our life on earth

Was all for not

 

Is what we do

Or what we say

Kept in a record

In some way

 

If what we’ve done

Whether good or bad

No longer matters

Is that not sad

 

If we didn’t contribute

Had nothing to bring

Are we null and void

Not worth a thing

 

The only way

That we endure

Is in a memory

That’s for sure

 

Is this our destiny

For what we’ve wrought

Are we worth a memory

Or are we not

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