Zest for Life
Each new day is a wonder…
A gift I don't deserve.
I'll try not to scatter it asunder
With a careless, unthinking swerve.
My focus must be toward others,
Searching for each want or need;
In an unceasing effort to understand
Where I can most effectively intercede.
Only through loving and listening
Will my life be of value to any of the rest,
And thus generate the joy by its glistening,
Which is the real source of my life's zest.
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Painting Words
IMAGES SPRING FROM NOWHERE,
BUT BEAR A KNOWN DESIGN.
NO BRUSH OR PAINT IS MY WARE
THOUGH PAINTINGS DO SEEM MINE.
MY CANVAS BREATHES ALIVE
AS WORD AND IMAGE MERGE.
FROM NOTHINGNESS I STRIVE
TO CAPTURE EACH NEW SURGE.
PEN SWATHES, LIKE BRUSH STROKES,
FASHION WORDS, ONE-BY-ONE,
UNTIL MIND’S EYE EVOKES
IMAGES CLEAR AS THE SUN.
ALL WHO VIEW THESE WORKS
WILL FIND IT’S NOT ABSURD
TO FEEL THE POWER THAT LURKS
BEHIND EACH PAINTED WORD.
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Children
Although they aren’t far from birth,
They’re already creating a better earth.
They ask “Why? ” They ask “Why not? ”
Questioning outdated ideas we’ve got.
Innocence and purity pervade their ways.
Excitement and enthusiasm ignite their days.
Their future will shine like the rising sun
If faith, hope and love are instilled in each one.
Children are the treasured destiny for us all.
Embrace them before they’re but a recall.
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May
May oh May what’s there to say?
You form flowers that drape each day.
Assertive times for plant and creature…
Each day paints another feature.
Bird and mammal with annual brood
Forage forest and field for food.
Green, not brown, now shade of choice;
Outside sound again a festive voice.
More smiles than tears adore skies
As yellow rays evoke spring sighs.
Well May oh May, what’s there to say?
The year’s resplendent from your sway.
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To Pam
They say you’ve passed, but you’ll always be here.
Your contagious voice and smile are ever so near.
Heaven’s a bit better now that you’re there.
We on earth are short changed it just isn’t fair.
Pam, we miss you Pam We need you Pam. We love you so.
Now you’re in a better place than any of us can know.
You’ve found peace and now are living what your fate will be.
One day we’ll all enjoy each other again in this vast eternity.
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August
August brings so many things to mind
Like county fairs with fun foods and rides easy to find.
Catfish scream louder than ever for our fishing poles,
Inviting us to joyous jaunts at our favorite watering holes.
The dog days of summer start drawing to a close,
But there’s still time for a lake visit or just a sprinkler hose.
August August, we thank you for your role in this summer.
Without you no doubt this season would be a real bummer.
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High Sierras
Marauding mountains meander mysteriously
Piercing the sky as far as I can see.
A chorus of nature’s hypnotic silence speaks volumes to me.
These gentle monsters so majestic and high
Send soothing messages when their breezes sigh.
At times as I gaze I can’t help but wonder
If they are from an almighty artist or just nature’s blunder.
Then I realize they have been designed by an infinite hand
Far beyond the scope of anything I understand.
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February
February’s time is short,
But it’s my first resort.
Filled with chocolates, flowers and cheer,
It’s my favorite month of the year.
I love how each day shines
As they spread forth with valentines.
It’s a month dedicated to love
In this world of push and shove.
So stop and think of what really counts,
Like people and times that are small amounts,
But give your life meaning like February...
Fill your days with love so make them merry.
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New Year's Resolutions
As I face another December,
It seems like yesterday I vaguely remember
Those New Year's resolutions I sincerely made,
Which like morning mist have tended to fade,
Leaving me with the same indomitable ways
That have afflicted me for all of my days.
Once again I will endeavor to change,
Attempting to alter attitude and actions to rearrange
A life sorely needing to discover a better will and way
To give loving, productive meaning to every day.
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Survivor
I'm a survivor in obstreperous times like these
Though I'm often knocked to my knees.
I have the will to arise and carry on
Until these turgid times are memories long gone.
Rather than complain about what my life should be,
I accept what the world has briefly offered me.
Then I do my best to improve my lot,
And share the benefits and attitude I've got.
I may not be a big winner or clever contriver.
Happiness derives from my pride as a survivor.
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