Another gray day
Wintertime, always dreadful—
Must be Ohio
A frosty and gray day in central Ohio (January, 2019)
Waiting at the dentist
Somewhere, a drill does its thing–
Hey, I’m out of here
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Thunderstorm pours down
Soaking waterproof matches—
No campfire, cold food
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Today’s “Monday Memories” poem was previously published in February, 2019. Enjoy its short, yet humor-filled verses which tell a bit of a story.
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Farmer Fred lives near an insignificant, small town
His atrocious driving skills are very well renowned
He pops into town usually once a week
Leaving his farmhouse to take a peek
After a day filled with nothing and too much fizzle
Fred stops over at a local tavern to wet his whistle
He orders a cheeseburger and a sweet sarsaparilla
When a wayward woman spots this handsome fella
Marge is a forgotten classmate from their high school
She navigates quite well when playing a game of pool
She stumbles over and sits down—a bit wobbly
Ordering another drink seems to be her hobby
Fred informs Marge that his driving is now restricted
He has been crashing too much and been ticketed
Marge asks, “How do you then drive that old Ford truck?”
Fred replies, “I just need a navigator to bring me luck”
He asks her, “Interested in helping me one final time?”
“Sure my dear friend! But . . . the first tree is mine!”
From Luke 8:23-24: “And while they were sailing He [Jesus] fell asleep. A windstorm swept down on the lake, and the boat was filling with water, and they were in danger. They went to Him and woke Him up, shouting, ‘Master, Master, we are perishing!’ And He woke up and rebuked the wind and the raging waves, they ceased, and there was calm.”
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Sometimes life’s waters become turbulent
God’s seaworthy vessel carries the day
His Word quiets the daily storms we face
With His Spirit, angels leading the way
Jesus has walked on the water we sail
Inspiring many to always believe
Encountering rough “Titanic” struggles
Our journey will overcome, the storm leaves
Sailing off course, we have a champion
Jesus fathoms, walking ahead of us
Father, Son, Holy Ghost . . . never alone
Following our Savior, in whom we trust
God’s faithfulness, sets a perfect heading
Sailing away, His true compass leading
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Leaving memories from a classroom
Now pursuing and writing a new tune
Exciting, unfamiliar journey begins
Seeing life through a creative lens
Retirement offers a different team
Fulfilling hidden, unexpected dreams
Waking up in the very early morn
Coffee and writing, refreshing norm
Discovering a passion for poetry
Let’s see where words will take me
Finding a unique style to nurture
This pen flows with adventure
Short stories stir up this open mind
Enjoying the fun, these words find
Thankful for readers, such as you
This writer’s journey, quite a view
Family Scattered
Coming together at last—
Mountaintop Christmas
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Retirement arrives
Rocking chair waits in corner—
Having too much fun
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Searching for lost words
Crafting special poems at dawn—
Mission accomplished
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From Luke 2:1-7: “In those days a decree went out from Emperor Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration and was taken while Quirinius was governor of Syria. All went to their own towns to be registered. Joseph also went from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to the city of David called Bethlehem, because he was descended from the house and family of David. He went to be registered with Mary, to whom he was engaged and who was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for her to deliver her child. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.”
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Hallelujah!
Angels sing, from heavens above
Glory forever, to a newborn King
Praising Emmanuel, as they sing
Hallelujah!
Virgin Mary, mother to this Son
Jesus will be His blessed name
This world, never to be the same
Hallelujah!
Born in a bustling hamlet, Bethlehem
Chiseled in history, forever renowned
Baby in a manger, shepherds found
Hallelujah!
God with us, in flawless human form
Walking in our steps, we will trust
Witnessing a Cross, our Savior must
Hallelujah!
God lifts the veil of His great plan
His Son will bear our bloody sins
Forever, God’s flock will say “Amen”
Hallelujah!
All bow, take a bended knee
Praise our Savior in prayer
Darkness leaves, Jesus cares
Hallelujah!
God’s divine, sacrificial plan
Jesus comes in person, to save
He overpowers sin and the grave
Hallelujah!
Birth of this blessed, Holy child
Peace and joy, we will follow Him
His righteousness, a lasting hymn
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Peace and solitude
Cross-country skiing beckons—
Awesome Montana
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Three rivers join up
Mighty Missouri River—
Headwaters . . . God’s gift
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Lone Mountain summit
Powder blowing all around—
Skiing the Big Sky
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Here is a humorous poem filled with amazing, and quite forgettable Christmas gift ideas. I am not sure if I see one for me, but perhaps you will find something unique for yourself. The poem was published in December, 2018, and it has been updated.
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Imagining a zany list of gift ideas for another year
Let’s make Christmas cool again, as it comes near
Sitting here tonight in Ohio’s Buckeye land
Not too certain about Santa’s helping hand
Hoping that special gifts will await under the tree
Thinking that “some” might be pleasing for thee
A self-stirring coffee mug looks quite neat
Stirring my cup o’ Joe will be an easy feat
Christmas tea bags offer a fresh twist
Leaving my cup filled with a tasty mist
Is that Darth Vader defending the door?
Inflating him brings fear and much more
I’m not really into checking Twitter most of the time
Looking at a set of framed tweets, could be just fine
My stocking might be filled with a hockey stick snow brush
Cheering for my beloved Blue Jackets on the ice is a must
Someone spies a cassette tape collection of familiar songs
Wondering where to find a cassette player that is long gone
Golf ball finder glasses will most likely do the trick
Searching for each wayward shot in rough so thick
My daughter tempts me with chocolate Brussel sprouts
Wishing for “just” the sweet chocolate, leaves no doubt
A senior moment’s memory workout DVD should be slick
Keeping my brain’s recall functioning, makes a great gift
Coffee drinking in the morning, wine sipping late at night
Using a “Flip Over” glass, makes switching work just right
Last of all, needing to conceal every doughnut so sweet
Receiving a doughnut mug may hide it—isn’t this neat!
Warming myself in front of a blazing fire this cold night
Hoping that another lump of coal, will never be in sight
From Mark 10:13-16: “People were bringing little children to Him in order that he might touch them; and the disciples spoke sternly to them. But when Jesus saw this, He was indignant and said to them, ‘Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs. Truly, I tell you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will never enter it.’ And He took them up in His arms, laid His hands on them, and blessed them.”
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Through Holy Spirit’s presence
A virgin gives birth to a child
The Messiah, Jesus our Lord
His life, anything but mild
Images of baby Jesus abound
Lying in a manger, a feed trough
All babies, even Jesus, need love
From God’s Word, many thoughts
God holds Israel dear as a His child
With Holy divinity, Jesus is the One
Mary and Joseph, parents to Jesus
From Egypt, He will beckon His Son
All of us, born children of God
Led by His Spirit, from above
Receiving Him . . . Believing in Him
We cry out . . . Abba! With love
Standing as heirs, with Jesus Christ
Suffering with Him, glorifying Him
Guided by His faith, hope, and love
Jesus at the Cross, paying for sins
Through God’s Word and instructions
Parents, loving and caring for a child
Conveying blessed discipline and love
Raising to adulthood, no longer a child
Bringing God’s Holy blessings to a child
Jesus holding a child, close to His heart
Loving a child as much as one loves God
From birth, giving a child a great start
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From South African missionary from Scotland, Andrew Murray: “Let us look upon our children; let us love them and train them as children of the covenant and children of the promise. These are the children of God.”
From Lamentations 3:22-23: “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”
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Waking on an early morn
Winter’s darkness invites
Kitchen wood stove warms
Hot coffee always delights
Opening the family Bible
Reading God’s Holy Word
Feeling ever close to Him
God’s peace, gladly heard
Morning light, brings a smile
Caressing sunshine’s charm
Anxiously awaiting the day
Jesus protects all from harm
Sun disappears behind clouds
Transmitting a wintry scene
No need to go anywhere today
Playing for retirement’s team
Days are short, nights long
Thoughts of spring, far away
Feeling at peace, but alone
Who visits on this snowy day?
Peeking out the window again
In the distance, twin headlights
Daughter’s family, safely arrives
Making this day, absolute delight
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Big Sky Buckeye 