I have no sense of time, and I’m a dreamer.
The reality is, we can change. We can change ourselves. We can change our minds. We can change our hearts. And therefore the universe changes.
Richard Gere Quotes
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Morning Dreams
Darkness hides
Morning’s reception
Silence riddles chilly air
Mellow breeze
Wind chimes serenade
Peace soothing this resting soul
Candle glows
Dancing shadows play
Frolicking, flickering flame
Hot coffee
Early, steady mate
Comforting, every drop
Good ol’ friend
Morning hums with fun
Feeling the caffeine-fueled boost
Dawn’s twilight
Distant horizon
Breaking through hardheaded clouds
Music plays
Tunes stir memories
Jukebox sings with sunrise joy
Life’s pages
Another chapter
Feeling all cozy and warm
Dreams invite
Delightful journey
Buzzing, unmistaken joy
Snooze button
Calling, “Please hit me”
Let’s start all over . . . again!
Will Smith Quotes
Whatever your dream is, every extra penny you have needs to be going to that.
There’s so much negative imagery of black fatherhood. I’ve got tons of friends that are doing the right thing by their kids, and doing the right thing as a father–and how come that’s not newsworthy.
Back in Time
Early morning walk, going back in time
Autumn’s breath creates thoughts, filling with rhyme
Trekking along canal’s ancient pathway
Thoughts caress past moments, plenty to say
Gentle breeze, sending leaves twirling on down
Mind arrives at different time and town
Dreaming . . .
More simple times, without high tech living
Days invite, delightful and forgiving
Riding bareback along this old canal
Looking for trees to climb with school-age pals
Fishing one final time, nearby pond waits
When icy winter comes, change to ice skates
Creepy, storm-filled nights, reading classic prose
Edgar Allen Poe’s words, scary shadows
Looking for literature’s lighter themes
Whitman, Hawthorne, Melville adding to dreams
Quiet evenings filled with family time
Gathered around for radio’s primetime
Crisp, fall afternoon, gridiron titans clash
College football rivals looking to smash
Romance blossoms, courtship takes center stage
Life filling with sweetness, each turning page
Back to reality . . .
Journey runs into closed gate at Rager Road
Turning around, grateful for time borrowed
Looking forward to walking here real soon
Fondest memories, let them sing a tune
Monday Memories: Sweetest Dream
This updated poem was first-published in March, 2019. Every day I accept the personal challenge to follow a healthy lifestyle in managing my blood glucose levels. With proper exercise, eating right, and taking medications, I have been able to succeed. I sometimes use humor as a tool to keep myself motivated, and writing this poem serves this purpose.
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Sleeping at night brings pleasurable dreams my way
Dreaming of sugar-filled treats most every single day
Tasting a doughnut filled with vanilla cream
Allowing my sweet tooth to sample a dream
Advising the doughnut to vanish and scamper away
Appearing next, freshly baked cookies wish to stay
Smelling the melted chocolate and cookie dough
Rolling over, my taste buds scream out to know
Dashing dreams of cookies, a delicious pie arrives
Looking at coconut cream is a mammoth surprise
Tossing in bed, my mouth anticipates the sweetest taste
Cruising into my dream, appears a cake—freshly baked
Licking my lips, velvety-rich chocolate cake will be my fate
Sampling the moisture-rich texture seems a perfect mate
Closing my fantasy suddenly, my mind stirs awake
Remembering to manage my sugars is no mistake
Envisioning so many tantalizing, indulging treats
Controlling sugar levels will be a bitter-filled feat
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Monday Memories: Nighttime Rain
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Lying wide awake during a lonely, rainy night
Hearing the moisture-rich drops taking flight
Trying to return to a dreamy sleep, without much pause
Failing because of music, those steady drops will cause
Remembering Eddie Rabbitt’s song of a beautiful sight
Declaring once again, he truly loves another rainy night
Imagining each rainy drop bouncing about
Wetting the ground with its showery clout
Rolling eyes over walls of a darkened room
Realizing morning light will arrive very soon
Recalling rainy mirages, memories hidden in the past
Hoping this precious rain shower will continue to last
Thinking of growing puddles, continuing to flow about
Watching rapid flash flooding, with creeks spilling out
Driving down a wet, shiny road with lights burning bright
Blinding radiance bounces back to impair one’s eyesight
Wondering where seldom-used umbrella went
Requiring it now, despite being twisted and bent
Smelling the soft fragrance of a summer rain
Realizing its sweet fullness will slowly wane
Allowing the steady patter of rain to sing
Falling asleep before the new day brings
Dreaming of future adventures in a drizzle so wet
Knowing it will offer more than anything seen yet
Here is a link to the unforgettable Eddie Rabbit singing “I Love a Rainy Night.”
Monday Memories: Dreams Start Young
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Bumping the ball, again and again without error
Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player
A young girl aspires to play volleyball with her all
Setting eyes on her future, she answers the call
Almost daily it seems, she practices again in the yard
Bumping a volleyball back up on the roof, isn’t so hard
This determined and skilled lady moves up in her years
Realizing always, playing volleyball brings her little fear
As she enters middle school, she plays on her first team
Enjoying the competition, making her face always beam
Bumping the ball, again and again without error
Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player
Her soft hands and calmness, make her a skilled setter
Roaming the back row, her ball-hawking is even better
With a purpose, she enters high school and plays a key role
Setting up her teammates with accurate precision—Whoa!
Her teammates rally around her confident leadership
Wearing #9, her unruffled play leads and rarely slips
Her team charts a perfect season and a trip to State
Falling just a bit short, second place will be their fate
Bumping the ball, again and again without error
Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player
The team moves forward with her unselfish play
Becoming a volleyball dynasty, even to this day
A relaxed, confident smile masks her intense competitiveness
Elevating her game, encouraging her team to lofty greatness
Now her team looks more determined, than ever before
Bringing its school and town, a perfect season of scores
Returning to State, the setter and her mates are up to the task
Capturing the school’s very first volleyball State crown, at last
Bumping the ball, again and again without error
Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player
The Wildcats secure two more trips to State, to complete her career
Continuing a rich and winning volleyball tradition, without any tears
As her high school career begins its closing, thrilling year
Tasting defeat so very few times, makes opponents fear
“Wow, she hasn’t graduated yet!”—An opposing coach winks
Playing in these final State matches, her skills remain in sync
An incredible volleyball player, will no longer pass and roam
Remembering those times of practicing, in the yard at home
Bumping the ball, again and again without error
Dreaming of becoming a great volleyball player
Summer Hammock
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Under the shade of a massive oak tree, Fred relaxes in his backyard hammock while enjoying a perfect summer afternoon.
A slight, friendly breeze helps to keep the bugs away, and Fred always thinks better when he spends time in his comfortable hammock. He looks up into the canopy of branches in the tree above, and his eyes begin following an intensely busy squirrel which is scurrying back and forth . . . back and forth.
Fred’s thoughts begin to wander as he imagines his own creation of the “perfect” treadmill. While his model will have the usual cup holder, he will add a necessary tray for his pepperoni pizza.
Thinking . . . How can a person calculate how much wood a woodchuck could chuck, if he could really chuck wood?
Worried about an upcoming family reunion, he recalls telling his close friend, Wally, “How will I remember all of their names?”
Wally confidently replies, “Easy, just call everyone ‘cousin.’”
Remembering his granddaughter’s wedding reception last summer, he asks his wife, Doris, to dance. He tells her, “They’re playing our favorite song.”
It takes the couple a little longer to arrive on the dance floor, and the song is nearly half over. Fred calls out to the DJ, “Play it again Sam!”
Several minutes go by. The “always in a hurry” squirrel pauses and thinks to himself, “What is that noise?”
Looking down, he spies Fred blissfully sleeping and dreaming, and his loud snoring serenades the entire backyard with . . . well, almost charming tunes.
If I Was a . . .
This poem is inspired by a song which has been sung by many artists. Bobby Darin and later Johnny Cash and June Carter recorded their versions of “If I Were a Carpenter.” The song was written by Tim Hardin, and other artists have recorded and performed the song as well. Here is Bobby Darin’s version: “If I Were a Carpenter.”
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If I was a teacher
Bringing energy, passion, and patience
Transforming all into knowledge seekers
If I was a firefighter
Serving with unselfish duty and pride
Protecting all, making worries lighter
If I was an architect
Designing buildings for many uses
Looking ahead to challenging projects
If I was a farmer
Rising at dawn, working until sundown
Bringing a nation food, as God’s armor
If I was a nurse
Sharing with patient, compassionate care
Filling lives with hope, never for the worse
If I was a writer
Crafting words into stories and much more
Witnessing through eyes, open and brighter
If I was a musician
Creating good vibes through words and music
Bringing pleasure across generations
If I was a preacher
Instilling God’s Word with a church’s flock
Encouraged to be one of God’s teachers
If I was a soldier
Preserving peace and freedom in the world
Band of brothers, stand shoulder to shoulder
If I was a young tyke
Looking up to these inspiring adults
Growing up, each day feeling more alike
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Monday Memories: Fairy Tale Dream
This poem has been updated from its original post from February, 2019. Take note of a technique used in the style which links each pair of verses together.
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Jack hurriedly climbs the lofty beanstalk
Hoping to take Cinderella out for a walk
Cinderella looks out her window, slightly bitter
Left with Little Boy Blue, her tiny, glass slipper
Little Boy Blue feels like enjoying an afternoon nap
Hearing Snow White calling awakens him in a snap
Snow White hopes the Seven Dwarfs hurry back
Fearing the Big Bad Wolf will hide her in his sack
The Big Bad Wolf plans to enjoy a scrumptious feast
Hiding from Little Jack Horner who lives in the East
Little Jack Horner feels too full to devour a pie
Leaving the sweets for Jill who says, “Oh my!”
Jill loses her footing, tumbling down and down
Causing Jack to wake up, with a sleepy frown
Little Jack’s wonderful dream felt pleasing and fine
Reminding him that more stories wait for next time
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