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Back in Time

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Walking along the ancient canal towpath fills my mind with thoughts of years ago . . .

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

 

A quiet place for fishing, conversation, and winter ice skating.

Monday Memories: Sweetest Dream

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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 . . .

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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

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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

 

Sweetest Dream

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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

 

Using humor is one way that I have taken control of my Type 2 diabetic condition.  I have pretty much abstained from sugar-filled treats (some of my past favorites are described in the poem).  Presently, I am no longer considered pre-diabetic, but I continue to maintain a healthy lifestyle with proper eating, taking meds, and exercising.

 

 

Fairy Tale Dream

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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