Man-Cave Friends

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Exercising tonight on my stationary bike

Making me feel very much like a young tike

Listening to a playlist of songs from the past

Hoping that my strength and stamina will last

Setting a quick pace as the pedaling begins

Missing a day on the bike would be quite a sin

Biking regularly in this Man-Cave each night

Looking around the room, there is quite a sight

Sharing space with a sofa full of Teddy Bears

Watching and smiling at me as they all stare

Pushing and pulling the handles in front of my face

Pedaling with high energy at a fast and furious pace

My biking adventure will continue all of this week

Realizing these “beary” friends will be here to peek

 

 

 

Little Things Become Big Things

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Have you ever seriously thought?

How little things in our lives become big things

 

A single snowflake falls at sundown

Becomes a skier’s paradise at sunrise

 

A single encouraging thought

Becomes the key to unlock a young mind

 

A single thoughtful gesture

Becomes a way for others to “pay it forward”

 

A single painting by an artist

Becomes a masterpiece for all generations

 

A single drop of rain

Becomes a nourishing drink for flowers so bright

 

A single warm smile

Becomes the connection between a father and daughter

 

A single laboratory discovery

Becomes the means to cure a disease

 

A single lightning strike in the forest

Becomes a way for nature to manage itself

 

A single book read at a young age

Becomes an inspiration for life-long reading

 

A single win for a struggling team

Becomes the spark for a championship run

 

A single handwritten short story

Becomes the inspiration for an award-winning novel

 

A single diamond engagement ring

Becomes a long and lasting marriage

 

A single simple prayer

Becomes the bridge between one and God

 

A single moment of intimate love

Becomes the birth of a blessed child

 

A single job interview

Becomes an incredible and fulfilling career

 

A single bright-shining star

Becomes the beacon to proclaim Christ’s birth

 

True, not all little things lead to good things

But, with patience and God’s guidance, some will become great!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A ‘Perfect’ Memory

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Proud of my memory with its endless perfection

My impeccable recall never needs any correction

 

As a small child from many years ago

My memories remain vivid, this I know

 

My family stands astonished and amazed

While my data files work through a maze

 

I remember many, many things from my past

Hoping that these remarkable powers will last

 

Many beautiful memories organized to be found

I am thrilled by a brain that is sharp and sound

 

Sometimes my mind feels like an encyclopedia

Please don’t ever challenge me with Wikipedia

 

God has blessed me with an awesome mind

As for my car keys . . . please help me find?

 

 

Riding the Train

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Lying awake in bed on hot, sultry summer nights

Young boy listens to moving trains, far out of sight

 

Dreaming of riding passenger trains, brings thrills

Reliable North Coast Limited quickly travels at will

 

Riding the Northern Pacific Railway’s pride and joy

Father takes son on his first-ever train trip—oh boy!

 

Sitting together in the comfy coach car, so much fun

Experiencing all that connects a father with his son

 

Shuffling down the aisle, steward offers snack foods

Restaurant in Glendive soon satisfies hungry moods

 

Making its journey to Montana’s “Gateway City” today

Hustling train passes many small towns along the way

 

Flashing quickly by—Custer, Hathaway, and Terry

Steady North Coast Limited acts as trusted ferry

 

Feeling safe with train’s constant rocking motion

Son’s eyes soon close, sleeping to its locomotion

 

Waking up, train slowing for a scheduled stop

Town of Forsyth, pausing for quick eavesdrop

 

Picking up steam, locomotive continues on its way to the East

Yellowstone River runs alongside, train powers up like a beast

 

Finishing this exciting journey and reaching their destination

Glendive will serve as today’s ending Montana train station

 

Accompanying his father as he takes care of his affairs

Enjoying dinner and staying overnight without any cares

 

Returning back home to Billings the very next morn

Son believing train travel should be his new norm

 

Sitting in cozy dining car, both treated quite well

Elegantly set table makes pancakes taste swell

 

Moving up to the observation car, enjoying beautiful views

Autumn’s harvested farm fields, lining up straight and true

 

Hurtling by more towns—Rosebud and Fallon go past

It’s much too bad this captivating journey cannot last

 

Remembering again those images and sounds of the train

Memories of the North Coast Limited shall always remain

 

I actually made this trip with my father back in the late 1960s.  Read more about the Northern Pacific Railway’s amazing passenger service from North Coast Limited.

 

Then Came Light

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To a formless world, shrouded in whole darkness

God brought forth light to remove the harshness

 

To a dark, foreboding room with no shape

Candles illuminate our morning landscape

 

From a barren, lifeless pine or Douglas fir tree

Christmas brings lights, and makes us feel free

 

To a cold, hostile land without any light at night

Early man learns of fire, to warm and offer sight

 

To a student, who feels frustrated in a lesson so dark

A teacher brings patience, and a smile offers a spark

 

To a darkened, isolated highway on a night with no moon

Bright headlights point us safely towards home very soon

 

To a world seeking guidance and a fresh start

Lady Liberty’s welcoming torch, sets her apart

 

To a frightened child, waking up in darkness of the night

Parents bringing a beam of light, to take away his fright

 

To a middle-aged adult, stricken with eyesight very poor

A doctor’s skill removes a cataract, so she can see more

 

To an empty and humbling manger, in a crowded stable

A bright star over Bethlehem, showing what is now able

 

To heal the broken, lost life of a desperate man

God offering a sustaining and hope-filling plan

 

Morning Walk

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Waking from my sleep on a dark, chilly day

Preparing for another early morning to play

 

Pulling on my warm jacket and stocking cap

Heading out the door without need of a map

 

Making this early morning journey once again

Walking down a street where many have been

 

Moving hurriedly while struggling with numbing, frigid air

Searching a pocket to discover my gloves are not a pair

 

Being discovered, a nervous rabbit hops away

Seeing me, he certainly doesn’t desire to play

 

Crossing the street, a black cat stares back

Slithering away, she doesn’t cross my path

 

Freezing my face, the frosty air feels bitterly cold

Hurrying along with a pace that is rapid and bold

 

 

Still a Desperate Man

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Waking up in the morning much, much too late

My alarm clock was telling me to sleep and wait

I’m still a desperate man!

 

Opening my bank statement one afternoon

A positive balance won’t come anytime soon

I’m still a desperate man!

 

Looking forward to a hot shower early in the morn

The frigid, cold water tells me this is not the norm

I’m still a desperate man!

 

Forgetting to check my car’s fuel gauge

The gas runs out, and my emotions rage

I’m still a desperate man!

 

Turning on my bathroom light, around midnight

The bulb burns out, and leaves me in a fright

I’m still a desperate man!

 

Returning home after a long week on the road

Discover the fridge conked out, nothing’s cold

I’m still a desperate man!

 

Arriving at work on a cloudy, rainy, gray day

My boss tells me to permanently stay away

I’m still a desperate man!

This poem is inspired by Eric Church’s song, “Desperate Man.”

 

 

 

 

Fulfilling a Writer’s Fate

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Lying awake in bed, feeling ready to write

Morning light feeling much too bright

 

Searching in my head for ideas to write about

Will today’s words offer and deliver much clout?

 

Sitting, thinking, and sitting . . . nothing!

Why can’t my mind create something?

 

Perhaps more coffee will warm up my mind

Hoping that possible ideas may soon be mine

 

Do all writers usually feel this way?

With little or nothing to really say

 

Hunger offers quick, necessary break

Nutritious breakfast, now I will make

 

Finished eating and returning to my writing table

Satisfied appetite doesn’t make me anymore able

 

Struggling through another writer’s block

Tired eyes continue watching the ticking clock

 

Wow!  This short poem I now create

Finally, fulfilling my writer’s fate 

  

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Falling . . .

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Falling . . .

Yet Again!

 

Hiding from a hail of enemy fire on a blood-filled ridge

Losing a fallen comrade during a Korean winter long ago

 

Falling . . .

Yet Again!

 

Abandoning a radiant, young bride on a stormy night

Realizing now this decision was such a selfish error

 

Falling . . .

Yet Again!

 

Failing to slow down at a dangerous, sharp highway curve

Seeing a limp, lifeless body slumped in the passenger seat

 

Falling . . .

Yet Again!

 

Watching as unforgiving cancer strikes down a loved one

Wishing to stand in her corner and take away all of the pain

 

Falling . . .

Yet Again!

 

Hitting the streets looking for a chance to work again

Struggling to comprehend life without a worthy job

 

Falling . . .

Yet Again!

 

Drinking another “Jack Daniels” very late at night

Feeling despondent week after week with no life

 

Waking up . . .

Dropping to my knees!

 

Thumbing through a Bible

Finding Psalm 18

 

I love you, O Lord, my strength

The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer,

my God, my rock in whom I take refuge,

my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.

 

No longer falling!

The Scripture in bold type comes from Psalm 18.

Humbling Moments

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A football team clings to a slim lead with only few seconds to go

Allowing a “Hail Mary” touchdown pass is quite a humbling blow

A traffic reporter drives to work with a great deal of haste

Running into a gigantic traffic jam seals her humbling fate

A coach’s conduct melts down along the sideline of a big game

Watching the other team score, humbles and brings him shame

A harsh winter storm drops the temperature below freezing

Humbled by an empty woodpile and no fire, starts the sneezing

A driver stands humbled as he frets about his emptiness of fuel

Waving at his stalled car, an old man drives quickly past his view

The #1 basketball team tries to hang on with a narrow win

Swishing a 3-point goal, their hopes are humbled and grow dim

An experienced bow hunter has a large bull elk in his sights

Seeing his arrow miss, leaves him humbled and in a fright

On the final hole, a golfer lines up her short putt to finish first

Missing it, humbles her and means less money to put in her purse

A lovely bride removes and sets aside her new wedding ring

Knocking it down the shower’s drain, will humble and sting

A basketball player drives to the hoop to make a winning shot

Falling to the floor, a sprained ankle humbles him and hurts a lot

A delicious, roasting turkey should soon be about done

Forgetting to turn on the oven, humbles one with no fun

A downcast writer sits at a keyboard powerless to write today

Unable to find his thoughts, humbles him with nothing to say

A democracy’s leader utters falsehoods and continues to deceive

Hiding from consequences that will soon humble him to believe