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Do you enjoy writing or reading poetry?  Most of the posts on Big Sky Buckeye are poetry. You are welcome to sit a spell and find something that you like.  I enjoy sharing my curiosity through my writing.  You are welcome to like, comment, follow, share, or reblog a post.

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Hello readers.  I have returned from my nearly three-week hiatus as my travels took me to Colorado for a wedding and to my native state of Montana to spend time with family.  I am eager to resume my normal publishing schedule, and I look forward to reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts.

Many readers on WordPress search for Christian-based poetry.  Big Sky Buckeye welcomes you to read a poem that is structured as a prayer, which is entitled “Morning Prayer.”

In addition to the poetry, view another journal entry posted on July 22 in From My Journal.  While Big Sky Buckeye enjoys writing poetry, much of his journal writing is inspired from reading and commenting on other blogger’s posts.

You are encouraged to read a quote updated on July 22 from American evangelist and Biblical scholar Vance Havner.   He presents insightful views into the Christian way of life.

Many of you enjoy photography (either your own or someone else’s).  Southwestern Montana is filled with rich history from the early gold strikes that brought thousands of fortune seekers in the 1860s and 1870s.  Check out the new photograph added on June 28 in the Photo Gallery. 

Recent Posts

You will find a variety of poems from the past few weeks. Each post is linked to take you right to its location.  Other poems and writings can be found in the archives.  Enjoy!

Do You Ever Wonder?

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Receiving as a birthday gift a FitBit

Does it really get used or just sit?

Spending millions on endless and repeated television ads

Why do rising drug prices make me feel like I’ve been had?

Eating at a restaurant that advertises a menu of “real good” food

Will someone explain the meaning of “good” to change my mood?

Listening to “Have a Holly, Jolly Christmas” again

Did I see singer Burl Ives slyly wink and grin?

Watching commercials with animals who talk

When is enough really enough before I walk?

Viewing a media event at the President’s home

Would anyone really care if he was left alone? 

Finding my pill box in my small travel bag

Why does a missing pill want to play tag?

Seeing country music stars dressed up for glamour and glitz

Does anyone remember “Hee-Haw” and Roy Clark’s guitar blitz?

Reading a label on the side effects of my new meds

How would I really know about being allergic instead?

Standing below the mistletoe on a freezing winter night

When was the last time anyone was kissed in its sight?

Sitting unused in the corner of the basement

Why did I buy that bicycle for my amazement?

Frustrating advertisements that insult common sense

Do I really need to feel that dimwitted and dense?

Assembling an “easy to build” children’s’ playground

Do the leftover parts mean that my work is sound?

 

 

 

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 blissful sleep without any pause

Failing because of music those steady drops will cause

Remembering Eddie Rabbitt’s song of a beautiful sight

Declaring once again that he truly loves a rainy night

Imagining each single, rainy drop bouncing about

Wetting the arid ground with its mighty clout

Rolling eyes over the walls of a darkened room

Realizing that morning light will be here soon

Recalling rainy mirages from times back in the past

Hoping now that the rain shower will continue to last

Thinking of more puddles that continue to flow about

Seeing the runoff now flooding as the creek spills out

Driving down a wet, shiny road with lights burning bright

Blinding radiance bounces back to impair one’s eyesight

Wondering where that beat-up umbrella went

Needing it later despite being twisted and bent

Smelling the soft fragrance of a summer rain

Knowing that 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 that it will offer more than I’ve seen yet

 

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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never Taken for Granted

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Never taken for granted

A young nation moves forward to be brave and free

To remove the shackles of oppression so others see

A soldier takes a bullet in a far, distant land

To protect freedoms that will always stand

Thomas Jefferson will never have to write a sequel

To state for all to read, “All men are created equal”

A minister preaches to a racially divided nation

To envision “free at last” will be his final station

A newspaper criticizes the government with much to say

To reinforce that freedom of the press is here to stay

A hesitant nation awakens while its other allies fight

To bring her vast resources in a victory full of might

A mother takes a stand at a school board meeting

To support a worthy novel that is taking a beating

A crowd protests peacefully in a city very near

To bring attention to issues without any fear

A writer uses his words to bring an issue to light

To encourage all to make a difference and fight

A President hides behind the sins of Watergate

To shamefully resign from office will be his fate

Workers strike to protest low wages and more

To organize labor unions to even up the score

A young politician inspires and leads the way

To become a worthy leader with much to say

Other nations come to the aid of a valued friend

To bring support with the troops that they send

Students stare into TV cameras with one voice

Violence in schools is truly not about a choice

A former republic declines and fades away

To witness freedom’s erosion without delay

Christ’s red blood stains an old rugged cross

To bring a second chance for all who are lost

Never taken for granted

 

 

 

 

A “Perfect” Memory

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I’m proud of my endless and flawless memory

Any lapses in my recall are strictly temporary

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

My car keys . . . Will you please help me find?