Excerpted from NEVER POSTPONE JOY,
A Free Verse Poetry Anthology by Linda Amos.
There’s Just Something Wonderful About Christmas
Perhaps, it is all the fault of those slick ad-people at Hallmark Cards
Company in St. Louis, MO., who create and produce those cheesy
TV ads about Christmas that make one want to believe that this
Christmas will be different ....
Perhaps, it is all about hope and how it springs eternal in the
human heart after the first of December.
However, as a widow, these past eight Christmases; haves been
hard on my heart. It appears to me that while everyone around me,
in the malls and downtown, is shopping and bright and cheery,
emphasizing our differences, me, I am alone and lonely.
That does not mean I don’t partake of shopping for Christmas
presents for those I love. I do enjoy shopping all year long,
searching out values, and bargains that fit into my meager
shopping allowance. Plus I do send about 100 cards to those who
are shut-in and who also have lost those they Jove while traveling
down life’s path to where we are now.
It is just that I don’t know anyone, in my circle of friends and
remaining family members, who celebrate a Hallmark Christmas,
even though we do try. Me, I put up a large artificial Christmas tree,
which I named “Herbert” after my late brother. And I spend hours
decorating it each year with a different theme. This year it will be
silver and my favorite shade of royal blue, with sentimental
touches and 1,000 tiny clear lights to shine bright.
When I get home from a Jong day of volunteering or church, I can
walk in the front door, hit the switch and shout, “Hi Herbert, I am
home!”. And it will greet me. Making me smile.
Think Positively by Michael Crayton Powell
Try and see the bright side…
To any of your trials and tribulations…
Thinking positively; or just have faith!
In other words, look for the best in every situation…
Refusing to give Up! Find a way around,
Or through every obstacle…
For “if you have faith as a grain of mustard seed,
Nothing shall be impossible unto you” (Mat. 17:20}.
And “all things are possible to him that believeth” {Mark 9:23).
And “faith is the substance of things hoped for,
The evidence of things not seen” (Hebrews 11.1 }.
For I’m a firm believer that people, all people,
Become what they think!
May this poem inspire you! Comfort you…
And give you direction! Straighten on up babe…
Think positively!
Inspired by Norman Vincent Peale’s My Favorite Quotations.
And dedicated to Lee Portano.
Lost and Found as One
If I’m lost in lonely rejection,
A vital link that articulates God and man
Is lost, when there’s universal subjection
To one piece missing in His mosaic plan.
I’m only a common piece, yet, I’m part of a great celebration
Of creative energy release that gives to life its percolation.
When you leave me rejected, No part of the whole escapes
what’s neglected.
The question is, “Will our soul’s vitality restore each other, or
will all desiccate?”
Only when we flock within one holy fold
Can there be showers of embers to identify and spark every soul.
Submitted Ellen M. Nesbitt.
Shoreline of Faith
by Robert E.L. Nesbitt, Jr.
Life can grind at the shoreline
in the ebb and flow of sand,
The grit within our materiality
holds course by the tide’s command.
There’s ever flow in sequences of time,
leaving ripples etched by hands in flight,
Drawn by a Puppeteer’s lunar strings,
marking, then banishing, human plight.
A cleansing soul rides the frothy tides
keeping dreams afloat when hope resides,
Ever appearing, ever returning, till
faith quiets our inner churning.
Submitted Ellen M. Nesbitt.
I Have Not Forgotten
by Julie Spencer
I think of you
Every moment of the day
Cause I have
Not forgotten.
I have not forgotten
The levity of your
Smile, nor the
Depth of love.
The safety I feel
In your arms.
The closeness
Of your touch.
I cannot forget the sweetness
Of this moment
Nor of any other moment
I have held you.
I will not
Ever forget
The treasure
Of knowing you.
Watching Football
By Ginny Cope. ©
Got My New Car
by M. T. Jamieson
Got my new car, a Roswell, by name.
With one big door and two seats it came.
The warranty is ten million miles,
Except for replacement heat-shield tiles.
Tuned the radio, took me all day.
Picks up stations from way far away.
Call the color aluminum green,
The oddest shade you have ever seen.
Don’t know the fuel, it’s surely not gassed.
The trunk is small, the engine room vast.
Tiny steer wheel, and stop or go stick,
And all the windows are really thick.
Strange dials and numbers, can’t read the dash.
Acceleration causes whiplash.
Got my new car, a Roswell, by name,
Made in New Mexico is the claim.
Dakota Wind
by M. T. Jamieson
The Dakota wind blows in my mind.
Hot, and dusty dry, leather boot kind.
Wide open spaces. Badlands, trails west,
Coyotes, Lakota, vision quest.
Here, no locks to lock, or keys to turn,
Travelling light, plenty sunshine to burn.
Eat when you’re hungry, rest when you’re tired.
No talking, or listening, required.
Dirt roads, don’t need much such passing lane.
Sunny, so bright, as to melt your brain.
Best, is good enough. No time for fears.
Hours are minutes, days become years.
Eye on horizon, feet on the ground.
Simple, a pleasure, easily found.
Surrounded, neither, by bought nor sold.
Journey realized, before too old.
I follow along, the wind just right,
Past miles, beyond time, almost, not quite.
The Dakota wind blows in my mind.
Soon, to return, daydream outlined.
Love Unexpected
by Vicky Salazar
With all the turmoil in the world, love came softly into my life.
The sweetness of your presence in the room,
my heart skips quickly to its tune.
The attraction came suddenly unexpected when I met you.
Now I love you in a secret place because to each other we
don’t belong. Still loves, stirrings come so strong.
We’ve fought the sense of alarm, yet I still feel the sweetness
of your charm.
Starlight
by Vicky Salazar
The golden leaves – red, orange, and yellow hues –
shelter the quaint old red barn and white picket fence below.
The trees sheltering arms grace the lake in their forest scene.
Its beauty tells of the age old story in the evening breeze,
the dreams and aspirations of time.
When night comes, its softening glow highlights the stars in the
ebony sky as starlight sprinkles the earth below.
His Presence
by Vicky Salazar
The night is softly singing as dusk comes softly.
The rhythmic hum of insects and the mating call of pigeons
are silver sweet despite the willow trees downward droop.
I swing back and forth in Grandma’s old wooden porch
swing.
Soon, bright stars twinkle and dance in the ebony sky.
I have looked for him all day. Sought him in my heart.
Longed for him in my urgent need. Wondering if he will hear
my cry “Lord I pray!”
Silence hangs in the air, but I slowly feel-a calming presence
overtake me.
I know. I know now he has been with me along!