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Rhymes and Sundries, Too: June 2012
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too. Sunday, June 10, 2012. My age this year is forty-six. It doesn't seem too daunting,. To turn another year in grace. Of him beside me haunting. My thanks to all the many friends. Who still will claim a friendship;. Despite the slights and sins it tends,. Intents, we share a kinship. The busy lives we lead each day,. From this to that and back again;. Could tend to suck the marrow dry,. And make us wonder if we're sane. And here's the point at which we rise,. Links to this post.
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too: January 2011
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too. Sunday, January 30, 2011. Out Of Many, One. We are many voices,. We are many faces,. We are many visions,. To all seek understanding. We are one communion,. We seek one resurrection. We are one constitution,. Tear our fabric not when we. May we make consideration. Links to this post. Thursday, January 27, 2011. The devil stopped to say hello. And see where I might be. He knew that I was angry, and. He smiled and winked at me. He shook my hand and leaned in close. I ask It cool m...
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too: August 2012
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too. Tuesday, August 14, 2012. Quiet boots step low and slow in almost shuffling gate. Across new ground by gentle tread, Missouri River rate. Still waters calm the Psalmist's soul in quiet listening state. By whispering wind impart the wisdom elders find their fate. Surrounded by despair and want, heartbreaking scene to take,. But in it finds a joy and hope on hills above the lake. Uprooting from a life once made, come here to plant a stake. Whose boots continue marching with a purp...
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too: Images of Seal Team PT
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too. Sunday, June 10, 2012. Images of Seal Team PT. Empty sea, B.M.N.T.,. No one to be found;. Suddenly a stream of lights,. Warning shouts at intervals,. Assemble gathered crowd;. Cadre huddle takes the ground,. Teams form strong and proud. Comes the call,. Then by volley, each command,. Grass between the knuckles,. Dirt behind each ear;. Sopping shirts hang low on backs,. Brown patch center rear. High-held heads drip hard earned sweat,. Earth tones trim the scene;.
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too: March 2011
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. Propped up in my chair in. The stillness of night,. The house gone to sleep and. A lone lamp my light. The books stacked nearby with. Their spines cracked and worn. In piles near four high, their. Tired reader sits torn. To visit a classic,. Or chase latest fad,. The question this moment,. What looks good or bad. A thick study Bible,. To sink deep inside. The briefcase I brought home. Stands post by the door. Its contents are calling. Its pull I ignore.
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too. Sunday, April 8, 2012. At 12:47, thirteen years to this day,. Despite my unreadiness, which I'd have to say,. My dearest gave birth to our oldest sunray,. And with her abundant the gifts came our way. Since then we've been tested, arrested and blessed;. Bested, contested, protested and stressed. But through it all, we've found joy still remained,. By the beautiful spirit of Madeleine, by name. May her gifts we accept on this day of all days,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too: October 2011
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too. Sunday, October 23, 2011. Your brisk, dark morning air. Gives greetings to my day. Too soon no more will this be rare,. When Winter comes this way. For now by noon your Morning's heir. With flaxen gold array,. Lays down her yellow strands of hair. And holds the cold at bay. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Pageviews Last 30 Days. Rhymezone On-line Rhyming Dictionary. Gommie's Giggles and Graces. View my complete profile.
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too: Spring Feint
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too. Saturday, February 4, 2012. Still a short winter day,. Yet the jonquil come play. By the mailbox out front. In a gentle breeze sway. See the crocus shoot up. Like the kettle corn pop. As each crystal of frost. Turns a cool dewy drop. Feel as icy new dawns. To a warm sunny day. That we wish would come stay. Though refreshing this be. On the winter's side lee. Is a truth all too clear. That more winter we see. But for now savor joy. Of a once little boy. Who discovers each spring.
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too: April 2011
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too. Sunday, April 24, 2011. To My Daughter For Her Easter Birthday. I liken her verve to a songbird's,. When observed with a casual air,. Her questions a streaming litany,. Observations with all freely share. As alert as a raptor when hunting,. And as early as early birds get,. Almost nothing escapes her attention. She is dogged when her mind is set. No idea in her reach is unnoticed,. She consumes like a vacuum each sign,. And with equally startling clarity,. Links to this post.
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too: August 2011
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Rhymes and Sundries, Too. Saturday, August 27, 2011. Fair Nature's equalizing howl. Carries aloft the bitter growl. Of property and plans afoul,. Occasioning the spit or scowl;. But, some can count their blessings due,. As natures hand has passed them true,. And numbered they the lucky few,. Who dodged the fury storm which drew. The children cooped with tempers flared,. For "She touched me" or too long stared,. While mother gets the camp prepared. In downstairs room we all must share;. Links to this post.
