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The Heart of Danny Boy

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I look and see her coming, I softly start to neigh
Telling her I’m waiting, for her to come my way
She doesn’t really know it, but she is my dearest friend
I know I’ll travel with her, until the day I end

And, once when we were riding, she slipped off to the ground
I simply stood beside her, until help did come around
That’s what friends always do, they stay right by the side
A horse with his rider, you just cannot divide

We loved equestrian jumping events, they were our specialty
You wore dressage riding clothes as we traveled the country
You always took extra care so I would look my best
I proudly held my head up high, prancing to the contest

It was our life, we created a bond, those memories to hold
You can go back with your thought, but a picture is pure gold
We knew one day it would have to end, time does not stand still
Know in your heart, I see you, looking down from up the hill


The Heart of Golf for 2023

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There’s a thankfulness at the end of our year, twenty twenty-three
My golfing friends have joined around to share this time, you see
We play each week, we try our best, it doesn’t always work
But one thing is for certain, we all think golf’s a perk

Look to see what has been built, the friendships we see here
We try out best to play our best, the game it is quite clear
If our ball lands in the water or maybe out of bounds
We just think we will do better with more practice rounds

We talk about the things in life, we laugh and we have fun
One day a week, we join together, hopefully under the sun
As we continue to work at golf, knowing the sun slips away
In our hearts we will always know, the game we had to play

Chapter 4 – Feeling the Block

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I had a thought not so long ago, the thought inside my head
No one else can hear the thought unless I speak instead
The problem is, and sometimes was, spoken words are said
They pop on out and fill the air, like magic, a word thread

And, if the thought is not so kind, spoken is not the way
For I would think that spoken words can surely make me pay
I doubt that thoughts, unkind thoughts, really want to stay
So, I close my mouth and my eyes to communicate with Frey

Then, of course, my mouth doth choose to override my brain
It isn’t what I want to say, but it takes off like a train
As my words head down the track, causing much disdain
I grab a glass of water, to wash away the pain

It isn’t what I meant to say or say it to be mean
My brain works faster than it should, a little like caffeine
I have to work on slowing down, the words I need to screen
Forgive me, please, it could be worse, not funny but obscene

I’m probably not so different, but sometimes I feel I am
Different can be good, especially for making jam
Unlike tasty eating, different speaking may even slam
Maybe I just need to isolate, into a far-off ashram

I might learn what is normal, for a whacky brain like mine
Do I fit into a crowd, or let the sun just shine?
Not sure I could do it, for to think is my assign
Guess I’ll relax and think about it, with a glass of wine


The Little Doll

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A little girl with a golden curl
A smile upon her face
Drawing was great, art to create
All in her perfect place
Then best of all, she got her first doll
A gift she could not replace
The doll clothes were nice, classic like spice
Trimmed in intricate lace

She loved the doll, it became her all
Playing throughout the day
The treasured gift of love, seemed sent from above
The gift she kept on display
As time does arrange, her behavior did change
Growing older as time will convey
In the box the doll went, no more time spent
“I’ll keep her forever!” she did say

The family did move, their life to improve
To a ranch with a running river
The doll went along, inside its box so strong
Valued like gold or silver
Her new life began, studying her plan
Her speech one day to deliver
But before all of that, fate came and sat
For a lesson it seemed to give her

The rain had begun, it was unsung
The water in the river ran high
The dam didn’t hold and they were told
Evacuate, stay safe and dry
The time wasn’t there, to choose or care
The thought wasn’t even of why
Grab it and run, the flood has begun
Her mother began to cry

The sun’s warmth did try, to make it all dry
The water was just everywhere
Check all your things, as the Robin still sings
She thought she could find it there
Lo and behold, the box to unfold
When opened, she could only just stare
The beautiful doll, the water did maul
Her tears the measure of care

Now all is gone, the end of this song
The memory is stuck in the cave
To hold would be nice, in spite of the strife
It is just how we learn to behave
The beauty to see, is how to believe
This memory so important to save
For me this best thought, the story the doll brought
Was the memory my beloved sister gave

Chapter 3 – Realizing the Block

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Things. Things are just everywhere. Not heart-felt feelings, just things. Got to buy this, got to buy that and pretty soon those “things” are off to a thrift store. Are you happy yet?

I had a little thought, it popped into my head
It wasn’t really anything, just something I had said
I said it wasn’t kind, I said it wasn’t true
I began to think, it’s neither me nor you

Just when I felt release, escape from pending dread
Reality again became the spot inside my head
You don’t know for sure, what really is the truth
The man wearing green is hiding in the booth

That’s when I decided, to my own self be true
I cannot begin to undo what others put us through
For never in our lifetime, have we felt the need to try
To determine who the liar is, as they continue to decry

There has to be some good, in learning to discern
That which is affecting us, that is our main concern
The latest news came out, it gave horrific facts
There really are evil people, hiding in their tracks

It’s hard for me to understand those incapable of love
They must not have received the gift, the gift from heaven above
It’s an elite sense of authority, they think they are better than you
Quite unable to feel the heart, the heart that is so true

Fight with me, fight with you, what a waste of time
I have an idea, I speak the thought, then I hear a chime
The chime is the reminder, that time is running short
If we intend to beat this, let’s turn it into sport

See if you can discern who really tells the truth
Look past your previous ego, become a searching sleuth
Look for documentation backed up by facts in print
Journalists have become storytellers, that is one big hint

When we reach the finish line, only then will you know
Your heart will be racing, it’s time for them to go
We deserve peace on earth, we want peace for sure
Stop listening to lying jerks, your heart with facts assure