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Speaking of Wine

As I begin to write this, I truly understand
That kindness is a gift to self, a gift of sweet demand
For when you give to someone else, it comes back to your heart
The feeling strong within a song from you it does not part
And once I gave a gift of wine, I thought the gift unique
I forgot that the receiver was a connoisseur, a wine geek
It should not have mattered for if I could not tell
The person who received the gift was just an awkward quell
For he did not know that I had tried so to impress
It mattered not to him, he could not have cared less
The gift to him was just a thing, his finances were so great
It did not make a difference, for proud had been my state
I tried to make an impression, for that I realize now
Impressions do not the person make, I learned this, oh and how
I learned that to give a gift can only be an act
The act of giving kindness, for sure it is a fact
When your heart is right you know, the gift it may be tough
Remember it’s the thought that counts, and that will be enough

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When I Miss Her

I’m working on a memory, for me it rings so true
The constant thought I’m thinking, and then I feel so blue
She was a solid corner in my world it seems to be
And even though she’s disappeared, I can feel her next to me

For as I said my thoughts ring true, a mind cannot escape
A mind that works continually, it has no constant shape
The mind is second to the heart, for that is when we know
We know the heart is beating because we feel it as we go

So that, dear friends, is all we know when we agreed to be
A stronger feeling within the song, the beating continually
We know we live because we hear the song our heart does beat
The beating heart connects to all, to everyone we meet

Don’t dismay when one is gone, it’s something we cannot see
Just as the heart connects to all, remember it’s like the tree
The roots go here and over there, a connection to the earth
It’s where we are from, to where we go, as we have known from birth


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And When My Heart Breaks

I write because my heart does break
I write because I laugh
I write as rain begins to pour
But that is only half

So as I write I hear the voice
To me its sound so sweet
The voice I hear continues on
Celebrating as complete

For when you know it is not sure
You only say what is
For everything is incomplete
When it is not your biz

The thought that maybe you would hear
The sound disrupting song
The song is intertwined with life
Much like where you belong

As we move, our hearts do beat
It’s clear from what we hear
The song is pushing into us
What is or isn’t near

Once again we move ourselves
With this each passing day
We only know what we can know
And, then for us to say

I need a change, I want a new
As this life is not to be
You think you know what isn’t there
Did you stop to hear the tree?

Yes, a tree, the fool knows not
For life is all around
The music beats within the soul
The meaning becomes the sound

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Sometimes You Laugh

I flitted around the room one day, then decided to make a call

The call I made to someone, that someone is quite the doll

As we began to speak our minds, I noticed we started to giggle

The less we spoke, the more we laughed, soon I began to jiggle

I jiggled because I laughed so hard about what was never said

The more we laughed, the funnier it was, the laughter stuck in my head

The laugh died down but not for long as we burst out laughing again

I decided it was time to stop the call as the laughing would never end

Before I knew it the phone did ring, the person calling was new

We spoke a little and soon it began, the laughing began to spew

I thought to myself, “How can this be?” for soon goodbye was said

The only thing that could be heard to me was the laughter in my head

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When Dreams are a Gift

I had a dream a few nights ago, it was vivid and clear to me

In my dream I walked my dogs, on a path and by a tree

When suddenly above my head a shadow did appear

I looked up to see what was frightening me to calm my inner fear

I saw a bird so very large, it was incredibly beautiful, you see

As it flew, I knew it was true, the bird, an eagle from history

First he swooped around my group, then he decided to land

That’s when the eagle looked at me, I noticed the problem at hand

Around its leg a string had wrapped with a kite dragging behind

That’s when I knew he needed my help so he was no longer confined

I tried to figure out how I could unwrap from his leg that string

Just as I tried to help the bird, I awoke with an energetic zing

I knew that a dream can be a vision, a vision of something ahead

But the question was what I had to do to prepare for the walk instead

I needed something that I could use to cut the string from the leg

That beautiful eagle had to be free I felt the bird did beg

I cannot help but relate it to how in this world where we all live

That freedom is key, remarkably, something we cannot give

Freedom comes from within our souls, it is a gift with which we are born

The eagle represents freedom to us, this eagle to me did warn

Go back to sleep, look deep in your heart, find a way to even the score

Figure it out how to cut the string, so once again I, the eagle, can soar

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As the Earth Evolves

The twisted mind is untwisting

It moves about to find clarity in its existence

The light that is shining is opening the mind, helping in every way

We are destined to find the light and clarity

As we move towards ascension, the earth will change

It is changing already, but the change is different

It is not about political control or immigration or perceived unjust issues

The evolution of the planet is happening and you are invited

You can experience the newness of evolution and change

It is not what you think UNLESS you look deep within and feel the change

You must use your heart, you must allow your heart with its intense intuition

The intuition of the open heart, hearts that are so powerful

Hearts that create change, positive enduring change

Its not what you think, it will be what you feel

Close your eyes, open your heart and feel

Feel the change, the ascension is emerging

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And When You’re Too…Hm

It seemed to be a flashing, off the distance is the light

I didn’t know about it until it was brought into my sight

So, before I started thinking it was something that needed care

I just kept seeing all the people, the people who seemed to stare

What was it they were doing in the middle of the day?

Why wouldn’t they take a minute and come to me to say?

Finally I discovered, my person was the distract

Following me was a problem, for which the golfers lacked

They lacked the ability to see, it seemed to be too bright

They couldn’t see the fairway, because of great white light

Because the sun was shining on this beautiful warm spring day

The comfort of my clothes was simply for golf play

Carefully I dressed myself in short pants and a shirt

Not realizing my effect, an effect that might just hurt

The effect it caused was from my legs, my legs were really white

My legs were hidden from the sun through all the winter spite

And as the sun hit my legs, the color, the brilliance, it beamed

A beam of light shown everywhere, as bright as the sun it seemed

The reflection of the sun on white, the brilliance was just too bold

All the golfers following me were blinded I am told

Not one could see the fairway nor hit the solid green

Finally someone said to me, please cover your legs, Eileen

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The Resort of Retort

As I write this, I notice that I’m feeling sad and excited at the same time. Is that even possible? I am sad for the things that I lost last year while I am excited for the beginnings that a new year will bring. Last year was tough, and I believe that the new year will bring us more challenges. Hopefully, it will help us to develop in ways that we didn’t know possible. With that said, I turn to my favorite pastime.

I write for fun but as I sit
It occurs to me, I’m drawn to wit

The pen is dull and cannot write
Worse is the brain so out of site

I hear it calling, golf has a sound
The club head clicking, the ball hits the ground

But, then comes the real spirit of sport
When a shot is missed, it’s the sound of retort

The words are gems, they come in all sizes
They really don’t help, especially with prizes

So we decided to keep a bag with money
From all the retorts that aren’t pure honey

We build the bag each week we play
It is easy to fill, the bag on display

It helps us to work through the game we love
A few words here and not from above

I prefer those retorts as they are seldom and few
Much better than throwing a club on cue

It is a good thing, this pot of bills
Helping build parties, defusing the wills

So I hit the tee shot, it bounced on the path
That darn ball it landed to create my wrath

It bounced and planted itself in the tree
I’m sure the ball was laughing at me

And, yes, I said it, my heart did instill
The words that you say when a shot is nil

So, here’s to the ladies who play the game
All of us contribute, one and the same

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The Oak Tree on 3

The oak tree has fallen, crashed to the ground

The space it had taken, the green it’s surround

The beauty is gone, and the challenge is too

The tree required planning for those playing through

Not only does it change the spot that we knew

It is the absence of challenge we know to be true

We hope a replacement will indeed take its place

So we can continue playing that hole with grace

Maybe graceful is better so much as we

Make a tribute from us to hole number three

In the end, the beautiful tree has died and, for me, I cried

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As the Light Shines In

What, my love, would love do? I can hear it in her voice

The answer is so easy, as there is no other choice

What am I being asked to do? When each new day begins

The sunlight glows so brightly, as if we have no sins

The opportunity to ride the wave, the wave of light I’m sure

It may be a new beginning, this working towards a pure

The pure version of ourselves, a version we really need

Cleanse the air, open our eyes, take time to plant the seed

The seed will grow to our delight, it needs our help as well

This time we are heading for the new, and it’s going to ring our bell

Listen up, dear friends and listen foe, for you need to be aware

The time has come for a new to replace, the old so full of despair

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A Beautiful Life

Death has no meaning, without it I’m leaning
Towards a view of a beautiful life
I know not what’s yonder, and will constantly ponder
The view of the beautiful life

So let’s have it all, before the great fall
The beautiful life as it exists
Each day is a blessing, as we are expressing
Our beautiful view which resists

It resists the need, to be negative indeed
We continue on our merry way
Look deep inside, for instinct will ride
Guiding us through our heyday

Yes, heyday, you might say, the reality is day
Again we choose beautiful life
We continue to shop, look not to stop
The gift of the beautiful life

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As Time Passes

Sitting here listening to songs of the old
The 60s Folk Radio is just solid gold
My brain churns with memory, the memory so fresh
My heart soon joins the intertwined mesh

Funny the feelings I get from a song
The feelings are strong, I must sing along
Melancholy overcomes me as I think back in time
The things that have changed are not the sublime

Sublime is beauty and runs very deep
The things of this country, I want to keep
The pain of change can really be sad
Take time to remember, it may not be bad

When a rose is a bud, it looks stoic and small
The petals soon open, attractive and tall
The bud is a blossom, for the better I see
It would only be better as part of a tree

Remember the rose will rise again
The bush may be hidden inside of a glen
For when it does, the beauty so deep
The stunning vision will keep me from sleep

The Antelope watches from his perch on the plain
He has no limits as he roams his terrain
His freedom not calculated for he’s free to roam
After all and to all, this is his home

No one tells him what he should drink
How he should talk or what to think
He is free, as free as they come
For the rest of us, well, it is probably done

So, watch for the rose as it blooms for real
See the beauty of the rose with all its appeal
The sunrise approaches, I hope it is red
The sunset will happen, no matter what’s said

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The Sad of My Heart

It seems to me that I’m quite sad, it may not even show

I talk a lot to everyone, some people I hardly know

The void that comes with losing, a person or even a dog

The feeling can be excruciating, my view sees only a fog

For loving comes in many ways, a hug, a thought, a gift

To this I speak as if I know, maybe it will help uplift

The only part that satisfies, the absence in my heart

Are the memories that I take, from which I will not part

I see the face, I touch the skin, I know it will no longer be

For the very person, the one I love, has gone away from me

Her picture a clear reminder, of the love that people share

She knows that I will never stop, loving her with such care

The spot in my heart, will always remain, as time continues on

The spot she laid her anchor, a spot for one last song

“How Great Thou Art” I heard us sing, we stood right by her side

The beginning, the end, we knew it would come, we met it with great pride

The pride was for a life well lived, a life she truly had

The good far greater than my pain, for me, I’m no longer sad

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It Is Only Temporary

I have a really hard time.

I have a hard time listening to people talk so horribly about other people. It doesn’t matter the political party. It matters how WE treat other people. I believe that when we speak badly of other people we lose sight of who WE are. I was taught to look at how I can make a difference. I’m not so sure that I can make a difference if I am constantly criticizing other people. Norman Vincent Peale made such an impression on me. He always spoke about the power of positive thinking. I really believe that that power exists inside of us and that we must always take the high road. We need to work on ourselves first. We need to look at ourselves ONLY. It doesn’t matter what other people say or do. It matters how we react and how we think and, then, what we do. We have more of an impact if we provide positive ideas and positive attitudes. Yes, I’m sure I sound idealistic but I believe it. I remember teaching a first year volleyball team. They didn’t know what they didn’t know. They did everything I asked them to do because they never knew they couldn’t do it. They JUST did it. It was amazing. It was the best experience. It really taught me that if you believe in the good, it will happen. So, I believe it is time to stop looking at the bad and think about how we can implement the good. WE. Yes, it is time we stepped up to the plate.

I remember now why I loved to learn

It mattered not where I was

I remember now that the result was good

It mattered only because

I can believe I grew to be

A person of quiet type

I type and say the words so clear

For you to take the insight

So, now I am asking for you to look

Beyond the site of the view

For when you see what is really there

It will not be all so new

For you can make a difference today

If you try and see for a distance

You will never know what you can do

Until you fight the resistance

Be a good person, she said with a smile

You know it is in your blood

Take the time to be who you are

And, all will be understood

Then – I thank you.

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Hope is the Vision

The butterfly flitted as it went on past

Its intent to connect with the plant was cast

It didn’t seem to matter what I did to distract

The butterfly knew it would not react

Then, came the sparrow and it, too, went on

Listening I could hear the bird singing a song

The words were distinct but I could no longer hear

The bird had just drifted too far from my ear

The next thing arrived, it was a snake in the grass

It slithered along, its silence, the pass

The snake made a hiss as forward it went

It moved so slowly, with focused intent

All the creatures were reminders of times from the past

When life was a breeze without a gray cast

And, now, the great vision is too hard to see

What will happen today or what the future will be

What has happened in the now is hard to believe

The locking of time, what it feels like to grieve

We’re not always aware of what we have from a look

The limited view, the cover of a book

The contents of the book are discovered through reading

The author is asking us, sometimes a pleading

Read my story, please read it, from beginning to end

Let the story unfold so you can pretend

Pretend to know what the ending might be

The ending a wonder, what you cannot know or see

It might be a surprise that ends quite happy

It might be a sadness that ends a bit sappy

If written so we can reflect on our lives

The reflection will mirror, becoming archives

Moving through time, we learn to belong

We find salvation in a bird’s song

Do not lose hope, the bird did sing

Hope is the future and what it will bring

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The Stare

You keep staring at me

I can’t figure out what you see

I work on my computer or read my email

And, I feel it

You are staring!

So, how does your mind work?

Every so often, I see a glimpse of the how

When you run into the room, you want attention

You get in my face

You push, you move, you keep getting in my face

I know you are smarter than most

In fact, I know you are a fast learner

Very, very sharp

How did I get so lucky as to find you?

Hm. I think you found me.

Ok. You found us.

Stay for a very long time and continue to be my companion

Take me for walks, stare at me with those big amazing eyes

I guess I don’t care that you stare

Because I like the attention

I feel it.

I feel your devoted attention

Stay for as long as you can

And, keep me company

Take me for walks

And, let me throw the rope

Bound into my bedroom in the morning

Begging to play

You are a special dog

A special dog who I wholeheartedly love

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In Times of Trouble

It takes a little time, but it never gets old

Looking, I see the world as it starts to unfold

We don’t know the outcome, I’m not sure we dare

We get through the day, this is what we share

It is scary and not, I think with my heart

It seems we will welcome a new life and start

Life changes so quickly and we cannot flee

Adjusting our priorities, soon this you will see

I’m feeling the peace from a source of pure love

I believe it comes from the heavens above

It is not superficial, it depends on your thought

Be careful what you think as it can cause you to rot

Look at your neighbor, you spouse, your loved ones, your friend

See the good in them always, everyday without end

Trust that the source will bring forward good things

Things like summer, and flowers, and the bird that sings

I doubt we will know what has happened throughout

It is more than we bargained for, this is no doubt

I still believe that from this, good will come

Heavenly bodies surround us, protecting us as one

Some leave us here, for it is time that they go

But, believe that we remember what it takes to live so

Use your trust, your hope and your faith that is strong

For our collective heart to which we all belong

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A Little Kindness

The kindness of a willing heart is sometimes just profound

When we encounter someone’s heart, it makes a certain sound

As the sound comes rushing in, to our ear’s delight

What we hear builds feeling within, sometimes as inner sight

Meander along, oh heart of mind, and fix your troubled soul

Look for kindness everywhere, removing the blocks that stole

They steal the bliss if we let them, only we can let it go

So, onward into happiness, let kindness willingly flow

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Elvis Old Bull

I’m writing to you, Elvis, as I know not where you are

It seems your time expired and I can only see so far

You were among the greatest, the best I’d ever seen

Not that I’m a critic, it is just what I really mean

I mean I felt so lucky that I was able to see you play

It was during the high school journey, back in your heyday

As a teacher and coach, it was fun to see it all

I saw your skill as a player, I watched you handle the ball

Somehow your memory won’t leave me, I think of you often, you see

Of all the players I coached, you were not on a team with me

I worked with many great players, I’m fortune for my career

It’s just that you were a legend, in a time when people would cheer

They cheered your amazing talent, a star in the sky shining bright

A star whose light stopped blinking, on a somber and fateful night

Sometimes when I look into the sky, a brilliant star blinks there

I hope it’s you playing basketball, for all of us who care

The Legend of Elvis Old Bull

The Great Falls Tribune

Jay Daniels: A tribute to Crow basketball legend Elvis D. Old Bull

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As Friends Do

You are my friend

To the bitter end

I knew what I said was true

Your heart filled with fun

Enjoying the sun

This certainly was the first clue

As life leads us down

A path with no crown

We think we know what to do

Other times we are lost

Sometimes it does cost

So, we look for a sky of blue

We hope and dream

That things will seem

To be just as before

We cannot predict

Or mark with a stick

As we know not what is in store

We spend time together

As birds of a feather

We continue to look for more

And then in the end

We can comprehend

That good will even the score

So keep your heart beating

The feeling often fleeting

Keep love the look on your face

The face will shine

And we will be fine

Knowing we’ve had a good race

We have each other’s back

For the things that we lack

We keep it as part of our space

We continue on

Knowing we belong

To each other in our perfect place

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The Sly of the Wolf

I tiptoe quietly through the forest, and no one sees me go

I’m cunning like a fox but I’m bigger and stronger, you know?

My beauty is not just skin deep as I walk with swagger and pride

Do not compare me to some little dog, a dog couldn’t match my stride

Notice my eyes, they have that look, something that is rarely seen

I calculate movements to ensure survival, my instincts sharp and keen

So, watch your back if you’re in the forest, and no one sees you go

I’ll be there watching, sneaking around, and you won’t even know

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The Buffalo

There were 16 million and then they shot them dead

When there were only 400, not much more could be said

But, finally people got a clue, realizing with great dread

Before the next gun was fired, they soon would all be dead

As we speak in living, our words become thoughts instead

It’s not that we had reason, it existed within our head

Of that from which I speak, the truth seems to have fled

Our ability is to see the light, when we are in dark instead

When we uproot the living, the consequences are read

Saving lives is not so simple, as every life can be bled

To change thoughts and opinion, that change must be fed

The food comes from knowledge, knowledge to which we must wed

The light is looking brighter, from the dark we want to shed

Opening our thoughts to knowledge, knowledge as food, our bread

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The Water Flows

Trickle

Or, flow

I see the water with the snow

Beauty

Or, divine

I feel inspiration shine

Silence

Or, sound

The feelings always astound

Peace

Or, love

The heart opens from above

Trickle

Or, flow

Movement on the go

Beauty

Or, divine

I take it as a sign

Silence

Or, sound

Sometimes both are profound

Peace

Or, love

Much like an spiritual dove

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Just For Today

I’m trying to be more creative, which isn’t always so easy

When I think I’m moving along, and being really quite breezy

The earth comes to an immediate halt, the TV is blaring its noise

I cannot think my thoughts, thoughts turn away from my poise

I watch the traffic as it passes, the cars move by in a stream

Sometimes they move too quickly, I feel as if I could scream

But, then I see my puppies, wagging and looking so sweet

I know in a very short minute, the happiness with which they greet

For nothing is quite as rewarding, as a dog to follow you around

They are wonderful little creatures, sometimes making not a sound

And, as my life moves forward, I’m sure of how it will be

For nothing can remove my happiness, protected in my heart by me

Is there anything else in this world for us to really share?

A path created by love and happiness, the way is always to care

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The King

There once was a King, on a throne he did sing

A throne he did not know existed

When he discovered his role, he decided to go

So, things became rather twisted

It’s not that he knew, his fate to be true

For a shrew had him over a barrel

He knew she was a witch, an ordinary snitch

And, that put him in great peril

His thoughts suddenly cast, a link to the past

He knew it would result in a fix

The shrew would melt away, and he could just say

I’m the ruler with a great many tricks.

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The Meaning of Slant

She said, “Your head is crooked.”

“Yes, I know. But, one eye is lower than the other.

Well, the Hutterite doctor took his thumb and pushed into my mouth to try to straighten my eyes.

It didn’t work…

So, now I’m 90, well, I will be next month.

I think my view is slanted.”

She said, “Do you really think your view is slanted? I think it is just that you have a great sense of humor.”

“Oh, no. I know my view is slanted. Take, for instance, the money I get. I’m pretty sure it is burning a hole in my pocket.

So, I need to spend it, I think.

And, I might go to college next semester.”

She said, “Really? What are you going to study?”

“I might study geology but I’m not sure. I’m a pretty good artist, too. Maybe I will take an art class.

Because my view is slanted, I could put a good slant on a picture.”

She said, “You have a unique view of life. I think you are right. Your point of view is a very good slant.”

“Well, I think I’m going to continue with my point of view. I’m going to continue to use my sense of humor to help people smile. I’m going to take a college class and learn something new. And, I’m going to continue to slant. You know, one eye is lower than the other. It gives me a unique look and a very unique look on life.”

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Happy Birthday, Hubby

I wonder if you know who you really are

You are quite complex, you know

There is nothing simple about you

Not your walk or your talk or even your sense of humor

I’ve never met anyone quite like you

You portray the grizzly bear but underneath is the teddy bear

I never tire of listening to you when you are inflamed by a topic

It feeds your deep desire to know

So, you search and read and learn and continue to search

You are quite complex, you know

I will always be grateful that I met you

And, had this wonderful opportunity to share your life

We have done so many wonderful things together

Traveling here and there

We have experienced the good and the bad

We seem to survive with a better understanding of what is important

It can be quite complex, you know

I knew it wouldn’t be easy to be married to you

But, I don’t think marriage should be easy

It should be an intense learning experience, and it has been

I couldn’t have married anyone other than you, you and I both know that

You touched my inner soul

And, that is quite complex, you know

My love for you is so very deep and so

I hope this birthday is special, as special and complex as you are

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The Head or the Heart

“The winner takes all.” she said. So, I listened with my head

“You must use the positive start.” So, I listened with my heart.

That’s all I needed to know, for the heart to win just so

The heart is the source of feeling, emotion from it revealing

If your heart is always used, it will lead you from being confused

When dealing with human life, free from worry, free from strife

It is the path that will work out, from this there is no doubt

It takes patience to learn, and is not something of concern

When thinking with your head, remember, it is the ego instead

It is certainly an art, that of thinking with the heart

The next time you need to know, close your eyes to think quite slow

The answer will come to you, as if quite out of the blue

Your heart will always deliver, and you will be a true believer

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The Poisoned Mind

I wander along the path as it never ends

I find that people do not want to make amends

They would rather be biting and hateful and such

It doesn’t really matter who they hurt so much

They tell lies and stories to meet their needs

Their stories loaded with ideas to create disease

As they poison the minds of those that are near

No one checks the story or they would find fear

That someone could manipulate and so easily sway

Not one person will stop it or stand in the way

So, I wander the path as it never ends

Knowing that I will find gracious peace with my friends

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The Hummingbird

Today is not the same as it was yesterday. Hm. Well, that isn’t anything new. I was watching the birds in the yard. Ok, I think they were talking to me. But, mostly, they were just being birds and, oh, I forgot to tell you that they are hummingbirds. Yes, they buzz around and are good for the pomegranates. I just love pomegranates. And, I really love hummingbirds.

Once, while sitting, I knew what I saw

A tiny hummingbird without any flaw

It changed direction and flew by my ear

I wanted to touch it and hold it near

Looking at the bird, I saw the shimmer

Its sparkling feathers were all about glimmer

As it moved, it hummed from which came its name

What a unique descriptor giving it fame

I’m delighted to say that we have not just one

Each morning I watch them as I sit in the sun

They hum and move and create such delight

I want them to stay close, within my sight

I want them to hum so my heart takes a jump

Then, one flies by me, the tiniest little chump

I hear it, I see it, I wish I could touch

I just really love the hummingbird so very much

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The Songwriter, She Said

There once was a chance to write a song

It was an easy decision, it didn’t take long

She didn’t know how so she pretended to write

It was easy for her because she knew how to type

Away went her fingers as her brain worked hard

Thinking her song would belong on a star card

The song was written and promised to be good

So, she looked around to see where she stood

She started to ask people who might buy

Her precious song, she breathed with a sigh

Suddenly, she realized her song was wronged

It was a poem for which no melody belonged

In the end, she hunts for the person with a tune

To match the poem that someone would croon

Now she sits and chuckles as she types her words

Maybe songwriting is just for the birds!

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A Mother’s Thought

“I love my kids,” said the mother, though no one was around

From afar I watched her tears fall, she wasn’t making a sound

“It all goes too fast. They are here and then gone.”

“I want to be the elf on the shelf so I learn to be strong.”

So, I walked over to her and asked her to speak

The story as she saw it, I hoped she wasn’t meek

She agreed and began saying it had been a shock

To have a baby so soon in her happy state of wedlock

The sweet baby was healthy, and cried when born

So tiny and cute so easy to adorn

She did her best to raise her child so dear

Often making choices just out of fear

For the safety of the child, it always came first

She was so very proud, she thought she would burst

But, then, came the day that fate would end

As her child made a choice not one of pretend

Her child left her life in the blink of an eye

A drunk driver the cause, the driver didn’t cry

As she looked at me, I saw her heart was broken

There was nothing to say so nothing was spoken

I only knew that when the time had come

The choice was made without a rule of thumb

The mother was left to continue her life

And, in her heart, would consistently be strife

There is no cure for the loss of a child

The heart will always ache and feel defiled

I thanked her for her story, slowly I walked away

I really didn’t know what I could say

I knew I couldn’t help her to resolve her pain

I hoped she would find peace in her beautiful brain

So, I asked that the angels be with her instead

To keep her mind and heart safe, away from the dread

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The 280Z

My first car was gorgeous, a silver 280Z

I couldn’t believe my father had picked it for me

Of course, I had to pay the price of the magnificent car

It would carry me away to my first job afar

It earned the name “Silver Streak” because it was fast

Thinking as a race car driver, I would zoom on past

It was a kick to see my mother drive it one day

She put the pedal to the metal, zipping away

It was a great car, I’m so glad that I survived

My driving was good, always thankful I arrived

My students one day as students sometimes do

Wanted to see how many would fit in this car made for two

So, eight of the students, they all piled in

It wouldn’t hold anymore, not even a pin

They squeezed and laughed and fit themselves tight

They could hardly breath, try as they might

I laugh at this memory of my students and my car

The “Silver Streak” for me was simply a motorized super star

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Community Neighbor

If I could choose a happiness, I know what it would be

It would be for my neighbors, to try and be kind to me

As silly as this sounds, it is not a desperate plea

It is only meant to open eyes, for some just cannot see

The beauty of a neighbor exists in someone’s heart

Treating people kindly is what it takes to start

A community of neighbors when placed in just one cart

They soon become united, a family tree on a chart

I’ve lived in this community for many, many years

I have a lot of friends, some make the best of peers

This has been a safe haven, I’ve not had any fears

Living here has been such fun, sometimes I just do cheers

We came here to golf, and found so much more

It felt like a paradise, I think we really made a score

Hopefully for you, my friend, this story’s not a bore

To this end, I will stop, creating my folklore

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Airport Angel

Once, when traveling on an airplane flight

I sat next to a young girl who was so polite

She seemed distressed as our flight was delayed

Her connection would be tight, not well played

She didn’t know the airport or location of the gate

I said I would help her so she wouldn’t be late

My decision to help her get to her plane

Yes, at times, I do things that are not quite sane

I ran up behind her and said with glee

“To get to your gate on time, just follow me!”

So, off we rushed through the terminal so fast

I said, “Use the ramp, we will move on past.”

“On the left!” I shouted and it was really loud

I wanted to move through the very slow crowd

“Keep going, keep going!” to her I said

“Your gate is at the end,” on the display I just read

“I think you will make it. It is right over there!”

“Good luck to you, safe travels, and take care!”

She turned to me and waved as she said goodbye

“You are my airport angel. You helped me to fly.”

It is a fun memory, and it felt really good

Helping a stranger is something well understood

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What Students Have Taught Me

When I began to teach, I learned quickly that things were sometimes not as they seemed. I learned that when a student falls asleep, it might be because the student was tired, not bored, not disrespectful, just plain tired. It was because they didn’t get to sleep, you know, like a missed opportunity. I learned that some students worked at jobs after school. I learned that some students lived in situations that were not healthy. I learned that some students had great parents. And, that some didn’t. I also learned that if I read the test questions to a student who seemed to have a reading problem, the student usually knew the answer. I didn’t know about dyslexia at the time. I just knew that the student knew the answer and I thought he couldn’t read. So, I read to him.

I also learned that some students didn’t live with their own family. Some were in foster care. Sometimes a student might live with a boyfriend. Some were living away from home because the home was uninhabitable. But, interestingly, they still all came to school.

So, I learned to try to look past the surface. I wanted to find a way to see the student as the person, not as anything other than who they truly were. I looked for ways to make school fun. I will always believe that a person learns more if they are having fun, if they are enjoying themselves.

Sometimes when I saw a student’s head on the desk, I would ask the student if they were okay. Then, I let them sleep. I’m pretty sure there are a lot of teachers who would do that. I can hear a teacher reading this and saying, “Yes, I’ve done that.”

But, I also tried to do what was best.

I coached volleyball. I loved it. I was fortunate enough to start a program. We were all beginners, the players and me. When I took the job, my principal told me that my job was to have a winning team. He didn’t tell me that we were supposed to have fun. It was the goal of a varsity team to win. So, I tried to do that. It wasn’t always easy because my players didn’t know what the principal had said to me. They wanted to win because it seemed like the right thing to do. And, they always seemed to play their hearts out. Oh…my…gosh. But, not all players understood that we were playing to win. Some thought volleyball was a club that they could “join.” I never quite understood that. It wasn’t a club. It was a competitive team. Still, it was new and not everyone understood the goal. And, in the back of my mind, I still just wanted to have fun. Oh, and a side note – the program I started – has won 10 state championships. The players have been and are continuing to be phenomenal. And, it does all go back to that, the players, the students.

The memories I have of what students have said to me over the time that I coached would probably fill a book. It was great. Well, most of the time. One student used to call me “Ma’am” and I loved it. One told me “I did just what you told me to do.” This was after she had made a perfect approach and killed the ball. I was thrilled. They actual listened. To me. What an honor. They demonstrated respect at every turn. I loved my players! I loved my students! Ok. So, I have a lot of love in my heart. Just imagine if you are my really good friend…well, kind of like all my students.

I cannot have had a better teaching career. I taught students from kindergarten through college level. How blessed I have been. And, it was fun. Way too much fun. Can you imagine living your life and just having enormous amounts of fun. Well, that’s my teaching life. – FUN. But, it is all because of who I was able to teach – those darn students, and I do love them all. Every single one!!

I could go on and on but I promised myself that I would only write short narratives. So, I’ll skip the part about where the students pushed me into the pool and, no, I was not in a swimming suit.

And, then, I started teaching teachers…yes, that is an entirely different story. And, yes, it is filled with fun…

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The Teacher

I started teaching when I was quite young

It was never about teaching, it was mostly about fun

The students would come to my class to learn

It was soon apparent that I wasn’t too stern

I wanted to teach about the ways of life

How to handle yourself amidst crisis and strife

We seemed to talk a lot during our class

Not exactly what students needed for tests to pass

Some days students had more than their share

Of difficulties at home, sometimes from elsewhere

I would listen because they needed to talk

It was part of the job, I didn’t want them to walk

They needed help, and they sought it from me

So, I soon became like a listening tree

I was amazed at what students had to endure

My hope was that talking would help with a cure

Or, maybe just help to see the way ahead

To know life had more for them instead

Instead of the strife that was holding them back

They needed opportunity to start a new track

I have good memories from these many years

Now, thinking about teaching, it brings me to tears

I am thankful for the time I was able to teach

I only hope I gave a positive speech

It wasn’t always easy but I loved it so

Love implanted in my heart for the students I owe


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As Little Girls Grow

I could hear it expressly in her little voice so tight

“I can do it! I can do it!” as she tried with all her might

I did not know if she could, I really did not care

I only cared that she would try surpassing every snare

For her to have the courage to try, she would learn to lean on hope

Knowing this would be her crutch in learning how to cope

For each little baby step she took was huge along the way

It helped secure her footing that she would need each day

And, when she was successful, I saw her face light up

I knew that she would be okay, this child so like a pup

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Dr. Caputo

I don’t think the smile ever left your face

As you led us through Italy at your own special pace

You told us stories of you long ago

We listened intently, it was great, you know?

Your history has grown into a story to hear

A history, when heard, for all to revere

As you retire from Gonzaga, there can be no replacement

People like you are rare because you are a statement

Let me reiterate, you are one for the books

You will be missed, your voice and unique good looks

We thank you wholeheartedly for all that you’ve done

It is time to start retirement as a new type of fun

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The Sound of Thinking

Sometimes when I ponder, my brain begins to wander

I just think about so many different things,

I roll back the time, to when I was in my prime

I may have been enfolded in angel wings

I’m listening to the sound, the pond water is abound

It could be I’m near the mountain springs

But, I’m in my own yard and I’m trying really hard

To picture who and what this new day brings

It is simply relaxing, and not at all taxing

Opening my mouth, I’m amazed that my voice sings

As I sing quite loudly, my dogs watch me proudly

Until I suddenly stop, when the phone rings

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The Interview

I was walking around with nothing to do when my phone rang. It was a surprise to hear the voice on the other end.

“Hi. What are you doing?”

“Nothing really. What about you?”

“I just had a job interview and I’m waiting for the next round.”

“You mean like boxing?”

“Well, no, not really. It is when they do a second interview.”

“What? A second interview. You mean they didn’t hear the first one?”

“Ah, no. It is an interview so they can get to know the candidate better.”

“Oh. Hm. Why don’t they take you out for dinner instead and have a few drinks? Wouldn’t that be better? Relaxed atmosphere, casual conversation.”

“Well, that’s not really how it is done. Not a bad idea, though.”

“I just don’t think I understand the process. I think boxing might work better. They go ten rounds, I think. That would really help to see if the candidate is up to the task.”

“Maybe. I think sometimes a candidate might feel beat up after an interview so maybe they have some similarities.”

“I’m not going to interview anymore. I had interviews but never had a second round. They decided after the first punch. Or, I mean interview. Maybe you should take gloves with you next time. That way, when they say it is time for the second interview, you will be ready with your gloves.”

“I think you are a little confused. They usually just talk during an interview. They don’t use boxing gloves.”

“All I know is sometimes I would rather punch someone than to answer their stupid questions. They could just take me out to dinner and have a few drinks.”

“Yes, you said that.”

“I’ll send you some boxing gloves.”

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When Courtney Sings

Courtney Hadwin Singing Her Own Song

I listen to Courtney sing and it all busts loose

She dances and moves like a wild little goose

The last time I heard her, she had written her own song

And, sang it so well with a voice super strong

She is an inspiration to many for sure

I hope she will continue to also be demure

From all that I see, she is young but so dynamic

An amazing young person who performs quite dramatic

Please don’t change! Your mannerisms are right

Watching you perform is just a pure delight

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Lana is an Artist

As I walk in, I can see her smile

She is busy working, she is using a file

She takes time to greet me, so I feel quite good

She wants my business, that is understood

But, beyond her practice, is her very kind heart

Her smile is constant from the very start

Her work is excellent so I will want to come back

She’s an artist at work, she keeps on track

I watch her closely as she carefully works

Taking time for details as the next customer lurks

I love her work ethic, she aims to please

She speaks with an accent, sometimes she does tease

When she’s finished with me and it’s time to depart

I know I’ll be back for another work of art

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The Gardener

It peeks out of the ground, slowly raising its head, looking for the sun

The slim body is not strong, but it moves up anyway

The warmth of the sun feeds it, helping it to grow

It is amazing to see the change from day to day

It is much like a new-born calf, who, when born, seeks the mother

Or, a baby chick, who knows to start pecking for food on the ground

But, it’s a plant and it has a different need for its life

It needs a gardener to tend to it and keep it sound

The gardener who waters it, gives it food, makes sure it grows

The gardener, carefully watching over the plant like a nurturing parent

The gardener, who shares the garden with whoever walks by

The gardener who grows anything, with knowledge inherent

What is best about the garden and the gardener

It’s the fresh produce available every day all year around

The plants vary from season to season so there is always choice

The choice to walk through the garden, and create a feeling profound

The writer grows words and the gardener grows plant life

There is mutual respect for the pen and the green thumb

Both the gardener and the writer share with others

Sharing an insight into that from which they come

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A Heartbeat for the Heart

“I’ve been reading the poems. And, realize that they are an invitation to become submersed in a purpose as part of a greater vision. Never ending with their own rhythms. So, the reading becomes more of a heartbeat for the heart?”

My vision for you is not what you see

The vision is clear but only to me

When I read what you wrote I feel content

That the time that I write was time well spent

For much of this writing, the brain to depart

Because the writing is really a heartbeat for the heart

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Heart Energy

I am so fortunate. I had lunch today with a special friend. She is one of those people who has a twinkle in her eye. I think twinkles come from Heart Energy. You know, Heart Energy. The energy that is created when someone thinks from the heart. That energy goes right to the eye and twinkles. Next time you go somewhere, anywhere, look around for that person with the twinkle. That is Heart Energy at work.

I see that twinkle in your eye

Makes me wonder what you’re up to and why

I know it is for the good of us all

As your Heart Energy twinkles to make the call

You are one of those people with such a great smile

Your smile warms my heart, and then after awhile

I realize that I don’t want lunch to end

Because your eyes are twinkling, my dear friend

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Eagle Eye

A beautiful sensation, flying above the ground

I can see for miles, I can hear every sound

My view is spectacular, from up here high above

It makes me feel powerful and totally in love

I love that I am free to fly, above the earth so high

I never miss a single view, as I move throughout the sky

And, as my day winds down, I head back to my nest

To watch the little ones grow, hoping they’re the best

At soaring above the earth, and watching all around

For everywhere I look, goodness can be found

So, I try to teach them, to look, then see it all

Really see the goodness, it’s up to them, it’s their call

The view is not just of the earth, it’s of my little ones, too

For they are the view that touches my heart, as little ones always do

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For Sisters

One is artsy, One is analytical, One is academic
But, they all shine

One likes chai, One likes tomatoes, One likes desserts
And, they all like wine

One is an artist, One is an accountant, One was an administrator
They worked in schools to refine

So many talents, So much to share, So many feelings
Sometimes they do align

They are unique, they are the same, they are always thinking
Take it as a sign

I’m made up of all three

Yes, I’m fortunate, you see

Because I was last

Their aura was cast

For me, I was blessed

I really must confess

My love is devoted

It won’t be outvoted

I get uplifted

By all that was gifted

From the three before me

That helped me to be

A writer and a poet

Really, don’t you know it?

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The Taste of Wine

I went to the winery today. Tasting wine is an enjoyable experience, especially if the winemaker is really good at the trade. I think, although I’m not sure, that the process of tasting wine for me is probably different than for other people. First, I like to smell the wine in the glass, more than once. I swish the wine around in the glass and smell. Then, I do it again. The aroma fills my nostrils and I begin to anticipate how that wine might taste.

Next, I take a sip and hold it in my mouth letting the flavor of the wine sit there until I know that my taste buds are diluted. That’s when I know that it is time to swallow. So, I swallow to see what it really tastes like. The flavor of a really good wine will stay on your tongue and warm your palate with taste. Not sure that’s how it’s done, but it works for me.

Sometimes I think a person can be like wine or a person can even be like the bottle that holds the wine. Some bottles are shapely, and some are straight up and down. Some bottles have color and some are clear. Some have a screw cap and some have a cork. So many different bottles. Bottles do have similar characteristics, though. They keep the wine all together in one place so it can be poured. They protect the wine from the elements. Bottles have strength and yet, they can break. So many different bottles. So many different people.

The flavor of the wine could be similar to a person’s personality. Some wines are so smooth that it feels like it slips down your throat barely recognizing the feeling. A person might be that smooth when they speak to you and suddenly you are agreeing with them when that is not what you believe. Some wines are so delightful that you want the flavor to last and last just as there are people that you want to stay in your life and never leave. And, then there is the wine that has turned to vinegar and, well, that speaks for itself. I guess you can use it for cooking.

My wine-tasting day was just a reminder to me that I will continue to experience great wines each time I go to a winery for a taste. I’m going to continue doing that. I’m going to keep tasting wine just as I taste life because my life experience is as unique as the flavor of wine.

I like the taste of wine
It’s created by design
The taste is incredibly divine
Adding color to cheeks that shine

If people really were like wine
They might be truly fine
They may even walk a line
And not always take the hardline

So, the next time you taste wine
Savor the taste sublime
It is like a glacier or shrine
That will weave with fun as your incline

Glacier