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MIRRORS, SHADOWS, MEMORIES


Looking in the mirror I see a woman looking back at me.
She seems familiar and yet so different on this day.

A sadness around the eyes; lines upon the brow; a mouth that should be smiling now wearing just a frown. Shoulders bearing the extra burden of another uneventful moment.

How did it come to this I ponder expecting no reply or answer.


Behind me, the mirror does not lie, I see a shadow of one passing by.
I do not turn for fear they will surely not be there to see.

A brief view of my mind’s review of something from the past.
Strange how real it all does seem while surely I must be dreaming.


The shadow pushes a memory locked deep inside myself.
It blocks out all else as I focus on this face before me in the mirror.

I feel no fright; I sense no danger; I let the memory overtake and linger.
A smile now I see; eyes lit up; brow no longer furrowed; the weight has been lifted!

At least for this moment in time.
 
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Through The Eyes Of Three

I watched the sun-sparkled water shimmer and shine… an occasional splash as a fish leapt upwards to capture its morsel of a meal causing endless ripples to rush towards each shore of the pond.

The bobber, a red and white rounded globe, bobbed incessantly atop the dark blue as though excited to announce soon that a strike of the prey was upon its hidden from view lure.

An endless sky surrounded the acreage that surrounded the child that surrounded my heart. This child was all the days counted to make him many over the age of three years. His small stature and elegant features belied the intense excitement and constant wonder of all that was placed before him to experience…. No matter how simple or extreme.

He held tight per his grandfather’s instructions to the slightly too big for him fishing pole that delicately held the bobber all eyes were locked upon for the moment. It did not take but a few seconds in actuality for the bobber to dive beneath the surface to give notice that something had latched on below.

The child was beside himself with amazement and indecisive action as to what he should do next as he wondered where the bobber could have gone… imagining even then that a great huge fish of unimaginable strength and determination had swallowed the sharp do not touch it hook upon which a worm the child had dug from the earth himself was sacrificially speared and tossed as an offering to the depths of fish Gods below….. All of these thoughts took but seconds as he was instructed to lift the pole up up up out of the water… and there in its glory was the finest most beautiful flailing fish the child had ever laid his eyes upon…. His first catch!

The child’s face had brightened and the smile he could not control stretched from ear to ear as he yelled and exclaimed for all to look look look at this fantastic specimen he himself had coaxed from the depths of the pond. He managed to stand still holding the fish still hanging on the pole for a photo opportunity of the adults to record this day in his history of which he had no concern now and did not quite understand its importance and please can’t we help this poor struggling fish off the hook and place him back into the pond NOW!

Yes…. I caught a fish today through the eyes of three!
 
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It Was Only A Heartbeat That Needs Some Mending


The phone call came... I knew it would. I didn't want to answer... but I had no choice really.
Just because I was afraid and did not like the changes that were coming, did not mean I could continue to ignore the facts.
It was only a heartbeat that needs some mending.
Surely things could be repaired.
No matter that the life that was lived did it their own way ignoring possible consequences.... including the effect on my own heart and loved ones all around.
Even now, my heart beats faster, as I slowly pick up the phone and it automatically reaches my ear.
The voice sounds scared.... weaker than before.... sharing the impending details of a necessary inconvenience of a surgery to repair the imperfection caused by years of living as it was..... now trying to console me and convince me that all would be alright. Ah yes.... I am known all too well.
My voice belies my feelings of sadness and confusion.... It was only a heartbeat that needs some mending.... Surely I could convince myself that things were going to be fine just as I attempted to convince the one I love on the other end of the line.
The day and time is all set and the wheels are in motion that could possibly change the life of the person holding the heart inside.... and that would include my own.
I'll pray for this loved one that all will go well.... I'll pray that the surgeon's hands will be steady and strong.... I'll pray for strength and guidance to see me through.
After all..... It's only a heartbeat that needs some mending.
 
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Why by Four... and his mosquito encounter!

Why can't I touch it?
Why does it itch?
Why did it bite me?
Why is it bumpy?
Why did it get me.... there?
Why didn't I feel it at first?
Why do they drink blood and .....ewwwwww?
Why did it get me and not you?
Why can't we go back and catch it?
Why are you laughing.... at me?
Why can't I have another cookie?
Why are you not going to tell me again?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?



:D
 
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A Child Will Be Born Soon

I sit here and worry. I've learned too much. Why must we always search for all the answers when most don't even concern us? We are told that this or that may happen and the percentages are either here or there.

Isn't having a baby an everyday occurrence? Isn't life full of happy ever afters and dreams that will come true?

Plans have been made and laid and purchases paid and bagged. The nursery is filled with all things necessary. The hearts are ready to welcome and love.

Will baby be a she or a he? Will baby look like mommy or daddy? Who's eyes, who ears, who's smile, who's hair?

I don't want to fret and fuss so much. I await the telephone call to beckon me to sit beside the child I had who now has her own on the way. I'll stand firm and strong and proud and delighted. Inside I'll be torn with worry, until the doctor says the magic words, that baby we have long awaited has arrived and all is well.

For now, I sit here and worry. I'll pray and focus on the day, when all of this is washed away. To hold my newborn grandchild in my arms, while tears rush down my face without shame or care.

Yes, babies are born every day. So why do I sit here and worry?
 
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Dont quit-

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road your trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but dont you quit.
Life is difficut with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have wong had he stuck it out;
Dont give up. Though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silve tint of the cougs of doubt.
And you can never tell how close you are,
it maybe near when it seems so far.
So stick to the fight when you are hardest hit.
Its when things seem worst that you
MUST NOT QUIT!

Anoymous
 
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A Child Will Be Born Soon
I wrote that just four short days before the birth of the child I worried so much about.

And now those anxious days are past. The baby was a she, she looked like mommy, with hair and eyes dark as daddy's.

Her tiny fingers in one hand wrapped around but one finger of my own, forever bonding her sweetness to my very soul. If only she would never have to let go of mine.

The feelings of love so strong, as I watched my granddaughter placed in the arms of my daughter; my grandson at her side.

Yes, babies are born every day.
 
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I started this a while ago...just now getting back to it..


Working Title My Story

I have lived in poverty, and I have lived in luxury. I have been destitute, and I have had wealth. My earliest memories are of flying, of being in a plane and landing with pontoons on a northern lake in a vast and desolate landscape. Desolate, but possessing the strange and pristine beauty, of an uncorrupted wilderness. as yet unspoiled by humanities need to civilize
The story really starts further south and four years earlier, right after the War they called the Big one WW2. The boys had come home, it was 1945 and there was a kind of frenzy of hopeful anticipation for the future, reflected in the big band music that played that year on the radio. Young Men, whose lives had been put on hold for the years of the war, married their sweethearts in droves, anxious to make up for lost time.
The biggest conflict in the history of the world had lasted almost six years and claimed the lives of more than fifty million people. Fifteen million soldiers died, Roughly twenty million Russian civilians, six million Jews and over four million Poles. The bombs later dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, were to kill more than eighty thousand more citizens of our planet. Possibly 240,000 more were to ultimately lose their lives as a result of the radiation.
But in the summer of 1945, for Canadians the war was over.
In the quiet Canadian farming community of Wyngard Saskatchewan there was great joy and laughter. The sons had come home. Young people gathered on the hills by the Saskatchewan river for the summer rituals of bon fires, wiener roasts, and courting. Rituals that had not been in practice in recent years, most of the young men had gone off to war.
An old Ford with its doors open spilled the liquid sounds of Tommy Dorsey's Orchestra from the Motorola to blend with the laughter and friendly bantering of the young people around the fire.
The moonlight in the vast polished ebony of the Prairie sky glinted and danced on the small crests of the slow moving river. The night air was soft, but with a bite to it, reminding one that northern Canadian summers are short.
Slapping at a pesky mosquito, Paula scrambled up off the grass. She brushed off her cotton skirt, her large brown eyes dancing, We'd better get back to the others before they think the worst she said. Grant stood as well, and laughingly pulled her to him. He brushed a stray black curl away from her eyes. Who cares what they think he said, his blue eyes crinkled teasingly. She laughed and said I am the one with a reputation to protect Mr. “Don Juan” Smith, of course you don’t care. She started to pull away. We need to talk sweetheart it’s important. A quick look at his face revealed he was serious, She sat back down. He eased his six foot two frame down beside her. Looking out over the vast prairie landscape, I know how hard it's been for you and every one during the war. These past 4 years I’ve been away have been hell Paula. Laying in those trenches cold and wet, not knowing if I was going to make it through the night. Watching some of my buddies go down and then getting a bullet in the head and somehow, somehow I’m still alive. I don’t know why or how I surviving and not them his voice broke. She put her arms around him and gently traced the tiny puckered scar on his cheek bone where a bullet had entered and exited on the other side. I Thank God every day that you came back, she whispered
Before Bea ever put pen to paper, we had many deep and intimate talks of our lives. After listening to her unique lifes story, and given her gifted propensity for writing, it was logical that she should perhaps try her hand at turning her story into a novel. She liked the idea and this was an edited rough of her first effort. BTW there is more.
I miss every aspect of my wife and our lives together. You you've no idea.
Love forever baby, forever. GBY
 

GoJoAGoGo

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It's been a while since I posted here. Was an active poster in "Last Person To Post Gets $20". All the poems I posted were writer by me. I would like to share some with you, especially "Help4Me" my dear friend Bonnie who also has a excellent talent for writing. These 2 poems I going to post came from a concept that Bonnie created. You start with "Once upon a time, if ever there was" create your poem and end with "If ever there was, once upon a time"


Once upon a time,
if ever there was
no words of rhyme,
or clocks with time.
What a slow place this,
world would be.

If ever there was,
no birds with wings,
who couldn't fly,
high in the blue sky.
What a sad place this,
world would be.

If ever there was,
no flowers that grow,
or rivers that flow,
and no sun with a glow.
What a dark place this,
world would be.

If ever there was,
a need for love,
and for all the things,
mentioned above,
the world would chime.
If ever there was,
once upon a time...
-GoJo

******************

Once upon a time,
If ever there was.
A place under the sun,
For all of us to have fun.

We all were the same,
No need for a name.
Or no time to disagree,
Just time to enjoy the sea.
No time to cry or ask why,
Just watch the birds fly by.

I heard of such a place,
It's located in cyberspace.
No one is right or wrong,
Days are short, nights long.
Friends gather around the fire,
Chat until they are tired.
If ever there was,
Once upon a time...
-GoJo


Hopefully Bonnie will read my post and jump into this thread and display her excellent talent for writing. It's great to be back at TSG. Hope you enjoy my poems because I have lots more to post.....
 

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Joe,

What is the purpose of your last post here?
 

GoJoAGoGo

Joe
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Yeah that was a waste, just wanted to keep this thread alive since no one has posted here in in over 8 yrs. So if I post "bump" does that serve a purpose?
 

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No, there's no need to bump threads in the Random Discussion forum. Please only post if you have something to add as you did the first time.
 

GoJoAGoGo

Joe
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Come members, post your poetry here, original ones or some others have written. Lets bring this thread to life and show us your talents.....

;)


The poems have slowed down, so few in between,
Heard Shamou got sick from that bologna so green.
Queen help4me has written two lines of a riddle,
She can't think of what should go in the middle.

Graykat97 was chatting with Shamou the clown,
She heard a click-clank-boom, her HD went down.
Glaswegian who's fast pace rhyme is great to hear,
Had tons of meetings the other day, no time to share.

Sir****TMG just had birthday, it was a royal event,
I was late to know but Happy Birthday wishes I sent.
My dear avatar friends, I know when your time is right,
The poems will return in bunches, you'll provide insight.
-GoJo
 

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