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NEVER WANTED TO SAY GOODBYE .WHENEVER I THINK OF YOU I CRY . YOU LOOK SO MAJESTIC STANDING HIGH ON YOUR CORNER OF THE WORLD.YEARS MAY COME AND YEARS MAY GO BUT I WISH MY TIME WITH YOU HAD GONE SLOW. WHEN I ENTERED YOUR HALLS, I WAS A KID.AND WHEN I LEFT YOUR WALLS , THEY SHIPPED ME OFF TO A NONSENSE WAR

OH MARTIN VAN BUREN, MAY YOU STAND BRIGHT AND TALL,AND FOREVER MAY YOU PRODUCE MEN AND WOMEN WHO WILL BECOME SOMETHING ,THEN YOU CAN SAY: I"M PROUD THAT YOU ARE ALUMNI OF MY SCHOOL.

Always My Friend




Written in Memory of Stacey V. Bell





We were friends before we were together



Who could've predicted that



Our friendship was meant to last forever



We made memories, both good and bad



that Saturday when I heard the news



I suddenly felt alone and sad



We had times that we laughed



We had times that we cried



If I said I'm not going to miss you



That would be a lie



These bittersweet memories



That you and I shared



I will always treasure them



I will ALWAYS care



But, you are in heaven now



I trust in safe arms you have arrived



Still, Nothing can replace



This Friendship I've been deprived



With all my heart, I do sincerely pray



That God is holding your hand, as you find your way....................

"What IF" I'd tell my thinking,(IF my old brain could be told),
the little "IF" word wasn't there?, Would we have thoughts to hold?

Imagination would be gone IF we did not have "IF",
then conversation would stagnate and intellect be stiff.

"IF only" would not be our cry, when we were feeling sad
and what IF "what IF"s weren't so? Then no dream to be had.

"I would" would also be defunct, IF "IF" could not be there.
We'd only have, "I will", "I did", "I do", or "I don't care".

How limiting without our "IF"!, What possibles we'd lose!
We'd have to forfeit logic and our basic right to choose

I am the word.
I am definition.
I am the expression of thought which can fill or forge a silence, and I am essential to your world.

I am baby's first, and everyone's last.
I am the reason for the ear.
I am acceptance and wishing well, or what someone needs to hear.

I am a whisper told in secret.
I am an angry shout.
I am the song of every emotion, and I can wound ego, convey trust, wield hatred; and I can tell every story - paragraph and verse.

I can make you laugh.
I am the unsaid, and sometimes I am what cannot be unsaid.
I am crystal clear, and I am misunderstood.
I am lost in translation.

I am truth - naked, loving, selfish and unkind.
I am cold and calculating hurt, but I can rescue you with lies.
I am what you tell yourself, and what can help you change your mind.
I can build you up, or tear you down, let you see or keep you blind.

I am what you're lost for, or on the tip of your tongue, and in case you haven't noticed - what you're looking at right now.
I am sorry and forgiveness, and their topsy-turvy neither.
I can fail you in advice, or I can guide you with some wisdom.

I can turn friends into enemies, and enemies into friends.
I am the catalyst for memories when you speak - " remember when? "
I am from the minds of tyrants, and from the hearts of decent men.
I am the word.
I am the toil of the writer, and I am mightier than the pen.

Will end commence as it began...
moments passing so swiftly...
it's as if I ran...
remembering so little...
subconsciously brittle...

Sandie, I loved...

heart and soul...


my hand in hers...

In her life...

my life gloved.

Rise its a new day
To bask in the heat the sun
Temps high
Radiates it generates
Warmth that ray of sun
Heat envelopes
Wraps the soul warms the body
Comforts are soul
Heat absurbs wheres it gone
Into the body
Heals are soul
The joy of heat
The joy of that tan
We look into the mirror are glow
Are tan the heat aburbed
We lie in the sun
Content the new day has begun

A white and tan Pomchi
I adopted from the pound
Some days my only buddy
With big gorgeous eyes of brown
His fur is soft and shiny
He stands one foot off the ground
A playful little joker
He just loves his Mama's lap
A whispered, "Come 'ere, boy"
And he jumps up just like a cat
He springs upon my king high bed
I must hop up to mount
Then licks his paws and rubs his head
And sleeps there in a round
I must admit he got it honest
From two cats that I once had
They taught him how to tip the garbage
And chew open the bag
I once was married, my husband envied
This mutt that paid no bills
He said, "That pup must go!"
I said, "You'll go before he will."
In a day my hubby packed his bags
Suitcases on the floor
I whispered, "Get him, boy"
Dude barked that bum right out the door
Never fickle or finicky like a feline
But just as agile and very lucky
Once he cocked his leg inside
And we played dodge and ducky
Of course he won - he hid for a time
Then resurfaced, tail between his legs
He licked my calf, sat and smiled
For forgiveness he doesn't beg
I pat my lap, he pounced right up
With kisses for my neck
My dog-cat, cat-dog.
A good ole boy, yes indeed
He keeps at bay the jerks and strays
And warms my ice cold feet
Good boy!

Welcome to my world . .......

I am but a simple man, a new and creative " Artist " I've found.. Approaching my canvas at last with my very own view... My eyes once distant.. now will gaze upon you. Open your eyes so I can paint your past, your present..... " Your New ".

How long have you stood

By the way your old beams rest

Clear as is day you’re in distress

How such I cast a disappointing eye

If only I've ever seen you as you now lie

Nor can I recall all your glory days

How rude am I to cast such glances

When long ago you hosted many dances

Whose memories still boast of romances

Still the raddled cats hunt mice in your lofts

The bunnies borough deeply under your sills

The sparrows nesting in your gabled eaves

Everywhere I look I see how life abounds

As the old barn falls into the ground