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FRIDAY MARCH 10TH, 2023
This was reminded to me on Facebook in
my Memories. I wrote this on this day back in 2011.
It was slightly overcast that day, so he grabbed
an umbrella before leaving his apartment. He drove over to her house
so he could pick up his lovely lady companion and then headed to the
park for an afternoon stroll. As they walked hand-in-hand, the
conversation was light, bubbly, and very flirtatious! They watched
the squirrels playing what seemed like an endless game of tag. They
also saw a few sunbeams peaking out from behind the sun that was
partially hidden by the cloak of nimbus clouds that surrounded it.
As they walked, they sensed a few drops of liquid
sunshine falling from above. He suggested they find a bench and sit
for a while as the rain began to intensify slightly. They found an
empty spot under a big maple tree and sat down. He opended the
umbrella just as the deluge began in earnest. As they huddled
together in the downpour, he asked her to hold the umbrella for a
moment. Then, he reached in his pocket and took out his portable MP3
player and placed one of the earbuds in her ear, and the other into
his opposite ear. He then turned on the device as the collage of
their favorite jazz tunes serenaded them.
He took the umbrella from her, put his other arm around
her, and pulled her to him as close as possible. They listend to
their own private concert as Mother Nature doused them with the
liquid sunshine. Mother Nature may have dampend the park that day,
but not their spirits.
Love blossoms in many ways.
TUESDAY, JANUARY 17TH, 2023
This was the first poem that I wrote
that was published. It was when I was a senior in high school
and the literary magazine that Sumter High put out each year decided
it was good enough for their 1975 edition. Some may have seen
it before. Some may not have. Now all can view it
and enjoy the ramblings of that 17 year old, bright eyed poet!
Man was born in ancient time.
His mother, Heaven. . .
His father, Hell.
Raised by hand, fed by machines.
His brother is his butler,
His sister is his maid.
Lived in a time of light and blue skies.
If threatened, hides behind a gun.
Died in recent time - maybe tomorrow!
Was killed by a disease he fought to conquer.
What was the horrible plague?
We call it
P E A C E . . .
AT ANY COST!!!