So many times throughout my life, I’ve been the underdog;
Problems plagued my efforts, causing me to work through fog.
But at my core, I had the motivation to do my best;
That, along with mentors–strong, […]
1 My childhood, like a fairy tale,
Was perfect in its making.
A mother, father, children
All in a house of baking.
2 Daddy went to work each day,
Making money for the bills;
Mother cooked a […]
Safe, secure cages; enclosed.
Splashes of color.
Traffic speeds along,
slow he moves and slow, as still;
bevc721 wrote a new post, When Comes Old? inspired from J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot 1 year ago
I grow old…I grow old…
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Yes, I grow old…But have I grown cold?
I can hear my voice speaking words, uncontrolled.
I do not want to grow old, sad and […]
This poem, “A Vine of Cute Design” is a companion poem to “A Weed of Design”
I never knew about it, this vine so new to me–
My friend said, “Look how pretty!” and I bought it just to see
The b […]
I have to say, “I’m sorry” for the bratty things I did
When we were so much younger, living under the same lid.
I hated you for being the one with all the answers,
I even hated you when you had a date for […]
When the dandelions bloom, some think of them as weeds,
But bumblebees and honey bees glean nectar as they feed.
The lovely dandelion gives nourishment, so fair,
To creatures that buzz around and fly high […]
I’m traveling through time and space, on pages rich with words.
There are people in this place, whose thoughts are even heard.
You may find me laughing, or have a need to wipe a tear,
But my favorite […]
There will come a time ahead when time on earth will end.
Things will grow to be so bad, we can’t even comprehend.
The only hope we have is God, who settles right from wrong,
When He returns, well-armed, […]
How can one describe what’s empty and what’s void?
To those who’ve never seen it, what use does it afford?
There is only One, who knows just how it was,
And believing what He did, takes faith in things […]
I am feeling homesick for a land I used to know;
It was the land my mother knew; in her time of youth did grow.
Her journey took her far from there, to move into the city,
But her heart always felt at […]
I hear you are in business, and women are your aim
To dress their heads in beauty, with headgear made of fame!
I’m sure you’ll do quite well, for some women love to wear
A headdress that will flatter and […]
(Original poem) The Gift, by Ed Ringer, from Mature Living/June 2019:
The ocean has a job to do,
Pushing toward its goal.
It moves at God’s direction
To wash my mind and soul.
The sand that sweeps […]
How I’d like to go back and talk to my fat self–
The one who sat all alone, like a book upon a shelf.
I’d tell that unknown beauty of a secret she’d soon know
That fixed the problem she endures, that […]
We sat upon the bench,
Upon the rise of hill;
So quiet was the hush
Of morning, very still.
A sip of coffee, hot,
Helping rid the chill
Of foggy morning air;
A peaceful time, […]
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