Fill your lungs with tomorrow’s hope
close your eyes grasp at life’s soil
exhale a bouquet of gratitude
for those whose courage honorably spilled
precious offering for generations to come
Today we celebrate Memorial Day. It’s a day when children eat hotdogs, ride the ferris wheel, cast caution to the wind. It’s a day when young men choose their allegiance. It’s a day when old soldiers remember friends.
photo of Arlington
Bridging past’s futures
symbols against the clouds
look at today
Te prompt at Daily Post Challenge is Symbols. What is a symbol is meaningful to you?
When as a child
where did dreams with you fly?
did you ride dragons
were you a double agent spy?
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Did the Orient Express
carry you in style?
were you philosophic
pondering life all the while
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Did your nose always
end in books
where you followed wizards
hobbits with the name of Took?
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Would you see the world
from outer space
or march to a drum beat
always in place?
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Over electron microscope
did you faithfully stand
peering beneath cells
the smallest though very grand?
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No matter the consonant
or silent vowel
the dreams you dreamed
awakened in willowed hollow
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The life you lived
is who you’d be
time to dream again
try it you’ll see
The wordpress daily post writing prompt for today is Future’s Past.
As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?
Well honestly I haven’t stopped dreaming yet.
Ineza you are now 14
somewhere between child and woman
we wished for you better things
brilliant you were so young
so close to being lost in life’s storm
the answers were so hard at six
he in prison
she buried with her Vodka
you grasped at the life-giving prism
so close to being lost in life’s storm
your home some country’s loot
once beautiful green and blue
trampled under boot
did they ever think of you?
so close to being lost in life’s storm
reach out your hand
before it’s too late
pull her toward safety
do not bring disaster as her fate
she is too close to being lost in life’s storm
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is foresight / prescience aka a glimpse into the future. Ineza was a student of mine in Crimea. If I could have brought her to my country, I would have for she had already endured too much. I have no desire to look into her future for it too closely is united to Crimea;s fate.
To hold in my hands
gazing between stars and moon
future far too fast
Dare I to gaze
behind or before my gate
trip over what ifs
Ponder the Future is today’s haiku prompt at Carpe Diem. Do we dare look even a little ahead??
look around a bend
starting of a new journey
what will future hold
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what will future hold
my imminent decay
this life is so brief
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this life is so brief
capture the sun’s warmth today
fear not coming night
Over at Carpe Diem by Kristjaan the Tarot card prompt is death. Though the card is symbolic, so much of our world goes through the cycle to get to the other side.
Three people walk into a bar…
Three people arrived at the same spot at the same time though they did not know each other nor were they familiar with the bar. Each wore a dumbfounded look and carried a slip of paper. The tall one with an unassuming smile said “well I guess we were intended to meet one another here. Why? I have no idea but maybe we can solve this riddle.”
The other two were more taken aback by their surroundings. The confident one led the way to a booth. The one who was the most tentative looked at his attire then at what the locals were wearing. He knew he was out of his element. He checked something in his hand “no service” was all it said. He also noted that the silent one was eyeing him. “Yes, your clothing need a bit of updating as does your overall look.”
“Ok I get it. You are from the past and you I take it are from the future. But what I don’t know is what do we do now?” The man from the present was now tongue tied.
Today’s Daily Post “Fill in the blank” prompt from WordPress is: “Three people walk into a bar…”
Seems like yesterday
March 1st 2025 when I bought
my first two-seater shopping cart vehicle for $5000
It sure beat traditional automobiles;
gas had gotten up to $1200 for a fill up. My parents parked our SUV and lived in it.
shucks a bag of groceries was $1000 for bread,, milk, cheese, and a pound of hamburger
you had to economize back then.
my best girl loved getting tangled in the wire baskets in the back seat.
oh the memories of being young and in love
now we have a family sedan with heated handlebars. Dog gone if they didn’t convert fuel from corn oil to turkey manure.
The prompt of the shopping cart vehicles comes from Friday Fictioneers
How can society not applaud a man like Steve Jobs? A trend setter, visionary, entrepreneur, humanitarian are just a few of the many hats he has worn. Living in Silicon Valley, some close friends were Apple employees. Twenty years ago I co-founded a non-profit, Apple allowed their employees to donate their computers so that we could run more effectively and help the poor in our county. I wonder if Jobs knew how many people he unknowingly assisted over the years. Some of you know, others may not, that when the iPad came on the market it was made available to special needs children at no cost; these kids thrive on the technology available to them and who knows what their minds will conjure up for the future.
Several years ago Jobs gave a speech to the graduating class at Stanford University – “How to Live Before You Die”. Jobs reflects on starting Apple in a garage,losing his position at Apple and starting NEXT and then Pixar; he communicates that you should “find what you love” “do what you believe is a great work.” “No one wants to die but we all share that destination.” Jobs with a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer didn’t live the decades he would have liked but he did have more than 6 years, after the diagnosis, no can doubt were rich and generous years.
His advice to those Seniors, and I believe to all of us, was “Stay Hungry Stay Foolish” “Love What You Do …your time is limited.” Thank You Steve Jobs for your great contribution to our world!!!!
I caught a tear
that fell from your eye
as I watched
it mingled with mine
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Was it your cheek
where it fell?
glistening sorrow
or was it mine?
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I felt the dampness
lost in the confusion
caught in the pool
of sadness
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An expression
of the past
what was lost
wet, speechless sadness
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watering
the flowerbeds
we hoped
for a future
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seeking
warming rays
lighting the way
to tomorrow’s future
Please join us for another week of One Shot Wednesday.
A day to meet other poets and share in their work.
Thanks to Meg Yarsh for the photo:http://www.flickr.com/photos/megyarsh/2436625875/
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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