The Music Box

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THE MUSIC BOX

 Jan McLaughlin

 

Step into a page in time of friendliness and grace

Escape the rush of the city, enjoy each friendly face.

The church bells’ hourly chimes, the sound of “Old Rugged Cross,”

Give the peaceful, calming feelings of life in a music box.

 

Time so long forgotten, of feeling so at ease

The smell of fall leaves in the air, wafting on the breeze.

The old time concerts in the park—listening to the past,

Wishing time would stand still, wishing this could last.

 

A music box always held small pieces of the past

The tinkling sound of a song, my memory holds fast

Again the church chimes sound, as the sun sets crimson red

Giving peaceful, calming feelings as the music box in my head.

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Noel 2012

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NOEL 2012
JOAN MYERS

 

 

 

 

 

O Christmas Tree, so pristine
Berried in English clotted creame
An echo of jingly bells
Yuletide fully swells
Bear hugs all around
Merry carols; ultra sound
Cozy stuffed stockings steep
Warm memories to keep
The assembly too soon gone
Still above and beyond
Mary’s dear newborn Child
Was to the world avowed

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ADDITIONAL READING:

Falalala Latkes
The Gift of Christmas
Christmas: A Time for Furnace Fires
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Transfixed

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TRANSFIXED

 Patricia Orendorff Smith

 

On a glistening day

leaf color became vibrant.

Leaves fell like rain.

Autumn touched ground,

crunched and rustled beneath my sneakers.

A scarlet maple leaf

floated by.

A deer approached from the woods.

I did not tread on his territory,

nor he on mine.

Transfixed,

our eyes locked in a stare

of respect,

reverence.

Ephemerally,

I breathed, breathed in the toasty

brown whiff of autumn.

Too quickly the day faded

into winter white.

The cold sting on my ears

advanced my pace.

I rushed home to a steaming

cup of cocoa,

thinking,

I need no more than this.

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Toward Harboring at Evening

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TOWARD HARBORING AT EVENING

Robert A. Woodall

This poem, Toward Harboring at Evening, was published as part of a collection of Robert A. Woodall’s poems,  Let Mind Give Way to Heart. It seems appropriate that it be posted today, since Bob began his sail on “a virgin sea” on January 21, 2012.

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Is this the time when I must leave

            sure things that I have known

And sail a virgin sea to where

            the winds of fate have blown

 Me onward to another shore

            with new horizons bold?

Pray not an empty dream, but by

            His light this vision hold!

Oh! Captain of my ship of life

            sail by the eastern star,

That on this dark and storm tossed sea

            I shall not wander far.

Although her helm may twisting test

            my sinews and my mind,

By sextant of a faithful heart,

            I’ll clear safe channel find.

And when by evenings light I sail

            into the golden bay.

With ensign full atop her mast,

            “Come, Harbor Master, say”

That I may lower anchor here

            and sing upon this shore,

In faith to find my moorage paid,

            that I need sail no more.

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ADDITIONAL READING:

Poems by Robert A. Woodall posted on the BOLM

THE VIEWING

QUINTESSENCE

LET MIND GIVE WAY TO HEART

A Haiku Poem: Jean Isobel Myers

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A HAIKU  POEM      

Jean Isobel Myers

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Ahoy all writers

Let’s set sail, “swinging the lamps”

Steady as she goes…

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ADDITIONAL READING:

A Beanery Writers Group Story in Photographs

Tamarindo: What is It?

Fifteen Minutes of Fame: Part 1—The Real Thing

Noel 2011

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NOEL 2011

Joan Myers

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A little magic, new fallen snow

Holly berries, mistletoe

Ginger notes, candle wicks

Playful paw prints in the mix

Children to bed as starlight spills

Every stocking wonder fills

Yet still recall the legend of old

Bearing frankincense and gold

An ancient trio traversed the sand

Sought the infant King in a faraway land

A Barhop Who Lived in Lagrange

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A BARHOP WHO LIVED IN LAGRANGE

G. David Schwartz

A barhop who lived in Lagrange

Decided that his life was quite strange

And sipping a beer

He said “It’s quite clear,

That no one looks forward to change”

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ADDITIONAL READING:

A Beanery Writers Group Story in Photographs

Which Lou Loses?

Wait Until the Coffee’s Poured

The Bludgeoned Skull

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THE BLUDGEOUNED SKULL

G. David Schwartz

The bludgeoned skull,

The face raped by torture

Which gleamed like dark roads

Against the window legend

Saw you jump and hurl

All objects at hand

Towards a

The Writer’s Dilemma

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THE WRITER’S DILEMMA

Joe F. Stierheim

Number of words; number of pages;

how much is a novel worth?

What value the symbols on the page?

What is the measure:

the likes of the market’

the current style?

Too long for some, too

Testimony of a Rich Miser

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TESTIMONY OF A RICH MISER

Ernest Williamson III

though you loved me
in the inner sanctum
of wayward kisses
moist