Sasha, My Sasha

Sasha, my Sasha, what can I say?
You're a dear angel in every way!
When you enter the room problems disappear
As your smiling face and personality draw near.

Your beliefs are solid as are your points-of-view,
Since your keen mind has thought them through.
You're that rare combination of beauty and brain,
Which so many seek, though most often in vain.

I'm so proud and fortunate you're a daughter of mine.
You're a classy lady with a brassy shine!
Sashutte, you're still a young lover regardless of age.
Your future promises many an exciting new page.

With you in my life it will never be sad.
I'll be busy beaming and bragging since I'm your dad.
Happy Birthday dear angel… float through the sky.
Set goals towards the heavens and your life will fly.

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Cleanse My Mind

Clutter, clatter…way too much chatter.
I don’t even know what’s the matter;
But I do know that I’m in a mess.
The world passes by and I must confess
I’m on the street corner of life afraid to cross,
Fearing traffic of new ideas will be my loss.
My focus withers with noises of each day.
Old memories dominate as new thoughts give way.

My only hope is to totally cleanse my mind.
Rejuvenate my senses as if they are all redesigned.
Bid farewell to ideas and people not espousing change.
Work toward the positive person I now can arrange.
Rinse away old prejudice so coveted by the inept.
Live by new standards, knowing that here is kept
More precious treasure than can be found in any coffer…
It’s the happiness and peace of mind cleansing can offer.

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An Angel

Though angels come from heaven, I met one from right here.
When things aren’t right or I’m up tight she has time to be near.
She’s got so much to do, but her response is always the same.
When I seek her help it’s like I’m the only one in the game.

Joann is the name of this angel. All who meet her feel as I do.
Her heart is an ocean of love with a soul we all should pursue.
Her unflinching faith in God pervades all of her life,
Inspiring a purity of spirit as executive, friend, mother and wife.

I am honored to work with and learn from this rare human being.
A mere mortal, but her actions speak of the angel I’m seeing.
Just knowing her has changed the way I view myself in this world.
A more positive attitude and feeling for others has unfurled.

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Happiness Is Little Things

A GLANCE, A SMILE. TO DANCE AWHILE.
A CHANCE TO WEAR SOME SHOES IN STYLE.
BABY’S FIRST TOOTH, AND WORD AND STEP.
FINDING WHERE CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES ARE KEPT.
YOUNG BLUEBIRDS STRETCHING BRAND NEW WINGS.
TRUE JOY COMES FROM LITTLE THINGS.

A COMPLIMENT, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S NOT TRUE,
ABOUT YOUR HAIR, EYES… OR JUST YOU.
SOME TIME WITH A BOOK IN FRONT OF THE FIRE,
OR BEING TOUCHED BY YOUR LOVE, FULL OF DESIRE.
DINING OUT OR SURPRISE WEEKEND FLINGS
HAPPINESS IS NURTURED BY LITTLE THINGS.

A PHONE CALL FROM SOMEONE, AFTER MANY YEARS,
WHO REMINDS YOU OF SCHOOL FOOTBALL CHEERS.
THOSE FEW MOMENTS WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DO,
EXCEPT DREAM OF LIVING LIKE YOUR HEART WANTS TO.
BEING IN THE AUDIENCE AS YOUR LOVED ONE SINGS.
HAPPINESS IS THESE WONDERFUL LITTLE THINGS.

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Freedom Is Not Free

Per an erudite analysis of my country's history,
One thing is sure… my freedom is not free!
I do what I want and criticize those who lead.
My rights are assured because they're decreed.

These rights were purchased with blood and tears
By my forefathers and soldiers today who, through death and fears,
Have had the courage to fight for rights they believed
Were and are necessary to maintain freedom they conceived.

These rights I demand and the freedoms I assume
Are in fact not automatic and can easily spell doom.
If I'm too busy with my little world to care about my nation,
My leaders' own self interest can only lead to devastation.

My rights have obligations to keep me and my country free
If I'm too busy to exercise them, I'll be part of a tremulous tragedy.

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Execution of Guilty Innocence

Confused, confined, condemned, a boy awaits his death.
That moment when eternity will choke his nervous breath.
The jury said it's murder, no doubt the first degree.

Now there's but one answer ............ the final penalty.
His claim: the world is wrong as anyone can see.
Because of jibes and taunts, he never could be free.

Now justice must be served and the law satisfied
So this youth was caught and then duly tried.
As straps tighten, rage again grips this young man

As he thinks of his one friend he'll never see again.
The last words he'll ever speak are lost in fleeting time.
As seconds tick, he shrieks, 'you all helped me with this crime.'

A lever falls; then silence fills the dismal light.
This murderer now has passed.
Is such a troubled boy with you tonight?

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November

How can it be November when it seems January has just passed?
Though it is a special time to be thankful for memories amassed.
Think of all the good times shared with family and friends.
Remember that time steals them away so be sure to make amends
For thoughtless actions and words against these who are dear.

Thank them for the love and kindness which they have kept near.
Forgive them for their errors and faults by cleansing your mind
So that good times with family and friends is all there is to find.
Since happy days or unhappy days are often by one’s definition,
Know you are always in charge of choosing the correct rendition.

If you decide to be happy all will benefit from your style of living
Since every day in every way you’ll wish “Happy Thanksgiving! ”

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Words of Love

Before the next sunrise gives you a shove,
Be sure you warble a few words of love.
To help mellow utterances flow from those lips,
Here are gentle thoughts and amorous tips.

You can’t say “I love you” too much each day.
Show what you mean and mean what you say.
With a kiss on the cheek or a touch of the hand
A pedestrian day can become something grand.

“I want you”, “I need you”, “I miss you”, my dear
Are utterances that you never should fear.
Descripives like “sweetest”, “kindest” and “best”
Shows that special person is apart from the rest.

Begin each day with the right kind of start
By saying “I’m proud to give you my heart”.
At night an embrace with those words oh so true.
“My darling, for ever I’ll deeply love you”.

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Creations

Michelangelo’s paint was nothing until focused and combined.
Beethoven composed masterpieces as his hearing declined.
Ford brought roads to life with miracle cars he designed.
Internet was a once a quixotic dream with no supporters to find.

But these creations are just a blink compared to precious birth.
Hearts and bodies entwine as another being enriches the earth.
Each entity nothing before, enjoys potentially magnanimous worth;
A chance to create or destroy in an ambiance of sorrow or mirth.

Time is short and pressures great as each attempts to survive.
Each that strains to create will find worlds open as it ties to strive.
More creations in arts, sciences plus politics and industry thrive.
Each of destruction and sorrow sees its life wasn’t really ever live.

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The Calf and the Giraffe

Once upon a time was born a gentle brown-eyed calf

Who lived near a zoo and met a tall, wise giraffe.

The calf said to the tall, wise giraffe, “Come and run with me.”

The giraffe replied, “I can’t since I live within these walls you see.”

The confused brown-eyed calf asked, “Can’t they let you out.”

The giraffe smiled and asked, “Do you know what a zoo’s about? ”

The gentle calf said, “You did something wrong so you’re in jail.”

The wise giraffe laughed and explained that his was a happy tale.

He said, “For everyone who visits the zoo there’s so much joy I give.

As one day you’ll love your babies and teach them how to live.

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