Tag: memories
group name: yourownwork
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March 09, 2007 11:45 PM EST --
THE HOUSE WHERE I WAS BORN was a very modest wood frame structure located on a dead end street just inside the city limits of Houston. The warm smell of slightly burned peanut . . .
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January 30, 2008 10:08 PM EST --
Close your eyes and see
Your friends as they used to be
Before life claimed them--
Drove them away from your side,
As it drove you far from them.
Listen to laughter,
The high pitched squeals . . .
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October 01, 2007 07:57 PM EDT --
Riding on a motorcycle can be calming to one’s inner soul
The wind is accelerated as the motorcycle crawls faster
Sound becomes a humming white noise deadening one’s fears
Bugs . . .
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January 12, 2008 05:11 AM EST --
Where is the scene of triumphs made
Do not photographs etch these truths
Forever binding that we paste
In endless journeys of our sublime hues
Where absence . . .
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May 23, 2007 06:31 AM EDT --
I travel down a familiar road,
With blue gums still standing tall
Memories flash before my eyes
Filling them with tears that fall
For the loss of two good friends
That by my side stayed for fifteen . . .
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October 08, 2007 04:46 PM EDT --
In the early evening of a muggy June night in Clear Creek a subtle exchange occurs between the day and the night things. The chickens head off to roost, and the songbirds find crooks in bent trees to slumber . . .
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October 02, 2007 05:23 PM EDT --
Riding a motorcycle can be exciting and if you are the back seat passenger it gets to be even a little more exciting. You pay attention to things the driver doesn't . . .
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May 30, 2008 08:49 AM EDT --
I remember watching the Carol Burnett Show and laughing myself silly at the antics of Harvey Korman and Tim Conway. They were a phenomenal comic team. The AP reports Harvey Korman passed away . . .
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January 16, 2008 12:50 PM EST --
The careful planning was not erased
Seventy one plus two hundred days
Of nourishment that was warm and safe
Then blinding light an unwelcomed change
And I cried then felt touch . . .
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January 21, 2008 12:19 PM EST --
My high school separation, a respite of joy
As I bandaged my wounds, removed the yoke crying
Freedom, sweet freedom your confusion I claim
As voices spoke of my calling to serve the Lord . . .
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November 04, 2007 09:36 PM EST --
It was the day after we buried our dear cat Auggie in the big garden near the pole barn that I went out and picked up two kittens. I was awe struck. What were the olds that I would . . .
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September 21, 2007 05:33 PM EDT --
I work the weekend program from 7 p.m. to 8 a.m. every Friday and Saturday. Of course I get a nice pay after . . .
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October 31, 2008 02:55 AM EDT --
This promtp made me remember a small prayer taught to me when I was just a child,
and I taught it to my kids too, just added the last two lines,
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November 30, 2007 10:04 PM EST --
I have this sense of humor
that goes in and out with me
It is like my shadow
I can't step on it you see
I can't hide from it or runaway
. . .
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February 05, 2008 04:14 PM EST --
I think I'll fantasize on circumstantial needs
Then make my favorite sandwich so I can dream
And look upon the mountains I had left behind
As formative features align and stepping stones remind . . .
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March 08, 2007 10:27 AM EST --
"Etched in Time"
Today will be a day of its own merit.
It will bring forth its own song
Regardless of how familiar the tune.
Today will become a tomorrow
Just as . . .
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July 23, 2007 05:04 AM EDT --
When Life Changes/Memories
Don't expect things to always stay the same, because they won't. When you least expect it, the proverbial rug will be pulled out from under you and your life and world . . .
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March 13, 2008 08:30 PM EDT --
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I never knew the reason the school bus driver wouldn't drive the half-mile of paved road to pick us up for the three-mile drive to the small schoolhouse. To this . . .
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January 11, 2008 11:06 AM EST --
a girl bound by her thoughts; never to know what is more.
waiting for help....feeling the chains come up around her ankles,
crushing her legs together, gathering around her wrists,
with every move . . .
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December 29, 2007 09:56 AM EST --
Once or twice
I lost my breath
Time stood still 'til
Violent gasp for life
Killed death
Sprawled on sticky linoleum floor
I vowed to remember forever . . .
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