How 'bout dem Yankees!

Yankees Win The Pennant Games ~ October 25, 2009

A 1947 Memory

California born -
in the second grade
principle of school
loved the World Series
and New York Yankees

Put on speakers
throughout whole school
studies on hold
as we listened

Excited
heard bat crack
we would cheer

New York
Yankees

Won!


Honorable Mention Winner ~ Sports Mad? Poetry Contest
February 17, 2010 ~ PoetrySoup.com

A Dramatic Hexaverse consists of five verses. First verse five lines, five syllables each line. Second verse four lines, four syllables each line and so on completing the poem. Last verse is one line with a one syllable word.

Featured Poet - Karen O'Leary ~

> > Heart of a Poet < <

The soul
spills on white sheets--
creative expression
born of compassion, honesty,
and dreams


'Expressions' is deeply honored to feature Karen O'Leary, ND poet for all to enjoy. Her heartwarming and beautiful way with expression may be read at PoetrySoup.com


Karen O'Leary ~ Poet

K indness within her heart
A lways loving from the start
R eality is her gift
E rnest is her lift
N atural she really is for…

O nly structure does she like
‘L oving poetry form she delights
E ver striving for perfection
A lways headed in that direction
R ambling is not her style
Y et she is a poet all the while


Dedicated to Karen O'Leary, Poet and Friend

Words from a Poet ~

Kindness in penned words,
written with grace and thoughtfulness
lifting the spirits, lifting the heart's joy

Seeing ones life expressed with careful
selected words, one reads the open lines,
commenting how well written the pain is

It does not take much for the broken spirit
to express eternal drama buried long ago
within a closed cover hiding the pain

Oh Poet, release the painful past, with words
written at a pace barely allowing the pen to rest,
letting go of the remembrance of yesterday

Close the book of days gone by
end the final chapter and rid the mind
of the painful reminders of a lost love

Pen, soothe your words in a forward motion
as the heart grows like a wildflower, strong
against the emotions buried within a dying heart

Tainted Eyes ~

Tainted eyes have seen the pollution,
dumping stained memories on our earth floor
a land given to us by our creator to grow in,
establishing for future generations, calling it home

Seeing the growth of towering sky scrapers
reaching the clouds, reaching for clean air to inhale,
scorched by hot fumes from jet streams crossing the sky,
concrete floors hot, melting heat from the hurried traveler

The magnitude of our ancestor’s vision has
grown tenfold, their vision of growth for us to share
decade after decade with each other for centuries to come,
my eyes have seen continued growth of their beginnings

Purity from yesteryear spread across the land,
gradually turning to ugliness appeasing the greed
of corporate managers living in buildings to the sky,
towering, dwarfing small creature choking below in filth

Our future generations are being crushed by the
weight of the unkempt, drug user, thief and rapist
taking what they may whipping the old and less
fortunate human into a dark corner with fear

Crying to be heard the knocked around, taken
advantage of God fearing human being,
whether a surviving man, woman or child
shouts - this is enough for all of us to bear,
this is our land, our world to love and respect…

protect it for our babies being born for tomorrow -
before my tainted eyes go blind from the filth of today

Who Loves You Baby?

Repose ~

Rest your weary head -
for it's drained from the daily
grind of chores that must be
addressed, adjusted, arranged
with superior strength

Rest your weary soul -
for it's spent from daily
repenting of sins that one
is committing who's feeling
shame, sorrow, sadness and fear

Rest your weary heart -
for it's consumed with searching
mankind to understand a world that
is changing, confused, crashing
within it's eternal self

For you unknowingly -
are waiting for God’s comfort

and, How is It on Your Side of Town???

America - think before you whine about your cell service, high gas
prices and not enough TV channels. This could be you & yours!
This photo saddens my heart.


..................... America 1935 ~ 1939 .....................

Night Clouds ~

The movement of the moon as it
slithers across the sky, casts a glow
that displays the characters designed
within the night clouds resting

Forming distinguished shapes
within themselves by a gentle breeze
passing in the night, swirling by on
its own destination of adventure

Covered by the evenings darkest of hue
the glorious creations floats in a manner
of lifelessness, but eagerly says to all,
“Come sit with me, if only for a moment”

Pausing, wanting to caress the momentum
of the passing object of a misty monument,
the spirit lingers as it defies its own destiny,
wondering if it dares to linger a moment longer

Moving to another point in time the night
clouds abandon its glorious spot for another,
as a new shape for tomorrow develops for the
youthful eyes to see, as the new morning dawn…

opens just for a moment with its own visual truth

The Golden Harvest - Couplet Form ~

Lord of the Locust eating our corn
Becomes obese he should not be born

Gold of our crops, the gold of our fruit
Locust singing and playing their flutes

Locust of our harvest, you waste not one grain
Striping the stems so nothing grows again

Lord of the Locust, you seem not to care
You land on everything without despair

Oh sender of rain, rainbow's casting their spell
Cleansing our furrows of Locust from hell

Bringing nourishment, to our fields of corn
Protecting stalks of life and their newborn

As life within life, receive blessings from thee
Protect our harvest setting our crops free

*Editor's Note:

The Couplet Form of poetry is rhyming stanzas made up of two lines. A pair of lines of a verse that form a unit. Some couplets rhyme aa, but this is not a requirement. 14 Lines


Happy Halloween from Expressions

Portrait of an Email Buddy...

Dear Rhoda:

There were probably many, many times this year when I may have disturbed you, troubled you, pestered you, irritated you, bugged you, or got on your nerves with all the e-mails I send.


So today I just wanted to tell you...
Suck it up, "Cupcake"!!!
'Cause there are NO CHANGES planned
for the rest of the year!!!
Love, Carole

A Special Email...from dear friend Carole Wolfram, UT

Halloween - Cops and Robbers...

Hmmmm, maybe this is the reason cats and dogs
don't like Halloween? In spite of their feelings, isn't
this a cute Halloween picture? What cha think?


Submitted to 'Expressions' by Catherine Lindsey, NV - Ed

The Belly Dancer...

This picture was sent to me from a great email buddy
Carol Brown from OH. The Mouse is suppose to be jumping up
and down on the Kitten's belly...The animation didn't reproduce,
but I wanted to post this cute picture anyway.
Thank you Carol...

Kitty Toys...

Who could ask for anything more? This is Feline Heaven for sure! Our Mother Cat loves and takes care of us each and every day!

Mai Ling...

Kitty
Toys,
Meee's
a happy
Kitty Kat...
Mine,
all
Mine!

Toys!

"Didn't Mom bring those toys to me, Mai Ling???"

Pure Kitty Love...

Pure Kitty Love
expressed by
Max 13 yrs and
Mai Ling 3 yrs.
Can these two
get any closer?
Amazing how much my
Kitties love
each other -
just like
their Mom...

Deep Within ~

Long ago, wondering
what it was all about,
I found what I was
searching for, slowly
it came to me

Somehow, something
was missing, something
was not taught, was
not instilled inside

Others I found had
this quality that I
was searching for,
an inner peace coming
from deep within -




Now, I speak of it often, for I have captured it and contain the
feeling that was lost to me, for I have found the secret

Love thy self, for without thy love of one, I cannot
share my love with many, remembering…

I am first, after God

The Visible Sky ~

She runs to the other side of the room,
hiding from a scornful love that is no
longer consuming her internal soul of
emotional stability and comfort within the
warmth of the light that shown upon her

Lost along the way of the forbidden
path of the undesired, she stumbles
catching her step to maintain her mental
balance of the disarray whirling around
her head of dizziness and discomfort

Confused as to where her path of footsteps
is leading her, she looks to the misty window
that is lit before her face, drawn to peer inside
the pane of mistrust, to see if this is her destiny

Harshly waved away by another’s hand of cruelty
she is not welcomed to this place of warmth,
of satisfaction and stability that has been
maintained by others settled within, she moves
on knowing her road is still to be traveled

Her patience is worn with the climb as she steps
upon a path to a brighter light within her view,
she is called within her mind to a place of
love and belonging, of acceptance and approval,
deep within she has found what she searched for -

as she enters the visible sky of eternal love

No Dogs Allowed...

A dog had followed his owner to school. His owner was a fourth grader at a public elementary school. However, when the bell rang, the dog sidled inside the building and made it all the way to the child's classroom before a teacher noticed and shooed him outside, closing the door behind him. The dog sat down, whimpered and stared at the closed doors. Then God appeared beside the dog, patted his head and said, 'Don't feel so bad fella...they won't let ME in either'.

____________________


Submitted to 'Expressions' by Carole Wolfram, UT - Ed

Winning Poetry ~

A Halloween Tale

The pumpkin shed his skin
for the pie that was within
He jumped and hollered
for soon he would be swall’ard

The scarecrow by his side
was ready to run and hide
Knowing Halloween was true
his day went from sunny to blue

Now don’t be scared to Trick or Treat
getting candy that’s free is really neat
And, don’t be shy -
cause I’ll tell you why

All spooky things will leave the turf
for tomorrow is November the 1st!


Seventh Place Winner
Funny Spooks Poetry Contest
October 2, 2009 ~ PoetrySoup.com

God Blesses Many Things ~

Dear God,

Every evening
As I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little prayer
Keeps running through my head.

God bless my mom and dad
And bless my little pup,
And look out for my sister
When things aren't looking up.

And God, there's one more thing
I wish that You could do,
Hope You don't mind me asking
But please bless my computer too?

Now I know that's not normal
To bless a motherboard,
But please listen just a second
While I explain to You, some more.

You see, that little metal box
Holds more to me than odds and ends,
Inside those small compartments
Rest a hundred of my "best friends!"

I know for sure they like me
By the kindness' they give,
And this little scrap of metal
Is how I travel to where they live.

By faith is how I know them
Much the same as You,
I share in what life brings them
From that our friendship grew.

So please take an extra minute
From Your duties up above,
To bless this scrap of metal
That's filled with so much love!

- Author Unknown


*Author's Note:

This special email was sent to me with pictures in-between each
verse, but the pictures didn't reproduce. In my circle of computer friends, Ronald Bingham from TX, sends me the best emails ever!
Thank you Ron...