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With Tears

“Tears” by Jonathan McCallum


Tears pool, brim and flow onto hands that grasped liquid sweet moments.

Memories frozen into brilliant waterfall within.

Towards my soul’s canyon, your light pours in, revealing precious faces, kind eyes, little hands briefly held.

Traveling through childhood’s mist, middle life forest to foggy old age to reveal a distant eternal land.

With tears. Just seventy years?

Poem by Jonathan McCallum @peoplepoesia

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Get out the picture, blow off the dust

Take off the frame, it’s starting to rust

Remember the times that we had together

What happened to being best friends forever?


You don’t seem to notice, you don’t seem to care

You promise me something, and then you aren’t even there

You tell people my secrets; tell me your lies…

Who wants a friend… that makes you want to cry?


Life takes your dreams and turns them upside down

Friends talk about you when you’re not around

People make promises they just can’t keep

I’ve come to realize… talk is cheap


Some people don’t catch on, they rather just pretend.

While things are going smooth, they smile and call you ‘friend’.

Funny how you never know who cares until it hurts, and when it’s over,

Does it matter who blew off whom first?


I’ll never find another friend to take the place of you.

No one will ever touch my world exactly like you do.

No one who’s quite so thoughtful, no one I cherish so.

No one will mean so much to me I just wanted you to know.






I wrote this thinking about how I felt taking my new step to join a group of people I don’t know after my husband passed away.  In an effort to not stay in a small corner in the house I pushed myself into joining a social group and tonight is the first meeting…..


Blindly the layers of my existence are removed

leaving me exposed, one by one, taken away

Left only is a breath of pure honesty, fragile

whisper thin, cracks forming like spider webs

Reaching out to grasp at any solid hold it can

A dream of what is to be wraps around my body

and covers the naked fear of the unknown

Ashamed to bare the truth of what is below the surface

afraid to face the road that looms beyond the bend

Ignorant of the wonders once the veil is lifted



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[004] Ears

A man of hearing, lacking,
Could not his lust curtail;
For words of hate, attacking,
Would not displace his veil.

The pitch of journeys blaméd
And blesséd hold no sway
O’er the travails of his head,
Nor the courtesies he’ll stay.

The frequencies oft hoarded
In the skulls of meek and loud
Would nary be so sordid
For he to laud the crowd.

This man, with hearing lacking,
Could also not exceed
What knowledge throbs for tracking
In tomes and texts; in creed.

To glean a wit or reason
The deaf must wisely choose
Wherefrom to claim stark treason
Of man’s variegate ruse.

‘Tis both a curse and blessing
To satirize the ear –
Though nothing but caressing
By Nature wrought so dear.


Tiny Kindnesses

There are people who have touched my life, though only passing through

Perhaps just for a moment, to exchange a smile or two

There was a light inside their eyes, that somehow drew me in

As they quickly walked into my life, then right back out again.


I recall sometimes those faces, even ones from long ago

Faces of dear people who I didn’t even know

Perhaps my heart was hurting from some deep and painful trial

When life was feeling cold and cruel, and I had lost my smile


I thank God for those people,  maybe angels here on earth

Who just with tiny kindnesses, gave hope in me new birth

If you wonder why I smile sometimes, though hurting deep within

Or why I’m often singing, as I don a silly grin


I want to be remembered, like those people I recall

Not because I’m special or my life is great at all

But because the mem’ries of those smiles don’t go away

They’re like the sun, illuminating clouds, so dark and grey


I’d rather be thought foolish for a smile upon my face

That maybe some would permanently wish they could erase

Because I know that someone, somewhere, many years from now

May pass that smile along to someone else, somewhere, somehow.


My Weekend Adventure….

There in the dark, pieces scattered around the garage, what was to be a project for my husband.  He never managed to find the time or the desire to start the project once it was taken apart.  Aged, no longer used, the parts rusted with time.  Tires in different corners of the garage, fenders hanging on the wall, the motor removed from the frame….. I went through the boxes and found as much as I could to bring some sort of vision together for my weekend adventure.  It was early morning when I started and by the end of the day there before me sat a ’56 or ’57 Francis Barnett motorcycle, (I’ll have to check the serial number for the exact year).  I’m sure I could hear the bike breathing, sighing, relieved that someone remembered she was there.  I looked out in the garage before I went to bed, and you know I almost felt like she was smiling at me, thanking me for bringing her parts back together that had been lost.  I know just how she feels, because in a way she did the same thing for me yesterday.

See How Good We Are Together (Open book Challenge)

The back and forth banter of denied emotions

Glimpses of innocence amidst true passion

A raw ache for true love to quench the thirst

But then the cutting words I’ll hear no more.

Tears suddenly stream like rivers raging in a storm

Memories brought on from moments before

These words now ring in my own ears, the same voice

Staring at the words, running my fingers over them

The same way we ran our fingers over each other

Tracing the outline of the words the way I traced the shape of his body

But now feeling the cold paper and ink beneath them

Never to hear those words again from his lips, “see how good we are together”.





Whites act so superior, they’re rich and act so smug

Blacks just want a handout, and they’re all gangsters and thugs.

Mexicans, they’re taking all the jobs that should be mine

They’re dirty and they’re smelly , but their restaurants are fine.


Christians are all haters, and they’re arrogant and loud

They want to send you down to hell, while they ride on a cloud.

Muslims are all terrorists who’ll blow us all sky high

And atheists are scary, and we hope that they all fry.


Democrats don’t want to work…don’t want to pay their way

They only want to picket, and Republicans to pay.

Republicans are fat and sit and count up all their dough

While sitting in their easy chairs, or jets that come and go.


Foreigners all hate us…and they laugh and call us names

Don’t call those taters ‘French fries’, you will bring us all to shame.

Can anyone be trusted then?  Does anyone remain?

Can we just stop the hating please?  We’re all sounding insane!

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Virtuous Woman

Virtuous Woman serves God with all of her heart,

She seeks His will for her life and follows His ways.

Virtuous Woman respects her husband,

 She does him good all the days of her life.

She is trustworthy and a helpmeet in many ways.

 Virtuous Woman teaches her children,

the ways of her Father in heaven.

 She nurtures her children with the love of Christ,

disciplines them with care and wisdom,

and trains them in the way according to God.

Virtuous Woman cares for her body,

 She prepares healthy food for her family.

Virtuous Woman serves her husband, her family, her friends,

and her neighbors with a gentle and loving spirit.

She is charitable not only for herself but for those who needs help.

 Virtuous Woman seeks her husband’s approval,

 before making purchases and spends money wisely.

She is careful to purchase of any quality items which is best for her family needs.

 Virtuous Woman works willingly with her hands.

She sings praises to God and does not grumble while completing her tasks.

 Virtuous Woman is a homemaker.

She creates an inviting atmosphere of warmth and love for her family and guests.

She uses hospitality to minister to those around her.

 Virtuous Woman uses her time wisely.

She works diligently to complete her daily tasks.

 She does not spend time dwelling on those things that do not please the Lord.

 Virtuous Woman is a woman of worth and beauty.

She has the inner beauty that only comes from Christ.

I know this virtuous woman is watching over us,

She’s now with Christ in heaven and l miss her so so bad.


Winner of the weekly Challenge

Thanks for all that have played

The winner receives this award to post on their own blog

Here is the runner ups

  1. Melissa Hassard  is next with 14 likes
  2. nutsfortresure is next with 11 likes and her pic July 4th entry with 11 likes
  3. The Laundry Maid is next with 9 likes for her poem and 10 likes for her Photo
  4. maggie   , beebeesworld  are at 9 likes
  5.  ndzeid1 is next with  8 likes
  6. Onleilove is next with her late entry and 8 likes
  7. Also enjoy the submission from Clive the cat and timzauto

This weeks winning piece is from

Anne Sikes with 16 likes 

Congrats Anne and Thank all that played along …


Rain Drops

grass is brown ,

rain drops falling down

cool to the touch

needing water so much

Clive not wanting out

in the house he wanders about

lazy wet days

helps clear all the haze

cleaning up , it gets all done

looking outside , here comes the sun

Clive welcome sign

Clive welcome sign (Photo credit: Wikipedia)



love_unforgiven Too Late

Too late

Somewhere only we know (Film)

Somewhere only we know (Film) (Photo credit: hafecheese)

love_unforgivenwrote in poetssociety


I tripped over the words
That might have saved us
I took way too much
Knowing it would hurt us
I hit the bottle hard
Without a second glance
I just knew you lied
Without giving you a chance
I made all the mistakes
When I could have changed
I left when I shouldn’t
And you have rearranged
I tried to take it back
But I was way too late
I need you now
But that’s not our fate


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