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Vibrant colors

Much cooler air

Shorter days marching

As if one should care

Seeking more clothing

Winds fan the drought

Stoking the fire

Smoke swirling about

Darkness comes sooner

A mist becomes fog

Turning towards the fire

Stacking more logs

Silence abundantly

Filling cold ears

Draining the last of

Oktoberfest beers

Fall, October

Gray filled sky

What summer created

“ Kissing him was heaven, Loving him didn’t go well.

The girl who wanted  paradise, Received nothing but absolute hell. “

you think no one noticed how your hands shake when you say i’m fine but God has watched every tremor counted every silent tear before it fell you hide the ache behind your smile yet God reads the sentences you never speak

you measure your worth by wins and failures but God is not keeping score God is keeping you in the late‑night dread in the shame you never name God stays eyes on you heart open not leaving. ever.

When I was a pirate and roamed the hostile seas

The wooden deck beneath my feet

Was worn by souls like me

Standing at attention to, glimpse a distant shore

Waves would wash the weathered walk

As breaking waves there roared

Storms could shake a strong man’s heart

And drive him hence to drink

The calm returned with a shining sun

To save us from the brink!

Awe, the ocean blue and deep

Beauty intensely defined

Providing all a sense of strength

One otherwise might never find

And as I walk the stable ground

The rocking sea I feel

The movement of the ocean’s roll

My legs cannot conceal

A sailors choice to be at sea

To travel the unknown

Huddled with a daring crew

On the edge I see their lights

Shrimpers work their nets at night

Grateful for the calm fall seas

Bring shrimp, I do believe

They take their chances, buy their gas

Work their butt off trying to cast

Down beneath the ocean glass

Hoping that the sources last

Always thought I’d want to be

A shrimper man upon the sea

Just one day and see the haul

Listening to the captain’s call

Now I sit and watch the lights

Drifting off into the nights

A shrimper man in rubber shoes

Working hard...making do

Hard life upon the sea

Catching food for you and me

I’ll never work a shrimper boat

The shape of a heart will change, not completely

But seasoned with the passage of time

Some will still love, but others will falter

But all say, it's so hard to find

The way, the walk, the road that one follows

The loving, the giving, the prize

If anyone says that their way was easy

Look close at their life for more lies!

Loving is work

And encompasses the soul

When the youthful years vanish

And the hearts turn old

The trials of a lifetime

memories...regrets

Hands held so tightly,

the mind soon forgets

The shape of a heart

will change, not completely

But seasoned with the passage of time

Some will still love, but others will falter

This old house had served us well

Protected all our family

We laughed, we birthed, we dined in style

The time seemed eternity

But seasons came and changes grew

Good and bad, at times we knew

This old house, yet strong and tall

What we loved would fall

Circumstances took its toll

Mom looked tired, dad grew old

Family, once held each hand

Death became reality

As I now look upon this dream

Memories flow as though a stream

Words were spoken, love was seen

Never to be broken

I see my room I shared, this day

The bed, the pictures, words there shared

My family, so much I cared