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NO KIND WORDS

There once was a girl named Bo Peep

Who somehow lost all of her sheep

And yelled in frustration

With great consternation,

“Come back here you bleep-a-ty-bleep.”

— Howard Nobles

Deceased

ON MOTHER NATURE

The rain is pouring down

The sun is shining bright

How quaint is Mother Nature

With her quirks of sheer delight.

— Shirley Ruth Boyd

Ringgold, LA

THE MUSIC GROWS LOUDER, LIV

Winter closed the door shutting us in with flickering wood fires black walnutty cocoa fudge pinochle games books to read poetry to memorize and recite, and oodles of love. Often I wondered,

“Dare we open the door to Spring?”

— Verna Lee Hinegardner

Former Poet Laureate

TRAIL?

I have come from Noah’s grave. Heavy heart – not very brave.

Fleeting thoughts go back in time To other days that were sublime.

My blood runs cold; my mind is still. I hear the call of a whippoorwill.

And turning away to some distant shore I become a child as I run once more.

Into the arms of a green-eyed man…. Who is standing there with outstretched hand.

Many memories I have tried to save….

But, I have just come….from Noah’s grave. — June Waymire Pruitt Benton

BREAD FOR THE SOUL

I sat upon the river bank with fisher fold around.

They came to fish; I came to sit and let my thoughts abound.

No wonder Jesus loved this place the river old, but new

I understood my inner self peace came and filled me, too.

— Betty Heidelberger Deceased

HAIKU

first day of spring each of their bicycles with a frozen flat tire

— Pat Laster Benton

REPORTING LIVE (on the street where I live)

There is a blaze of glory here on Whitewood Drive, as Spring bursts on the scene and the woods come alive!

And there’s a riot of colors on this quiet little street, as the robins give voice to Spring’s “meet and greet”!

— Mike Pafundi

Deceased

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To submit poems for publication, please send poems of 16 or fewer lines to Dennis Patton, 2512 Springhill Circle, Alexander, AR 72002, or patton_dr@hotmail.com.