By Dennis Patton

— Kathy Parker Alexander

— Mike Pafundi Deceased — Raye Carroll Benton

— Dennis Patton Alexander

KEEP GOING

We know that every minute that we live is quite a miracle to understand.

God gives us ways to procreate a life, but life is formed, by nothing that we do, a mystery of how it comes to be.

Around the world, life keeps on trudging on, in spite of all the tragedies we know.

Our death is always part of God’s great plan, but it cannot be taken as a loss, because our God has plans to raise us up. In His good time the miracle will be.

Don’t worry ‘bout your life, keep going on.

CHISELED IN STONE

It’s a long, lonely night when you’re not at home; to me, the sound of silence is the essence of “alone.”

But the widower next door

Begs to differ on “alone;”

He says, “You never know lonely Till it’s chiseled in stone.”

LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS

No matter where my path may go, No matter how dark the night, I will sing and praise the Lord Because He is my light.

When my way is dark

And I cannot see

I will reach out for this hand

That He is reaching to me.

KEN

There once was a man named Ken who drove from the tee to the pin. He putted the green like a golfing machine, but couldn’t get the ball to fall in.

AN OLD MAN STILL REMEMBERS

A strumpet in her trumpery who strolled the neon avenue winked one inviting eye at me.

I recognize such flippery because long ago I knew a strumpet in her trumpery.

First glance, I guess you can see why anybody who has two winked one inviting eye at me,

but I was young and fancy-free completely willing to pursue a strumpet in her trumpery.

And still that wicked memory, that fiery, wiry strumpet who winked one inviting eye at me,

rejuvenates me bodily.

Now I ain’t bragging; facts is true.

A strumpet in her trumpery winked one inviting eye at me.

— Verna Lee Hinegardner Former Poet Laureate —- Pat Laster Benton — Howard Nobles Deceased

FRIDAY

Flip-flops and lap robe in front of the fireplace on this post-thanksgiving morning. Child, cat sleep.

TECHNOLOGY DISASTER

There once was a teacher named Crown Who one school day said with a frown “No learning today I can safely say for the copy machine broke down.”

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.