POET’S FORUM IN HIS FOOTSTEPS
God bless my daughter
A nurse, wife, and mom! An angel on a mission
Some say can’t be done.
“To be all three is impossible,” The naysayers say—
But walking in His footsteps, She knows she’ll find a way.
For God is in her corner, He knows where she’s coming from;
He’s been there as a healer, A Father and a Son.
— Mike Pafundi
Deceased
CONTEMPLATING (touched by something unseen)
A quiet stillness pervaded the air
Anticipation – everywhere Suddenly, the sound of wings Something flying, but did not sing.
Pressure felt upon left shoulder, very strong.
Paused for a second or two, Then silently, (the wings) they flew …..
—June Waymire Pruitt Benton
THE SKUNK CHASE
There once was a young boy named Dale
Who chased a skunk with a raised tail
Skunk spray in his face
Ended the chase
Holding nose, for home he set sail.
— Milan Allinson Deceased
PEACEFUL
Peace is people living in a perfect world
Peace is people living in equality for all
Peace is people allowing all to live together
Peace is people caring for all to be saved by the grace of God Peace is people enjoying all of these surroundings
Peace is people fulfilling all of their dreams
Peace is people understanding all that is around them
Peace is people living a wonderful life with love for all
— William Squires Benton
BUD BUD
That white fuzz ball just stood and stared
As other dogs had fun
Flying down that chain link fence
And barking on the run.
Then racing back at breakneck speed
And barking all the while Would entertain the neighbor but
That wasn’t Bud Bud’s style.
For Bud Bud was a gentle dog Whose style was love and grace
And when he twitched or wagged his tail
A smile was on his face.
Therefore, he always found some time
To stand at that same fence
Exchanging little pleasantries About his day’s events.
— Don Crowson Deceased
SENYRU
seven deer crossing the street of this tourist town
— Pat Laster Benton
THE LEGEND OF BABE
There once was a slugger named Ruth
Who could hit ’em from here to Duluth
And hit one so high
It went over the sky
Though that could be Stretching the truth.
— Howard Nobles
Deceased
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