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 Post subject: Re: Poetry
PostPosted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 8:16 am 
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First Baptist Church of Front Royal, VA will be celebrating 175 years of faithfulness during 2014. There are special events planned for the whole year. We kicked things off on Sunday, Jan. 19. The anniversary committee had asked that I write a special commemorative poem for this year's observance. Somehow it turned into an anniversary hymn instead. A member of our congregation introduced it on the kickoff Sunday, singing the hymn and accompanying himself on the guitar. I am having it scored for the choir and congregation to learn as well. Anyway, for what it's worth, this is it:

SHINING BRIGHT WITH GOD'S TRUE LIGHT
More than bricks and mortar
standing in this place;
let us be His hands;
let us be His face.

Lord, please lead us onward,
as we turn the page,
shining bright with God's true light
through the coming age.

Faithful to the mission
from the call above;
open doors and hearts,
mirrors of His love.

Lord, please lead us onward,
as we turn the page,
shining bright with God's true light
through the coming age.

Many generations
steadfast to the race,
eyes upon the prize
of His saving grace.

Lord, please lead us onward,
as we turn the page,
shining bright with God's true light
through the coming age.

All those gone before us,
People of "The Way" --
carrying the torch,
burning still today.

Lord, please lead us onward,
as we turn the page,
shining bright with God's true light
through the coming age.

Shining bright with God's true light
through the coming age.

Amen.

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 Post subject: Re: Poetry
PostPosted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 10:22 am 
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On a nostalgic whim, I've been reading a lot of the stuff we posted through the years in this thread. Almost breaks my heart, missing Robert, Tony and Linda, and the wonderful work we used to produce. I do miss them and the daily exchange of ideas and conversation. This was always my favorite of all the threads. :(

And, I miss Buzzy and Jimbob from the other threads. Hard to believe so many of the original motley crew have passed away. :(

Some of these good folks I met on the original incarnation of this message board back in 2001. Then different ones joined through other incarnations of the board over the years. Each, in their own way, felt like old friends. :?

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 Post subject: Re: Poetry
PostPosted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 3:06 am 
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As always, Donna, your poem/hymn is wonderful and terrific.

Your thoughts about our friendships here through the years were beautifully expressed, too.

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 Post subject: Re: Poetry
PostPosted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 11:19 am 
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I love to read Garrison Keillor's "Writer's Almanac". I find the most delightful poetry there sometimes. I just happened upon this....

A HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW
by David Shumate

I'm sorry I won't be around a hundred years from now. I'd like to
see how it all turns out. What language most of you are speaking.
What country is swaggering across the globe. I'm curious to know
if your medicines cure what ails us now. And how intelligent your
children are as they parachute down through the womb. Have
you invented new vegetables? Have you trained spiders to do your
bidding? Have baseball and opera merged into one melodic sport?
A hundred years....My grandfather lived almost that long. The
doctor who came to the farmhouse to deliver him arrived in a
horse-drawn carriage. Do you still have horses?


I tend to ponder what the future will hold, too. Things we take for granted now will become obsolete. It is already happening at such a rapid pace. Any technological savvy I have ever acquired has become so by the end of the day I've learned it. LOL I feel like a dinosaur sometimes. I still laugh at the two bits of advice my mother gave me when I was growing up: (1) If you can type, you can always get a job; and (2) If you can play the piano, you will be the life of any party. What a hoot. Neither of those has applied for probably thirty years or more. I love to speak with folks who are in their nineties just to hear what they've seen in their lifetime. It's amazing. The future both excites and frightens me sometimes. But, I suppose it's been that way since time immemorial, especially to those of us who are entering geezerhood.
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 Post subject: Re: Poetry
PostPosted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 10:26 am 
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This was yesterday's poem from The Writer's Almanac. It spoke to me.


TIME ENOUGH
(by Dennis O'Driscoll)
The tally of years
added up so rapidly
it appeared I had
been short-changed,
tricked by sleight
of hand, fallen victim
to false bookkeeping.

Yet when I checked
my records, each
and every year had
been accounted for,
down to the last day,
and could be audited
against old diary entries
(client briefings,
dental check-ups,
parent-teacher meetings,
wedding anniversaries),
verified with credit
card statements
(multi-trip insurance,
antibiotics, concert bookings,
mobile top-ups).

And, although
nagging doubts
remained—an
inkling that I had
been ripped off
in some way,
given short shrift,
made to live at an
accelerated pace,
rushed through
my routines with
unseemly haste—
nothing could be proved,
no hard and fast
statistics adduced.

I had, it seems,
unknown to me,
been living my
life to the full.

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 Post subject: Re: Poetry
PostPosted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 10:31 am 
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P.S. The commemorative Anniversary Hymn that I wrote (5 posts above) was beautifully scored by an Anniversary Committee member who has a degree in music. A really lovely framed copy is now displayed in the church's Historical Room. The choir learned it and taught it to the congregation. It was sung as the Hymn of Commitment at Sunday's worship service. Because we're probably just a couple of years from Mark's retirement and our having to leave First Baptist, I am pleased that this little bit of me will be left for the future generations. I'm hoping between that and the folder full of my plays and poems that I might be remembered as a kinda "fun" pastor's wife. Hope so, anyway. :?

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 Post subject: Re: Poetry
PostPosted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 7:54 am 
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This is today's "Writer's Almanac" offering:

RADIO
[by Louis Jenkins]
When I was a kid I listened to the radio late at night. I tuned it
low as I could and put my ear right up next to it because my dad
didn't like it. He'd say, "Turn off that radio. It's after midnight!"
No matter how low I tuned it he could still hear, from down the
hall and through two closed doors. He was tired. It had been a
long day and this was just one more thing, the final thing, keep-
ing him from the sleep, the absolute dead silence he wanted. As
for me, whatever music I was listening to, some rock station way
down on the border, probably, "100,000 watts of pure power,"
has become even more faint over the years. But I can still hear it.


That brought back memories of when I was in Junior High and got my first transistor radio for Christmas. I loved to go to sleep at night listening to all of the wonderful current pop music with the radio propped beside my pillow as low as I could turn it and still hear it. Invariably I would fall asleep and run the battery down. That used to make my parents so mad that they were always having to buy me new batteries for that radio.
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 Post subject: Re: Poetry
PostPosted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 9:37 am 
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Whether or not you plan to see the movie "Noah", you need to read the poem that inspired Darren Aronofsky to make the picture. When he was a 13 year-old seventh grader, his teacher encouraged him to write and enter a poem about Peace in the United Nations Youth Poetry Competition. He did. He won. This is the poem below. I cannot believe that a 13 year-old was that insightful and articulate. I certainly wasn't at that age. Anyway, the last verse, in particular, just blew me away....

"The Dove"
A Poem by Darren Aronofsky
January 13, 1982

Evil was in the world
The laughing crowd
Left the foolish man at his ark
Filled with animals
When the rain began to fall
It was hopeless
The man could not take the evil crowd with him
But he was allowed to bring his good family.

The rain continued through the night
And the cries of screaming men filled the air
The ark was afloat
Until the dove returned with the leaf
Evil still existed.

When the rainbows reached throughout the sky
The humble man and his family knew what it meant
The animals ran and flew freely with their newborn
The fog rose and the sun shone
Peace was in the air
And it soon appeared in all of man’s heart.

He knew evil would not be kept away
For evil and war could not be destroyed
But neither was it possible to destroy peace
Evil is hard to end and peace is hard to begin
But the rainbow and the dove will always live
Within every man’s heart."

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 Post subject: Re: Poetry
PostPosted: Fri Jul 08, 2016 6:54 am 
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Over the past couple of days I have gone back and reread every single post in this thread. It was a very nostalgic experience. We really did have some wonderful and prolific poets on this site in the old days. I miss it and them. :(

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 Post subject: Re: Poetry
PostPosted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 6:19 am 
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In tribute to the new year and my great affection for the old days of this wonderful site:

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne?
And days of auld lang syne, my dear,
And days of auld lang syne.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne?


Hope 2017 is a good and prosperous year for all of you.

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 Post subject: Re: Poetry
PostPosted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 10:05 am 
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Donna, this is not really a poem but a little jingle that I came up with a few years ago:

I call it the Highway 80 Jingle (as if you are driving from Meridian to Jackson on Old Highway 80)

First you FIND yourself in Lost Gap
then there is No Junction in Meehan (at least not anymore!!!)
next up you roll through Chunky "the town that eats like a meal"
then there are "no nuts in Hickory",
then onward to the following hamlets/towns/villages
No Figs in Newton
No Welk in Lawrence
No Water in Lake
No Trees in Forest
No Salt in Morton
No Prince in Brandon
and finally No Stonewall in Jackson
and I guess for an encore No Bill or Hillary in Clinton ( :lol: )

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 Post subject: Re: Poetry
PostPosted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 12:16 pm 
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That's good! :)

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