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Dec 24 18, 23:25
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Tomorrow
Tomorrow will be Christmas day when those of faith kneel down and pray; give thanks to God who sent his Son and celebrate the chosen One Who rose from death to show the way.
His effigies are on display in stores where people shop and pay until their buying has been done tomorrow.
Why there is greed in each foray? I do not know and couldn’t say that they were out there having fun but back to stores they all will run returning gifts then shop EBay tomorrow.
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Dec 26 18, 05:20
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He Groans
He groans about his poetry and wonders if someone will see its value; who'll appreciate? Some lines they love, but others hate. Some change from heir to aujourd'hui.
A fickle public's not the key to writing -- not for you or me. It's for ourselves to write, create the groans.
We love to play with words to be our entertainment; you'll agree that's what we like. It won't abate. Not all who read demodulate our humor. "What will be will be," he groans.
© MLee Dickens’son 26 Dec 2018 (Daniel J Ricketts)
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Dec 26 18, 16:05
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Our Humor
Our humor is but for a few while others never will construe the underlying meanings of its messages. They’re far above their heads and fly out in the blue.
If placing hands on heads might do then there’s a chance they’d catch a few of innuendoes, then they’d love our humor.
But my impressions are quite true that things we write will not imbue them with the knowledge of a dove. Perhaps they’d trap, with net or glove, or maybe they'd just have to glue our humor.
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Dec 28 18, 21:51
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Our trap is baited carefully with words that readers do not see until they're coming back again to ask them where their minds have been; we tell them that the laughter's free.
Some folks don't like our foolin' thee with double-meaning designee who's innocently courtesan to show the unsuspecting man our trap.
Still others tire of our degree of plays on words, and most agree we play the role of handymen when we could be like Groupe Beauchesne. Duct tape, they say, should referee our trap.
© MLee Dickens’son 28 Dec 2018 (Daniel J Ricketts)
P.S. Larry, take a look back at some of your latest rondeaux, and you'll see that you've left off an A-Rhyme line before the final rentrement.
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Dec 29 18, 10:04
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Hey Daniel, Thanks for the heads-up on the final "A" rhyme. I've gone back and corrected all I could find so, hopefully, they are now proper Rondeau.
Larry
I'll get back to you soon with my next one.
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Apr 16 19, 21:23
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Duct Tape
Duct tape is what we should have used on those who came and then refused to lend a hand with some critique. A little help is not unique and I don’t think it leaves you bruised.
We know a few of you perused the poems and prose but then you cruised off to another site to seek duct tape.
You probably were not amused with what you found. You left confused and now you’re lost or up the creek without a paddle; things look bleak. You’re stuck and possibly accused duct tape.
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May 14 19, 15:20
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Missing Links
You’re stuck with phrases in your head that will not coalesce, instead they skitter into shadows where your synapses can’t find them there and figure out why they have fled.
They speak to you while you’re in bed but memories of what was said are gone and so you cannot share; you’re stuck.
It’s not so much your muse is dead or that your need to write has led you down a path with words to spare. Within that empty darkness, stare at thoughts you merely wish to wed; you’re stuck.
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Oct 9 22, 17:51
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wild horses in early morning sun
In early morning sun they splash unchecked by bridle, bit nor sash. While most of us are sound asleep they gallop, saunter, bound and leap consuming energy they've cached
enjoying freedom as they thrash through shallow waters – skip and dash near shore where water’s not so deep in early morning sun.
And as they run, they seldom clash nor fight nor snarl with teeth that gnash They’ve no appointments they must keep so joy in leisure as they sweep the beach and simply have a bash in early morning sun.
© MLee Dickens’son 2022 Daniel J Ricketts
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Oct 10 22, 08:58
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So Long
It’s been so long since I did write of anything that wasn’t trite yet here, you drag me to the fore with something which I can’t ignore and goad me from my mental plight.
Your mentioned steeds I would bedight to view their beauty; feel their might is venture I would love, adore. It’s been so long.
Though I still rue each day and night where life and love have taken flight; the joys and freedoms you explore have pierced my anguish to the core. Your words now guide me to the light. It’s been so long!
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Oct 10 22, 15:26
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in mountin' solitude
In mountain solitude in spring midst fragrances the winds may bring from secrets in the forest hid where no one comes who may forbid the chants and songs I choose to sing
Beside the river, squandering my time, I fish while pondering what I will catch with baited squid in mountain solitude
I will retreat till autumn, clinging hold of strains sweet birds are singing cloudy days or clear out here amid my wildlife friends, off of the grid… six months to rest on my porch swing in mountain solitude
© MLee Dickens’son 2022 Daniel J Ricketts
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Nov 19 22, 10:29
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Each Day
Each day is spent in solitude with no respite to change my mood. I do, however, thankfully feel blessed for moments given me until that final interlude.
It seems no thoughts or words intrude except profanity; too crude to even whisper silently each day.
Perhaps, His plan I’ve misconstrued so now I pray for fortitude and peace; His gift that’s given free so I may view the panoply of love I shared with one I wooed each day.
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Nov 20 22, 12:15
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I love this place… a sanctuary
I love this place you've chosen for your domicile, and I adore your Spirit's presence every day I visit here. It is your way to hug when we come through the door.
I'd had no home like this before I came... discovered your Amour. There's little more that I can say. I love this place!
Before I came I was at war within myself, would self-abhor unknowingly. I'd gone astray but chose to do it anyway. Found here your love... and want it more. I love this place!
© MLee Dickens’son Daniel J Ricketts
a reflection on Psalm 26:6 - "Lord I love the house where you live, the place where your glory dwells."
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Nov 30 22, 21:03
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Although I Do
Although I do appreciate the scenic views I have of late, as autumn’s blazing colors scheme to bless sad eyes; the tears still stream upon my overflowing plate.
The holidays to come create no joy. I know I shouldn’t hate each night and its recurrent dream although I do.
My friends and relatives all state that life goes on; they can’t relate to all the emptiness. They seem to disregard each silent scream. No one should suffer such a fate, although I do.
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Jan 24 23, 10:51
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Unto us a Child is Born
For unto us a Child is born among a people long forlorn; in darkness there's a sudden Light. He offers hope amid our plight. Messiah's come as God had sworn.
Now see the names that He has borne: "Great Couns'lor," "Mighty God." He's worn the Crown of Peace, an Israelite – come unto us a Child.
"The Everlasting God," here shorn of dignity, He'd bear the scorn of coming kings, yet would ignite a world-wide fire that would unite the penitents who now adorn Him come to us a Child.
© MLee Dickens’son 2022 Daniel J Ricketts
from Isaiah 9:6
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Jan 25 23, 21:57
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Daniel, I wanted to thank you for your wonderful Rondeau paraphrasing Isiah 9:6. This passage of scripture has been one of my favorites for a long time. I have participated in a number of choirs performing Handel's Messiah and after reading your piece, I had to go on YouTube and enjoyed listening to both the Sydney Opera House's rendition as well as the Tabernacle Choir's performance. Both brought tears to my eyes and a smile to my face. Thank you for sharing your talents and your poem.
Larry
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Jan 26 23, 16:08
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I'm deeply gratified by your response, Larry... and SO pleased that you took that opportunity to hear that beautiful music and rejoice in our Savior. deLightingly, Daniel
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Feb 1 23, 21:22
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I’ve Started
I’ve started cleaning up my yard and though I’m old it’s not too hard to pick up limbs and cut up trees that are remains of Ida’s lees. Although I can’t get every shard
by raking, I know I must guard against some pains as if I’ve sparred. There’s no one here to hear the pleas I’ve started.
A springtime view is my reward if it looks like a greeting card but winter’s here with chilling breeze. Would that it stopped before I freeze and my short tale’s a mere canard I’ve started.
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Feb 2 23, 12:47
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The spring will come
The spring will come before too long though you'll still wear more than a thong when you're outside... at least I think! Besides, your skin will still be pink. Revealing that much might be wrong.
We're neither of us quite as young and we once were among the throng of kids inside the skating rink. The spring will come
to let us out where we belong. I trust you won't don your sarong 'cause folks will think you're on the brink of loony, throw you in the clink and winter, that for you'd prolong. The spring will come.
© MLee Dickens’son 2023 Daniel J Ricketts
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Feb 5 23, 21:02
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After fifty-five years, can't recall all the details. Was not at the mall but at Clearwater Beach in my car. I pulled over, got out my guitar... no I didn't, just asked with a drawl,
"Will ya marry me, girl?" That was all! She said yes without even a stall. And it doesn't at all seem bizarre after fifty-five years.
We went shopping for rings, had a ball. Quarter-carat for her; that was all could afford at the time. Students are not the richest young people by far. Summer marriage... and she's still a doll after fifty-five years.
© MLee Dickens’son 2023 Daniel J Ricketts
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Feb 7 23, 01:38
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I’ve Tried
I’ve tried three times after I’d fought in Viet Nam; true love I sought to heal my heart and mind. A bride; both friend and lover by my side forevermore as I’d been taught.
First two, we went to shop and bought fine rings of gold with diamonds wrought to pledge our vows. Those were denied! I’ve tried.
It seemed, each time, my search was fraught with broken dreams. Success was naught but tears and prayers. God’s hand supplied an angel in my life to guide and share the happiness she brought. I’ve tried!
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