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Poems from Ocean Ridge, North Carolina: Anniversary
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Poems from Ocean Ridge, North Carolina. Thoughts and views from a retired government worker as recorded in rhythm and rhyme. Tuesday, October 19, 2010. Happy Anniversary / Florence Dailey. I’ve studies the angles from hither and yon. And here are the conclusions that I have drawn:. Our marital status is a bit of a mess. It’s rough to admit it, but, honey, confess. If laid end to end was the time you spent flittin’. On trips or in school, or as AO just sittin’. It should be the second or at most the third.
Poems from Ocean Ridge, North Carolina: My Daddy Was a Fly Boy
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Poems from Ocean Ridge, North Carolina. Thoughts and views from a retired government worker as recorded in rhythm and rhyme. Friday, October 29, 2010. My Daddy Was a Fly Boy. My Daddy Was a Fly Boy. October was an important month to me. It was my parents wedding anniversary and the month my father was reporting missing in action. Here is a poem I wrote about my mom and dad. My Daddy was a fly boy. My Mom an Army nurse. They met back in the second war. When the world was at its worse. Back in the 2nd war.
Poems from Ocean Ridge, North Carolina: The Osprey
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Poems from Ocean Ridge, North Carolina. Thoughts and views from a retired government worker as recorded in rhythm and rhyme. Monday, September 20, 2010. We had a pair of Osprey make a nest down the road from us. They were the inspiration for this poem. I started the poem, let it sit for awhile then added two new verses today. Who builds their nest high in the trees. With a beautiful view. Seen by so few. They’ll be seen floating by. High in the sky. Over an Ocean Ridge pond. Then drop from the sky.
Poems from Ocean Ridge, North Carolina: July 2010
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Poems from Ocean Ridge, North Carolina. Thoughts and views from a retired government worker as recorded in rhythm and rhyme. Tuesday, July 20, 2010. I have just posted about a dozen poems that I had previously posted on facebook. Once through the new posts of 20 July, you will find poems that have not been posted anywhere else. BTW - I appear to be stuck on 17 followers. Isn't there anyone you can tell about this site that will sign up to be a follower? Links to this post. Selling Off Roy Rogers. Before ...
Poems from Ocean Ridge, North Carolina: A Little Hill in Arlington
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Poems from Ocean Ridge, North Carolina. Thoughts and views from a retired government worker as recorded in rhythm and rhyme. Saturday, October 30, 2010. A Little Hill in Arlington. It is about 10 days past the anniversary of the report of my father's missing plane. I have posted this poem before but think it appropriate to re-post it around this anniversary every time. It took 50 years for us kids to get closure on his departure. There’s a little hill in Arlington. Where no bodies are interred. With othe...
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the way i see it*: April 2010
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The way i see it*. Wednesday, April 28, 2010. A matter of days. Because it's Wednesday. must shout-out to the countdown. and "the hair". ;o) - just takes on a whole new meaning when knowing you'll be walking the same floors, eh? Tuesday, April 27, 2010. All you need to know. A to Zen. Monday, April 26, 2010. Mondays make the best opportunities. Sunday, April 25, 2010. What do you mean april's over? A week to go. Saturday, April 24, 2010. Friday, April 23, 2010. It's not friday, it's "my"-day. Probably th...
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Spirituals: April 2010
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010. I Saw an Angel. With the passing of a friend, I thought of this poem I wrote a while back as a comfort to a co-worker who had lost his wife. I thought I would share it with all of you. And then at once, I saw an angel. Sitting there as if at rest. I thought my lord, where have you gone. I loved you so, you loved me best. The stone was rolled back from the tomb front. There in your place, an angel sat. He said don’t fear, he has arisen. If you’ll recall, he told you that. To fin...
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Spirituals: Spiritual Progress
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Friday, August 27, 2010. I was looking through my collection of spiritual poems and discovered that I had met my initial goal of a poem for each week out of the year. I have written close to 60 and have posted at least 36 of them on this blog. I hope someone is getting some good out of them. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). His Hand on My Shoulder. Poems from Ocean Ridge. Http:/ poemsbymdailey.blogspot.com. View my complete profile.
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Spirituals: After the Storm
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Friday, August 27, 2010. I have a friend that is a photographer. His name is Allen Pearson. He recently posted some pictures of clouds and inspired me to write some poems to go along with some of them. After the storm has passed us. Red clouds dot the sky. Reflecting hell’s own fire storm. That somehow passed us by. Then all at once the clouds part. Bright rays come shining through. Reminding us that God’s still there. No matter what we do. So when your life is stormy. And red cloud’s all you see.
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Spirituals: Worship
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010. I received an e-mail from the Decons of the church we attended in VA. It was just to announce the subject of an upcoming decon's meeting - Worship. I wrote this poem and sent it back to them for use in the meeting. What is the meaning of worship? To idolize, honor, respect. To keep on one’s mind. Most all of the time. To remember – to never neglect. What is the sign of worship? To get on your knees and pray. Or to reach out to your brother,. Father, sister and mother.
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Spirituals: September 2010
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Monday, September 20, 2010. I have a good friend who posted a picture of an old church and talked about the many sweet memories she had of it. This is for Janet. Many sweet memories we had in that place. Of family and friends and God’s holy grace. These are the things even time can’t erase. They built the foundation, put in a floor. Raised up the walls and opened the door. And that was way back in 1804. It was out in the sticks, Gates County, NC. The Middle Swamp Baptist Church came to be. Faith for man ...
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Spirituals: His Hand on My Shoulder
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Tuesday, August 3, 2010. His Hand on My Shoulder. I wrote this awhile back but never got around to posting it. Let me know if it does anything for you. As a youth I was a Christian. Knowing not what I believe. Heard the words but I just didn’t listen. It was more than my mind could conceive. Then all at once He touched my shoulder. Turning me now to His path. Showing me how to be bolder. By leaning much more on his staff. In the Army in my first real battle. Pinned down by the enemy fire. View my complet...
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Spirituals: Blameless on the Cross
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Thursday, July 15, 2010. Blameless on the Cross. I wrote this a few years ago. I had heard the phrase "blameless on the cross" and wanted to see where that took me in verse. Here it is. You were there hanging blameless on the cross. You were there all alone as if your cause were lost. I could not see the path you laid before me. For I did not understand. You were blameless on the cross. For all the sins of man. I’ve heard about your preaching – some said you are the one. Not alone, your cause had not bee...
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Spirituals: Keep Me Safe
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Friday, August 27, 2010. This beautiful picture of clouds by Allen Pearson inspired me to write a poem and send it to him. I saw the storm clouds gathering. I prayed – Lord, keep me safe. With all your might and majesty. Protect this lowly waif. Not just from Mother Nature. From all evil stalking me. Part the clouds of doubt and sin. So your bright light I might see. For as the Bible tells us. You’re the light and you’re the way. Guide me and protect me. Keep me safe, I pray. His Hand on My Shoulder.
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