Saturday, February 1, 2025

Editor's Corner

 

By Mary E. Adair

February 2025

"While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation.
Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch."
–Patience Strong


We have enjoyed working on this issue which like February itself, is a bit abbreviated. That doesn't mean less interesting, only more compact - like distilling liquid delivers the true essence. And this month begins Volume 28 online.


We needed a calming period after the weather, in a capricious mood, skipped past our desert area and confounded our Texas Gulf areas along with a few other southern states that hadn't had snow in nearly 30 years (if ever) and piled eight inches, more or less, upon them. More convenient in a way as it had less mileage to cover as it melted and drained toward the coastlines. We had frigid dry below-freezing temps without precipitation. Now February has plans to treat us to the high 70s in its first week. Diversity has its proof in such circumstances.


Check out "Mike's Place" the column by Mike Craner, who makes a discerning but gentle spokesperson for many older citizens. Being a father of a few of the younger generation offers unique insight.


Marilyn Carnell's "Sifoddling Along" column, surprised this editor, but she explains it. Thomas F. O'Neill uses his former experiences while teaching school in China to form his current observations shared in his column "Introspective."


Mattie Lennon's column "Irish Eyes" sounds like it will be frightening from his title, but all is well. Pauline Evanosky's column "Woo Woo" explains that her conversations with the deceased are most often begun by them. Judith Kroll's column "On Trek" addresses decisions chosen when necessary to controlling your life.


"Armchair Genealogy" by columnist Melinda Cohenour has an update on the further findings and upcoming decision in the Gilgo case that has made investigative strides in new uses of DNA. "Cooking with Rod's Family" presents his and Melinda Cohenour's Granddaughter-in-Love Prisca with her "White Chicken Chili" recipe this issue.


John I. Blair's new poem this month, "Spider" is so descriptive one feels they are calmly viewing it with him. One of his poems composed in 2003, "Friendship" appears as an encore. Walt Perryman's poems are "Watching TV or Not!!!", "At Least Try," "Just Rambling This January Morning," and "There is More to Talking than Words." Bud Lemire's poems are "Don't Need Money And Power," "Why Change Anything?" and "Mary, A Good Friend." Bruce Clifford's two poems for us are "Sleepy Old Town" and "We've Always Wanted More." Yours truly has a new poem to share titled "Phases."


As always we continue to rely on our co-founder and webmaster Mike Craner as he is the one we trust for our status quo. Thank you, Mike, for all you accomplish. I shall continue to place our confidence in you as we have in the past.


See you in March!


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Mike's Place

 

By Michael L. Craner

Yep.


We of the older generations that you of the younger generations that incorrectly label anyone born in the last century as "boomers" can be a bit surly, to your eyes even be backwards thinking, rigid, and disdainful of you.


That's fair.


We largely felt the same of those before us and we were also rude, crude, and uncaring at times. For the most part we grew out of it and came to understand what our parents and grandparents meant and came to respect that. Most of you will too in time, which is why most of us don't complain about you nearly as much as we'd like to.


When most of your Hollywood and music heroes have passed on, and you've buried a few friends and maybe even raised a child or two, you'll understand. You still may not agree with us, at least in some things... but you'll come to understand as we have... that we're all just trying to do the best we can.


Be kind, rewind.


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Armchair Genealogy

 

By Melinda Cohenour

FUTURE RESEARCH PLANNED

Our household has been affected by the flu. School districts closed or, where staff has not been decimated by flu, will offer remote schooling.

Updates on the Gilgo Beach Serial Murderer

Court date held January 19. Subjects under discussion and consideration were a Defense motion to sever the multiple murder cases brought against Rex Andrew Heuermann; and an expected challenge to the new DNA tests utilized to connect the victims' remains to Heuermann. This is referred to as a Frye challenge. Every new type DNA or other scientific forensic test is subject to this challenge.


New DNA testing submitted for our step grandson.
Test has just been received per notice from Ancestry. Expected six week wait to begin receiving results.

This should be interesting. Shaun's mother was married to my son John when Shaun was just a toddler. I have been in contact with Shaun's bio dad's sister. She informed me several of her siblings have tested as well.


More next month as your author recovers from the flu and results are received.


See you here next month. (Cough cough cough, sniffle, sniffle. )


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Introspective

 


By Thomas F. O'Neill

I like writing about China because I have lived there for approximately 14 years, and it still appears China is ushering in an era of emerging technologies. I say this because a company in China (WinSun) uses giant 3D printers to make full-size, detached, single-story homes.

This 3D printing technology is a small evolutionary step from spraying toner on paper to putting down layers of something more substantial (such as plastic resin) until the layers add up to an object. And yet, by enabling a machine to produce objects of any shape on the spot and as needed, 3-D printing is ushering in a new era.

The Chinese private firm WinSun boasts they can produce 10 full-sized homes in 24 hours. They have been using four giant 3D printers to spray a mixture of cement and construction waste to build the walls and floors, layer by layer, quickly and more efficiently than any typical manual laborer. The homes can also be produced for under $5,000 due to the printing process.

However, this new technology does have its critics, and they fear that as it advances. The construction industries relying solely on manual laborers to complete their construction contracts may be adversely affected.

For instance, WinSun, as I mentioned, boasts that it can print buildings using any digital design its customers bring. The buildings can be manufactured fast and much more cheaply than manual laborers can produce. Soon, skyscrapers may be built using the same process, and as this technology becomes more readily available, many construction workers may find themselves out of jobs.

The 3D printing methods are also being used in much more creative ways. In America, for instance, a company used the printing process for a handgun. Other manufacturers and designers have used 3D printers to make jewelry, furniture, specialized machine tools, and industrial components.

It has been said that the Chinese government's interventions have been pro-producers at every turn, favoring the growth of their country’s manufacturers over its consumers' purchasing power and living standards. But as 3D printing advances and products become cheaper to produce the consumers in China will greatly benefit from the cheaply manufactured goods. They certainly won’t be losers in the new era; China will always have its domestic market, and its domestic market is huge.

Not all products lend themselves to 3-D printing, though, so the Chinese will not have to immediately give up on being the mass-manufacturing powerhouse of the world. But eventually, as 3D printing takes hold globally, the factories that have made China the workshop of the world will lose much of their force. Goods will be infinitely more customized because altering them won’t require retooling, only tweaking the instructions in the software. Creativity in meeting individuals’ needs will come to the fore as well.

This will force many Chinese manufacturers to focus more on their localized consumers and make products specifically to fulfill individualized consumer needs. As applications of the technology expand and prices drop, goods will be manufactured at or close to their point of purchase or consumption. This will have wide-ranging effects throughout the world.

The overall impact 3D printing will have on the future of manufacturing in China and abroad will undoubtedly be revealed very soon.

Always with love
Thomas F O'Neill

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Cooking with Rod's Family

 


By Melinda Cohenour


Prisca Bradshaw is my Granddaughter-in-Love. She's been family almost 20 years now. I felt like God sent her to us the first time she walked into view.

She has gifted us with two fabulous great-grandsons, Tristan and Christian. Precious boys about 12 years apart. They are strongly connected. Christian really looks up to his big brother and Tristan adores his baby brother.

When Prisca first came into our family she didn't really know how to cook. After enjoying various dishes originated by Pop or myself, she approached us with a special arrangement. We were working long hours at that time, she was already helping keep our home clean and tidy as well as being a loving caretaker and companion to my Mother who was already pretty advanced with Alzheimer's. She suggested she be our chief cook and bottle washer BUT WOULD NEED TRAINING if we were willing. We absolutely were agreeable.

She developed wonderful cooking skills. This is one of her delicious dishes.
Bon appetit ~!

Prisca's White Chicken Chili

Ingredients:

    1. Chicken breast (3lb) (Chop chicken breast, place in broiling pan, cook in oven until tender) While it cooks, in large pot add:
    2. Chicken bone broth (2 large cartons )
    3. Cilantro (2 bunches chop one set aside one)
    4. Mexicorn ( 1 can drained)
    5. Rotel tomatoes ( 1 can )
    6. Diced Tomatoes with Basil ( 1 can drained)
    7. Large purple Onion( chop, yellow or white onion pairs nicely as well)
    8. Cannellini beans (6 cans drain half of the cans)
    9. Great northern beans (6 cans drain half)
    10. White Chicken seasoning ( 3 packages McCormick is the best)
    11. Salt (to taste)
    12. Pepper (taste)
    13. Dash Worcestershire sauce to add in large pot with the oven cooked, chopped chicken
    14. Sharp cheddar cheese ( shredded for the top with cut cilantro as garnish)
    15. Tortilla chips ( for dipping and crunch)

Instructions:

    Chop chicken breast place in broiling pan cook in oven until tender, place in large pot with other ingredients, for maximum flavoring use pan drippings heat to a low boil, reduce to low and let stew for about 30-45 minutes
    My family enjoys the cheese, cilantro and sliced jalapeños on ours but you can add other toppings as well or just enjoy as is.


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Irish Eyes


By Mattie Lennon

On Duty And “It’s About Life, Death And A Packet Of Digestives.”

I did a small bit of amateur acting many decades ago but I don’t have any talents required by a thespian . . . except, I have the ability to belch to order. Why am I telling you this? Well, Hollywood didn’t call or even Dunlavin. But when Wiggleywoo film company was starting production on its first animated feature film, Tea with the Dead, the director, animator, designer and script-writer, Gary Gill tracked me down and asked me to do the voice of one of the characters; not because I have a rough, regional accent but because one of the characters, as written by Gary, is required to belch. In the film Frank Finnegan is a Funeral director/embalmer in the village of Ballyconneely, Connemara but his practice is not run of the mill. No. After he has disinfected, embalmed, washed and dressed the dead he has another unusual mission. He makes them a cup of tea and then brings them back to life. They talk and laugh over tea and biscuits, and basically tell their life story before Frank coffins them and sends them on their way. There are some interesting and amusing incidents before they reach the cemetery.


This film is a spin-off of a short award-winning film of the same name that the company made in 2014. It was broadcast on TG4 and won best animation at festivals in Raindance and Rhode Island and was screened at festivals around the world.


Tea with the Dead is essentially Irish but its characters, its storytelling, its location and its language has a universal theme. Gary told me, “The short hit a chord with our audiences all over the world, people cried, people laughed and people loved it. “


The ‘corpses” that Frank speaks to in the feature film all have sad stories but there is an uplifting joyous ending. When the multi-talented Gary was asked by an interviewer what this film is all about his reply was a masterclass in brevity, “It’s about life, death and a packet of digestives.” In fact it is a charming story that takes the viewer through the five stages of grief with the main character Frank Finnegan, voiced by Colm Meaney, “interviewing” the dead characters.


Watch out for Tea with the Dead. It is quintessentially an Irish film but its characters, its storytelling, its location and its language has a universal theme of grief and love. And you may pick up a trick or too on how to interview a corpse.

* * * * *

ON DUTY.


There has been no scarcity of literary figures in An Garda Siocháná, from various ranks. Muiris O’ Suilleabhain, Dick Farrelly, Tony Guiran and John Duggan to mention but a few. However, On Duty is the first memoir by a retired Assistant Commissioner. This work is basically the life story of John O’ Driscoll, Retired Assistant Commissioner.


It is a very well-written account of this dynamic man’s rise in the ranks from his first day in Templemore Training College on 30th June 1981 to his retirement as an Assistant Commissioner on 28th June 2022.


John O’ Driscoll brings the reader through his days on the beat, gravel crunching, and making inroads into a solution to the heroin epidemic in Dublin’s inner when stationed in Store Street Station to standing, on 15th May 2022, attired in the uniform of Assistant Commissioner, An Garda Siocháná, on the National Mall in Washington DC, preparing to mark the lives and deaths of those who had died on Duty. From the day he joined he saw room for reform and without naming “the heavy-gang” he made it clear that a change in the rules of interrogation was necessary. He was quick to notice that at the time he joined most convictions were the result of confessions.


From being at the wrong end of a sawn-off shotgun and using an unorthodox method the recover a stolen Walkie-Talkie an account of his career is given in minute detail.


He began the Assistant Commissioner role during the deadly gang feud between rival drug cartels in Dublin in 2016 and lead operations against groups in Ireland during the final years of his service as Assistant Commissioner for Special Crime Operations


John died suddenly on 27th September 2024, just one month before the publication of this book.


Garda Commission Drew Harris described John as, “An outstanding member of An Garda Síochána. Throughout his 41 years of stellar service, John worked tirelessly to protect the most vulnerable in society and was a great advocate for the power of sport, particularly boxing, in helping and supporting children from deprived areas.. ."


Minister for Justice Helen McEntee said she was, “very sad and shocked” at the loss and went on to describe him as a “man who manifested integrity and decency, completely dedicated to public service and to serving the State to the very best of his considerable ability. Throughout his career he mentored scores of Gardaí, built strong teams, and played a leading role in devising and implementing An Garda Síochána’s partnership with international law enforcement in tackling the scourge of organised crime groups,”


Taoiseach Simon Harris said “John was a distinguished member of An Garda Síochána who served the force with such integrity”.


In a statement Harris said: “Throughout his 41 years of stellar service, John worked tirelessly to protect the most vulnerable in society and was a great advocate for the power of sport, particularly boxing, in helping and supporting children from deprived areas.”


In recent years, he was to the forefront in Garda successes against organised crime. This work helped save lives and protect communities from the scourge of drugs.


This work is full of acronyms but the author had the foresight to include a glossary. I for one wouldn’t have guessed that OFAC meant Office of Foreign Assets Control or that an ESDA was an electrostatic detection apparatus.


And John O’ Driscoll had wonderful turn of phrase, so the book is loadable with quotable lines. When describing his formula for dealing with international criminal organisations he says, "Anything can be unravelled if you pick at the right threads.”


On Duty is published by Gill Books is an education in the workings of the Irish police and covers ground that not one Garda, before O’ Driscoll, even touched on. In the words of Conor Brady former editor of The Irish Times it is, “Quite without precedent.”

WANT TO TWIN?


My native village/townland of Lacken in west Wicklow has a school, a pub, a church and a community centre and a population of 200. If the powers that be in any similar place in the USA would like to twin with Lacken please let me know.


See you in March.


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Woo Woo


By Pauline Evanosky

Splitting Hairs


I realized something this morning. People don’t always know what a channel is. That is why I began to refer to myself as a psychic channel many years ago. Although, that has never felt completely right to me either. I suppose it would be truthful to admit that I sometimes get nudges out of who knows where about things. But I cannot market that particular talent. It’s just not reliable and I can’t pull it out of a hat.


Mostly, I receive psychic hits these days. Like when my husband is going to telephone or when he is walking up the steps to our house. However, that could just be our long association as we’ve been married for 48 years.


I’m not the person who will know when an airliner or a train is going to crash. Sometimes, I get a sense of disaster, though the last time was in terms of political machinations. That, too, might have only been an overactive imagination. Who knows? Time will tell, I suppose.


It has never worked with the lottery, which I would think a psychic should be able to do. Somewhere I read Edgar Casey got himself banned from the tables in a gambling casino, but I cannot now find evidence of that fact on the internet. It’s just something I knew a long time ago. If you want to hear a channeling funny Edgar just told me gambling is the Devil’s work.


I have never felt a bit psychic because it is as natural as breathing. Yes, I will sometimes get a psychic hit about somebody I’ve met, but it’s never anything that has proven to be a game-changer. I’ve met people who make me uneasy and I will avoid any more contact with them. I’m sure not going to go to someone and say, “Hey, I think you’re a dangerous person. Am I correct?” In fact, everybody does that.


I have to confess going into great detail about what a psychic channel does is harder than just saying I talk to dead people. Also, animals and sometimes plants, but I am not the one who will usually instigate such conversations. Although I do not now give readings, people will approach me and want to hear from their relatives and loved ones who have passed. I cannot summon these folks to come talk to me. I have to just wait to see if they are there. If there are any messages, I will relay what is said.


Which brings me to why I feel uneasy when I say I talk to the dead. I do if they are there to talk to. Can you imagine how many people have passed over the eons? And, talking to Mark Twain in Heaven is likely not the same entity who now walks upon the earth if he is reincarnated.


I asked my spirit guide about that and was told that you can have simultaneous lives, the soul that is you can be thought of as your higher self. Meanwhile, that higher self knows which personality the person on earth wants to talk to. So, yes, I have spoken with Mark Twain occasionally. Is he alive now? Maybe. Probably. It was a massive puzzle for me for a time. Now, I am at peace with it. If they will talk to me I will talk to them. But, I haven’t been so much the approacher as I am the approchee. I think I will begin saying now that the dead talk to me. It’s a fine distinction, but I think it is more honest.


In the articles I write both here and in other places, Spirit does come to chat. If it is appropriate, I will include their comments, which, at times, are funny. Other times, they are just thought-provoking. It took me time to gain harmony with the peanut gallery I once called them. But, now, they have acceded to my simple requests that not everybody talks at once. That used to get complicated.


In the first year, when I learned how to channel after the peanut gallery had become rambunctious and noisy as anything, I only decided to talk to my guide, Seth. After about a year I began slowly to speak to other entities. I remember Amedeaus Mozart was one of the first entities I talked to. This also opened up other possibilities as I learned folk on the other side were willing to help me learn things.


So, from now on, I will say the dead speak to me rather than the other way around. I know it’s splitting hairs, but it feels right.


Thanks for reading. You can find more of my writing on Medium.com. I published a book years ago with channeled advice available at LuLu.com, and I plan to begin writing books this year that will be sold on Amazon.


Never quit believing in magic. It is real.
Pauline Evanosky


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Sifoddling Along

 


By Marilyn Carnell

A New Stage of Life

The time has come for me to give up some of my independence and move to an apartment in a “Senior Living” location. I have been on waiting lists at a couple of places I was considering for about 18 months, but larger apartments are scarce, so I thought I had more time.


I will be moving to a Presbyterian facility, Beacon Hill, in Minnetonka, MN on February 11. The apartment has two bedrooms and a large “dining room” that I plan to use for my office. It is on the southwest corner of the building on the 4th floor. There are lots of windows so it is bright and airy.


To simplify the move, I have hired a special moving company, Rose’s Daughters to move me and set up the new place. They pack and unpack everything just they way I want it. so I will feel “at home” right away. There are lots of activities including a writing group, exercise classes and meals if I want. It has a complete kitchen, 2 bedrooms, 2 baths (one shower, one tub), and a washer & dryer in the apartment.


Minnetonka abuts Hopkins, so I will be near my family. I plan on keeping my car while I still feel safe driving and there is a heated, underground garage for that.


This is a big step for me, but I am advised that it is important to make the move while I am still active and can socialize. I hope I can publish some photos in the future and report on how things are working out. A benefit is that I already know two of the residents, and they will help me get oriented.


I understand if I put a birdfeeder in the window, I can also attract flying squirrels. That should be interesting. I can write a critter report.


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On Trek



By Judith Kroll

How Far Can We Bend?

We are all extremely strong. Because we can bend we seem to take everything farther than we probably should. Life is riddled with problems that come in droves it seems, I know we all understand this. We bend to try and make things work, but we reach the breaking point, and we say, "enough". Many times we see that the problem isn't always us, it is other people who are bending us, trying to mold us to do things their way.


Family, friends, Religious leaders, Work relationships etc. all tugging and pulling us at once. And we still bend. When do we end the bend?


It will probably never end, but we become more elastic, and stretch farther. When we are in control of ourselves, then we can choose when to bend, or not budge.


Saying No is hard to do, but it is necessary. Like a child, they need protected, they need to hear the NO's and why it is a NO. For their safety, and for our peace of mind.


But when someone is using us beyond normal, we have to learn to say Enough. We set our own boundaries.


Some folks would push us till we broke.


Love is always a factor. If we love someone we won't bend them, we would help them. But remember, we all have limits.


Think of solutions using Love and not hate. Saying no is love for ourselves too. Then later we can help when we are ready, if it is not toxic. Toxic people are hurtful to the soul. Some never stop till we say stop.


Love yourself first, it truly is important.
Judith


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Phases

 

By Mary E. Adair

Life evolves in many phases
Which can involve many places
Some are quiet, a pure delight
With peacefulness both day and night

Yet others become exciting places
Like fast horse or faster car races
All are needed to round out one's being
As memories record whatever you're seeing

Whether serene or ferociously wild
You remember it all since being a child
Sometimes you recall what makes you weep
Yet some are just boring you into sleep

Each phase has a purpose, clear or not,
It just shows you how far you've got
Gaining in knowledge, if not in wealth,
The important lesson: Protect your health.

One can spend little time or endless days
Living through just one intriguing phase
Keep up the viewing--each phase has worth
As long as you're dwelling on this earth.

© Jan 30, 2025 Mary E. Adair


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At Least Try!

 

By Walt Perryman

Just try to do the right thing, night and day,
Someone might notice and be the same way.

Try to set a good example for someone to see,
There’s some that’s never seen how it should be.

Parking your shopping cart isn’t much to do.
But if anyone notices, maybe they will too!

You will never be a perfect woman or man,
Just try to do what’s right whenever you can.

You might be surprised who is watching you,
Maybe someone will see, how they should do.

An honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay,
Don’t forget to thank the good Lord, every day!
PS. God and you will know you are trying.

©Jan 16, 2025 Walt Perryman


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Why Change Anything

 

By Bud Lemire

God made people, to be as beautiful as they are
So many are much more beautiful, by far
You don't need botox in your lips, no way
It just makes you look like a freak, every day

You don't need to change anything, why get a tattoo
The body is much better looking, remaining the true you
Don't need to shave the eyebrows, I like how they look
If you can't paint very well, it makes you look like a kook

I'm into natural, just be as you're meant to be
Don't you see your own beauty, that is what I see
You don't need to change anything, for me
The beauty I behold in you, makes it the key

The body is perfect, accepting it is what you should do
You can't always undo your choices, once you go through
I go for personality, you don't need to change a thing
Let your character shine, that will give you a zing

Personality, and having a loving heart
Now that to me, is a work of art
Be happy and content, with how you were made
Don't change anything, you don't need an upgrade

©Jan 7, 2025 Bud Lemire

                     Author Note:

After seeing some people with too much botox in their lips,
it had me thinking. So many people are concerned about
their looks, and trying to improve it, when they don't need to.
If only they could see the beauty they have, without changes.
That beauty that is the soul, that is shown in their personality.


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There is More to Talking than Words

 

By Walt Perryman

When you speak, it’s the tone of your voice,
It can do good, or harm and it is your choice.

I believe the tone in your voice is powerful.
It can make someone feel good or terrible!

Sometimes, your words can not say it alone,
What can make the difference is your tone!

But, it is not just your tone as you will realize,
Your tone must match your heart and eyes!

©Jan 11, 2025 Walt Perryman


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Spider

 

By John I. Blair

As I leaned attentively
Listening to the speaker of the day
Talk about a life that was not frightening,

I noticed on the shiny floor
Beside his foot
A tiny spider
Barely bigger than a bean
But black as soot.

It wandered slow across the wood
Apparently in search of food,
Oblivious to the room so full of humans.

I could not keep myself from wondering
If the spider did not see
That the massive fabric pier
Next to its octuple of eyes

Was in fact a leg
That with a single careless movement
Could squash it flatter than a leaf,
Too fast for grief.

With my cane
I gently nudged the spider,
Hoping to divert its path
Into a safer arc;

But it refused to harken
To my hint and wandered
Farther into jeopardy,
Aiming down the aisle
Between other human legs.

Then fate delivered safety;
Its route brought it to the door
And thence into the nearby kitchen

Where, hopefully,
It found a host of insects
More suitable to greet
Than a size 12 brogan would have been.

©2025 John I. Blair, 1/26/2025


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We've Always Wanted More

By Bruce Clifford

Like my tongue stuck to a frozen flagpole.
My mind is always stuck on you.
It’s not like we ever had a breakthrough.

I never knew what we could do.
What we could have done.

As I said before.
We’ve always wanted more.
Like two bandits in the night.
Figuring out what was always in sight.

Drifting on a silver ray.
Pointed towards the night and day.
Life is all we can explore.
We’ve always wanted more.

Like my heart attached to a string.
My mind is tied up with this dream.
It’s not like we ever had a breakthrough.

I never knew what we could do.
What we could have done.

What have we tried?
All the oceans to explore.
Memories right in front of the door.
We’ve always wanted more.

©1/8/2025 Bruce Clifford


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Don't Need Money And Power

 

By Bud Lemire

I don't need a lot of money, and I don't need any power
Just give me a good book, great music, and a shower
Great friends by my side, satisfies me
I never understood the rich, so I let it be

I've never had a lot of money, and I'm glad to say
I see the things the rich people, will never see any day
I don't need a lot of money, and I certainly don't need power
Nature is my friend, every bird, creature, and every flower

I don't like control, equality is my thing
A sunrise, sunset, and what each day will bring
Just a warm sunny day, at my favorite spot
Something cold to drink, when it's too hot

Too much money and too much power, isn't good for the soul
Why, there's something missing, it's like a deep dark hole
I'm more rich, because I have less
As long as I can get through, any mess

You guessed it, I'm for those who struggle to get by
They're the ones, who know life before they die
I'll admit, I've never been rich, and that's okay
I didn't have a hard life, but I struggled in my own way
Just enough money to get by, I enjoyed the little things
The love in my life, guided me as it pulled on my heartstrings

©Jan 29, 2025 Bud Lemire

                      Author Note:

The greatest power you'll ever have, is the love you share with
others. The friendship you give and receive from others. The help
you give to those who need it. Either by just visiting with them,
and showing compassion and understanding, or a good deed they
needed help with. You don't need a lot of money, and with all these
qualities, you already have all the power inside, when you have Love.


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Watching TV or Not!!!

 

By Walt Perryman

Here lately Satan has got a hold on me,
My sin was just watching too much TV.

Watching the news can change my life,
If you don’t believe me, just ask my wife.

If I lose the remote, it improves my day.
Because then I seem to find time to pray.

I am not trying to influence any of you,
You can watch too much, if you want to!

But I am not going to watch any TV today,
I’ll ask God to hide the remote when I pray.

©January 2025 Walt Perryman


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Friendship

 


By John I. Blair

If there is dark at your world’s rim
I want to be a point of light,
An anchor in the shifting sand,
A warm spot you can count upon
In this grim, grand human space.
For faith brings no assurance;
Right now, in present time and place,
We also must believe in friends.
So know that I am here for you
If you have need; and there shall be
No deed to merit it, for this I do
To earn my own existence.

©2002 John I. Blair
Encore


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Mary, A Good Friend

 

By Bud Lemire

We first met in the park, when we were five years old
With the same last name, but all would later unfold
Were we related, would we ever know
Time would tell, but first we had to grow

The first LeMire Doctor in Escanaba, died tragically
His parents were a LeMire, and a Pinard, you see
My Grandparents, were a Lemire and Pinard too
Their connection to each other, was unknown to me and you

Over the years, we'd meet now and then
Stop for a chat, and ask “How you've been”
As we got older , it continued this way
Until we came to 2025, and that is today

We did find out, her LeMire lineage comes from Nicolet
If you pronounce the T, you're not French I bet
That's in the distant past, let's move ahead
I don't like seeing Doctors, it's something that I dread

I was pushed by a cousin, and by an Angel that I love
To be checked out for a cough, I was being watched from above
Mary was a distant cousin, but she was also a caring friend
She offered to drive me, until I was on the mend
Thank you Mary, my cousin and my friend
I appreciate your help, now this poem can end.

©Jan 28, 2025 Bud Lemire

                     Author Note:

Mary, thanks for giving me a hand when I needed it.
I appreciate the three days that you helped me out
when I needed it. Thanks for being a caring friend
and cousin.


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Just Rambling This January Morning

 

By Walt Perryman

When you raise a child in God’s way,
It is a lifetime gift that will always stay.

But with no God, old Satan will move in,
It can be a lifetime gift of misery and sin.

How you’re raised, is often who you’ll be,
Look in the mirror, which one do you see.

However, it's never too late to live God's way,
If you have not done so, then why not today?

©Jan 17, 2025 Walt Perryman


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Sleepy Old Town

By Bruce Clifford

I put the lyrics in a box.
Long ago rested in time.
Often counting her bonds and stocks.
Left with nothing other than trying to survive.

She’s been counting her twilight and beans.
Forever searching, always in need.

I put those memories aside.
Long ago with the loss of pride.
He kicked her hard while she was down.
Breaking her soul in a sleepy old town.

Now she’s high jacking her cosmic ways.
Forever dreaming, always betrayed.

She put a pair of her shoes on the side.
I found them once when it was late at night.
She fought so hard not to make a sound.
Creating spaces in a sleepy old town.

I put a memory in a box.
Long ago frozen in time.
Often counting her scars and space.
Left with a dream of saving grace.

©1/13/2025 Bruce Clifford


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