~~ September’s Song ~~   1 comment

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There’s a coolness 

In the breeze

As leaves shower

From the trees.

Days grow short and

Nights grow long

As Autumn sings 

September’s Song.

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Posted September 4, 2017 by PapaBear in Experiences, Memories, Personal, Poetry

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A Midnight Rose   2 comments

(The painting is a bit of fluff just completed. Part of my summertime distractions.)

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Only in the deepest darkness

Does she come to the one

She knows, and to him alone

Does she give the beauty

And the loveliness of the

Beautiful Midnight Rose.

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Posted August 11, 2017 by PapaBear in A Little Romance, Personal, Poetry

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When Life Was Young   3 comments

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This old worn out guitar
won’t let me go near as far
as that beautiful winking star

In the moonlight it seems
I’m forever tied to dreams
held in balance, life’s extremes

I find you in the morning light
And in the starlight of the night
With this I know that all is right

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Love and cherished memories 

are tied to happy reveries 

of the days when life was young

Blue-Moon.[1]

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Good Night Everybody

 

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I have sat in the light of a yellow moon with the sandman
And my heart has been touched by the flames.
In the early light of dawn when I arose
I saw my faceless fate clothed in the sun.
When I look at you,  the sunrise in your smile lights my day

There was a love story tied with ribbons
But there are still wishes I can’t answer
Only the heart, touched by the fire
And the deep eternal love still burning there
And never such words as these came from my imperfect hands
But from the soul of my being.


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Posted July 29, 2017 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

Stuff ‘n’ Things   3 comments

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     Well, it’s been a short summer, but a longer time than I’ve had time to call my own.  What with a few short 2 day trips here and there, and projects around the house & yard, and….., well I never would have believed that grandkids could take up so much of my time!!!!!  Aside from the above, I’ve been fishing a bit…, and painting…., and doing a lot of readin’ and relaxin’, but not too much writing, as you’ve probably noted .  Other than being busy a lot, I’ve enjoyed it all. 

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A color pencil work…..

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….and a watercolor

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Well, the clock is pushin’ on toward midnight here and I should probably be

calling it a day before my eyes slam completely shut so………

OK, OK….. goodnight everybody !!!

Laugh a Little !   1 comment

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With all the violence and depravity in the news now, isn’t it time for a little levity ????

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I had a knock at my door earlier, it was a policeman…
“Mr Cook?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“I’m afraid your dog has just been reported to have chased someone on a bike.”
I said, “That’s a crock ! – my dog doesn’t have a bike!”

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This past year saw the coldest winter since records began

for countries in the northern hemisphere.

It’s been so cold that numerous politicians were actually

 seen with their hands in their own pockets.

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Diet Day 1: Just removed all the fattening food from my house, it was delicious.

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If con is the opposite of pro, it must mean Congress is the opposite of progress?

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Why was the jazz movie rated R?
Too much sax and violins.

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My friend boasted he had the body of a Greek god.

I had to explain to him where Buddha actually came from.

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Posted June 7, 2017 by PapaBear in Humor

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~ Night Dreams ~   1 comment

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Can_I_Have_This_Dance__by_CuoraColeonyx[1]

Tonight I am far away.

I am in another time and space, holding a beautiful young girl in my arms and dancing to

the melody of a soft, slow waltz.  She is smiling sweetly.  No words are spoken.  None need

be as our hearts are so entwined that each knows instinctively what the other is thinking.

There are at least a hundred other people at the dance but we neither see nor hear them as

we are lost in an intimately private world of our own.

 Veranda - Buena Vista - Biloxi

The music in the Buena Vista ballroom died and the band packed up and was leaving.  We danced out onto the veranda to the music that kept playing in our hearts that night.  Til then, neither had voiced the words “I love you”, but we’d heard them a thousand times in each other’s eyes.

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