Archive for the ‘Prose’ Category

~~~ A Change of Pace ~~~   1 comment

Just to catch you all up…..  La Casa de Pablo is no longer mine.

The property was too large for me to properly care for and it deserved more attention than I was able to give it, so, in desperation I finally sold it.  ‘Twas a sad occasion.  

PapaBear now resides at La Casita en el Lago.

This is a very spacious villa on a small lake that’s just north of the Univ. of Notre Dame campus.  It’s a restful, relaxing place where I can sit in the sun porch and watch the ducks and geese on the lake as I take my morning coffee…., that is, after I complete the updating and restoration of the interior.  Y’all didn’t think I’d just move into a place without making it a comfortable and customized residence, did you ?  There are walls to tear out, hardwood to be laid, windows to replace, counters that are crying for new tops, and a hundred other things to be done before I can consider rest, relaxation, writing, and painting (I’ve been doing enough of that other kind of painting, thank you).  When it’s finished I will give it a better name, start relaxing, and call it home.  

Enough for now.  Updates with pics will follow as I have time...

My best to all !!!

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Posted November 2, 2018 by PapaBear in About, Experiences, Family, Personal, Prose

~~~ Too Many Miles ~~~   2 comments

I venture forth when shadows
Steal the evening’s light
Wandering darkened pathways
Through the blackened night
I passed by your window
Gazed on you asleep
Continued on my journey
Into the long night’s deep
Had I stopped
would want to stay
But too many miles
Before light of day…

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Posted June 13, 2018 by PapaBear in Experiences, Memories, Personal, Poetry, Prose

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Wishes for You   1 comment

Wishes ‘n’ a wee toast t’ lead all into the spirit o’ St. Valentine’s Day !

 

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May you always have these blessings

A soft breeze when it’s hot

A warm fireside when it’s not

And the comfort of love ‘n’ friendship always

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Posted February 3, 2018 by PapaBear in holiday, Personal, Poetry, Prose

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The Day After   Leave a comment

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‘Twas the day after New Years

And out on the deck

The thermometer must have broken

“Now what the heck???”

I picked up my trusty electronic phone

And there what I saw chilled me to the bone

And there what I saw what I couldn’t have seen

The thermometer read MINUS 15

The snow was piled high out there on the drive

And I thought this must be the most terrible dread

And, when I woke and found, I was really alive

I thought I might be better off dead

Closed the blind on the window and got back into bed

And pulled the covers up over my head

 Snow Queen, Frost Maiden, Old Man Winter, how did they dare

Visit my world with such outlandish nightmare

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Ah yes, my friends, the “polar vortex”, “El Nino”, and “La Nina” have all gathered to party with us this winter…, and from the looks of things they intend to stay for a while.  Here at the southern tip of Lake Michigan we haven’t seen a temp even near 20 degrees (above, that is) for nearly 3 weeks, and snow nearly every day in amounts more than is being forecast.  To conclude this little New Years rant I leave you with only one little question…..

What ever happened to Global Warming ?????

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~~ HAPPY NEW YEAR ~~   2 comments

As we open the Book of Years to 2018.., to a new page.., to a new chapter…

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May all of your roads be downhill

May your blessings be as many as the stars in the heavens

May you always have enough

May your heart always be too full of love for troubles to enter, 

May your soul be too full of peace to harbor bitterness or hate

…And may the sun always shine on your dreams.

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These are my wishes for you for this New Year…, and forever, my friends

May they all come true. 

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Peace and Love

Paul

Posted December 26, 2017 by PapaBear in holiday, Personal, Prose

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55 Years and 6 Days   Leave a comment

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Some of you may recognize this.  It’s an annual tradition of mine.  It’s to honor the memory of a time precious to me, and a brief part of my life shared with a beautiful young woman who chose to share her love with me.

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At the beginning of December
Conversations turned to snow
It was always in her questions
Wherever we would go
I promised I would take her
So that finally she would know
But angels came to take her home
And she never saw the snow.
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As the chill of winter settles on the land and brings gray clouds the horizon, memories of another December come to mind and I feel a presence, and I hear a soft whisper, “Don’t fret dearest.  I’ve been with you all this time, every day of every year…, and, yes darlin’, even in the snow”.  A quick caress and she is gone again. Christmas…., a time we were, sadly, never to be able to share with each other.
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In memory of Gayle Marie
December 10, 1962 Heaven gained another angel…, and another star shone brightly in the night sky…., 55 years and 6 days ago.
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Good Night Everyone

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Merry Christmas

Posted December 18, 2017 by PapaBear in A Little Romance, Experiences, Family, holiday, Memories, Personal, Photo, Poetry, Prose

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~ Night Dreams ~   1 comment

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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.

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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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