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Now is a quiet time

A place for verse

A space for rhyme.

What better way

In heart and mind

To end the day.

The day is ended

Work is done

Wrongs are mended.

The evening sky

In star filled dark

Asks not why

We search for love

‘neath silver moon

And stars above.

In this blissful peace

We find solace

(and) all else will cease.

The spirit inside

Finds its release

And no longer hides.

Words flow easily

The dream begins

And the page is filled.

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GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY !

Posted January 18, 2017 by PapaBear in Experiences, Personal, Poetry, Uncategorized

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~ Eventide ~   3 comments

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Now is a quiet time

A place for verse

A space for rhyme.

What better way

In heart and mind

To end the day.

The day is ended

Work is done

Wrongs are mended.

The evening sky

In star filled dark

Asks not why

We search for love

‘neath silver moon

And stars above.

In this blissful peace

We find solace

(and) all else will cease.

The spirit inside

Finds its release

And no longer hides.

Words flow easily

The dream begins

And the page is filled.

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GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY !

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Posted August 1, 2016 by PapaBear in Personal, Poetry, Uncategorized

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Advanced Education   11 comments

Doctorate

Yes, dear friends, I have at long last been awarded my PHD

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It’s been a long hard pull and the work was, more often than not, just exhausting.  It all started with observations, samplings, composition, engineering, planning, and finally, but not least, the work.  The certificate was the culmination of years of work in a hazardous, demanding, mostly cold, hostile environment, but I have prevailed.

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The Board of Regents

By virtue of the authority vested in it by law

And on the recommendation of its members,

Does hereby confer upon

Paul Barton

Who has satisfactorily completed the prescribed programs for

The degree of

PHD

In the study of   Snow Removal

With all the rights, privileges, and honors thereunto appertaining

This Twenty-Seventh day of January, Two Thousand Fourteen

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This certificate is to verify that said above individual has , in the process of snow removal,

Has Piled it Higher and Deeper,

than anyone else in the neighborhood

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Good Night Everybody !!!

The First Snow   4 comments

(This is a sequel to an earlier post “The Evening Mist” and will be a continuing story)

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A Late Autumn Visit

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Leaves covered the grass like a multi-colored blanket.  It was a season when life seemed to be receding and going into hiding or hibernation.  The mood of the outdoors brought the thoughts and memories, like the weight of years bearing down on his shoulders.  It’s been so long since he had felt the warmth and softness of love in his arms, seen those sapphire bright eyes, and the glow of that radiant smile.  There is this private place in the heart where these feelings, most times kept in check by the cares and trials of the day, surface, unexpectedly, in the quiet hours of the early morn.  It seems that truly complete love forms such a connection that, even after a physical absence of so many years, that bond still exists, through death and beyond.

The windows were closed, but there was a whisper of a breeze and the curtains parted.  Though no one was visibly there, her spirit filled the room. Her scent drifted through the air and he stirred, but did not waken.  His mind not aware, but his heart feels her at his side, in his arms, and he tastes the warm red wine of her lips on his.  There is a sweet caress…, a gentle calm comes over his troubled soul and he is at peace again.  He woke to the undeniable scent of Jasmine, though it was winter and the night’s snowfall had blanketed everything in white…, everything but the footprints leading from the window near his bed.

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It’s the second dream like this, the first this past summer on that night at the beach.  Dreaming ?  Maybe, but again, what about those footprints ?  …again last night…, footprints, footprints that lead to nowhere.  Was he going mad ?  Had he crossed some invisible line of mental behavior ?  He didn’t think so.

Ok…  It was time to get ready for work…, and the driveway needed to be cleared.  As he started down the driveway with the snowblower, he noticed that the footprints he had seen earlier had somehow disappeared.  There had been no more snow to cover them.  They were simply gone.  Had they ever existed  ?  It was late.  No time to dwell on this now.  He had to get to work.   Footprints…?

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Good Night Everybody !!!

May you find rest in your sleep

Peace in your mind

And Love in your heart !

Footsteps – Part 1   11 comments

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The Evening Mist

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It had been an overall difficult day.  Work was hard and neverending and, rather than join the after-work group at the bar he just wanted to get away…, from everyone, and everything.  After a short drive down the coast highway he stopped at a familiar beach, one he often frequented just for this purpose.  It was unimproved, without all the modern conveniences, and not too many people frequented its environs.  For him, it was like a private sanctuary, a retreat for a tired mind and an aching heart. He finished his beer, spread a blanket on the sand and stretched out to sleep.

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The red sun resigned itself to settling below the distant horizon.  Evening mist drifts silently, slowly, across  the water to the blanket where he lay dozing.  Out of the mist, like a shadow, a slyph glides to his side to caress his weary brow and kiss the eyes now closed in sleep.  He stirs, reaching, but doesn’t find the object of his quest, the subject of his dream.  She touches her lips to his, tenderly, and then drifts back into the mist, seemingly leaving no trace of her visit.  As quietly as it came, the mist drifts back out across the bay.

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It’s after midnight when he wakes, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  The night is absolutely clear, with a bright silvery moon hanging overhead.  As he carefully folds the blanket, he notices footprints leading from where he slept back into the water, all the while thinking of the strange dream he’d had.  Leave it be, he thought.  It was just a weird dream, nothing more.  Forget it!  …but what about those footprints…?  Nah, it was just a dream…

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or was it ???

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Doin’ the Things I Can   5 comments

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(This came to mind the other night.  Couldn’t sleep so…..
It’s a song – think slow country ballad)

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Now I’m tired and I’m weary

And I can’t understand

Why there’s no peace of mind these days

These days…

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There are times that I wanted to just fade away

Things are just not the way that I planned

But each mornin’ I get up to face the new day

Smile, and do the things that I can…, I can

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All the hopes that I dreamed of

were all made of sand

And slipped through my fingers

Slipped away…, away

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There are times that I wanted to just fade away

Things are just not the way that I planned

But each mornin’ I get up to face the new day

Smile, and do the things that I can…, I can

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I can see theres no use to cry and complain

Things are not gonna change that way…, that way

Doin’ life’s hard work’s the only way to gain

Gotta work before I can play

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Sunrise

There are times that I wanted to just fade away

Things are just not the way that I planned

But each mornin’ I get up to face the new day

Smile, and do the things that I can…, I can

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Posted September 19, 2013 by PapaBear in Personal, Poetry, Songs

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The Day After Christmas   6 comments

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‘Twas the day after Christmas

And there on the sand

With his eight tiny reindeer

All lookin’ so grand

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That jolly old elf

With a drink in his hand

Was stretched out on the beach

And gettin’ a tan.

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There was no denyin’

He was havin’ some fun

After the whole night a flyin’

The year’s work was done.

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See y’all next Christmas – S.C.

Posted December 25, 2012 by PapaBear in Humor, Other Art, Poetry

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