untitled (Poetry) - 1/17/2009 6:08:25 AM
A favorite saying of mine is: "Thank God for new beginnings!" I believe He is the God of New Beginnings. When you arrive at a crossroads, God will show you the way. Sometimes you have to step out in faith, but He is there when you put your life in His hands.
This is a brave and hopeful poem, Randy. May it inspire every reader. Connie
untitled (Poetry) - 12/16/2008 8:02:37 AM
What a wonderful expression of fortitude and growth. Loved this Randy. Love and hugs, Bonnie
untitled (Poetry) - 12/16/2008 3:43:23 AM
No stone will be left unturned in search of the sharp knife which can cut any chain holding back like a slave a free man.
Georg
untitled (Poetry) - 12/15/2008 5:25:19 PM
You left no stone unturned with this excellent writing. A reason for each action and a choice for lifes path.
CarolHawks
When We Were Kids at Play (Poetry) - 11/28/2008 9:32:57 AM
A moving tribute; truly a gift. Thank you for sharing it, Randy. Love and peace to you,
Regis
When We Were Kids at Play (Poetry) - 10/9/2008 7:07:53 AM
A great tribute to a well remembered brother, although one can from time to time, close the eyes and play with our brothers as we did before, only we need to remember what make us laugh together...
Georg
When We Were Kids at Play (Poetry) - 10/9/2008 4:03:44 AM
Gee, I'm just getting over the shakes, chills, and fever, now you do this to me. You hit my heart with this. Love, Bonnie
When We Were Kids at Play (Poetry) - 10/9/2008 3:40:23 AM
A wonderful heartfelt remembrance of your brother, my friend.
When We Were Kids at Play (Poetry) - 10/8/2008 10:20:35 PM
Very touching. Thank you for sharing this.
Sheila
When We Were Kids at Play (Poetry) - 10/8/2008 4:36:20 PM
Randy,
A wonderful showing of loving admiration for your late brother you hold dearly; expressed with compassion in this deeply moving poem.
Stay well my friend, Stuart
My Jesus (Poetry) - 9/25/2008 5:48:01 PM
That's 4 out of 4. This is a wonderful song from the Lord. I sure would love to hear the tune He gave me. I'm going to save it and sing it however it comes out. Praise God!
Connie
Drowning Worms (Poetry) - 9/25/2008 5:43:28 PM
Yes, I think I can see Seuss here-in the splash and the splish.
Really good, entertaining write!
Connie
Scars (Poetry) - 9/25/2008 5:39:00 PM
A heart-touching poem. It opens the reader's mind to the sadness of your words, empathy with you for your hidden scars, and flashes of memory of one's own scars.
I'm so glad God can heal the scars and give hope. And that makes me think of Jesus, and the scars He wears. To think that He bore the cross, "despising the shame, for the joy that waited for Him"
We are His joy.
Good writing, Randy.
Connie
Scars (Poetry) - 9/25/2008 3:31:54 PM
Randy,
I agree, there is no pain more painful than when we hurt inside. Wonderful writing, may the scars fade.
Take care, Stuart
A Little Place I Call Home (Poetry) - 9/25/2008 3:23:43 PM
Randy,
Oh how we remember the care free days when life wasn't so complex.
Thank you for stirring up the memories --Terrific stuff!
Stay well, Stuart
Scars (Poetry) - 9/25/2008 1:03:58 PM
Those are the scars we carry with us throughout our journey of life, nicely penned...
Be always safe,
Karen
Scars (Poetry) - 9/25/2008 5:20:51 AM
Yes,I agree I have them scars also well written dear man...have a wonderful and safe day OK...Hugssss,much love too you
Scars (Poetry) - 9/25/2008 4:27:46 AM
,,scars are a reminder of hurts,,though they can make us stronger and better because of them. Hope yours all heal!
Christine
Scars (Poetry) - 9/25/2008 4:08:43 AM
Soon, I hope those scars will only be a memory, maybe. I've had many. Today I deal with the new scars. If we dwell on the old the new will add more pain.
Scars (Poetry) - 9/25/2008 3:45:47 AM
Sew words and yet, a thousands of years of world knowledge, simple words that don't explain the scars, just show them to the reader.
Georg
Scars (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 11:57:17 PM
Hey Randy,the most deep scars that people have are the ones that are inside of us.It will never go away and not even a doctor can cure it.This is indeed an honest and truthfully poem.take care
Edwin
Scars (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 8:13:41 PM
so true you take care
Scars (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 7:21:27 PM
So true - the ones on the inside are hardest to heal and, most often, impossible to see. -- Jeff
Drowning Worms (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 6:17:08 PM
I love the rhythm (and the rhyme) and the way the verses flow; like the river where you drowned your worms. Dreamy write. I enjoyed it, Randy. Love and peace,
Regis
Scars (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 6:14:51 PM
Right on, Randy. You express the truth. It is the inner scars that never seem to disappear. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Scars (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 5:47:09 PM
Randy,
Truth! Very well penned. I carry a lot of scars, inside and out, as well - the ones on the inside hurt the worst. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Scars (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 5:35:22 PM
Oh is this true Randy, My whole body is filled with scars, but some one the inside are the ones I mind the most. God bless you for this touching write. Love, Bonnie
Scars (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 5:26:38 PM
Unfortunately...this happens to most people...
Sandie Angel :o(
Drowning Worms (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 3:28:46 PM
Sounds like a fun and relaxing place to be. A chance to unwind and give the mind a little peace...
Be always safe,
Karen
My Jesus (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 2:53:44 PM
Can you sing this somg?...if not find someone to sing it the way you heard it.
Drowning Worms (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 11:21:11 AM
Sounds like a great way to spend an evening -- totally stress free!
Drowning Worms (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 11:17:27 AM
I like this poem,I am glad you had a good time and I know you will do it again.take care of yourself
Edwin
Drowning Worms (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 11:01:36 AM
Great poem. I used to sit on the bank of the Chesapeake bay, and pretend I was fishing. I don't like worms or fish, so I sat there with a pole in my hand for the heck of it. It was fun.
Mary
Drowning Worms (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 10:35:45 AM
sounds great, good poem
My Jesus (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 10:28:52 AM
....this is moving.. heartfelt, I agree with Bonnie, would be a great song.
Drowning Worms (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 10:24:45 AM
..does not get any better than that,,,Life is good!
Christine
Drowning Worms (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 10:12:17 AM
Good one, Randy; well done! :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
My Jesus (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 6:19:10 AM
Oh Randy, you've got to put this to music for I heard a song from God. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Love in Christ, Bonnie
A Little Place I Call Home (Poetry) - 9/20/2008 6:01:59 AM
Randy,
This poem brought me back to my childhood. I use to put lightning bugs in a jar too! There were 8 kids in my family, I have tons of good memories of us playing baseball in front of our house, picking blackberries for Mama to make a cobbler, so many days I relive. Thanks for sharing this poetry, Randy.
Many blessings,
~Linda
A Little Place I Call Home (Poetry) - 9/20/2008 4:42:35 AM
Hi, Randy, and welcome to Authors' Den!
I enjoyed this peppy little poem about the place you call home. It brings scenes of carefree happiness and triggers my own memories.
Connie
In His Eyes (Poetry) - 9/7/2008 6:41:42 AM
Great philosophical outlook that provides substance for thought, Randy. Love and peace,
Regis
In His Eyes (Poetry) - 9/5/2008 1:46:28 AM
Hello Randy,
Thanks for your reply. I think this poem is brief but complete in its content, and skillfully framed in the "rigid" gauge of what a poem is, rhyme and verse. Still your writing such a profound thought in a few words is ART...with the perfect closing "Guess I better cherish each remaining day."
A person's eyes carry the scars of the past.
Cynthia
In His Eyes (Poetry) - 9/4/2008 8:51:45 PM
All those memories are golden and always there for us to look back on from time to time...
Be always safe,
Karen
In His Eyes (Poetry) - 9/4/2008 7:49:59 PM
A least you recognize his eyes, then the familiarities begins to happen; for the eyes are windows to the soul.
Some people do change a lot in a few years. One lady I used to work with in another department whom I haven't seen for 4 years seem to have grown about 15 years older (pardon me for saying this) Didn't really know what has happened.
You are wise to have gotten in touch with your friend and cherish the remaining days.
Sandie Angel :o)
