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Why is it so hard for me to let go

of things beyond my control?

Instead  I keep fighting the losses

and end up hurting my soul. 


I’ve had to struggle just to survive

each day that passes me by,

and I can’t seem to stop 

asking the question, of “why?”


Most of the reasons are unknown

and I’m spinning my wheels in vain.

To love myself, I must let go 

of  unnecessary pain.


I must accept things happen in life,

and give them to God and let go.

That involves trusting another

and receiving grace, as the winds blow.






My Point Of View As An American Regarding: Not Funding Libraries and The USPS.


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When I was young, I never read books unless I went to school. We were too poor and lacked the transportation to get to a library. My parents never read to us. They were alcoholics, and they were busy doing other things they deemed more valuable to their lifestyle.

When I became ten years old, I was taken away from them. I had the opportunity to read from a library full of books. First, I read poetry from so many writers: Henry Van Dyke, Longfellow, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, and Keats. I started writing poetry of my own after that. I read volumes of books in the area of psychology from Sigmund and Anna Freud, Carl Jung, Karen Horney, and others. I read literature like Moby Dick, Red Badge of Courage, Albert Payson Terhune’s books about collies, Heart of Darkness, and books written by great authors. I read medical books.

As an adult, I went to the public library when I was job hunting, wanting to repair something broken, and I checked out books I could not afford to buy. I used a computer to look up information because I did not own one. It was safe there and it was filled with resources I could not get any other way. A library is an important part of a community. For the poor, it is an essential tool for climbing the ladder up to a better job. It does not make sense for the Federal government to refuse to help fund libraries.

The same could be said of the USPS. It is used a lot by the poor, the old, and the disabled who are also Americans. The costs were kept low to help all American citizens have access to a delivery system that put people first. It is used to deliver medicine, deliver letters of those Americans who lack transportation, or can’t afford the upkeep or cost of a computer. It has always been reliable until recent changes were implemented by an Administration that does not want to fund it.

A mail man has always served the American people. They check on the old, collect food for those in need, step in when help is needed. They serve a vital need for every American community. It doesn’t make sense for the Federal gov. to refuse to bailout a service that can help people through the pandemic and economic difficulties we are facing at this time.

I encourage everyone to contact senators and representatives and tell them to fund the libraries and the mail service. They have always been there for us. Let us be there for them in these difficult times.


The Erasure Of Memories.


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Sweet snapshots of the memories,

I shared with you while growing old.

When I was gone, they kept me warm

Even when the days were cold.


Best friends we were for thirty years.

The secrets that we came to share.

Your trust in me and your support

Was something I considered rare.


We laughed and cried when life was tough.

You pulled me up when I would fall,

And when you doubted your true self,

I made you feel ten feet tall.


When losses came and life was sad,

We wiped away each others tears,

And when death knocked upon our doors,

We calmed each other of our fears.


The years went by and you forgot

The memories we shared in-kind.

Old age played havoc with your thoughts

And took away your quick mind.


The friend I knew has gone away.

A stranger stands in front of me.

Sadness fills my heart with pain.

We’re not the friends we used to be.




The Things That People Say.

“I thought this was a good thing to start with today though I wrote it in 2016. It reminded me how grateful I should always be for gifts I often take for granted.” Yu/stan/kema.


“There is no God,”

I heard a woman say.

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“It’s all a fraud. 

Churches get away

With taking what

You’ve got.

Approval is given,

If money is a lot.”

I stand and I reply,

To the people on the ground:

“How can you deny                                              

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That God does exist,                                  

When you see a rainbow

Hanging in the mist;

Or when you’ve been loved,

And tenderly kissed?”

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The World Is Full Of Sorrow.


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Deep sadness moves inside me               

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for the world is full of sorrow.

Inside me is uncertainty

about a good tomorrow.


I hear the cries of children

filled with hunger and pain

as they stay in cages 

in a world gone insane.


There is so much sickness

and people are dying.

Our leaders shut their eyes

and keep on denying.


The Government engages in

out-right discrimination,

People wanting equal rights

protest and have frustration.

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Many have lost their jobs

and need a helping hand. 

Don’t shame them as they ask. 

Just try and understand.               


Rise up men of courage

and work to make this right.

Help those who are hungry.

Remove a burden tonight. 


To make a better world,

we must act to make it so.

Do constant acts of kindness

before the cold winds blow.


United we can conquer

the sadness and despair

of a world that is hurting

by showing that we care.



Daddy’s Girl.


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More men need to know                                 

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The importance they share

In the life of  a daughter

Who needs a dad’s care.


They need a strong man

Who is tender and true,

Who will teach them to value

The good that they do.


She needs his protection,

His thoughtful advice,

A  fair critic to teach her

How to be wise.


He needs to respect

Her body as hers,

To value her self

With a love that endures.


For a father must cherish

The trust of his daughter,

And come to her rescue

With life-giving water.


A father and daughter

Are a formidable pair.

Strength and compassion

Will always be there.





Our Purpose In Life.


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All the light we cannot see,

The measure of eternity

Lie behind heaven’s gate

And like most, we must wait.


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There is work to be done                                            

Before the setting of the sun.

We must find our purpose here

And lose the things we hold most dear.


Christ appeared to set us free,

But paid the cost at Calvary.

He did not have a painless life.

He dealt with so much endless strife.


He persevered despite the jeers,

Fulfilled His purpose through the years,

Gave us life forever more,

And gave us wings so we could soar.


We have gifts from God to give

that can improve the will to live

Of weary souls who’ve had enough

And find it hard to still be tough.


We need to remember well

God’s message we must always tell:

Love is our purpose here on earth 

And life eternal through Christ’s birth. 


“The Rhodora,” by Ralph Waldo Emerson and quote from Yu/stan/kema.


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” This poem is very descriptive and beautiful in catching all the ways a flower is special and full of beauty. There is an amount of tenderness in how he gently puts words to the sheer loveliness of its bloom. I can almost see him caressing its petals with a finger. Ralph Waldo Emerson  knew its value as a flower when he wrote: ‘Beauty is its own excuse for being.’ 

The heart indeed, craves what it needs. The soul needs beauty in order to survive the heartbreaks in life.”    Yu/stan/kema



In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,                                

I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,

Spreading the leafless blooms in a damp nook,

To please the desert and the sluggish brook.

The purple petals, fallen in the pool,

Made the black water with their beauty gay;

Here might the redbird come his plumes to cool,

And court the flower that cheapens his array.

Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why

This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,

Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,

Then Beauty is its own excuse for being:

Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!

I never thought to ask, I never knew:

But, in my simple ignorance, suppose

The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.




Grieve For The Dead, The Dying, And Those Who Survive The Battlefields.


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Do not forget, not yet,

The dead, and the dying,

And the medical heroes who worked

To save those who were trying                               

Facebook Timeline. Jan.5,2017.


To take a deep breath and

Fought hard to still survive

The horrors of the pandemic.

They wanted to stay alive.


They had to deal with the pain

Of isolation and never knowing

If they would see loved ones again

Or watch deep rivers flowing.


Doctors and nurses stood near,

Aware that death hovered over them.

They said prayers for the dying

As tired eyes grew dim.

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Many old soldiers left loved ones,                               

As they crossed oceans to fight    

With comrades on distant battlefields.

They, too, saw the dying of the soul’s light. 


Wars are fought on many battlefronts. 

Heroes rise and often pay a price

So others can survive. Sometimes,

They make the ultimate sacrifice.


” This poem is written in honor of those who have fought in wars overseas, those fighting to save lives in the COVID-19 Pandemic in the year 2020, and those who have died.”


Finding A Place Of Refuge.


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I go to my garden refuge                               

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When I need a healing salve

To cover the wounds inside me

From old losses that I have.


I smell the sweet honeysuckle

That grows on the back yard fence,

And the flowers that bloom in summer

Keep me in a state of suspense.


Many colors of Iris stand tall

In the rays of the morning sun.

The birds wake up to sing a tune

And stop when the day is done.


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My soul needs its’ quota of beauty                     

To thrive in a world of despair.

It brings me close to the Almighty

Whose gifts can be seen everywhere.


God knew I would need reminding

That He is present every day,

So He sent gifts of beauty-

Lovely flowers to grace my way.