The Players

As promised I am posting the new poem. I hope you enjoy it.


The Players

Who are the players
of the lives I planned to live?
The missionary that went to Africa
to teach the Good News, cured
the diseases of the world,
fought the battles of the weak?
I know You assigned those rolls
to other able bodies.
You gave me the life
I was intended to give
by Your perfect design.
I’ve been told
I have a mission here
to nurse the community.
and battle for the weak
by becoming weak
to gain understanding,


I am the player
of the life I hoped to live.
You, my precious Lord,
are the author of my life.

Old Timer's Disease - Reading

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Oldtimer's Disease

Old-timers Disease


I peeled the taters in the tub

Put them in the bowl to boil

Placed the pot roast in the hamper

And covered it all with voile

Then I went to the sitting room

To take my morning shower

Beneath a sprinkler hose that stretched

From the spigot near the flowers

Forgot to draw the curtain

Gave the neighborhood a fright

Saw pretty red and yellow lights

And men clad in crispy white

I ran into the kitchen where

I dressed up in my salad.

The lettuce was scant but tastefully worn

With some spinach and herbs for balance.

They swaddled me in a sheet of sorts

Led me to the their pretty striped van

Then off we flew to a weird sort of zoo

And I think that’s where I met you

HE (A new poem)

HE

by Glenda K. Fralin

I cry into the wind

so no one sees the tears.

I like it that way.

But He won’t let me,

suffer alone.

Like dialing into

my heart’s number.

He calls me to pray

on His name

for the warmth

of his breath

on my spirit.

Like the morning,

I have brightness again.

And I love it that way.

My 2 year old granddaughter in a tractor pull? Yup

To Honor our Veterans

November 11 is the day that we honor our veterans her in the USA. I invite all who wish to pay respect to these men and women whether they served during peace or wartime to add a couple of lines in the comments. Don't feel that you have to be a Shakespear to contribute. Please leave an indicator of your lines as initials or prefered web name, or your full name if you prefer. If you need to post the comment under my name adding your initials or name to your comment will allow it to be distiguished as yours.

I will start with the following.

With love to our fighting men and women

from bygone days, peace time and war.
GF

Dizzy Dance

Dizzy Dance.

by Glenda K. Fralin

Do you remember the dizzy dance?

Grandmother’s floor waxed to high shine.

Shoes off, in stocking feet,

the dining table pulled away.

Grandma plugged in that old phonograph

and on went tunes from ‘South Pacific’

or ‘Brigadoon’. Then we would

whirl and whirl in circles so fast,

till our bottoms met the floor.

Like clumsy ballerinas we’d fight to gain our balance

then skate and spin till we fell again

a festival of hapless vibrant talent.