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by: Ron Dailey

Please don’t leave me stranded
Abandoned all alone
For I’m just a little puppy
In search for a loving home

I’ll promise to keep you happy
I’ll lick I’ll love I’ll play
You’ll never know a love like mine
That you will cherish everyday

I’ll bark at bad intruders
I’ll bark as cars go by
But please don’t leave me stranded
For without you I will die

For when you come home from work
I’ll wag my little tail
Im willing to learn brand new tricks
I’ll even get your mail

So please don’t leave me stranded
Please don’t leave me here today
For I won’t be here tomorrow
When you turn and walk away

Yeah I’m just a little puppy
So lost and all alone
Abandoned and unwanted
Without a loving home

by: Guildford Windley

It’s a small Quaint Southern Town
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In a small quaint southern town
They meant and fell in love
But their love was not to be
For it was forbidden
She was white, He was Black
She was rich, he was poor
They tried to keep their love very private
But it was a small town, and word got around
The rumors spread like wildfire
Her family disowned her; His family begged him not to see her
She moved in with him in his run-down home on the edge of town
They were isolated and alone, but they love each other and did not care what the world would say
Then one night they came, there were eight of them
They were covered in white so you could not tell their faces
It was early in the morning just after midnight; the lovers were in bed asleep at the time
The people in white, all of the men broke into the house and grab both of them
The men in white beat the black man until he was near death, then they put a rope around his head
On a nearby tree, they completed their dirty deed
For her, death would not come at first, for the men want to satisfy their needs
One by one they ravage this girl, while each was filling their thirst with rot gut alcohol from the local gin mill
After they were done with the evil they did
They kicked her and beat her and left her for dead
Just as they were laughing and drinking some more
She found strength from deep down in her
She pulls herself up; from a dresser drawer, she got her gun
Before they could move, she began to shoot
Her revolver was loaded with six shots
Her aim at six feet was deadly; she unloaded that gun
She was killed before she could reload
It a was a small southern town full of charm
Some dirt was buried and no one would say
In the small town paper, it was reported next day
That the towns brave sheriff and three of his deputies died in the early morning as they tried to free hostages
Held by a crazed poor black sharecropper on the edge of town
But unfortunately, are brave officer could not save them
In the house they found, dead on the ground one of county wealthy young lady, who had been viciously raped, her father and the local pastor were both shot dead
It appears that the black man took his own life, he was found swinging from a tree
This case is closed, no need to look deeper
It’s a small southern town with a lot of dirty secrets
Guildford H Windley
January 14, 2019

by: Guildford Windley

Cry Baby
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Cry baby, cry baby, cry
Pout baby, pout baby, pout
Stomp baby, stomp baby, stomp
Shout baby, shout baby, shout
Oh, what a temper tantrum that you have
Oh you poor lad, it’s a shame when you don’t get your way
Poor baby, are you going to cry today
Your little playmates Lindsey and Mitch, want to share your day, they just want to play with you on the hill
Don’t just sit there and pout, cause you ain’t getting your way
Your new governess Nancy, is in the house
She will have none of your shenanigans today
That foreign friend that you have has way to much influence over you and is causing you trouble, he is taking all of your marbles
When Ms. Nancy says no, you need to listen and do what she says
So wipe the tears from your face and grow a pair, and for God, sakes acted your age.
Guildford H Windley
January 14, 2019

by: Samantha Leboeuf

After the storm,
the sun rises again
Life can be our enemy
It can also be our friend

We can keep a positive disposition
And remain sunny in the storm
We can remain dry while its raining
With nothing to keep us warm

Disposition is weathering mother nature
And all she has to be
We can’t change her,
But we can change our eyes and how they see

Life is full of good and bad,
it is easy to get off balance
the curtain will always open and close,
We can remain the valance

by: Shirley Satterfield

Cicadas emerge
to sing joyfully for
two weeks of endless fun.
Its a two week splurge
as they fill the earth
and crunch under my feet
so I hate to go outside,
but this is their week to shine.
A male calls out to his bride,
his wife, his friend, his pride.

Even nature speaks of the great resurrection.
His resurrection.
Our resurrection.

Resurrection from sickness.
Resurrection from failure.
Resurrection to save.
Resurrection from the grave.

No reason not to be brave.

by: Guildford Windley

.·A Question of Why a Wall?
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What do you do with your wall?
People will say, why to build this ugly old thing
Rather of steel or concrete
It serves no real purpose in the natural scheme of things
But, it’s one purpose is to divide us
On one side the haves, the other side the have nots
Fear is the con, in this game of power
The drugs won’t stop, supply not the problem
The problem is demand, if not Mexico
Then somewhere else will fill the void
The people who want to come here are seeking a better life, their extremely poor and afraid
The violence from these people is well overblown
MS 13 Is not from the other side of the border
LA is where it’s from; the gang is made up of US Citizens
Some walls are of purpose, such as for prayer
Or to hold a house straight
Some walls are nice when covered with ivy
Some walls are needed for livestock protection
But a wall to divide won’t survive, hate does not solve
It grows like a virus, those who build it out fear
Will never be free, they’ll find that the walls not enough
Then they’ll demand more be done
Onward will spin, throwing more money at a fear that’s not real
While what is important goes on heeled
If those at the top want to solve this tragic problem the answer is with caring and love
Instead of blaming Mexico and Central America
We need to form an alliance to improve people’s lives in that region
You want to spend 5.7 Billion, it should be spent down in Central America, we stole their wealth and ruin their culture, the least we can do is repair the damage
As for drugs, I would say the only answer is legalize
The government-funded program of caring with onsite sales in a safe environment
Drive down the price and you won’t have a problem
You can close most of the for-hire prison and save billions
For if those hooked on a drug, if they can afford, then they won’t steal
So you see if you want to solve the problem, get real
The answer is not in hate or fear
The answer is to break down walls and barriers
In their place build love, trust, and respect!
Guildford H Windley
January 10, 2019

by: Ron Dailey

Building the perfect home
Between two trees
I’m as skillful as an acrobat
With no need for trapeze

Spindling weaving crafting
Every threads in place
I need no fancy plans
For my living space

For I am a living predator
And my home is a net
Ask any flying insect
And I’m sure he’ll regret

Because if he comes through
He had better think twice
Or he’ll soon become
My living sacrifice

Yeah I am born toxic
And my venom is lethal
As my trap has just caught me
A big fat beetle

Methodically mathematically
I’ll stroll up to him
And inject the venom
That will do him in

For as he lay paralysed
And none the wiser
He has met the death
Of the black widow spider !

So delicious so nutritious
Such a succulent delight
I’ll hang him up and string him there
For later on tonight

My cunningness my willingness
Extravagance and bite
It’s a wonder how my enemies
Put up not much a fight

Yes forever the arachnid
Nature’s terrorist
As I climb back up to sleep at home
And blow a good night’s kiss …..

by: Samantha Leboeuf

Love has finally touched me now
In a way I don’t know how
Inspiration took a bow
Causing me happiness I wouldn’t allow

Love has finally called my name
God reached out , his claim to fame
Happiness and feeling in love remain
Nothing will ever be the same

Love is in the air for me
It feels so.great, wild and free
Love that real, always will be
I was truly blind and couldn’t see

Love has touched my life
I’m going to be a happy wife
We’ll work together with strife
Love and grace has finally arrived

by: Guildford Windley

A New Year Greeting
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As I sit here pondering the past
A year now at an end
I see hope ahead, for I’m an optimist
The evil and the hate that we see today
Will like falling leaves from a tree one day blow away
In the eyes of the young, I see a sparkle of the innocent
A spirit of change
New energy, new beliefs, a world that can be
For the future is in them, not the old who lost their way
I see that like new seeds planted in the land just before the fall
They’ll rise upon the new spring sun, blooming in the wind
A new day will bring together all those torn apart
Will bridge the gap of our misunderstandings
To see what can be done, when we all come together
For united we are stronger, then the chasm that divides us
The young will bring forth a renew of fortitude to find the answers in new ways, answers that old skeptics could not see
A New Year brings a hope; anew for me and you that somehow we finally learn that the answers to words of God are simply clear.
Love all, and forgive those who have done wrong: help all who needs a hand, share what bounty that you have.
Turn away from anger and hate; find a way to care
Remember the Garden of Eden, never went away, it is all around us, we’re just too blind to see it. So open your eyes to the truth look and you’ll find it!
Guildford H Windley
December 31, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

Moments of One’s Life
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As the leaves fall from the winter trees
Life changes just a little, but do we notice
As the river flows each drop of water goes by
Life changes as time goes by, but do we notice
Life is what it is
Some good, some bad, some seem to change not at all
But life goes on; it’s not the same from day to day but do we notice
It may appear the same old routine, as the hours go by
But no, there are subtle little changes
Changes we do not see, with the passing of each day
Like pages in a book, they may look the same
But when you read each page, you see different words or phrases
The winter waits for the spring to renew itself
We, on the other hand, wait for love
Understanding and caring as we fade into irrelevance
The change of life is there, it’s moving as we speak
Our time comes and goes, like each winter snow
The land changes just a little, that we don’t see the movement of the land, we just don’t notice the changes that there be
We are just same we change just a little, but in time what was, is gone, by then it’s too late
Like when you finish one page, you move on to the next
This won’t end until, the end, and then it’s too late for the things you missed in the words you missed
For in the end those precious moments are all gone
Such as life, each moment is so important, but we take it all too often, just for granite
Add up all those lost moments and what you have is a story of one’s life, just like a book
Such a pity that we see this in old age, at the end
Time wasted, time lost, when we could not see an end
Moments were not so important then!
Guildford H Windley
December 29, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

Emotions
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I cried little inside of me
For to show emotion is weak
Or so they say
To stand there and take it like a man
But what is a man, a machine
There is much beauty in this world of ours
Such wonders to behold
Things that we really don’t see
As we try to keep our humanity down deep
Those who make the rules want only a machine
For a machine will not question the command
They’ll do as demanded
For a machine has no emotion, no heart or devotion
It does not think, it does not care, it’s just a machine
The system functions well for the top
Keep the people in line, working and buying
Stuff that turns to junk
A vicious circle that only ends in death
When a person shows signs of emotions
When they don’t fit in like the master wants
They are cast aside like all the other junk
For the system to work, the machines must obey commands
But as the society marches to its own destruction
Slowly Eden is dying, when it’s gone so is man
Today I cried a little, it came out of my eyes
When the fog of a cloud cleared from my eyes
I could see the truth
When you see what has been done
When your brain turns on
You’ll question what the system has done
Emotions rise up from within
From the ashes of a dysfunctional system
Thus humanity is born
To save the beauty of this Eden, to make it whole again
One must burn with emotions from within
Be mad as hell, and demand a change to the system
Instead of perfect machines that cannot feel, cannot think
Let humanity burst forth, it may not be perfect
But it can feel, it can love, and it can think
The solutions to man’s problems lie not in a cold calculating machine
But in a warm beating heart, with a soul full of passion
Emotions to save our souls, when that’s complete Eden will be restored!
Guildford H Windley
December 26, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

Mendocino Dreaming
On a bluff above the rugged cliffs sits a sentinel overlooking the sea, the old white gazebos stands.
For years on end, it sits looking out to the sea, waiting for the next bride to be or the person looking back on a memory.
In a place on the northern California coast is a county that haunts my soul. Its rocky craggy shore, hidden beaches lie in forlorn gullies. Tall redwoods and pine trees climb into the coastal hills. Here on the Mendocino coast is a place of idyllic beauty, where little villages and towns dot the winding coast, jutting out on bluffs of green, or hidden beneath the forest canopy.
In my heart and in my dreams I find myself drawn to this place, a place of magic where one can hear the sounds of the ocean sing and see whales and seals dances and frolic in the sea. A place where waves splash high on little islands of rock that lie just offshore, only a temporary stop as the relentless waves move once more to the weather walls of sandstone, these mountains that rise from the ocean to form the jagged cliffs of a place called Mendocino.
I can see it now, in my mind as I stand on the green in the distance is my love on the nearby bluff. She turns and looks at me with a smile that breaks through the morning fog.
Across the green and through twisted weather trees, my love comes to me. In the Field near our cottage, there are little quail searching the wet grass for food and deer in the forest of nearby trees watch as my love returns to my side at the door the cozy brown wooden building that we spend our loving retreat.
A place called Heritage House, it’s just around the bend of dark gulch on highway one. There’s a little wooden sign to greet you and a driveway that will take you to the big red door.
A building where the front is covered with vines of green, there also proudly flying is the flag of our country and two antique lamps hang on each side to guard the door. There are plants on both sides of the red brick walkway that lead to the place.
Here you’ll find great food and drink and the warmth of a large old brick fireplace.
Yes on this little spot of heaven you can feel the beauty of this land. Here the people are warm with a friendly smile to share and always do they have a good word to share.
Yes, I am dreaming of this place, for if the city where my home is, a place with its own beauty. The city of Pacifica, where my life of memories rest, a place where my foundation sits, if in a metaphor sense Pacifica is my wife, then surely Mendocino is my mistress, for she holds the allure that clings to my soul.
Guildford H Windley
December 21, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

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That Sweet Ride Home!
In the morning coastal fog one can hear the sounds of the ocean surf as it comes ashore. But on the road above the sea the sound of a motorbike as it travels on the coastal plain, heading south along the Pacifica shore, you can hear the bike’s roar.
Oh at heaven’s gate angles watch as two souls head south with a heavenly sound, as the bike roars down the coast pass Sam’s, a place of fond memories, of meals with friends and family.
The bike moves on with two souls full of smiles.
On a sunny day through the towns and countryside, they ride. Then at highway 84 a left turn into redwoods they go, up the twisted road that climbs the mountainside, in and out of the shade of tall redwoods do they go, moving without care just two loving souls.
A lifetime of happiness has passed, but it’s not at an end.
As the two turn left at Alice’s heading north on 35, somewhere in mountain fog that kisses the redwood sky a small motorbike fades into the gray mist.
Upon wings of glory and sounds of angles the bike does leave its earthly mantle and climbs high into the heavens. No, the journey is not complete, it has just begun. There are worlds to be seen, there are roads across this universe where a bike should be run. This journey of love will transit the bounds of time. The love of two, Blain and Linn, will ride with the wind and the stars across the heavens into eternity.
Guildford H Windley
12/14/18

by: Ron Dailey

It’s twelve minutes past midnight
and you best be prepared
for you can not be frightened
nor internally scared
As you look past those shadows
from those dark voices you hear
reminiscing in ghost
you forgot through the years
As you walk past this place
while so young and so brave
yet so darkened the hole
of this lonely mans grave
Yes somewhere in the distance
from up under a tree
a dark spirit shall rise
break loose and be free
leaving behind
a soul with soiled stains
sealed up encrypted
skeletal remains
Two empty sockets
will stare up at the lid
forced to recollect
what the lonely man did
Imprisoned eternal
six feet underground
not one rise of light
not one visitor found
Yes somewhere in the distance
death – chilled to the bone
to be forever forgotten
and to be always alone !

by: Ron Dailey

It’s twelve minutes past midnight
and you best be prepared
for you can not be frightened
nor internally scared
As you look past those shadows
from those dark voices you hear
reminiscing in ghost
you forgot through the years
As you walk past this place
while so young and so brave
yet so darkened the hole
of this lonely mans grave
Yes somewhere in the distance
from up under a tree
a dark spirit shall rise
break loose and be free
leaving behind
a soul with soiled stains
sealed up encrypted
skeletal remains
Two empty sockets
will stare up at the lid
forced to recollect
what the lonely man did
Imprisoned eternal
six feet underground
not one rise of light
not one visitor found
Yes somewhere in the distance
death – chilled to the bone
to be forever forgotten
and to be always alone !

by: Guildford Windley

A fall from Grace
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Once there was a place
Upon a lofty hill
Where justice ruled
The people of the world over
Looked to this shiny place of freedoms light
The lady in the harbor
A refuge from the plight of human misery
But now we degrade ourselves
For fear of mothers and children
We send troops to our Sothern border; $ 200 million spent
For the racist appetite
While the emperor twitter upon his golden throne
A madman message to his gullible apes
A mere distraction to hide his corruption!
Guildford H Windley
November 16, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

She wore a Ribbon of Red, White, and Blue
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It was at the state fair, that summer day
She had a ribbon in her hair, Red, white and blue
After we rode on the carousel, I propose
I was all dress in my new army uniform
As I got down on my knee, she said yes
That is how my childhood friend became my wife
We did not have much money it was a simple wedding
She had on her mother’s wedding gown, and a ribbon of red, white and blue in her hair
I was nineteen she was eighteen
We only had one night together
A family friend let us use a small cottage on his farm.
The very next day I had to leave to return to my army unit
She wore a ribbon in her hair of red, white and blue to send me off at the rail station. I can still see her standing on the platform as the train pulled away
She took off the ribbon of red, white and blue
And was waving it in the air as the train pulled out of sight that would be the last time I would see her alive
Being from a small farm in Central California going to the east coast was quite an adventure; I never realize how big this country is and all the beauty that we saw made me marvel
After six weeks at our new camp in South Carolina
We were to ship out no one know where we were going, but we all know we were heading for the war in Europe
I had been writing my beloved every day and telling
Her about all the things that I have seen
She wrote me to and would always send a picture of her with a ribbon of red, white and blue in her hair
The voyage across the sea was not easy, a lot of us got very sick and the ship was crowded
Will we made it to the south coast of England
The word was there was going to be an invasion but no one knows where and when
I keep writing letters to my darling, but I had not gotten a letter from her for a while, then on the first of June her letters arrive there were thirty –five letters and each had a ribbon of red, white and blue in them
Well for the next couple of days I was busy reading the guys tease me about the ribbons, but I did not care they were from the love of my life
Will before I knew it the ships were underway, the god I have never seen so many ships there were thousands of ships of all kinds
We were told that we were heading across the English Channel
It was the sixth of June as we were loaded into the boats, we headed for shore
I recall the rumble of the engine and the rocking of the boat, I had my head down close to the well deck
I could hear the sound of explosions but I just looked down at the deck
As we hit the beach the ramp drop to show a broad expanse of sand, barriers of barbed wire and other fortifications
Bullets were flying everywhere as we rush of the boat several men went down within the next few moments
I could hear screams of pain and crying and lots of yelling as I ran up the beach to the first sand dune
I hit the ground as bullets fly by, everywhere explosions sand flying in the air
The Serge said let’s go men; I jump up and started to go when suddenly there was a white flash
That was my last moment on earth; my hold left side was blown away, that was seventy- four years ago
Although my earthy life was gone I would return to my earthy remains burned in Normandy France
For years that girl with the ribbon in her hair
Would come with my family at first, then as time passed and my mom and dad had died it would be her; she never remarried for she could only give her heart to her one and only.
I would be waiting when she comes each year was just the same she would place a bouquet of red roses wrapped in a ribbon of red, white and blue.
As she stood there with tears in her eyes my spirit would try to comfort her I would engulf her in my essence, and at that moment my soul would touch her soul, and I would whisper my love for her.
As the years went by I could see each change as she aged from a young beautiful girl of 18 with auburn hair, to an elderly woman with a face full life her hair now almost all white. Ah but she still as beautiful as the day way back then at the fair when I asked for her hand.
But this year I shall not return to that grave, for I now stand at heaven’s gate, for her soul is on its way
There over there as a figure appears through the clouds, she approaches, my girl so young with a ribbon of red, white and blue in her hair
As we meet our arms wrapped around each other
We kiss, and turn I take my girl’s hand what we did not have in life, we will have in the afterlife and it will be forever!
Guildford H Windley
November 14, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

The Clock is ticking
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Tick tock, tick tock
The clock is ticking
Tick tock, tick tock
The clock is ticking
Our eyes, they are not focus
We see only the distractions
Tick tock, tick tock
The time is running out
What we had, will be gone
It just takes a wave of the hand
Some Stormtroopers to knock you around
Tick tock, that clock is running out of time
Your freedom, my freedom gone in a flash
Clenched fist, stand up resist
Our time is running out,
The Constitution that we cherish is being trashed
By those who hold the power, they use our Constitution as a weapon on us
Those who see only the people in power
Local, state and federal
Do not see those who pull the strings
A corruption fills the veins of those who took an oath
Democracies fall, when the people have little voice
Tick tock, time is running out!
Guildford H Windley
November 10, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

·
Where is the Heart
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Where is the heart when there is so much pain?
Where is the heart when the tears flow like rain?
Where is the heart when there are no words that can be spoken?
Where is the heart when the brain is so numb?
My soul is torn; my heart has been ripped out it’s broken
No sense to these actions; no peace to this violence
No changes, for we might offend our masters
Yet we go about our day, until the next field of killing
No lessons to be learned; we care, for the moment
We bury the dead and care for the wounded
We all say how terrible, we offer our thoughts and prayers then close our eyes and ears to the problem
Some will say it’s too bad that a good guy with a gun was not there to save the day, but those who talk about this, forget the good guys with guns who got shot too
Let’s not forget before the shooter open fire, those same folks would have said he was a good guy with a gun
No, we won’t learn from this slaughter, just like all the other will cry for a time then go about our business
Change won’t come as long as the dead are not those who control this land!
Guildford H Windley
November 8, 2018

by: leeschultheiss

Here is a poem using the Daily Wisdom Word: BREVITY

by: leeschultheiss

Here is a poem using the Daily Wisdom Word: BREVITY