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Angels

The Mirror

Foresomes From Hell!

We All Have One 

My angel is a gift from Heaven,
To open as I need.
No matter the times, one or seven,
She'll always do her deed. 

I wonder why I'm so lucky
To have an angel so loving,
That to know her makes me free
To hear Heaven's bells ringing? 

Does everyone have an angel so grand
To help them when they are down,
To follow their footsteps in the deep sand
And invert their earthly frown? 

If angels are assigned to me
To help me as things go wrong,
I know my soul will soon he free
Listening to my angel's song.

Eagles and Angels are majestic creatures
Made to soar from God's sky.
Their strength and majesty to our souls set lures
Catching our roving eye. 

Angels were present
When Christ was born,
And still represent
God's sounding horn. 

The pure fallen snow
Is like angel dust.
Covers head to toe Its blessing's a must. 

There's an angel for my day,
And an angel for my night.
I just hope and duly pray,
That she helps me do life right. 

An angel in hand
Is worth
Two
in the Heavens! 

My children are angels
And theirs are so too.
That's how God enables
Us to live life through. 

Michael the Archangel
Slays demons with his sword,
A blade sharp with Divine angle
A fight he looks so bravely toward.

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The Mirror

 When we look at life
Do we see our self
In that glass
A reflection, a tear 

When we look at life
Do we share our dreams
With the face
We see in the mirror? 

'Tis like love
It comes so unsolicited,
It rides in to the night. 

It's clean and pure
Not forced or fake,
It invites itself so right. 

Does love find us
Or does it drop
Out of the night of a thousand eyes, 

And settle down
So softly so sweet
To calm our unsettled cries? 

And yet love itself
Comes in many colors
'Tis not bound by mortal thoughts, 

It reaches for
Our yearning arms
And fills our wrenching hearts. 

There is love
Between woman and man
That binds their flesh as one. 

There is love
That cares for an open hand
Rising toward the Sun. 

And there is love
For friends who share our minds
And give us strength and wisdom, 

Where each other
Trusts and totally respects
Each other's private kingdom. 

But there is only one love
That beckons us
That reaches past our fear, 

'Tis the love of one
Who clones our soul
From the other side of the mirror. 

So, when we look
Into that mirror
And see our other self,

Please take the time
To shed our fear
And ask if we may help. 

And if we're willing
To listen, not judge
The face we now can see, 

Then our world will be
A little brighter and such
For another soul's set free. 

So if we help
Our true reflection
Not grow so far apart, 

Then we have found
Our destiny
Through the sharing of our heart.

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Kitsap

Poetic pictures drawn by nature,

Great, majestic awe-inspiring views,

Captured in words, by poets, so pure

So readers might forever bemuse.

I feel all this beauty does call me

From the prairie to all of the trees,

'Tis 'here I'd like to forever be

And leave behind that winter's cold breeze.

Powerful trees of centuries-old growth

Tower 'ore the rolling and lush green land.

'Tis here I've taken my future's oath,

To make it my retired dreamland.

The beauty serene

Trees that tower,

To this I do lean

On nature's power.

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Candles in the night

The night, it was dark

With candles all lit,

It was a fine lark

And none threw a fit.

For the candlelight

Set an ambiance

That seemed very right,

What a strange nuance.

All sat in a circle

Around candles lit,

The light, dark purple

The guitar he'd get.

They did sing a Song

"Twas a very old round,

There was nothing wrong

Just Heavenly sound.

The children, so quiet

Did sing right along,

A two-hour riot

Of song after song.

The light, Isomoodic

The family so tight,

They sang to St. Nick

For the day was right.

Memories were gathering

In everyone's mind,

From fanciful singing

"Bout a giving time.

Twelve days of Christmas

Had about ended,

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Foursomes From Hell!

This is a study of golf from the most humorous... or sad... point of view; that being the personalities that makeup our weekend foursomes. For some, like me, its a rather frustrating and stressful attempt at weekend relaxation. You might say this booklet contains 'Heartburn for the Golfer's stomach"!

First, I will introduce you to the 'personalities' of the weekend foursome. Second, I will take you along for a round of golf with these pseudo Nicklaus wannabes. Third, and last, I will attempt to explain the swings, or lack of, these uncaring, rude, inept and uncoordinated golfing freaks that make up our weekend foursome.

The following characters often make up the weekend foursome.... often "your" foursome. Their personalities, lack of skill, and total disrespect for the rules of golf will cause you loose your cool, have early bypass surgery, and force you to take up drooling as your weekend sport... from your room at the nursing home.

These people will be joining you for your round of golf today, Louie.

Bobby Beginner

Bobby Beginner is the guy you didn't want joining your foursome today. He has been waiting in the pro shop for someone like you who doesn't have enough friends to fill out a foursome. When you hear that inevitable voice over the loudspeaker, that of the golf Pro who you thought cared about you, say, "Louie, Mister Beginner will be right out to join you on the first tee," you say to your self, "Gads, why me?" After all, you passed up an all-day shopping spree with your wife so you could come out to the course and enjoy a decent and sane game of golf. Now, there's no chance of a relaxing round since Bobby Beginner will be playing along. Why don't they make special golf courses for the beginner? You know, a place where all of the hackers can be together so the rest of us can enjoy ourselves. The golf course is no place for beginners!

Bobby Beginner can usually be singled out from the rest of the golfers by his three-year-old sneakers, real'

"woods," and a putter that looks more like the dipstick from my 1972 pickup. He is wearing a muscle shirt so his "Susie's mine!" tattoo is clearly visible to all. It's a cinch he will say something ridiculous right in the middle of your backswing on the first tee. Hell, they don't know any better! He's also the one that comes to you and asks," Which club should I use on the tee?" "God, man its a 425 yard par four!" you say. "You sure as Hell don't want to hit your sand wedge". Then you realize he doesn't even have a sand wedge. In his bag is a driver that dates back to the middle ages, a three iron, five iron and nine iron; all different brands. Oh, yeah that dip stick he has for a putter must have been found in an alley after the garbage truck had driven over it. He has come well prepared as he has three very used golf balls (two of them with a bright red stripe around the middle) two golf tees and a used golf glove he found in the garbage container beside the first tee. Oh yes, he has that obnoxious smile. He smiles when he misses the ball, which is quite often; he smiles when he hits in to the water hazard, and he smiles even when you have just hooked a five iron out of bounds! God man, get a clue!

Just when you think Bobby is getting with the program, on or about the fourth green, as he finishes his five put for a snowman he spits out some ugly looking debris completely surrounding the hole where he just putted out. Your worst nightmare has returned... Sun Flower Seeds! Yeesh! He then has the gall to offer a handful of these godawful things to you. You kindly say no, swallowing your unaparent anger, and go on your way not saying anything to Bobby about the ungamesmanship he has shown. You say to yourself, "I should turn him in!" But, you don't, just like every other time you have encountered this barbaric Neaderthal.

As if things could not get worse, Bobby is not done. As you line up your twenty five footer for birdie, he, not once, but several times crosses your line with his size 14 EEE feet making huge crater-like depressions all along your putting line. You politely let him know that it is not golf etiquette to walk on someone else's line. He simply gives you that godawful smile, reaches for some more sunflower seeds, and walks to the next tee.

Bobby Beginner is obnoxiously happy and somehow always finds you. He never minds when you have to let the six groups behind you play through because of his lack of... well... respect for the rest of us. Now, before I introduce the others, I need to stoo and take an asnirin for mv headache

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