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Simpler Times

This is a melancholy sort of poem but, just so y’all know, I’m not sad. In fact I’m very much at peace and have great hope for the future. I do, however, often look longingly at the way things used to be. I think we all tend to do that. I hope you enjoy the poem.

Those Times Ago 

 

Eyes closed, I smiled and imagined

A full moon hanging low in the sky

Looking like a shiny pearl button

On a dandy cowboy’s shirt

 

Sequin stars glittered

On a blouse of blue-black silk

While in the distance cattle lowed

And coyotes yipped and howled

 

When I opened my eyes

It all faded to cold hard truth

The hot dry grass on my neck

And burning tears I wouldn’t let fall

 

City traffic whirred nearby

Distant sirens pierced the night

A neighbor screamed angrily

At her laughing children

 

I gazed up at the dingy sky

Closed my eyes and tried to recall

Those times so long ago

When hope still lived within me

 

Times when stars twinkled

The man in the moon smiled

And parents, tired from their day

Murmured and chuckled softly

 

just us kids 2 (2) quoteGliding in the old wooden swing on the porch

Smiling, looking forward to tomorrow

While in the moon-shadow of a tree

Children tittered secret laughter

 

I wondered when the world had changed

And wished we could go back

To when life was simple; those times ago

When hope was more than just a word

 

Copyright © 2011 C. Mashburn

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Memories

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There are times when it seems so easy, natural even, to look back on our past and ask, “What if?” But I’ve come to the realization that we are where we are because of, maybe in spite of, the things, the people, and the circumstances, of our past. Every look, touch, word, and happening helped shape us into who we are and place us where we are today. Me, I love where I am, and I’m at peace with who I am. I have no doubt or fear regarding the future, because it seems the farther I go… the more brightly the path before me is lit. Faith is my light.

When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” John 8:12

Please check out my two latest books, JUST A BOY (about my past) and, JUST A MAN (good news and encouragement about the past, present, and future).

You can also view these videos about the books:

JUST A BOY

JUST A MAN

ONE OF HIS (A second video about JUST A MAN)

Thank you!

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Christmas Memories

Over the rumbling of the old motorcycle’s engine, a scream that sounded just like every little girl’s scream in every horror show I’d ever watched echoed through the forest. Uncle Ned always said they used the same little girl and the same scream in all those shows. He said it was a recording.

After the scream spent itself somewhere deep in the pines, the engine quieted and the old cycle slowed, bumping over ruts and crunching through bits of snow still hiding in the low places of the well-worn tracks of the forest trail.

From the looks of surprise and glee on Paula and our little sister Nell’s faces, I discerned the scream had come from yours truly and tried to hide behind the five-foot spruce that would be our “yard” tree this Christmas. The tree rode with me in the sidecar, and Nell rode on the buddy seat behind Paula.

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Paula twisted the throttle, our rusty steed leapt forward, and we shot up the hill toward

the old farm house. As we bounced and crunched along, sliding this way and that, Paula and Nell howled joyful laughter, and that little girl scream bounced among the tall trees.

It isn’t the only Christmas memory I hold dear, but it’s the best one.

 

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Where No One Lives

Last Thursday, on dVerse Poets Pubs, “Meeting The Bar” , Victoria asked us to write something about “where” we are. I saw a poem someone else submitted, that made me think of this one, and I wished I’d used it. I think a lot of folks like the one I wrote Thursday, What Was I Thinking, however, so I made plans to use this one today, on dVerse Poet Pub’s Open Link Night #50. I hope you enjoy it! Read the rest of this entry »

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Where No One Lives

I’ve posted this poem before, but I know some of you probably missed it. I wrote it after Sherry and I stopped to look at one of those old abandoned houses you see every now and then on the backroads, and even the highways, of Texas. Looking at the neglected, decaying house, I could see in the various fixtures the lives of those who had lived there. I am posting the poem on Jingle’s Poetry Potluck #44. Read the rest of this entry »

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Get The Dog First!

This is another skiing story, and for you Wes fans out there, he’s the co-star. Number one billing has to go to our little dog, Dockers, though, and you will soon understand why. Read the rest of this entry »

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No Wonder!

In the story, He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother, I write about a time when I was able to do something beyond my natural strength and ability when my brother was hurt; it took place while we were waterskiing. This is another story about skiing, but in this one, instead of being able to pull my brother into the boat with super-human strength, I am unable to get myself out of the water. Read the rest of this entry »

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Times Ago

This is one of those poems I wrote when the world seemed not so right. Something was obviously bothering me, and in my clumsy attempt to put it to verse, I vented my troubled mind. I do that, put my “pen” to my emotions; good or bad, I try to simply let it out. I hope you understand what I try to convey. Read the rest of this entry »

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Get The Dog First!

This is another skiing story, and for you Wes fans out there, he’s the co-star. Number one billing has to go to our little dog, Dockers, though, and you will soon understand why. Read the rest of this entry »

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No Wonder!

 In the story, He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother, I write about a time when I was able to do something beyond my natural strength and ability when my brother was hurt; it took place while we were waterskiing. This is another story about skiing, but in this one, instead of being able to pull my brother into the boat with super-human strength, I am unable to get myself out of the water. Read the rest of this entry »

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