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I am a member of the church of Christ. I have been writing things since I was little. Some have been printed, some posted. I write to teach or encourage; to blow off steam; and for fun! I had my own motorcycle in my 40s; I was a bluegrass music DJ for about 13 years; I've performed some. I am a member of the NRA. In 2003 (age 59), I became high partial legally blind; in 2005, I had to get hearing aids! Franklin Field said: "Poor eyes limit your sight; poor vision limits your deeds". And no kidding, the picture was made April, 2012!

Thursday, October 31, 2013

STRINGING BEANS and SINGING HYMNS



Verse 1 (6/8 time):
When I was younger I heard a sweet song
about things that happened in days that are gone –  
before high tech gadgets, before Life's fast pace –  
being with family and giving God praise.

Chorus 1 (4/4 time):
We'd be
on the front porch, stringing beans,
filling corn and peas to the cook pot's brims –  
families on the front porch all day long –  
laughing, working, playing, and singing hymns!

Verse 2 (6/8 time):
Families had gardens, sometimes smoke houses, too –
Maybe chickens and hogs –  oh what hard work they’d do.
Simple but healthy, the food that they raised –
Praying and thanking and giving God praise.

Chorus 2 (4/4 time):
We'd be
on the front porch, shucking corn,
shelling peas and beans from about mid-morn –  
families on the front porch all day long –  
laughing, working, playing, and singing songs!

Verse 3 (6/8 time):
Now I'm much older and fast go my days.
My voice is much weaker but I still sing God's praise.
Food is now canned goods from some grocery store,
but families on front porches meant so very much more!

Chorus 3 (4/4 time):
We'd be
on the front porch, stringing beans,
putting squash and peas to the cook pot's brims –  
families on the front porch all day long –  
laughing, working, playing, and singing songs!

Repeat Chorus, adding:
(Tag): stringing beans and singing hymns!

- by Netagene. I wrote 2 verses and 2 choruses in maybe 15 minutes on October 29, 2013. I wrote another verse and another chorus during Bible class (oops!) October 30. Years ago, a man and his 2 teen daughters played bluegrass. He wrote a song by that name. I bought their cassette, but I can't remember their name or where they were from. My cassette was gone in a fire in 1989 ... so I wrote my own song by that name (you can copyright a song, but not a song title). I have a tune for it, and will probably notate it eventually. I have to sit at the piano with paper and a good pencil with a good eraser and hand-write it. -

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Just for A While



I know you are hurting – that you have bad days.
Your spirit is crying. It's hard to give praise.

Maybe something's gone wrong with your house of fine bricks –
Some pests, or a fire, or some vandals' bad tricks.

You forgot about a bill that now is past due.
You're overwhelmed with things – feel broken in two.

A friend has done wrong, or someone has died –
Maybe recent, or years – oh, the tears you have cried.

I truly do care, but there's One who cares more.
He gave His Son – and He can restore ...

All good things to us – one day it is true.
Like Job, we'll be blessed if we follow though.

Our sickness, our pain is just for a while.
The Great Physician can heal – change our tears to a smile.

Sorrow's for a season, then morning will come –
As we walk that last mile to our Heavenly home.

- by Netagene, started during Bible class (oops!) Wednesday evening, October 16, 2013, finished late October 18, 2013. -

I couldn’t think of a title so I asked several friends. My favorite, the one I chose, was suggested by Joyce Brumbeloe (who also writes some good poems), taken from the next-to-last verse. I was thinking especially of 2 real good friends who've each had worse-than-usually bad times this year. I first sent it to them shortly after I finished it.

Saturday, August 31, 2013

THIS YEAR ... FOREVER



I was a person when first conceived,
though some don't think that – some don't believe.

Once we're all started on our race,
we go different directions, each our own pace.

Each one different size, each a different shade,
but our blood is the same, because we are God-made.

I may be happy, I may be sad,
Most times I'm good, but sometimes I'm bad.

I obey God or not during my life here below.
God gives me a mind to choose how I go,

But one thing is certain, indelibly sure:
God wants me to live right, no matter how long I endure.

I'll live forever, on earth: short or long, 
but my place is in Heaven. That's where I belong.

In choosing my life, it's Heaven or Hell.
How I live here is how I'll ever dwell.

I'm too old to die young, but I don't know the day.  
You don't know either – better walk in "The Way".

Choosing to live righteously is a real endeavor.
Breathing our last here is when we are severed –
But it happens to all – can't say it's never.
It's this year, or next year, or sometime – forever.

- by Netagene, August 28, 2013 -

I read the line: "This year, next year, sometime, never", in a novel. An Englishman was counting the cherry pits on his plate. As he touched each with his spoon, he said those words – that it’s sort of like "loves me, loves me not".

I tried to work in that line ... thinking of when each person passes from this life, that it may be this year, or next year, but it WILL be sometime, and it will be forever (NOT that it will NEVER happen). I read the line about midnight, and wrote this in 20 or so minutes.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Fancy profile picture, aboard a ship!

The new profile picture was made on July 12, the day of the "formal" pictures, on board the "Golden Princess" while at sea in Alaska. One of our group of about 120 people made the picture there in the ship's atrium. I am wearing an over-top that I crocheted. I was 69 years old in May. The trip was arranged through the PR and Alumni office of Florida College near Tampa, Florida, which I attended beginning in August, 1962, though nowhere near everyone with our group was an alumni nor associated with the college. We all met at a hotel in Seattle, then were bused on Sunday morning, July 7, to the church of Christ in Burien, Washington, then to the ship. When the ship got back to Seattle early July 14, buses were also arranged to take some to the airport for early flights, and others of us to morning worship. We also had daily devotions and information meetings on the ship. It was definitely the trip of a lifetime, and one that I enjoyed more than a trip to Hawaii in 2006.

WHEN I WORSHIP



When I worship, I want to be sure
that all that I do is good and pure.

I want my actions to have chapter and verse
so that I am right, and not accursed.

The slightest of doubt, and I'll back away,
so I'll see Heaven on that Great Judgment Day.

                                   
I'd rather miss things on this spinning ball,
                                    than to miss Heaven ... and miss it all. 



- by Netagene. I wrote that in maybe 5 minutes on August 20, 2013 -

WHAT WILL IT MATTER?



If someone passes me by, and doesn't speak,
in a few years, what will it matter?
If I sometimes cry because I had a bad week,
in a few years, what will it matter?

If I trip and hurt myself, because I missed the door ...
Of a vase falls off a shelf, and becomes a mosaic on the floor ...
If I lose everything because my house burned down ...
If I sing and pray, or if I smile or frown ...
In a few years (or less), what will it matter?

If things go well for days, no matter what I do ...
If I am daily blessed, and feel I'm born anew ...

So what befalls me, physically, for good or bad while here on earth,
It's how I've acted, what I've done, that's the thing that has some worth.
That's what matters ...

God's gift for me is salvation. I know I'm saved by grace,
but I still have to reach and take it - I have to run the race.
How I've treated others, the road that I have trod ...
And if I've studied the Bible, and if I've obeyed God ...
That's all that will matter ...

- by Netagene. I wrote that off and on August 18 - 20, 2013 -

 

Friday, July 26, 2013

TALKING to MYSELF



On my porch, on my swing –
Crocheting maybe, just some … “thing” –
And talking to myself.

Walking down to get the mail,
I use a cane – hate to feel frail (1) –
And talking to myself.

At the stove to heat some food –
In the doldrums – lousy mood –
And talking to myself.

On the couch, reading a book,
My mind wanders with a faraway look (2) –
And talking to myself.

Kin (3) long ago turned away from me,
But God knows my heart (4). God can see
That I talk to myself.

It’s fine that I will never be rich,
But I wish my brain had an “on” and “off” switch,
So I’d stop talking to myself!

Taking a nap while it’s still day-light,
Or lying on my bed (5) at night,
I talk to myself.

But the silent talking -- now please, no jeers --
Is mostly to God, Who always hears (6).

I pray to God for friends and foes.
He lifts me up. He already knows (7)
Why I talk to myself.

God knows my thoughts (4). His hands I’m in (8)
When I talk to myself, or write with a pen.

Though I sometimes feel I’m the only one left (9),
I’m not actually talking to myself.

My talking to God is done quietly (10).
Living alone, it’s God and me,
So I talk ...

(1) v. 2 – Ecclesiastes 12:5; (2) v. 4 – Titus 2:13; Hebrews 12:2; Jude 21; (3) v. 5 - Proverbs 17:17; 18:24; (4) v, 5 & 10 – Job 21:27a; Psalm 94:11; Hebrews 4:12; (5) v. 7 – Psalm 4:4; (6) v. 8 – I Peter 5:7; I John 5:14; (7) v. 9 – Jeremiah 29:11; (8) v. 10 – Isaiah 49:16; (9) v. 11 – I Kings 19:14ff; (10) v. 12 – Psalm 46:10.

- by Netagene, in about 30 minutes while sitting on my front porch swing, 5pm, Thursday, July 25, 2013. I got the idea for this from lines in 2 books that I was alternately reading at the same day. One was a true story by Julie Powell: “Cleaving: A Story of Marriage, Meat, and Obsession”, © 2009, in which I read the words: “inner whisper” near the front of the book – and lines in Jonathan Raban's ''Foreign Land'', © 1985: chap 9: ''talking in the park, talking in the dark with you''. -

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