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An Old-Fashioned Kitchen

06 Saturday Feb 2016

Posted by P Moorman in Family, Life

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friends, heart, home, house, past, poems, Poetry, time

Kitchen table set

The door hung crooked
on rusty, rickety hinges;
its half-coiled catch-spring
had seen better days;

its wiry old screen stretched
‘tween thin wooden slats,
served as air-conditioner
and the way in and out.

The “foyer” you entered was a porch
lined with boots and shoes,
where coats hung on J hooks
for everyday use.

Company entered here, too–
adults going on to the living room;
children in and out the screen door, then
joining adults for the supper meal.

It was acceptable to entertain
in the commons areas back then—
no formal rooms or dens to show off.
People came to visit; they came to see you.

Today, there are front-area sitting rooms
where guests are ushered; they’ll not linger.
Time is a commodity, in short supply,
so visits are limited, an agenda attached.

It’s kind of sad it’s come to this,
guests being entertained in these special rooms
instead of being welcomed
into the hearts of our homes.

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Speaking for Truth

01 Saturday Aug 2015

Posted by P Moorman in Life, Philosophy

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comfort, conflict, Encouragement, feelings, friends, life, poems, Poetry, Truth

I rattled on, explaining every detail,
rewording and rephrasing the message,
thinking it was so she understood, but

When I was done, I realized it
was what I needed: to talk it through;
to see the truth for what it was.

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Some Fifty Years Ago

22 Saturday Nov 2014

Posted by P Moorman in Humor, Life

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friends, history, humor, life, poem, Poetry, shopping, stores

We’d sit on stools and spin ’round,
then face the drugstore counter
as we waited for our orders
from the high school fountain girl.

A strawberry shake for Susan,
for the boys, root beer floats;
and I’d take a hot fudge sundae,
with real ice cream scooped beneath.

I shopped the store’s two aisles
for toiletries and trinkets, then
when Tom brought my prescription,
we’d talk family and friends.

Today, the concept’s expanded
to big box, superstores,
giving buyers what they want
is what they’re going for.

You can buy tonight’s supper,
and Billy’s new school shoes;
Why, they’ll even change your tires
while you’re shopping other things.

Now if your order is small, and
you’d rather not stand and wait,
you can check yourself out;
a curt, electronic voice will
prompt you what to do and
announce whatever you scan:

“Red, delicious apples,
Two dollars; fifty cents savings;
Select your form of payment
on the pen pad found below.”

While this fancy automation
may be a quicker way to shop,
it can’t possibly replace

the voice behind the counter,
someone you’d known forever,
someone who truly cared…

some fifty years ago.

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Water is So Natural

28 Wednesday May 2014

Posted by P Moorman in Family, Life, Love, Mountains, Nature, Uncategorized, Weather

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family, friends, goodbye, leaving, mountains, Nature, poems, Poetry, rain, sky, water, weather

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Gently falling from clouds or
streaming down the river,
water is a welcome addition to nature;

Yet just as natural are the wet
tears trickling down my face
as I say my goodbye to you.

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Facebooking It

02 Wednesday Apr 2014

Posted by P Moorman in Humor, Life

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caring, Facebook, friends, humor, life, poems, Poetry

Posting on Facebook is not for the faint of heart,
viewers judging your images and your posts.
Hoping they look better or appear more smart,
friends post things about which they can boast.
They select only photos where they look their best;
it’s as if they’re entering a beauty contest.

They vacation in the most exotic places,
(or perhaps they merely photoshopped it).
Their children always have the cutest faces,
with accompanying comments so full of wit.

But you know, I’m just as hooked as the next guy
as I daily check in to see what they’re doing.
It’s not like I’m counterintelligence or a spy,
I’ve come to care about them and how they’re doing.

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Winter Geese

13 Monday Jan 2014

Posted by P Moorman in Animals and Insects, Nature

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birds, friends, friendship, Nature, noise, poems, Poetry

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Originally alarmed by the obnoxious honking,
I now look for their familiar brown bodies
to grace my morning sky.

Extended dark heads and feet reveal
distinguishing white accents. But the
true distinction of these geese comes

with the now familiar noise, a noise
which I welcome as light chatter, the
chatter of old friends sharing their day.

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31 Years and Counting

14 Saturday Dec 2013

Posted by P Moorman in Life, Love

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anniversary, friends, life, love, memories, poems, Poetry, time

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31 years
of loving each other,

11,322 days
of laughter and fun,

271,728 hours
of memories to share,

6,521,742 seconds
since we first said ,”I do,”

From the minutest second
to the longest day,
when shared with you,
they’re beyond compare.

I can hardly wait
for the next thirty years;
best friends for life,
in love till the end.

Happy Anniversary, Babe!

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12 Days of Christmas

07 Saturday Dec 2013

Posted by P Moorman in Life, Seasonal

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Christmas, dancing, expensive, friends, gifts, poems, Poetry, seasons, wishes

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I’ve been told I’ve expensive taste,
but I have to disagree,
for I’ve just seen the price list
of Christmas 2013.

The gifts are somewhat dated,
although I do like gold,
but it seems the most expensive
is dancing ladies, count them…nine!

The cost is rather pricey
at over $7,000,
but I just can’t quite envision
having dancers living in.

I haven’t beds nor bathrooms
for nine young active girls,
nor the funds that would be needed,
for all their girly things.

Although you may be thinking
of a different listed gift,
please be advised I’m asking
that you save your hard earned cash.

My needs are rather basic,
my wishes equally so,
may we share continued friendship
each day throughout the year.

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I Give Thanks

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by P Moorman in Health, Life, Love

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family, friends, health, life, love, poem, Poetry, thanks, thanksgiving

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Neither young nor old
I fit right in;
I can play Angry Birds
or Rummy or Gin.

I’ve got fair health,
that is, for my age,
and cherish each and
every new stage.

I have love of friends
and family;
we laugh and live
with sincerity.

As I think about
all I’ve been granted,
I realize I’ve had
a life enchanted.

That’s why during this
Thanksgiving nigh,
I give thanks to those
who enrich my life.

Happy Thanksgiving Day!

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