The Season of Giving

The Season of Giving

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

Blessings and good will to all!

Well, here we are, once again ready and waiting to embark on the holiday season. Thanksgiving is upon us, with Christmas just around the corner. Thanksgiving means the same thing to most of us: Plenty of food! Turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, baked macaroni and cheese, And all the trimmings that go along with the holiday festivities.

But it also should be a time of reflection and some soul searching. Never forget for one moment those who are not blessed enough To have family or friends to enjoy the holiday celebrations, for one reason or another. Sad to say there are many who will spend the holidays alone. Quite often this does not have to be the case.

I lived in Miami between 2015 and 2018. There I spent months in different assisted living facilities. But even as a blind veteran, I still noticed each and every holiday, especially Thanksgiving and Christmas. Of all of the twelve to fourteen elderly men who resided at these places, most had families, but none came to visit for the holidays. It had to be one of the saddest experiences that I ever encountered.

I myself had family down there. My mother was and still is living there. But sadly in 2013 she came down with Dementia. And the whole time that I visited with her, she didn’t even know who I was, her oldest son. But god has a reason for each and everything that happens in life. So I just placed her in His hands.

When the holidays roll around, the first thing that comes to most folks’ minds is exchanging gifts, enjoying all of the holiday music, and hopefully rejoicing in the mere fact that the Lord has granted us one more day. Gifts to someone are always nice, just to show them you care. But giving of oneself is the most inexpensive, yet the most important gift of all. Time is precious, and true friends are few. Because but for the grace of god, that lonely person one day could easily be you or I.

God bless, and happy holidays!
The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

A Veteran’s Poem

United we Stand, Divided we Fall

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

A veteran is a veteran,
No matter which branch they serve.
Fighting for your country,
Boy! That takes some nerve.

Men and women take the oath
To serve their country well,
Leaving behind families.
The hardships only they can tell.

With one thought in mind: To complete their mission.
Come home safe.
The training and experience
For years to come would serve them well.

Countless soldiers have given their lives
To protect us, one and all.
Let us hope and pray
That not one more soldier will ever have to fall!

God bless America!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.
A proud Navy veteran


Service Means Everything

Where Have All the Flowers Gone: Save the Planet!

Where Have All the Flowers Gone: Save the Planet!

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

Mother Earth, oh Mother Earth!
Where have you gone?

Mother Earth, Mother Earth!
Where did we go wrong?

Tornadoes, cyclones, twisters and such;
Air pollution, too much plastic…
It’s getting to be a bit much.

Trees being chopped down
Has nature’s animals on the run.
How would anyone like to be run out of their home?
Believe me, it’s no fun.

Plastic islands clogging up the oceans;
Before we know it, no clean water for us to drink.
The closer we get to the sun, the worst things get.
It really makes you think.

Glaciers melting by the minute,
Polar bears looking for a new home.
Soon all of God’s creatures
Will have no place to roam.

Recycle! Recycle!
Is all we hear nowadays.
If we all pitch in,
Years from now we may still be able to feel the suns rays.

Mother Earth is all we’ve got;
She’s the best game in town.
If folks don’t wake up,
It will be too late for us to frown. 😦

Don’t be a litterbug!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

Shared for
dVerse Poetics: On Climate Crisis.

The Magic of Music: One Universal Melody

The Magic of Music: One Universal Melody

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

With all of life’s trouble and turmoil in the world today,
It’s always nice to know, music can help take the pain away.

Music often times is so soothing to one’s ear,
Sensuous melodies, simple harmonies for all to hear.

Music will gently rock a baby to sleep with a sweet lullaby.
A song filled with memories will most certainly make us cry.

That spirited power of song arrangements composed so neatly,
The feeling that overcomes you is beyond your control.
It fills the heart with such joy
And eases one’s mind ever so sweetly.

Couples go out on a date;
Dinner, wine, and much food.
He brings her home and places on a song to set the mood.

Years down the line, after two people meet,
They still remember their first song
That had them dancing to the beat.

Music truly is universal in each and every land.
Music is eternal;
Strike up the band!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

Power of a Song

by Dr. Crystal L. Grimes, Msc.D.

Someone Else’s Song

by Dr. Crystal L. Grimes, Msc.D.

Music is Poetry

I’m a songwriter and poet, and my husband writes poetry and inspirational stories. He is also the only person who has read my lyrics before hearing the accompanying music; that means a lot to me. We collaborated on the following poem to bridge the gap between music/songwriting and poetry. –C. G.

Music is Poetry

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III
and Dr. Crystal L. Grimes

Music Is Poetry. There Is no doubt.
Some hear a song, not knowing what It’s all about.

Songs tell stories of love, life or pain,
Passing on a message for listeners to gain.

So many forms of storytelling, personal and true;
Music and Poetry get us through.

Sweet melodies of songs, special word’s in a poem
Capture the heart and lead the mind to roam.

No music or poems? What a sad world indeed!
With nothing for the mind and spirit to feed.

A blessed combination and a treasure to behold,
More valuable than riches, more precious than gold.

Some people fear what they don’t understand,
But our stories live on, connecting our hands.

From the Inside Looking Out: A Blind Journey

From the Inside Looking Out: A Blind Journey

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

Morning come’s but none too soon,
For it’s always night in the mind of the blind.

Morning come’s but none too soon,
Just a bit of light is all one need’s to find.

Sometimes sound’s are merely enough to start the day.
First thought that come’s to mind is surely to kneel down and pray.
For the Lord has blessed you with one more day.
What’s the purpose of this extended stay?

The city wake’s with entirely too much noise.
The fact that God has granted one more breath
Fill’s the heart with so much joy.

Should it really matter what we can or cannot see?
Life’s destiny is not up to you or to me.

To overcome the bad day’s along with the good
Show’s the true strength of a man or a woman,
Even if you never thought you could.

Find that special inner strength
That we all possess;
Never let yourself get down
Or feel depressed.

The Light of the Lord is all we need to survive.
He’s kept us here this long
To live life to the fullest,
To love and continue to strive.

No matter your religious or spiritual affiliation,
Do whatever it takes to make it through the day!

May the Lord bless us all and keep us all safe!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

Shared for
dVerse OpenLinkNight – Faces to Ponder.

Submitted for
#RDP #Ragtag Daily Prompt #Night.

Blind and Blessed

Blind and Blessed

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

A Bird sits in a tree.
Ships sail over the seas.

What’s life’s destiny for you and me?
Can the Blind truly see?

If not, are we really free?
Or just slaves to the darkness, unending and deep?

With the inner eye, we can see the truth,
Each one of us, down to me and you.

Who are we then to judge another?
After all, are we not sister and brother?

We live in the shadows every day
With only the Light of the Lord to guide the way.

At times the peace we feel can’t be replaced,
Not taking part in the hustle and bustle,
Nor giving into the chase.

Life is surely fast enough.
Take time to sit and ponder
And deal with your inner stuff.

Even in darkness we show no fear,
Because God is with us, always near.

His plan has already been mapped out;
It’s up to us to carry it out.

Your faith in God should never be broken.
These words ring true. The Blind Poet has spoken! 🙂
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

Shared for OpenLinkNight #244 at

Glass Houses

Glass Houses

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

Where do you live?
What’s your address?

Do you reside on
Live and Let Live Blvd?

Or is your happy home on
Judgment Ave?

You must ask yourself this question…
Or not,
only if you care enough
to consider your neighbors.

We all live
in life’s glass houses,
and no one is perfect –
even relatively close.

Think for a minute.
Life would be boring
if we all were perfect!

We would instantly know
what our neighbors think of us,
and that could cause many problems.

As life is now,
anyone can tell you
And who’s to know
if it be truth or fiction?

What a world that would be indeed!
That old adage always rings true:

Those who live in glass houses
should not

And remember…
We all live
in life’s
glass houses!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

Shared for OpenLinkNight #243 at

A Mother’s Day Tribute

A Mother’s Day Tribute

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

Mothers are a special breed,
Always there in time of need.

They give us life
And help us to avoid strife.

Mothers keep the family together,
Going to work in all types of weather.

Sometimes not shown the gratitude they so richly deserve,
Just trying to show love to God and the children they serve.

Some may not have their child to hold
Because of circumstances beyond their control,

But that’s all right, because God knows all.
Anyone who forms a wedge between mother and child will surely have to answer the call.

Foster, adoptive, stepmothers, one and all –
No other stands as tall.

The Lord blessed this world with Mothers, it’s true.
If not for mothers, there would not be any me nor you.

The special bond between mother and child will never be broken.
This word is true; The Blind Poet has spoken! ❤

To all Mothers past and present,
May the Lord bless you on this Mother's Day!

Click here for more inspiration by The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

The Truth About Faces

The Truth About Faces

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

Faces show the pain;
Faces show the strain.
Faces show the shame,
But who’s really to blame?

Faces show the stress;
Faces show the mess,
The toll that life has taken
On a spirited blessed soul.

Faces show how strong
A child of God can be.
When we pass the test of internal strength,
A beautiful smile is all you see!


Smiles: What the World Needs More Of

Smiles (Quadrille)