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
Taliesin* the Bard is living and well
With history’s poems and stories to tell,
To wisdom of ages and sages impart,
Thru sharing of spirit and soul-stirring harp.
I carry his legacy, answer the call
With quiver of
and poem and song.
A second “quiver” Quadrille for
A quiver full of instruments
Musicians may possess.
The piano started mine,
Then ukulele so impressed.
Recorder, pennywhistle, drum,
The mandolin and harp.
The violin, it conquered me,
Replaced by my guitar.
I played them all, perhaps not well,
But always with my heart!
My “quiver” Quadrille for De at
I’m taking a ride in a hot air balloon!
I left in September to come back in June.
I learn a whole lot, and I don’t go to school!
It’s fun and it’s awesome, so totally cool!
I fly through the sunshine, the wind, and the frost.
I sing with the birds, and I know all the flocks.
I float everywhere, but I’m paying the cost,
Because: I am free! And that is why I am lost.*
Amaya hosts “Kafka for Kids” at
Pain and sorrow,
Loneliness, depression deep…
You believe it,
Think you see it:
You’re not worthy of your dreams…
In this world of churning changes,
Couldn’t these become extinct?
So may we grow
In all the good we can perceive!
My Quadrille in response to Linda’s “extinction” prompt at
Events significant to you.
Live and love
Activate your joy and share!
Taste the sweetness of
Nick O’Brien started crying:
What’s the point of life?
Never trying, always sighing,
Glaring at his wife.
Nicky’s spirit got to hear it –
Whisper deep inside…
Came to cheer and left his fearing,
Swallowing his pride,
Sharing burdens, joys and hurting,
Letting love abide.
My “nick” Quadrille for De at