trepidatiously yours: 2017

Friday, December 29, 2017

sit ups

Sit Ups

Call me old fashion,

Exercise is a passion.

I practice the sit up,

When from bed I get up.

The more I nap and rise,

The more I exercise!

JSM

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Thursday, December 14, 2017

Angel Echos

In a world with evil,

Troubles many,

Blessings few,

Angel voices still echo,

Peace on earth,

Good will toward you!

JSM

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Saturday, December 9, 2017

How To Spear Frogs

Start with a trident tipped spear,

Approach the frog from the rear.

A good aim and quick jab,

And soon a frog you will stab!

Fry the legs in an iron skillet,

In flour of wheat not of millet.

Watch the pan I do implore,

If not those legs will jump out on the floor.

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Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Beaten Up

I was “beat up”.

The sun,

“beat me up”.

I usually watch the sun rise.

But today,

To my surprise,

When I sat down in my chair,

The sun was already there.

Would it be vain?

To pray for it to backup,

And rise again?

JSM

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Coffee Straw

Coffee Straw
Too lazy
To trot
To coffee
Pot

Move pot
By Bed
Suck straw
Instead

oh Happy Day

Oh Happy Day

Oh happy day!

It Is never,

”just another day”,

The sun did rise,

And so did I.

God gave another day,

To laugh or cry,

Come what may.

Remember you could be found,

Six feet under,

the cold, hard ground!!!

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Cutshin Girl

I am a Cutshin girl,

I hold my head up high,

And the fellow who gets me,

Will be a lucky guy.

HNS

Written by my Granny, Hazel Nolan Shell, born 1909 in Leslie County of Ky, when she was a school girl. Cutshin Creek is near the town of Thousandsticks.

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Saturday, December 2, 2017

water in my blood

Water in the Blood

I have water in my blood,

Not gentle waves,

On tropical shore,

But running,

Splashing,

Through solid rock it tore.

Gouging gullies,

Hollowing hollers,

Appalachian water I adore.

JSM

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shipwrecks

Shipwrecks

I have lost souls,

On treacherous shoals'

Fierce breakers of distance and time.

I think of their faces,

I miss their embraces,

Searching the shipwrecks of memories sublime.

JSM

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Friday, December 1, 2017

silver frost drops

Silver Frost Drops

Silver drops,

Drip,

Dripping,

From the redbud tree.

Morning sun,

Defrosts the frost,

The branches drip silver fun!

JSM

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Thursday, November 30, 2017

locked door

Locked Door

I lock the door,

To my soul,

Lest you discover,

I am not whole.

But I open a window,

And sit by it,

To air my thoughts,

Bit by bit.

JSM

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

stick man vanquished

Stick Man Vanquished

As I was walking to county Fair,

I met a man who wasn't there.

Though he never spoke to me,

I begged his pardon, my failure to see.

He was however rather uncivil,

So with the stranger I did quibble.

"Will you not reply to me?

And acknowledge my apology?"

You may think me a fool,

But I challenged that heathen to a duel.

But he lacked the common courtesy,

To even take a shot at me!

Now there's a celebration,

As people express their adulation.

For now the man who wasn't there,

Never plagues the county Fair.

JSM

PS: I have no talent when it comes to working with mentally ill people. To the man in our poem the imaginary opponent is real. To you or me he is arguing and dueling with no one. When I encounter a person with an over inflated opinion of himself I can't help but wonder what imaginary accomplishments he lauds himself for. Perhaps he has just written his first book?

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Rev J Scott Martin PE

Kentucky Born Author of

“Lost and Found in Chirripo”

Has lived in Harlan and Johnson Counties of Kentucky and currently resides in Lexington

the woman and the well

A Woman and a Well

A woman and a well,

Have a story to tell.

Jesus asked for water,

From a Samaritan daughter.

She was put off,

Jesus’ intention, she did scoff,

“Here is something new,

Giving water to a Jew.”

“Why not?” Replied he,

“I could give living water to thee.”

“Sir, you have no bucket for to draw,

Do you have a twenty foot straw?”

“Well water quickly comes to an end,

With my water you never thirst again”

“Sir, do you have living water to sell?

I don’t like to come to this Well!”

“Sure, bring your husband here,

I’ll give it to you both my dear.”

“Sir, for a husband I have none,

this is why me they shun.”

“Fact is my daughter you’ve had a few,

And the one your with now isn’t married to you!”

“Sir, it is a prophet to whom I speak,

Where should I worship, which mountain peak?”

“A new day is coming my friend,

I am about to start a brand new trend,

If God you want to seek,

You need no mountain peak,

God is spirit you see,

And you have spirit inside of thee,

If God you want to seek,

Worship in spirit and truth at his feet”

JSM based on John 4

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

stay true

Stay true

From mountaintop to mountaintop,
Plot a bearing that is true.
For Neither swamp,
Nor forest,
Nor shadow,
Hold a clue.

Rev J. Scott Martin, P.E.