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Jimmy’s Dog: Biscuit (First posted in 2009) Thanks Poet!

November 21st, 2017 No comments

 

                        Biscuit                                                                                                 

When I was young and mischief prone,

I had a doggie all my own;

And though I tried to name him good,

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But I just gave that pooch a name,

According to his claim to fame,

Because he put a special flair,

On catching biscuits in the air;

So ‘Biscuit’ was the name he got,

That made some people laugh a lot.

Perhaps I could have called him “Fred”,

Or “Champ” or “Crackerjack” instead,

Though “Biscuit” was the name that fit;

And I still think the most of it,

As I recall him by and by,

Inhaling biscuits on the fly.


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Arkansas Mine as Penned by Poet, Jimmy Simpson

November 13th, 2017 Comments off

I didn’t live in Arkansas as long as Jimmy, and I really did not get to explore the natural beauty of the state as he has, but I share the love for the land from which we both came. 

Arkansas Mine

God made this haven I call mine,

With many wonders, rare and fine,

From wooded slopes with trails pristine,

To thriving meadows lush and green,

Where springfed streams collect the rain,

Then send it to the delta plain,

That crops of fertile farm and field,

Might share the bounty of their yield.

Each dawn I rise with grateful zest,

For this good land that God has blessed;

And breathe untainted air He made,

In meadowland and forest glade,

As I, with pleasure, proudly scan,

This Arkansas, where I began.

Across this planet, to and fro,

Are many precious lands, I know,

No doubt providing much to they,

Who live their lives some other way;

But as for me, by right of birth,

There is no better place on earth.

 

JLS – 11/10/16  Jimmylsimpson.com

 

‘Forgiveness’, by poet Jimmy Simpson

October 30th, 2017 Comments off

         Forgiveness

The Bible tells me how to live,

How to be humble and forgive;

But nowhere am I told to be,

A partner of iniquity,

Nor to abet by word or deed,

Repeat transgressors who impede.

Forgiveness is a noble act,

God asks of those who are attacked,

To show offenders love is true;

And that it matters what we do,

That by example, not duress,

Mankind might witness righteousness.

While saints do not participate,

In doings that are reprobate,

They do forgive and then forget,

Discretions that must be, and yet,

Remain beyond the reach of sin,

Because of Whom their faith is in.

JLS – 10/16/16

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The poet remembers Glen Campbell

October 23rd, 2017 Comments off

Glen Campbell

(1936-2017)

 

Fine words of comfort, spoken well,

Can neither alter nor dispel,

The sadness of a legend done,

Way back in yesterday begun,

By one who pioneered with song,

An age that always will belong,

To all of us still young at heart,

That shared each moment from the start.

Glen Campbell was a country lad,

Who gave to music all he had;

And wrote his name for all to see,

As part of music history,

With talent of a unique kind,

In tunes like “Gentle On My Mind”,

“A Rhinestone Cowboy” and delights,

Like “Galveston” and “Southern Nights”.

Now gone but unforgotten still,

He had a purpose to fulfill,

When from an early death, he rose,

At God’s discretion, I propose;

And with a gift to entertain,

Brought joy that ever will remain,

For all who shared an age of worth,

While Glen was singing on this earth.

 

 

JLS –8/8/17

Vicksburg

October 20th, 2017 Comments off

Vicksburg

Across a field of silent foes,

A tall and stately forest grows,

Where once the sounds of war ensued,

That was a nation’s bloody feud;

And where today the fallen lie,

As victims of an age gone by.

From hill to hill and glade to glade,

The roar of gun and cannonade,

Still echoes in a ghostly way,

Upon the field of yesterday,

When Vicksburg bore the bitter stain,

Of civil conflict waged in vain.

One summer afternoon, I stood,

Beneath that sad and lonely wood,

With tears of anguish on my face,

For those who occupy the place;

And listened to the din of shame,

Reverberate once more the same.

 

JLS – 6/16/17

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The Man From Camelot by Jimmy Simpson

October 15th, 2017 Comments off

The Man from Camelot

Now long ago and far away,

There was a man called JFK,

Who left a nation beaten down,

When shots rang out in Dallas town;

And to this day, reflectively,

The loss remains the same for me.

Those thousand days of glory gained,

That for one timeless moment reigned,

Saw hopes and expectations grand,

Be empty dreams throughout the land,

While one great leader, young and brave,

Marched onward to an early grave.

So many years have passed since then,

With pledges made by other men,

Some overstated, some untrue,

Each touting greater things to do;

And through it all I noted not,

One like the man from Camelot.

 

JLS – 5/10/17  Jimmylsimpson.com

I, If and If by poet, Jimmy Simpson

October 3rd, 2017 Comments off

If, If and If 

If I could pen a rhyme of peace,

To make all confrontations cease,

No doubt, my mind would think it good,

That I did so because I could;

But if it only made things worse,

My heart would break for wasted verse.

If I could tell a better way,

With all things positive to say,

There would be no regret in it,

Nor make me sad enough to quit;

But once again, if that should fail,

The world would laugh at such a tale.

If I composed with joy to lend,

A sincere message that could end,

Whatever circumstance was wrong;

And help us all to get along,

I would be tempted to, although,

It might become a tale of woe.

 

JLS – 5/6/17

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Do you know someone drifting away into the long goodbye?

October 3rd, 2017 Comments off

Poet Jimmy Simpson speaks to the heartache of losing one’s memories.

Alzheimer’s

My mind no longer classifies,

Surroundings I should recognize,

Nor ascertains from case to case,

What once was a familiar face,

In this new world where memory,

Remains forever lost to me.

How strange it is to contemplate,

An age that now is out of date;

And struggle to reclaim the same,

From visages without a name,

While somewhere in the mists of when,

I know they each existed then.

As moments I must now forget,

This heart of mine remembers yet,

Perhaps a touch or friendly smile,

That brought me comfort for a while;

And so I love you all no less,

Though time has forced me to regress…..

 

 

JLS – 8/23/17  Jimmylsimpson.com

‘Streams’ by Jimmy L. Simpson

April 21st, 2017 Comments off

Streams

by Jimmy L. Simpson

Within the festive mood of spring,

Two mated geese upon the wing,

Took refuge on my pond and stayed,

Along with goslings newly made.

I watched them wade and swim and dive;

Six babies glad to be alive,

While mom and dad together stood,

As keepers of the neighborhood;

And I a child of God as well,

Was part of something good to tell,

For once when I was young and new,

I learned along with others too,

How life for creatures great or small,

Becomes the greatest gift of all,

When out of nowhere as it seems,

We learn to navigate life streams.

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Arkansas Mine by Jimmy L. Simpson

March 4th, 2017 Comments off
Arkansas Mine

God made this haven I call mine,

With many wonders, rare and fine,

From wooded slopes with trails pristine,

To thriving meadows lush and green,

Where springfed streams collect the rain,

Then send it to the delta plain,

That crops of fertile farm and field,

Might share the bounty of their yield.

Each dawn I rise with grateful zest,

For this good land that God has blessed;

And breathe untainted air He made,

In meadowland and forest glade,

As I, with pleasure, proudly scan,

This Arkansas, where I began.

Across this planet, to and fro,

Are many precious lands, I know,

No doubt providing much to they,

Who live their lives some other way;

But as for me, by right of birth,

There is no better place on earth.

 

JLS – 11/10/16

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