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‘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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Tribute to a Caring Teacher, Mrs. Imogene Mize, by Poet Jimmy L. Simpson

October 23rd, 2016 Comments off

 

                 Ms. Imogene

When I was only ten years old,

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With life beginning to unfold,

 I found myself alive but stressed,

 From being socially suppressed,

While left alone to gather clues,

For classifying “don’ts” and do’s;

And might have made the uncool list,

Of left behind and never missed.

Then someone special came my way,

To right the wrongs of yesterday,

By teaching values tried and true,

That still affect the things I do.

“Ms. Imogene” as she was known,

Became for me a stepping stone,

As I developed in sixth grade,

A code of conduct yet displayed.

Instructed well and tutored then,

My heart and soul remembers when,

Somebody cared enough to be,

The teacher who was there for me!

 

Jimmy L. Simpson

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The Poet Loves Trees Too

September 29th, 2016 Comments off

A Tree and Me

There was a tree now dead I know,

That was my friend in long ago,

As each new sunrise gave to me,

Another chance to climb that tree;

And as I sat between its boughs,

I understood why life allows,

Ambition fed by youthful whim,

To make us either sink or swim,

For honest effort causes pain,

From limb to limb and gain to gain;

But in the end rewards the day,

With dreams that never go away;

Then as each lifetime passes through,

Old friends and moments journey too,

While far horizons hard to reach,

Give lessons only life can teach.

 

JLS 10/4/10

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We are seven by Jimmy Simpson – With a nod to Wordsworth

May 19th, 2016 Comments off

We Are Seven 

I heard some verse from olden time,

A classic poem to relate,

For it was such a touching rhyme,

About a tender girl of eight,

That Wordsworth met and noted fair,

With thick hair clustered ‘round her head;

And so he asked her to declare,

“How many more are you?” He said.

“We total seven” she replied,

Two still at home, two more at sea,

While in the churchyard two reside,

Which makes us seven, counting me”.

Then Wordsworth said, “How can you tell,

Of seven all with two at sea,

If two remain at home to dwell;

And two are resting peacefully?”

“Oh master!” was her quick reply,

You forgot the two in Heaven,

Because six other souls and I,

Will forevermore make seven!”

JLS – 2/26/2015

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A Spiritual Journey in Poetic Form, by Jim Simpson

April 10th, 2016 Comments off

Two Men Walking

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I walked upon the road of time,

Beside another in this rhyme,

Who shared a common journey made,

The breadth of which is here displayed;

And each of us the same, I find,

Left nothing that we learned behind,

Nor kept distractions causing pain,

Which constitutes a walk in vain!

We kept the trust that God endowed,

On paths He fashioned and allowed,

To those who understand His Will;

And have one purpose to fulfill,

Unlike some men who tread alone,

Dark passages in fields unknown,

Where death by separation looms,

In cold and unforgiving tombs!

One man of dust, another mist,

Both learning how to coexist,

That on the road of time became,

By Heaven’s Grace one and the same;

And each prepared for walks ahead,

With neither lost nor counted dead,

When host and spirit reunite,

Once more on avenues of light!

JLS – 5/31/2015

 

The Poet Reflects on One Lasting Memory

March 31st, 2016 Comments off

One Lasting Memory

by Jimmy Simpson

Across the years now left behind,

These things still linger on my mind;

A horseback ride throughout the night,

With only moon and stars for light,

A swirling, spring fed swimming hole,

So cold and fresh it touched my soul,

A friend who stood beside me when,

I had nobody else back then,

A scene that took my breath away,

Upon a snowy winter’s day,

A sense that I was in God’s Hands,

On woodland paths and meadowlands,

A soft and sudden scent of spring,

That beckoned like a living thing,

A summer that was soon to bear,

The leaves that autumn trees would wear,

A freedom evermore embraced,

Long after youth had been erased;

Sweet years that on recall for me,

Are one long lasting memory.

JLS – 2/10/2016

 

‘Mister Blue’ by Jimmy L. Simpson

February 13th, 2016 Comments off

              Mister Blue13 JLS

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How are things going Mister Blue?

Just thought I might check up on you,

For many times before you stood,

Between my heart and feeling good,

When I, with sorrow born of strife,

Reached out for something more in life,

To find while yielding to despair,

Rejected dreams and empty air!

Then one day when I had enough,

I turned from dark and hurtful stuff;

And started walking in the light,

Of all things beautiful and bright,

Where I learned how to not be sad,

By hanging out with Mister Glad!

So adios old foe of mine,

Who never had a light to shine,

Perhaps tomorrow even you,

Will tire of being Mister Blue…..

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 by Jimmy Simpson

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January 31, 2012 jimmylsimpson.com

Arkansas Poet Jimmy Simpson – ‘Martin Luther King’

January 18th, 2016 Comments off

Mary, I wrote this poem sometime in the 80s and posted it on my site in 2005 in the History category. It speaks to Dr. King’s message as you have noted. Jim

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            Martin Luther King

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He cried aloud in anguish, but with pride

The consecrated words, “I have a dream!”

Until across the world and nationwide

A single voice became a mighty scream;

As multitudes responded to his cry

In concert with tomorrow and the past

With many voices joined and lifted high

To say, “Lord God Almighty, free at last”!

Although he died in standing up for right

New codes of honor venerate his name

That future generations, black and white

Might live together equal and the same.

Someday we may become one human race

When fellowship defines our saving grace.

Jimmy L. Simpson

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March 4, 2005 jimmylsimpson.com

The Poet Writes of a Christmas Snow in Arkansas

December 8th, 2015 Comments off

 Will Arkansas have another white Christmas this year?

From our friend and poet, Jim Simpson. When Central Arkansas was in a blizzard in 2012 he penned this lovely poem. poetThank you  Jimmy, and for bringing the beauty of an Arkansas Christmas to me once again.

 

        Christmas Snow

Beyond my windowsills tonight,

I see a world turned Christmas white,

As snowflakes fill the atmosphere,

With God’s own touch of Christmas cheer.

Good food with kinfolk, gifts so fair,

A ton of cakes and pies to share,

Along with heartfelt hugs that will,

For ages be remembered still,

When other years that come and go,

Bring not the joy of Christmas snow.

In memory I still recall,

The blessedness of being small;

And hoping each December day,

That Christmas snow would come my way;

But rare it was and is to see,

Though many years have been for me;

And so I stand in Christmas awe,

While Christmas snow finds Arkansas.

Jimmy Simpson, 12-25-12

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