Looking Glass

As children bring their toys with tears for us to mend
So I gave my heart to you because you were my friend.
But you didn’t help to mend it; in fact, you did not care at all
As I let my heart go, you pulled back and watched it fall.
Yet you still are always there, I see you everywhere I go
At dinner or a movie, your face is sure to show.
I see you in the morning, afternoon and night
To treat me so, yet hang around really isn’t right.
Every time I see you, you make me feel the fool
Did you not learn the most common ‘golden rule’?
Desired by so many, yet practiced by so few
Do onto others, as they would do to you.
With the way you treat me, you really are an ass
I can see beyond that smile and deep within those eyes – Alas

It is only me I’m seeing reflected in the glass.

golden mirror

_Doug Logan
2016

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Imagination Lost

As a child, we lived our lives from day to day,
We learned how to laugh, how to love and how to play,
In our imagination, we became our mighty hero,
All it took was a cape made of the case of our pillow.
From the simplest items found in our room,
We could travel to any country, even the moon.
We became the noblest knight or the prettiest maiden fair; We defend our castles, made of blankets, cushions and the chair.
Outside we would let our imagination fly,
As we formed shapes in the clouds up in the sky.
At night, we caught fireflies to keep in a jar,
Then stare up at the stars and wonder, “Just how far?”

As a teen our lives changed to facts from a book,
Now the other sex was worth that second look.
Our games, they were care free no more,
Now we learned that we must keep score.
The toys are no longer simple that we keep within our room,
Now with our computer we travel father than the moon.
We battle villains, enemy armies, even evade a cop,
We are hooked on these devices almost nonstop.
Outside, our imagination, we no longer let roam,
We look to the night sky and ask, “Are we alone?”

Now as adults, we use our imagination no more,
We judge our own lives by how we keep the score.
Many are no longer the hero we once wished we could be,
Mostly now, our travels are limited to what we see on T.V.
No longer can we see fancy shapes made of cloud,
The music from the kids, we complain is loud.
We lock ourselves inside our own little room,
For outside we see nothing but fear and our doom.

Why in our lives do we learn not to be so wild?
Why can we not keep the eyes and heart of a child?
Why can we not see in the clouds, a heart?
Why with our imagination do we have to part?
To be the knight, or the maiden once more,
To play a game of ball then not keep score.
To let ourselves go, to explore the depths of our mind,
To bring us full circle takes our children to find.

_Doug Logan
2016

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Paw Prints

Paw prints
You are always leaving paw prints that tell me where you go
There are paw prints through the yard in the freshly fallen snow
You left paw your prints on the door from when you wanted in
Then muddy paw prints down the hallway and into the den
Dirty paw prints on the window from when you had to look
Wet paw prints in the kitchen from watching as I cook
The paw prints on the counter have me seeing red
Paw prints on the covers tell me you’ve been on the bed
Some paw prints on the table tell me you’ve been bad
And the paw prints made of ketchup have me rather mad
You left paw prints on my pant legs from when you came to greet me
There are paw prints left on almost everything I see
I am always cleaning paw prints, but some will never part
You left these paw prints forever etched upon heart.

_Doug Logan

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Who is family?

Family often is more than just blood,
It’s the trusted, respected, and the loved;
It’s the child we comfort when waking from a bad dream,
The one we run to when it’s our turn to scream;
It’s the one whom in our heart we hold dear,
The one who when we hurt we want to hold near;
The brother we fought with and learned to climb trees,
The sister we fought for but whose boyfriends we tease;
The little girl we played house with, whose laughter made us smile,
The woman we are proud of as we walk down the aisle;
The young boy we wrestled and cheered on at his game,
The pride in the man that that boy became;
It’s the laughter, joy and memories we make,
The pain in our heart when these bonds may break;
Nothing hurts more than when a family member is lost,
For it’s with our heart and soul we pay the cost.
_Doug Logan

2015

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The Seeds of Friendship

As from the smallest of the acorns a mighty oak may grow,
With that same hope the seeds of friendship we may choose to sow.
Some may cast these seeds widely regardless of the ground,
Where they will on both fertile and rocky soil be found.
These friendships are as common as the fish caught in a net,
And if we should part, these friends we may soon forget.
Others only plant a few with the care of a surgeon and his blade,
It’s from these seeds that the strongest friendship bonds are made.
We nurture these young friendships in hopes they will last for years,
They are watered with joy, with laughter and even painful tears.
O’er the passing months and years our lives become entwined,
And even should we have to part, part of us we will leave behind.
In that time the roots run deep and the trunk grows solid and sound,
These friendships will still survive though we two are not around.
The miles grow between us, sometimes by many states,
The weekend calls last forever, never caring about the rates.
Then one day it happens; the phone call goes unmade,
The sound of their voice in memories slowly start to fade.
Days turn to weeks, into months, and then to years,
All without the friend with whom we’ve shed so many tears.
The friendship still does live though, we each carry of the other a part,
For that little seed of friendship grew within us and became our heart.

_Doug Logan
2015

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Who Am I ?

Who am I to you?
Someone you wish or barely knew?
Am I a sibling, a spouse, a lover, a friend?
A brief acquaintance or there till the end?
A colleague, a classmate, a partner, a foe?
A help, a hindrance, or someone just in tow?
Would you stop to wish me a good day?
Would you come to see me when it’s not “on the way”?
Am I someone that you are proud to know?
Or am I someone you rather wish would go?
Would for you life continue on just the same, if for me tomorrow never came?
Would you feel sad, lonely or blue?
Or would you say I was only someone you knew?
Would you say you knew me and that you knew me well?
Could you a story of us tell?
Could you say that you’ve known me for years?
Or would the news not bring you any tears?
Would you have an answer if this was asked of you?                                                                         Or would you have to ask the question too?
We live day to day with so much left unsaid,                                                                                       words soon forgotten once we go to bed.
We often take for granted those we see every day,                                                                             and too soon forget those who are now far away.
It’s too easy to forget something we’ve all at some time have been told;
Make new friends but keep the old, the new are silver, the old are gold.
Tell those you hold dear say you love them every day, each and every one,
For for all of us someday tomorrow will never come.

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You are a priceless diamond

You are a priceless diamond
in a simple world of stone
jewels of many colors
yet one clear one stands alone

To find a setting that’s worthy
of the beauty and love to hold
can only be one made of platinum
and etched with solid gold,

This precious stone of beauty
did not always get this call
what once was a simple piece of coal
is now the strongest of them all

In clearness comes the value
when there’s nothing left to hide.
just the sum of life’s pressure
creating strength from deep inside,

Our lives are as this jewel
they don’t start out this way
but polish out the scratches
and you’ll become a diamond someday.

\My thanks to Stan Bryant, most of this are his words, just my polishing touch.

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The Soul’s Rose

No one knows the true beauty of a rose,
Only that of its leaves and petals as it grows;
They say that beauty is only as deep as the skin,
But it’s not so for it is in the soul that the rose will begin.rose-02

The rose stands for love and its’ prime color is red,
The color is special because for it our Savior bled;
It is rare that this rose will reach full bloom,
But even as a bud its’ spirit will fill any room.

The rose is eternal and will always stand tall,
Since it never dies, share it with all;
The rose is nurtured by the Spirit with loving care,
It’s watered and grows each time we gather in prayer.

It is only by us gardeners that His rose garden grows,
And from our hard work that His love freely flows;
I’m glad to know you Erin, and see how your spirit shows, It is easy to see that even your outward beauty is that of the rose

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I Will Always Remember (The reply to Remember Then Not Now)

My Dear, I love you
and remember I do
I remember the feel of your hand in mine
How perfectly they intertwine
I remember your smile
the twinkle of love In your eyes I’d find
I remember your singing so out of tune
I thought it was a cat howling at the moon
All the things you list my sweet
Are what make my life so complete
Slowly each passing day
I see Parkinson’s
Like another lover steal you away
This opponent I cannot fight,
she’s wicked and cruel
with this woman I cannot duel
On bended knee leave his body
I do pray,
give him back
He’s mine I say
Your my love, your my friend
I promise to remember all these
things and more as
I see you slip out the door
In my heart our precious moments
I will store, there has been
nothing that compares
better than me and you
So remember I will
till my end.
When in heaven I will find you
Making new memories will start again.

_Camie Gallo

2014

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Don’t Cry For Me

You’ve just come to know me in my twilight years
You’ve patiently listened while I’ve chewed on your ears
Stories of my youth and golden years you’ve been told                                                           Tales of my grandkids you’ve said will never grow old                                                                    I feel the love of being under your care
I see you now, as out the window you stare
I see you sitting by me on this cold snowy night
I see you lean forward to turn off the light
You watch me gently fall to sleep and enter dreamland
I feel as you reach over and take hold of my hand

I see your eyes glisten, you’re starting to weep
For you can see by my chest, I no longer sleephospice nurse
Don’t cry for me, instead dance in the rain
Be happy for me, I no longer feel any pain
Don’t cry for me, I’ve lived fruitful years
Now’s not the time for the shedding of tears
Don’t cry for me or mourn that I’ve passed
A lifetime of joy and love I’ve amassed
Don’t’ cry for me, things could have always been worse
I could’ve not had met you, my friend, my nurse.

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