Monday, July 11, 2011

Touches

A Poem ------A Meditation
That relax, refresh, calms
Fill my mind with touches
The heart felt kind            

Touches from animals
Kitty cats kind
Doggie dog kind
Horsay horse kind
Bunny rabbit kind

Smoothie smooth kind
Softie soft kind

Touches from people
Hugging hugs kind
Bumping bump kind
Tapping tap kind
Kissing kiss kind

Smoothie smooth kind
Softie soft kind

Touches from nature
Rainy rain kind
Sunny sun kind
Breezy breeze kind
Cloudy cloud kind

Smoothie smooth kind
Softie soft kind

Fill my mind with Touches
The heart felt kind

By: Alma Pratt

The Day is Done

My wife and I sit under the starlit sky
The silvery disk of the moon shining over so brightly
The bats are flying
The mosquitoes are humming
The crickets are moving about
A meteor streaking across the sky
Leaving a fiery trail
The bats whistling to catch their prey
The mosquitoes are trying to break through
The repellant spray
The crickets are chirping
My wife and I finally leaving all of nature
To sing to the God on High
By: Robert Mc Afee

Thursday, February 24, 2011

2011 Poetry Contest Entries

The Wood County Committee is seeking assistance to determine a winner for the 2011 poetry contest. Please submit your opinions with the title of the best poem from the list below. All of your comments will be tallied and will assist us in determining a final winner. Thank you for your help in advance!    

This contest is sponsored by Blakely Care Center in Bowling Green, Ohio  


Christmas at Senior Aerobics
It was the week before Christmas, we headed for class.
We were so excited; we stepped hard on the gas.
We were eager to get there, so we would not be late.
Today, we knew was a special date.

We arrived and had some time to spare.
It was then that we began to share.
For there sat the three ladies from the “Y”,
Who pushed us to exercise, “do or die.”

They taught us we have muscles, abs, triceps and thighs.
They’d like us to be a “perfect 10 size.”
You must work these muscles, “they say with a grin.”
They go through this routine, and say, “do it again.”

I know that they want us to look fantastic and chic,
But by now, I have a CRAMP IN MY CHEEK! Ouch!
We do our aerobics and do weighs ‘til we burn.
This is just a part of what we must learn.

These gals have been faithful, and have made the class fun,
But we are so thankful that they don’t make us run.
Today is the day, they will give us a break,
But they get the reward, UUMM!, because they made us ache?

Thank you dear Stacey, Kelly and Brenda too,
For all the things you have us do.
AND for the help shaping these “bods” for all to see,
Hey, look at this class- WOW, WHEE!! WHEE!!

Now that we are conditioned, ready for holiday cheer,
Lets all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!   



A Sixty Year Journey In Wood County
I’ve found a new romance at last,
It’s all the memories of the past;
The road ahead I cannot foretell,
But the road I’ve traveled,
I can remember well!

            I recall when I was a teen,
            Our family would move to Bowling Green.
Sixty years later, BGSU meets the century mark
On the land that had been the City Park.

High School diploma, college degree,
Selective Service board – a call for me.
Home again and later to a dance
It was time for my first romance.

            Wood County Fair a special delight,
A few months later our wedding night.
Wood County Hospital new on the scene
My son was born in Bowling Green.

Two years later my daughter arrives,
A wondrous delight to all our lives,
Jobs here and there throughout the state,
I finally reach retirement date. 

            Children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and yet,
            The cycle will continue, that’s a sure bet.
            A time of life that sure is nifty,
            Is when your children are now past fifty.

As long as good health will continue,
Keep on keeping on, with all that is in you.
Keep yourself fit, praise God study history,
You’ll reach the promised land – no mystery! 

Money Can’t
Money Can’t walk but it will always talk as long as we have lots of it.
It doesn’t give us guarantees and it can come and go throughout our lifetime.
  Rich, middle class and poor are titles we receive depending on how much money we acquire.
It will buy us material things – houses, cars and jewelry. We can love our money, flaunt, waste and take it for granted, but it will always make us sad when we don’t have it.
Money can’t buy us happiness, good health or give us immortality. It is better to respect, appreciate and be generous with our money with out expecting more.

My Creative Poem - A True Story

Whenever I am feeling joyless I go to my memory bank.
Reminiscing about the funny events in my life make me laugh.

The day my newly purchased hair-piece flew off my head was
 the day my self confidence came to an end.

The wind was too strong for me to control this dead object
sitting on top of my head.

Down the sidewalk it flew with lightning speed as my
neighbors witnessed my marathon run in pursuit of this thing.

My hair-piece finally landed in a cluster of prickly shrubs.
While scrambling to rescue this unrecognizable thing I started
to laugh hysterically.

My laughter was joined by the neighborhood kids watching me
retrieve this hair-piece now tattered and dead.

Baby
I opened my eyes today, and saw
a beautiful lady looking down at me.
Her hair was so soft and her smile
 was such a delight to see.
“I think I’ll call her MOMMY.”

I opened my eyes today, who is that
 handsome man staring down at me?
He looks so proud and be happy as can be.
“I think I’ll call him DADDY.”

I opened my eyes today, there stood
two strangers smiling at me.
With their hair like silver and their
smiles so bright, they look so happy.
“I think I’ll call them GRANDPA AND GRANNY.”

I opened my eyes today, I can see two little
people not much bigger than me.
One was pointing, the other was touching,
they both were jumping with glee.
“I think I’ll call them BROTHER and SISTER
and let them play with me.”

I opened my eyes today, I see all of these
lovely people and wonder how it could be,
that I was so very lucky that they chose me.
“I think I’ll call them FAMILY.”

Reflections of My Life
‘Twas springtime 1928
A baby girl, number 7 of 9, born to a struggling farm couple.
Born of submission, not of love.
God knew me before conception
He had love and plans for me
He died for me, my many sins.

Poor mom delivered and fed us all at breast --
no time to cuddle, play, or care for us.
Hard man’s work in the field for her.
No tractors, combines, or hay balers.
We children pulled weeds and hoed
From early morning to sundown.
We each had our duties
But our time to play as well.

Grandma was the nurturer.
Rocking, sometimes three at a time.
Washing, ironing, cooking, and cleaning were her duties
while living with us.
No hugs, kisses, or “I love you”
Everyone struggling to see the light but we couldn’t see it.
Too much gloom and doom.

Family went to church twice every Sunday.
Dad read the Bible daily.
No family devotions or prayers except at mealtimes.
Dad was abusive to mom and the kids.
He was severely strict; no card playing, movies, or dances.
We gathered around the radio for “Amos and Andy”.

God revealed his plans for me.
I was on honor roll at school,
worked at Uhlman’s department store and the County Home,
saved my money.
At age 18 I went off to nursing school
had no loans or financial help.
I loved the profession and had the top honors in the class.
My heart was full of compassion and love.

Married soon after graduation and birthed four children.
They were healthy and intelligent
but short spaces in between them.
Had financial problems galore.
Worked part time to pay the bills,
Wife, mother, and nurse.
It was God’s plan and my destiny.
God has been my ALL!

God saw fit to take my husband home in December 1961
after twelve years together.
The profession God gave, my job, and Social Security
paid the bills and the mortgage.
Grieved for him and my mother
who had died just four days before him.
God was my comfort and strength
a very pleasant help in trouble.

In my old age God still reveals his plans.
Savior, Advisor, Comforter
strengthens, heals, loves, gives faith and hope.
He rewarded me with motherhood
took home three of my four children.
Gifts of grandchildren and great-grandchildren
 Blessed by retirement, family, and friends.
A child of God I am, I am.
Dad

Hello Dad, Grandpa, Honey as Mom would say
We miss you so much, on this, Jesus’ Birthday.

Some people say we can’t see you,
But we know that’s not right,
We see you every day,
And pray with you every night.

They say we can’t touch you,
Oh, if they only knew,
Every time we touch our hearts,
We know we touch you.

They say you’re gone forever
Boy, how wrong they are,
Every time we look into the Heavens,
You’re our shining star.

God has taken your soul and body,
And left us your memories,
For HE knows that with them,
Our lives are more at ease.

So, Dad, Grandpa, Honey,
Oh, those words sound so sweet,
Our best Christmas ever,
Will be the day that we meet.

Since I am Older  

Since I am older and I live all alone
I thought I would be lonely or probably blue
But every day the doorbell sings a song-
It’s my children, my grandchildren or my greats
Coming with some kisses, hugs, or a surprise-
To brighten my day and put a light in my eyes


I GO TO THE FALLING SNOW
  Here ~ I stand ~ again, present in this moment
in time, watching with my mind and soul ~ beauty
unfolds outside my window ~ the falling snow,
not a sound, around.
 
Not a move, but a silent groove; I cannot
express to you what I see ~ it cannot be
translated, related and not debated;
reserved just for me…
 
...to see ~ I pay attention ~ condescension
within ~ what a blend ~ time and eternity
let me be ~ one with infinity ~ you see
“all is well with me”

                                                       Love
                                      
                                       A story untold
                                       And a mystery to the soul
                                       Till darkness called
                                       For a sacrifice or not at all
                                       Children to save
                                       Helpless from the fall

                                       God from above
                                       Descended at the call
                                       His frail form to accept
                                       A cross tall

                                       Rise children re born
                                       Live in the awe
                                       Of your redemption
                                       Gifted from on high
                                       And true in hearts
                                       Light with His might

In The Mist

Rock my body and soul,
Bring me back to my complete control.

Love will seize the day,
For us to forever rise and stay.

In the mist of the night,
My love comes to me and says alright.

No where we have to be,
No where we should be.

Continue our love as number one,
Remember we do not have to run.

Gazing at the ocean sun,
With lots of joy that is full of fun.









 




 
 
 
 

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Poetry Contest "Reflections From Within"

Any Wood County individual 50 years of age or older may participate.


Poems should share stories of life, hope, dreams and love. We are looking for poetry that, in some way, celebrates the heart and souls of members of Wood County citizens as they continue to celebrate their lives.



A submitted poem is restricted to a letter-sized 8 ½ X 11 page. If hand written, please print and if typing on computer, please use Verdana 12 point font. All styles of poems are acceptable but they must be originals. Any plagiarized poems will be disqualified!



You can submit up to two poems per individual. You may resubmit poems from previous years if they did not win and previous winners may submit new poems.

Poems are due to the Program Department at the Wood County Committee on Aging, Inc., 305 North Main Street, Bowling Green, Ohio 43402 on Monday, February 14, 2011 by 4 p.m. You may also e-mail your entry to programs@wccoa.net. No intentions to submit will be accepted.



All entries must have their name, phone number and address on the poems.

Winners will be chosen by three celebrity judges and by popular vote. All poems entered will be available for reading in a loosely bound edition, at all Senior Center sites on Thursday, February 24, 2011. 



Winning poems will be published in the newsletter, on the web site, in local papers and a grand prize valued at $50 will be awarded at our awards banquet on Wednesday, March 30 at 4:30 p.m.  All participants are encouraged to attend the awards celebration and participate in the poetry readings to learn if their poem is a winner. A special guest poet will be honored.

The 2011 Wood County Poetry Contest books will be for sale for $5 between March and April of 2011 by request only. All poems will be posted on our blog site woodcountycommitteeonaging@blogspot.com.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Lee Forse: Story by and Brief Biography

    ABOUT LEE FORSE

Lee has lived in the Bowling Green area for 44 years and her children have grown up here.  Those children have produced 10 grandchildren and all live in various parts of Ohio.  During Lee’s working life she wrote plans and programs for individuals with handicaps.  After she retired, she joined the Wood County Senior’s writing group which has given her the opportunity to write fiction and most especially to use humor.  Writing these stories entertains her as much as she hopes they entertain others.  


A CHRISTMAS STORY
Marj looked at the tree lying in the front yard, the tinsel on it’s braches blowing in the December wind and thought “oh, boy.  Hope none of the neighbors are looking outside right now.”  She watched her irate husband Dave who was now stomping back up the stairs to the front porch after throwing the tree in the yard and saw their three kids who were standing on the porch.  Joan, eleven, was staring open mouthed at her father.  Paul, nine, was standing with his arms folded and his lower lip out and quivering.  Donna, eight was starting to cry and howl, “Daaaaad”.
     Dave stormed back into the house and slammed the front door.  Marj said to the children, “well, you brought this on yourselves.”
     Joan asked indignantly, “what did we do?”
     “How about whining for weeks about everything possible you could want for Christmas and now complaining and crying that what you will be getting is not what you want?  And how do you know what your are getting, hm?”
     “Joan told us!” exclaimed Paul.
     “Did not!
     “Yes you did! cried Donna.
     “Well you said you wanted to know.  You said you wouldn’t tell!” 
     Joan could not stand not knowing what she was getting for Christmas and every year no matter where her parents hid the presents, Joan would find them, unwrap them enough to see what they were, then wrap them back up.  It had been apparent to her parents that this year she had also told her brother and sister what they would be getting and the presents did not live up to their expectations.    
     Dave and Marj on Dave’s limited teacher’s salary, had done their best to get presents they thought the kids would enjoy but they could not afford some of the fancy T.V. game systems and clothing that the kids wanted.
     Marj went into the house and tried to talk to Dave who was sitting in the family room watching T.V. and was obviously still fuming.
     “Honey”, tried Marj.
     “Don’t talk to me now.  I have had it with their grasping greediness!  That is not what Christmas should be.”
     “I know Dave.  They have been horrible, but why throw the tree out?”
     “I can’t take back their presents, but I can show them what I think of their attitude about Christmas! They don’t care about me!  All I am is a paycheck to them! I don’t want to talk about it any more!”
     Marj thought it was best to retreat for a while until he calmed down and go into the living room to sort through the lights and ornaments Dave had ripped from the tree.
Donna was still crying and Marj hugged her.
     “Mom, we love Dad.” sobbed Donna.
     “Ya Mom”, put in Joan, “if we just wanted a Dad with a big paycheck we would have picked out a lawyer or doctor or something.”
     “That’s not funny Joan.  You snooping into the presents is what started this,”
     “Well, I just thought they should know that they weren’t getting what they wanted.”
     “Joan, Christmas is not just about presents you know.  It is celebrating the birth of Christ.  That is what your father is so mad about.  That you kid’s attitude is not right”
     “But I wanted a Mario Brothers game!” exclaimed Paul.
     Marj looked at them.  “There are a lot of children in the world that don’t have enough to eat much less games.”
     “But I still want the Mario Brothers” pouted Paul.
     Marj just shook her head and went back to see how Dave was doing.  He was not as red in the face and he was breathing quieter.  “Honey, is it okay if I bring the tree in?”
     Dave looked at Marj for a long moment.  “I’ll get it.  But I’m not putting in back up!”
     “That’s okay.  The kids and I will put it up.”
     Dave brought in the tree and Marj made the kids help with setting it up and putting the lights and ornaments back on.
     Marj informed Dave and the kids.  “I want everyone to go to the 11:00 service tonight.  It’s Christmas Eve and I think this family needs it.”
     There was some grumbling, but in the end everyone piled into the Pacer and went to the service.
     It was a beautiful service of bible readings about the birth of Jesus, singing Christmas carols and ending with everyone having a lighted small candle in a cardboard holder.  On the way home, after the usual squabbling of who was going to sit where, the kids started singing carols. 
     When they got into the house, Marj asked the children, “Now do you understand about Christmas?  You are not going to get all you wanted, but I don’t want any complaining tomorrow”
     “Well I still wan….” started Paul.
     “Paul!”
     Paul folded his arms then said “oh, okay.”
     Donna hugged her father.  “Daddy, we really do love you.”
     Dave gruffly  replied “ya, ya” but bent down and hugged Donna.
     Joan hung her head. “I’m sorry I told them about their presents.”
     The kids trooped upstairs and got ready for bed with the usual wail of Joan who shared a bedroom with her messy little sister.  “Look at the mess you made and when Mom told us to clean up, you put it all under my bed so Mom would think it was my mess and not yours.  Mooom.  Mooom.”
     Marj and Dave looked at each other and Marj laughed.  “Like I wouldn’t know who’s mess it really is.”
     They gave each other a hug and a kiss and Dave said “Merry Christmas Mooom.”
     As Marj headed up the stairs to settle the dispute she had to shake her head at her  family, every one of which cared deeply about what they wanted, argued strongly for how they felt, and were a loud passionate bunch.  She just hoped that as they got older, compassion, sharing and living their faith would grow as strong.  And it did.  It’s funny how faith works that way, and the entire family loves telling the story of the year Dad threw the tree into the front yard.