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I lay out my heart

I lay out my heart, and with pen I write

my thoughts and words like a transcript of old

letters mailed out when we thought them to be

the thing that became such a welcomed sight.

I hope and pray that you read this and find

how sincere my effort in finding a way

to express my feelings, for you’re still on my mind.

I didn’t know then, but our relationship drained

what friendship we’d nurtured, and tried to revive

only suffered more loss when I moved away,

and we lost all contact. There was nothing to gain

but live with regrets of things done or said.

A distance measured in miles we can relate,

but one of the heart is harder to maintain.

It suffers setback and grows further apart,

and now we see with a bitter reminder

there’s no going back, for there is no restart.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2017)

Posted for the Daily Post Weekly Writing challenge

 

Remembering that special member of our family

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When a Dog Steals Your Heart

 

When a dog steals your heart

it becomes that kind of love

where a bond of mutual trust

is formed from the start.

It grows stronger through the years

and when it is his time

and your heart is filled with grief

you watch through your tears

as he’s quietly put to sleep.

You’re thankful for what you had

and the memories that you keep,

but now you say goodbye

after his last and final breath,

and when it’s time to part

you clutch his collar, leash and tags

like they’re pieces to his heart.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2016)

The above poem is one I wrote and shared a few years ago when we lost our beloved Titus, to cancer and epileptic attacks. After enjoying him for ten years since raising him from a pup we had to put him down, and grieved for a year over him before finally adopting another dog. We still miss Titus. Looking at recent pictures of a litter of yellow pups born to a breeder’s female dog I was reminded of our precious Titus Maximus, and all the happy moments and years we had with him. This post is inspired by the prompt given for today’s Daily Post Discovery challenge prompt. Animals are one of those special gifts God blesses us with, and our bond with them is never forgotten, and in many ways can even teach us how we can strengthen and fortify relationships with those in our circle of friends and family. Animals can teach us much about life, friendship, devotion, support and ways to relate to people in life. This post is done for the Daily Post prompt, here at; https://dailypost.wordpress.com/discover-challenges/animal/

I still love to dig

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly writing challenge: “Digging for Roots.”

I think the person I am is greatly influenced by the family I came from. When I wrote my first posts on my blog site a couple of years ago I told about the 30+ yrs. of genealogy research and work I’ve done digging into my paternal grandfather’s past and family. They were Germans from Russia, immigrated from Odessa, Russia (now the country of Ukraine) in 1889. Much of my research and information was used to create my current novel and project entitled, The Informant’s Agenda.

I was blessed to be able to travel to Russia and Ukraine in 1989 to commemorate their immigration to the U.S. and learn all I could about them and their own journey out of persecution and anarchy. I later learned too that their family were once originally from Jewish descent, then later converted to the Lutheran faith. These are the genealogical roots of my family that define me in such a way that makes me proud of my heritage, my faith, and my insatiable drive to learn more. I am so thankful for the opportunity to have made the journey, literally to the country of their origin, and also through the years of time travel with all the resources, books and research materials used so I could learn all I could about them. I have scrapbooks and binders so full of collected documents, records, old family photos, and Ged files that they cannot hold any more. Still I continue the ‘digging’ at times into my father’s side, and also my mother’s side from Germany . It is a legacy I will pass down to my children and grandchildren. It is a ‘dig’ I would not have traded for anything.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Ancient Family History

Below is my submission for this week’s Daily Post Writing Challenge Full Tanka

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/full-tanka/ 

 

I pulled from the box

old photos; dour faces

staring back at me;

There is not one, a smile; but

just their sad look that graces

 

our new family

seeking ancient history;

For all they will have

is what is left to pass on

in this box of old faces

 

so I pulled it out

and began with my long search

looking for good clues

but learned it was not to be

so easy once I started

 

so I shoved it all

back into the dusty box

where they all remain

together even this day

sealed inside their box coffin

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Footnotes on the above Tanka poems. This story poem is true fiction in the literal sense as I actually have over 30 years of successful family genealogy on my paternal grandfather’s German family from Russia with boxes full of not just photos of ancestors but piles and stacks of documents and many other resources used throughout the years as well as membership into one of the leading German Russian genealogy organizations. So, even though this story is fiction, my own family is not, and has a long heritage of Germans from Russia.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)


The Daily Post: Weekly writing challenge, Student/Teacher

Good writing is not

in perfected form, but in

a corrected form

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Submitted for the http://dailypost.wordpress.com/     Weekly writing challenge,  Student/teacher

The above haiku poem is a lesson I learned when I was a member of the Christian Writers’ Guild years ago and mentored under instructors like Jerry B. Jenkins (author of the New York Times best-selling Left Behind book series and founder of the CWG) whom I admire and respect as a writer. While being mentored by a published author assigned to me I learned that good writing is the result of re-written, revised and re-edited material not just once, but a number of times. And it has paid off considerable times when I have resubmitted pieces to publishers after the first and consecutive rejections. If after the third rejection and re-edited, revised material one might reconsider or re-examine the piece entirely and decide it is worthy of submitting again and again. But, in the process it can make one a better writer and teach perseverance and patience. I think that is the ultimate lesson a writer learns above all.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

The DP Challenge: Fifty

There came a peddler one day to town

Who had an old dog and traveled around

His wagon full with all sorts of stuff

clanked and hung off the side with old Scruff

He sold his wares to the burlap store

and could spin a tale like none heard before

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

 

 

 

 


Daily Post – Weekly writing challenge – The Best Medicine – Bee Little, Bee Brave

Bee Happy

 BEE LITTLE, BEE BRAVE

There once was an old bee,

That stung where I couldn’t see,

Then he flew away

Returning that day,

And said, “You can’t catch me.”

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I said, “Buzz off old bee.”

And sat down by the tree,

Then rubbed the welt

That hurt when felt,

“You’ll not again sting me.”

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Joyce E. Johnson (2013)

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