Monday, September 1, 2025

Mirror Image

 


By John I. Blair

Each morning when
I peer
At the mirror
Above my bathroom sink
I seem to see
Me
Staring back.
But that thing
On the mirror
Is not me;
It’s an artifact
Of light waves
And reflective indices;
It’s about
Preconceptions, illusions, delusions,
Optimism, pessimism or
Astigmatism,
Just how vain
I am,
And how clean
I’ve kept my mirror.
I’m not there.
I’m somewhere
Among the neural pathways
And the gray cells
Of this aging brain;
And the only way to see
The real me,
I think,
Is not by looking out
But looking in.

©2002 John I. Blair
Encore


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They Aren't What They Seem

 

By Bud Lemire

They aren't what they seem
I've been living a dream
They pretend to be something more
Yet, they're less than before

They'll suck you into their scam
And they don't give a damn
Yet, who are they really
To make you look silly

I didn't know, they were playing along
I felt so gullible, I was so wrong
I always thought, there was good in everyone
I was deceived, because there was none

What was I looking for?
A friend in chat, nothing more
How can it be
That it happened to me

The people online, know how to scam
I found myself, and I know who I am
Don't hold them close, if you have a dream
You'll find out, they aren't what they seem

©July 06, 2025 Bud Lemire

                        Author Note:

I am still alive, and can carry on. Just
a warning to anyone reading this. Please
be careful. There are so many scammers
out there. If they ask for money, they are
not a friend. Because you can't see them,
you don't know who they are. They can
hide behind a picture that's not them.


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To Forgive

 

By Walt Perryman

To forgive is something the bible tells us to do,
But it is hard to forgive someone that’s hurt you.

My problem is I allow hate to tear my life apart.
Hate destroys the love and peace in my heart.

I’ve asked God to help me to forget and forgive,
And when I do forgive, it improves the way I live.

So, to forgive someone can be very hard to do,
But you can forgive by asking God to help you.

So, if you want to live with peace in your heart,
Getting on your knees to pray is a good start.

© Aug 18, 2025 Walt Perryman


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Matter to Me

By Bruce Clifford

I wish you could see.
How much you matter to me.
More importantly.
You’re part of my history.

I wish we could be.
I wish you could see.
How much you matter to me.
What you truly mean to me.

Come in for a second glance.
Wish I could hold you and dance.
Oh, how I wish we could be.
You truly matter to me.

I wish we could fly.
We could touch the highest sky.
Oh, how I wish we could be.
You truly matter to me.

©7/31/25 Bruce Clifford


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Friday, August 1, 2025

Editor's Corner

 

By Mary E. Adair

August 2025

“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass
under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water,
or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”

– John Lubbock


As my grandmother used to say "If the creeks don't rise" this month's issue will be published by 1:00 PM on the first. Our usual columnists have performed admirably. Our Dublin author Mattie Lennon even included a respectful new poem commemorating the loss of a friend. His "Irish Eyes" includes some notes on Irish activities. Thomas F. O'Neill's column "Introspective" updates us on his activities since returning from his teaching career in China. He has had so many interesting experiences over the years. His work assisting Mother Teresa is a highlight period in my opinion.


Pauline Evanosky, whose column she titled "Woo Woo" was the first to get it to me. She is so good at organizing her time and writing, and still finds time to keep active as a Psychic. Another of our very busy authors is Judith Kroll with "On Trek" who also has a lovely, upbeat and compassionate page, "Writings of Life," and manages to enjoy being in an active public choir.


I'd be remiss if I left out Melinda Cohenour, our "Armchair Genealogy" writer who also is busily lining up family members to not only be active Family Tree members, but to help with recipes and techniques for "Cooking with Rod's Family," the loving tribute to her late husband. This issue features the genealogy of her own namesake, and our Great-Grandmother, Malinda Ellen Hopper Bullard.


This pic is doing double duty here showing said G-Grandmother, also known as Linnie Bullard, the Songbird of the Ozarks, made popular by Vance Randolph. The latter is mentioned as well this month in Marilyn Carnell's column "Sifoddling Along," who tells about her love of reading and how it was developed. The pic also shows our mother (holding baby moi) Lena May Joslin Carroll whose poem "There's Lots of Gold in Texas" and the poem "Three Bright Stars" by her mother Carrie E. Bullard Joslin pictured behind her are also in this August eZine.


Walt Perryman's poems for August are "How to be Happy, or Not," "Good And Bad Days," and "Every Morning When I Awake." Our song writing Bruce Clifford posted "Alone in This Hurt" and "Riding The Cloud." Bud Lemire composed the wry "B*TT Call" and "Caught in The Hayes." John I Blair's "Hug" and his "Wagon Train" illustrate his skillful versatility. The second poem is clearly nostalgic as is the "Clothesline Message" from our Mail Bag.


Continuing a reminiscing feel, the article is actually a true story from yours truly, who was ten years old that August, "Remembering VJ Day, The First One."


Thanking my Co-founder and able Webmaster is well deserved but also something done by this grateful editor constantly. His urging to keep going launched Pencilstubs and his expertise has kept it thriving. Again, you are so appreciated and loved.


Watch for us in September!


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