A Collection of Short Stories and Poems

Stephen Dillon

Description

This book was written for my mother, Louann Goodnight Dillon. She has encouraged me to try new things my whole life, like writing this book. It is a collection of poems and short stories from different parts of my life experience.

Sujets

• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 20 juin 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781543432039
• Langue: English

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A COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES AND POEMS
STEPHEN DILLON

Copyright © 2017 by Stephen Dillon.
 
ISBN:
Softcover
978-1-5434-3202-2

eBook
978-1-5434-3203-9
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 
Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
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Rev. date: 08/31/2022
 
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1GETTING STARTED/ CENTERING
AFFIRMATION
CHAPTER 2POEMS
AGING
ALONE AT LAST!
BLACK HAWK
CAT ON MY LAP
DIE RIGI
FREEDOM
IF I HAVE TO
INDIAN SHAMAN
KING CROW
LADYBUG
“NOW AND THEN” ON THE BEACH AT ANNA MARIA ISLAND
ON THE BEACH AT BEAN’S POINT ON ANNA MARIA ISLAND
RED-BUD TREE
ROUGH MORNING
WHAT IS IT ABOUT FALL?
WHILE FLOATING IN THE LAKE
CHAPTER 3GROWING UP
CUB SCOUTS
PLAYING MY GUITAR
THE COTTAGE
CULVER
THE FIRE
DILLON HARDWARE STORE
GOODNIGHT’S DRUG STORE
TRIP TO MICHIGAN
SPORTS
MOTORCYCLES
CHAPTER 4DAD
DAD
FISHING WITH DAD
BOAT TRIP
DAD DIED ON LINCOLN’S BIRTHDAY
CHAPTER 5CHESTERFIELD
HEALING CLASS
AN INTRODUCTION TO THE SÉANCE ROOM
THE GREAT MOUND
CHAPTER 6DOG-WALKING
MORNING WALK
WALK IN THE WOODS ON THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING
DOGS
CHAPTER 7MISCELLANEOUS
DRIVING TO WORK
WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
NEW IN TOWN
HOT-AIR BALLOON RIDE
ELECTION 2016
CHAPTER 8JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL
FAMOUS QUOTES FROM JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL
MORE FAMOUS QUOTES FROM JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL
“A STANZA ON FREEDOM”
CHAPTER ONE
GETTING STARTED/ CENTERING

A MOMENT OF PERSONAL DEDICATION
“Lord, help me to be such a master of myself, that I can truly be the servant of all other people. Take my mind, and think through it. Take my mouth, and speak through it. And take my heart, and set it on fire.” Amen
Rev. Chuck Armstrong
DIVINE CIRCLE OF LOVE AND PROTECTION
“God, please put your divine circle of love and protection around me and my body. Please fill this circle with the white light of peace, the blue light of healing, and the clear red light of energy. Please allow that only good people and things (vibrations) may enter this circle of love and protection.” Thank-you in the name of love. Amen
Rev. Phyllis Dee Harrison
AFFIRMATION
I love and accept myself, just the way I am. I approve of myself. I am forever young in spirit. There is time and space for everything I want to do. There are endless ways to do and see things. I lovingly release others to their own lessons. (Visualize them, send them love and gratitude.) I lovingly care for myself. I move with ease through life. As I release the past, the fresh and vital enter. I allow life to flow through me. I learn from and release all that is unlike love. I choose to allow that all my experiences are joyous and my thinking is centered and calm.
CHAPTER TWO
POEMS
AGING
I looked in the mirror this morning.
An old man looked back at me.
 
I saw a familiar face in the mirror this morning.
My father looked back at me.
 
I stared at the fellow in the mirror this morning.
He was bald, wrinkled, older than me.
 
I couldn’t stop looking in the mirror this morning.
I recognized the face, it’s ME!
 
I turned away from the mirror this morning.
The old man went with me.
ALONE AT LAST!
Always with me, on my back.
In my hair, top-to-bottom.
What a bother, what a weight.
Albatross around my neck.
Heavy stones, concrete blocks.
Iron chains, steely totem.
Can hardly move my feet at all.
Mentally exhausted, physical wreck.
Please let me go, be free at last.
No more burdens of the past.
Each day is new, a gift indeed.
A start again with joy and hope.
Shake loose the chains and
Stones that bind me fast.
I am light and free-alone at last.
Able to finally cope.
BLACK HAWK
Black Hawk flying in the bright sunshine. Strong wings lift the magnificent bird higher and higher. Soaring now, without effort, riding the currents.
What does he see from way up in the sky? Can he see me, down on the ground far below? Does he know how much I respect and admire him? Does he know how much I wish I could fly too?
Black Hawk is showing the people how to live. Flying freely, and yet, with purpose. Strong, brave, and fearless. Trusting in God and in nature. Why worry? All is in divine order. All is good-----for hawks and man.
Sometimes I dream… I am Blackhawk, gliding over the fields and meadows. I can feel the power of the wind under my wings and the heat of the sun on my back. I am one with nature and an expression of God’s love and beauty.
CAT ON MY LAP
Why is it that whenever
I read or write poetry, I have
A cat---- on top of me,
Purring and nuzzling me
Until I pet him or her?
Maybe, it is because a cat
Is poetry.
DIE RIGI
Beautiful mountain, on a clear lake
From a distance looks gentle,
But up close, a lot to take.
 
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