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There are times
when I arise
in the morn
and the smell
of the Sea,
wafts the air,
recalling the memories,
to the front
of my mind
of trips to
the beach;
a favorite time,
walking on sand,
wind in face,
while many of
your troubles will
disappear, when the
sounds of Seabirds,
in the salt
laden air,
removes the worries,
lets them all
pass, when the
wind dies down
and the Sea
is like glass.

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Loy • 01/14/2021 at 12:31AM • Like 1 Profile

Makes me wish I was on a warm Hawaiian beach.

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MFish • 01/14/2021 at 11:33PM • Like Profile

me also, but would take any beach at the moment. Warm is best.

Up in the morning,
before the Sunrise.
Time to go fishing,
as it is an ebb tide.
Down to the water
pole in my hand,
reliving the joy
of a younger man.
No worries or fears
of what I could do,
for I hadn't yet met
the remarkable you.

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Loy • 01/14/2021 at 12:33AM • Like 1 Profile

I can see you as a teenager! Nice poem.

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MFish • 01/14/2021 at 11:34PM • Like Profile

Thank you. I did fish a lot when I was younger.

Remembering back, in my early days of travelling, from state to state, to gauge the operational functions. Early days, where there was some travel with an expense account and a company car.
Working for a large corporation. Those days, long gone. The company no longer here.
I was the District Manager, for the Catalog Sales Division of Sears Roebuck. My area was the State of Oregon.
We lived, my wife and two children and I, in Vancouver WA. I had two stores in the immediate area. Hazel Dell and Camas. I also had stores in Oregon at St Helens, Astoria, Tillamook, Newport, North Bend, Coos Bay, Brookings, Grants Pass, Roseburg, Corvallis, Gresham, Hillsboro, The Dalles, Bend, Madras, Prineville, Hermiston, Pendleton, Ontario and Baker.
Every Monday, I would call the stores to receive sales information, sales per hour, returns and to discuss advertising or other operational issues.
Monday night or Tuesday morning. I would load my suitcase into the car and head out to one of my locations, depending on specific issues or concerns.
Our primary role in the Catalog Sales Offices, (CSO) was to sell appliances, tires batteries from our store inventory and order, soft line, aka, clothing, bedding, et al. We had commissioned sales staff who would sell cabinets, carpet, fencing and other "Big ticket" items. The function of Installed Home Improvement, or IHI that was for installation by our contractors. Our in house joke was IHI, "It's Here, Incomplete."
There were some great days with my Managers.
My goal was to make them an independent operation and to call me only if there was an issue to discuss. I would explain to them, "No Surprises." Tell me before the news hit the Regional Office. I would receive calls from my boss, on occasion, if I had approved advertising, over budget at a specific office. My mode was if I received a call from my boss was to acknowledge that I had approved and then call the offending Manager and discuss how the "No Surprises" was supposed to work.
I had great Managers, who did, for the most part, operate as Independents. I miss those days and the friendships I had made. Working at Sears was a great experience and prepared me for many jobs opportunities.

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Carl • 01/07/2021 at 04:38PM • Like 1 Profile

Nice to remember times from long ago. A lot of stories, I am sure.

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MFish • 01/07/2021 at 07:55PM • Like Profile

Thanks. Yes lots of stories. Some much shorter and quite funny, now.

Having a hard time, as I've said.
Hearing the lyrics and music in my head.
This has been going on for several days.
"Starry, starry nights," a song of life.
The tumultuous life of Vincent Van Gogh,
written and performed by Don McLean.
So many painting failures, in his early life.
A life of challenges and of strife;
Time spent in a mental institution,
when his life had too much confusion.
Starry, starry nights, he painted when he
wrestled with trying to control his sanity.
Perhaps it is now, my future destiny.

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Loy • 01/06/2021 at 09:01PM • Like 1 Profile

Van Gogh, Don McLean and you are all artists... nice poem

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MFish • 01/06/2021 at 11:11PM • Like Profile

Thank you. Wish I had the music talent and the talent of Van Gogh, the painter. Love his work

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Loy • 01/06/2021 at 11:51PM • Like 1 Profile

I do too, but also love your work ❤️

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MFish • 01/07/2021 at 05:57AM • Like Profile

Thank you.

A pain, within, has come to rest
it lies unto my left chest.
When walking on ice, be careful
for the results of falling, are painful.
I learned an new dance step
a week ago. The Costco trip;
reminded me of a two step fall.
A slight shuffle, one step is all,
it took for me, is what I said
at least I didn't hit my head.
My ribs are sore. Oh yes they are.
A painful sleep my rest did mar.
A rib belt is the treatment, you see
for which the doctor did agree.

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Loy • 01/05/2021 at 05:16PM • Like 1 Profile

Gosh - I'm sorry to learn that - it sounds painful! Are you OK?

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MFish • 01/05/2021 at 09:53PM • Like Profile

I've broken many ribs over the years and it is the same old story. Get a rib belt and try not to laugh or cough. I'm OK, just hard to sleep, but the good part is I can type in more writings. Thanks.

The journey we make
during this life,
can be short.
Do we continue on
or do we abort?

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Carl • 01/05/2021 at 09:59AM • Like 2 Profile

Mario Benedetti wrote a beautiful poem called "Don't Give up" which has been a favorite of mine. This is the translation of one of it's stanzas:

"Don't give up, please don't give way,
Even if the cold burns,
Even if fear bites,
Even if the sun sets,
And the wind goes silent,
There is still fire in your soul
There is still life in your dreams"........

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MFish • 01/05/2021 at 12:31PM • Like Profile

That is a lovely poem. Thank you for sharing. I like the free verse.

I would rise in the morning,
to play golf before, my days work
started. My friends and I could play,
nine holes before we were due
at work. I managed a small Catalog Sales Office,
for Sears Roebuck, in Prosser Washington.
I recall, there were only three of us,
but I digress.
We had a friend, who played with us
quite frequently, but on this day, he was
at work. His work flying a Crop Duster.
The plane was a modified Piper Cub.
We were on the 9th green, putting. Our friend
flew low, to "buzz" us. I recall he was low
enough for someone to put their club in the a
air and hit a wheel strut.
Great memories from those early "Golf" days
still remain. I have lost touch with too many
of my friends, from the time some 60 years ago.

Thank you Lord
for allowing me to write
of words to expound
on my actions so trite.
Thank you to Kudos'
for providing the means
to write about now
and life in my teens.

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Loy • 01/02/2021 at 05:08PM • Like 1 Profile

So happy to read your poems and stories every day. <3

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Kudos Community • 01/02/2021 at 05:59PM • Like 1 Profile

We are fortunate to have you in the Kudos Community. Thank you for sharing your inspiring stories, thoughts and humor.

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MFish • 01/02/2021 at 10:53PM • Like Profile

I do love the feedback. Thank you.

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MFish • 01/02/2021 at 10:54PM • Like Profile

Thank you. I'm the fortunate one to have such a vehicle to put forth my work.

My mind selects words, hither and yon.
You're my soul mate and you are gone,
Away from being so close to me.
Your presence is here and I see,
The loveliest vision in this broad land;
My love is yours, without a command.
Stay with me please; forever this time
For I haven't the words for this to rhyme.

When I was a young man, I purchased a
car. The car was a 1930, 2 door, Model A
Ford. It was in a friends garage, up on
blocks, with the original wooden spoked
wheels and the tires too. I made an offer
to this family friend. He sold me the car
for $100.
The first thing I did was replace the tires
and wheels, as the original tires were
cracked and wouldn't hold air.
The interior was remarkably fine. No holes
to see. The body had a few minor dents from
a small collision with some immovable object.
Very little damage to a car, older than I.
A battery had been installed in the car
but it also had a hand crank, which was still
there. The gas tank was placed in front of the
windshield and had a device in the fill cap which
showed you what the gas level was. There was
a choke and a spark retard on the steering column.
You started the car by turning on the key and pressing
a Start button, after you activated the choke to supply
fuel. The car was enjoyable to me, at an earlier life.
Now I wish I still had my car. A black, 2 door Model A Ford.

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Carl • 12/30/2020 at 11:02AM • Like 1 Profile

A first car stays for ever in our mind. Mine was a 1949 Pontiac. It was in great shape and I paid $120 for it... such a great experience.

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MFish • 12/30/2020 at 02:24PM • Like 1 Profile

Yes, it certainly is. I remember almost every thing but was puzzled when I wrote about the Retard lever and how it worked.

I stand near you,
close by your side,
as you wash your face,
at another evening tide.
A sadness now,
creeps over me,
as my thoughts
are about the reverie.
Caring for you now,
for what I see,
is an older child
with a lost memory.
I will help you,
as much as I can,
but this loss of thee,
is breaking this man.

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Loy • 12/30/2020 at 11:07AM • Like 1 Profile

So sad. Wishing you strength and fortitude ❤️

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MFish • 12/30/2020 at 02:22PM • Like Profile

Thank you, my dear friend. Every day is an adventure.

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