Poetry from Joan Beebe

A Night of Love

A star appears in the sky

And shepherds look in wonder

Again, 3 Wise Men look

And decide to follow that star.

It led them to a stable

Where they found a baby in a manger of straw

Somehow they knew they were

Looking at the Savior of the world

And they fell on their knees

To present Him with the gifts they had brought.

There was gold, frankincense and myrrh

Love for the world was born that night

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Poetry from Joan Beebe

CELEBRATING HOLIDAYS

The year flies by and all too soon,

we think of so many things we have to do.

The list is long so getting ready takes time,

The kids have their list and I have mine.

We think we will stop all the extras this year,

But suddenly find ourselves the same

As decorations appear.

We run to the mall several times a week

And walk the mall over for the items we seek.

We  promised ourselves to keep the spending lower

But we look at our checkbook and know the marketing power.

So,  sadly we try to sort  our mistakes

Balancing our checkbook, — have we got what it takes?

We promise again that next year we’ll do better

And I know what I’ll do, I’ll write myself a letter

As a reminder of the promise I’ve made

And then make my list before what I will need fades.

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Halloween poetry from Joan Beebe

A SPOOKY NIGHT

Halloween is coming,

A bewitching night, it seems.

The parents tell the children, have no fear.

And in the dark of the night, lights from some houses gleam

Inviting you to come with your pumpkin bag to fill,

so you draw near.

Of course you have to say, “Trick or Treat”.

To all the people that you meet.

Children running or some just walking but

You see ghosts, Cinderella, space men, and more

You run and hurry to the house next door.

You behold a welcome sight

Of people holding baskets of treats

And they are standing in the light.

Halloween is fun walking in the dark

And seeing ghosts and goblins running here and there,

But parents are watching and they are in their care.

Soon, the night is over and tired children slow down

Everyone is walking at a slower pace, their

Eyes are on their home with their pumpkin bag of treats.

 

Writing from Joan Beebe

PEACEFULNESS

I have often wondered how any of us in this frantic world in which we live could have moments of real peace.  The need for peace is so important to our wellbeing.  Of course it is terribly needed all over this world.  Personally, I believe there are things we can do to help us and bring that wonderful feeling of peace to our spirit.  I am thinking of a cold winter’s day, lots of blowing snow outside and we are sitting before a bright fire in our fireplace.  We have a cup of coffee or hot chocolate and we are reading a new novel that is so interesting we don’t want to put that book down.  There is another time when we are taking a walk on a perfect sunshiny day with a cool breeze blowing.  We are quiet and we hear the sounds of nature that surrounds us.  We decide to drive to the beach so we bring our chair and settle down to watch the sea gulls flitting here and there and then landing on the soft sand to beg for food.  There are sail boats far out on the lake and we watch as they seem to be floating aimlessly to nowhere.  We stay to watch the sunset with its pinks and red streaks across the sky and the light of day dims. We listen to our favorite music and find ourselves dancing around the living room.  Sometimes we find ourselves alone and we take time to say a prayer in that quiet moment.  Each person may think of their own way to allow themselves the time to enjoy some peace.  These things, in one way or another, are a way to bring peace into our hearts and we are strengthened with that peace for days to come.

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Poetry from Joan Beebe

Squeaky Things

Do you have things that squeak?

And wake you up so you have to peek.

We have floors that squeak and doors as well

Both squeak so much that I want to yell.

We have cupboard doors that squeak and, to tell the truth,

We also have teeth and bones that creak and squeak.

So to close my mind to all that din,

I go to my piano and practice a hymn.

But, wouldn’t you know as soon as I start,

The keys start squeaking and I fall apart.

I am going to take up the drums!!!

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Essay from Joan Beebe

THE ADIRONDACK MONTAINS
WHEN I GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL, MY MOM BOUGHT ME
MY FIRST CAR AND IT WAS A REALLY OLD ONE.  HOWEVER, I
WAS PLEASED AND EXCITED TO START MY DRIVING LESSONS.
NOT LONG AFTER THAT, IN THE SUMMER, MY FRIENDS AND I TOOK A TRIP TO THOSE
BEAUTIFUL MOUNTAINS.  WE WERE ABLE TO STAY AT A RUSTIC  LODGING RIGHT
ON A LAKE FOR ONLY $2.00 PER NIGHT PER PERSON.  OUR $30.00 OR $40.00 WOULD TAKE
US THROUGH A WEEKEND, BOTH PAYING FOR LODGING, GAS FOR THE CAR,
FOOD AND SOUVENIRS.  THE FEELING IN THOSE MOUNTAINS BROUGHT A SENSE
OF PEACEFULNESS AND HAPPINESS TO TRAVEL THROUGH ROADS WITH FORSTS OF PINES
AND OCCASIONALLY SEEING SOME WILDLIFE,  ESPECIALLY THE DEER.  WE COULD
SWIM IN THE COOL LAKE WATER BY THE LODGE OR TAKE THEIR ROWBOAT
AND PADDLE TO A SMALL ISLAND TO EXPLORE OR JUST SIT AND BECOME A PART OF
THE QUIET BEAUTY THAT SURROUNDED US.
ONE TIME, WE ALL WENT TO A SQUARE DANCE IN THE NEXT
SMALL TOWN AND WHAT FUN THAT WAS.  WE DANCED AND TWIRLED OUR WAY
INTO THE NIGHT AND DROVE BACK TO THE LODGE TIRED BUT HAPPY
ABOUT OUR EXCITING TIME WITH THOSE GOOD PEOPLE OF THE
MOUNTAINS.
IT WAS ALWAYS A SAD TIME WHEN WE HAD TO LEAVE TO DRIVE HOME.  HOWEVER,
WE KNEW THAT WE WOULD BE BACK AGAIN AND VERY THANKFUL THAT
WE COULD ENJOY THE BEAUTY, FUN AND WONDERS OF THE ADIRONDACKS.
IT ISN’T A SURPRISE THAT WHEN I MARRIED AND HAD CHILDREN, WE TOOK THEM TO
THOSE MOUNTAINS WHICH INCLUDED, NOT JUST THE SPECIAL FUN PLACES FOR CHILDREN, BUT
ALSO TO A DUDE RANCH SEVERAL TIMES WHERE THEY LEARNED TO RIDE A HORSE,
BONFIRES AND COOKOUTS, SWIMMING AND ENTERTAINMENT
IN THE EVENING.  SO MANY GREAT MEMORIES OF THOSE DAYS.  WE STILL,
OCCASIONALLY, WILL DRIVE AGAIN TO OUR PRECIOUS MOUNTAINS TO
ENJOY A BOAT RIDE ON THEIR SPARKLING LAKES, EXPLORE GIFT
SHOPS, EAT GOOD FOOD AND SLEEP BETTER AFTER A DAY IN THE
PURE AIR OF THE ADIRONDACKS.

 

Essay from Joan Beebe

ON STAGE

I guess my first introduction to the stage was when I was a girl scout and my role was that of the Prince’s Herald in a play called Cinderella in Flower Land.  As a 7th grader, it was a fascinating experience.
Many years ago, after graduation from high school, I was persuaded by a friend to join an amateur acting organization.  It was known at that time and chartered by the name of the Catholic Theater of Rochester but years later merged into the Blackfriars. The aim of that group, as I remember, was not only to instill an interest in the acting field but to pursue well known plays from Broadway and produce them over the New Year’s holiday at a large theater known for bringing in popular plays and musicals  The rehearsals started months ahead and were long and intense.  However, there was always someone who found something funny in a line or two and would start laughing and soon the whole caste joined in.  It was really a good stress reliever.
We had meetings every month and, at times, the director would decide to have a few people do a short workshop play.  The rest of the members would then watch and listen and critique the actors.  Of course, the director would too and he, sometimes, would interrupt to give suggestions about body language or vocal expressions, etc.  When a play was going on at the theater, we also learned about the behind the scenes work.  There would be people for props, make up, prompter, lighting and someone who stood by in the wings to make sure the actor made his/her entrance on stage at the right time.
The musicals, produced by a different organization, basically followed the same criteria which included long rehearsals for months, teaching the actors their actions and places on the stage. There would be a lot of songs to learn and, of course, everything has to be memorized.  Both for the plays and the musicals, opening night was a night full of anticipation, nerves and excitement.  At the end of the run for these plays, there would always be a caste party which was a celebration of the well- attended and good response from the public and enjoying ones- self in the knowledge that all the hard work paid off in the enjoyment of the audiences and looking forward to the next project.