Christmas is a State of Mind

I am very pleased to announce that my poem, Christmas is a State of Mind, has been included in the Old Mountain Press Holiday Cheer Anthology. I want to thank Editor, Tom Davis, for including my poem in this anthology. You can read the poem below.

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When I think of Christmas
I am carried to that special place
hidden somewhere in the past
Christmas is a state of mind, you know
those childhood memories
packed away in boxes, like decorations
brought out to celebrate the season
Christmas is a time when a tune or a song
will open the window of my mind
to images seemingly forgotten, yet vividly clear
Music does that, you know
The song always remembers
Christmas is that feeling of reliving
school days, of pictures to color
decorations on the wall…
recalling church programs with four-line
recitations dressed up as Mary and Joseph
with the baby Jesus in a manger
and frightened shepherds and Wise Men
Christmas is a feeling of comfort and joy
being loved and appreciated
singled out and given special gifts
remembering the smiles on people’s faces
The joy of giving and receiving
is what Christmas is all about…
God’s gift of love and grace to us
is now our gift to share with others
Christmas is a state of mind
lived out every day of our life.

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You can read all of the poems in this anthology by going to Amazon Kindle at:

Holiday Cheer: A Poetry and Prose Anthology

You can also order a hardcopy at:

Liberty’s Passion

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The sight of Lady Liberty standing in New York Harbor

stirs passion in the hearts of those seeking freedom

A new life, new opportunities, escape from oppression

A welcoming symbol

Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses

yearning to breathe free…”


The cross a symbol of freedom to Christians for 2000 years

Stirs passion in the hearts of believers seeking freedom

A new life of Faith, Hope, and Love

Turning their backs on their dark past, now walking in Light

God’s Grace welcomes all…

Come unto me all who are weary and heavy laden,

and I will give you rest…”

Stamp Art: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Merril asked us to choose a historic symbol that is stamped with passion and write a poem of our choosing about it. I did this piece of stamp art a few years ago. When I did it I thought of the meaning of Freedom. One is a passion for physical freedom from oppression and religious freedom, the second, the freedom from the oppression within our souls. To me the similarities are amazing.

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Quotes from: Emma Lazarus poem on the Statue of Liberty and from the New Testament (Bible).

Things Unspoken

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Why don’t you ever talk about your childhood,” Jim asked, as he sat on the edge of the porch.
George paused for what seemed like a long moment. “It is because that is part of my life I try to forget. My mother was Shawnee Indian from a tribe in Shawnee Oklahoma, where I was born.”
In those days, the government took us Indian children and put them in a school to learn to speak English and become part of white culture. If we spoke our Shawnee language, they would punish us.”
I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night.”
How awful,” said Jim, “It must have been very sad to be separated from your parents.”
My mother passed away during that time. I didn’t even get to go to her funeral.”
So, that is why I try to forget my childhood.”

Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Lisa reminded us of the atrocities carried out against Native American Children in the US and Canada.  Children were taken from parents and put in training schools to get rid of their Indian Culture. Sadly, many of those who ran the schools were from various religious groups. There were many abuses that took place with these children. Now they have found mass graves in the US and in Canada where some of these Native American Children were buried. Seems like we will never learn!

Lisa gave us a line from a poem written by Kimberly Blaeser, called “When We Sing of Might,” which must be used in the story as it is written. The line is…   I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night.”

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The Original Recliner…

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This beautiful old chair came in to the Habitat Restore on Thursday while I was volunteering there. It had an arm post that had pulled loose which I reattached. I was amazed to see that it was not just a straight chair, but also an antique recliner. It had a very old wood and metal design mechanism that worked very well. The foot rest pulled out to adjust to the length of one’s legs. I never saw any like this before! As you can see it had some cosmetic issues with the lamination missing along the seat, but overall, it was in sound condition. 

Antique recliner

An ingenious design

The first Lazy Boy




Photos: Dwight L. Roth

What Takes You There…

When you look at a piece of art or read a poem

What grabs your attention and makes you look or listen

What takes you there… to another place and time

Is it the color, the refinement, or the spectacular?

No, what takes you there is the heart/mind connection.

The memories of places or events or people

Flow through your mind like a flash flood in Spring

Washing over you once again with those feelings;

Many long gone, yet very real in your mind.

Some take you places you don’t want to go…

To dark times long buried, yet haunting still.

Connections with the past take you there…

Allowing you to relive what will never be again;

And, for a moment in time, you are there.


Music video: YouTube

Dancing Queen

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Shimmy and shakin’
Having the time of your life
Dancing on my rail
claws digging deep
owning it
Knowing every bird watching
Will shake with fright
Hoping you will dance till night
And not take flight


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Lillian payed tribute the music group ABBA. They had only one number one hit in their career. It was the song, Dancing Queen. She asked us to take only one line from the song and us it in a poem of our choosing.  I chose the line, “Having the time of your life…”

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Royal Splendor

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Though life took its toll and age unraveled before her
She held her head high crowned with royal splendor
Containing a sweetness outlasting the superficial
Beauty from within crowning life’s aging body
Where one could draw nectar from her soul
the honey of life


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, De Jackson asked us to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words using any form of the word crowned. This is a zinnia head, from my flower garden, that has lost all its petals, yet continues to feed the bee that comes for nectar. An example for us all.

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Buy Local – (senyru)

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With spending up and the supply chain clogged at the docks, perhaps we should think about buying local this year. It would be a big help to small business in our community. Perhaps downsizing our wish list would not be such a bad thing. Maybe we could focus more on what is really important at Christmas/Hanukkah. Enjoy your family and hug the ones you love! ( and, …maybe even the ones you don’t!!) 

Shipping containers

Stacked up on the docks this year

Buy local

Photo: Dwight L. Roth