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    148 of the Best-Loved Poems from the Year 2099
    148 of the Best-Loved Poems from the Year 2099
    148 of the Best-Loved Poems from the Year 2099
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    148 of the Best-Loved Poems from the Year 2099

    By Michael Jerry Tupa

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    The poetry collection of "148 of the Best-Loved Poems from the Year 2099" is based on the author's experiences, emotions, observations, hopes, dreams, disappointments, triumphs, pain, joy and faith -- faith in the innate goodness of most people, the never-ending and often subtle balancing of the scales of justice, in the eventual triumph of good and in a higher power.
    The author is well-traveled, both in terms of locations and unique experiences. From spending four years of active duty in the U.S. Marines to extended religious service in Italy (and undergoing a hospital stay and knee operation in an Italian hospital), to more than three decades as a community newspaper sportswriter in three different states 1,900 miles apart and countless other moments rubbing shoulders with the great, the common and the downtrodden, he has developed keen insight into life, love, happiness and the virtue of a calm heart.

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    PublisherMichael Jerry Tupa
    Release dateApr 21, 2018
    ISBN9781370598250
    148 of the Best-Loved Poems from the Year 2099
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    Michael Jerry Tupa

    A native Californian, I've resided in seven different states -- spread out from California to South Carolina -- as well as in Italy and stint in Japan (U.S. Marines).For more than 30 years I've worked as a newspaper journalist -- mostl of that time as a sports writer, although I also garnered significant experience as a police/courts beat reporter.More than three dozen of my poems have appeared in several different literary journals; I've also self-published four volumes of poetry/short stories. Some of my most cherished honors/accomplishments/opportunities is being the sports editor of a sports section twice named by the Oklahoma Press Association as the sports section of the year in our circulation division, receiving an honorable discharge from the Marines following four years of active duty, earning a Bachelor of Arts degree from Weber State, living nearly two years in Italy (church service) among the Italians and learning the language, interviewing a Native American U.S. Olympic champion, receiving the Joseph Orengo Annual Award for sportsmanship and sports contributions in Oroville, Calif.I've also won my age division (25-29) at a 5K run road race in Memphis, Tenn.; shook Ronald Reagan's hand in 1990; interviewed numerous pro and high-level college athletes, including at least two former Heisman Trophy winners (Archie Griffin and Jason White); written a full-length history of American Legion Baseball in Bartlesville, Okla.; and enjoyed numerous other once-in-a-lifetime opportunities to interview some of sports' most significant personalities from the past half-century.

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      148 of the Best-Loved Poems from the Year 2099 - Michael Jerry Tupa

      148 of the BEST-LOVED Poems from the Year 2099

      By Michael Jerry Tupa

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      Copyright 2018 Michael Jerry Tupa

      (Note: Several of these works were registered individually or collectively from 2003-11 with the U.S. Copyright Office)

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      Table of Contents

      FROM THE CHEAP SEATS

      Flapping Edges

      Blueberry Grace

      Riptide

      I Fly, Therefore I Can

      Molten

      Eyes Reach Higher Than Arms

      Fibers Of Night

      Free Flow

      Blue For Gray

      Ode to glory

      Bubble Time

      Next Hill

      Band d’Oro

      Clouds Like A Mountain

      Dance In West

      The Torch

      Newton’s gig

      SOME LEGACIES NEVER RUST

      Calm Stirrings

      Second Generation

      Destiny

      HEARTS & POWERS

      The Hole

      Drips Like Gold

      Golden Calm

      Thoughts On A School Bus

      Long Highway

      Freedom Of The Press

      The Hard Way

      Abraham

      Final Play

      Tumbleweed Justice

      Enduring Smoke

      Serene Harvest

      The Stand

      ECHOES Of QUIET

      Evening News

      Rustling Curtains

      Dark Forest

      Quiet Dreams

      I Hear Trees Talk

      Second Helping

      Gravity Wins At Last

      Paint Brush

      Thaw

      Frosty Fangs

      Trees are stubborn things

      Minds Of Their Own

      Golden Splinters

      Stubborn Hope

      Golden Dream

      Grief’s Whisper

      Twice Kissed

      Standing In Motion

      TIDES OF THE HEART

      Satin Quiet

      The Moon Belongs to Everyone but Me

      Sweet Tide

      No Love Song

      Cake Batter

      Color Is Love

      Unknown to Julie

      Jessie

      To An Unknown One

      Abe and Mary

      Not All That Floats is Vain

      Shore’s Edge

      No May Flowers

      Bright Missing

      Awakening

      Sculptor Of The Heart

      A Heaven Apart

      Harvest In Thought Only

      Where did the Warmth Go?

      Stashed

      No Funeral Rites

      Autumn Leaf

      PROGRESS IS SHOVELS

      Turn of the Blade

      In Dust Something Is Lost

      Autumn Dreams

      MORNING & MORNING

      Dawn Burst

      Yesterday’s Woe

      Blue of Dark

      Abraham’s Lament

      Called It A Morning

      When It Is Morn

      Never Was

      The Clock

      Memory Be Quiet

      Silver Carpet

      Legacy’s Psalm

      SIGHT BEYOND

      Silky Flight

      Signposts

      Celestial Dust

      Some Treasures Can Not Be Mined

      PLACES & FACES

      Starfish In Neon

      Eureka

      Lombard Glory

      Edge Of Sideways

      Back in Front

      Steps

      Children Of Yesterday

      Circles

      July Comes Only Once

      Rusty Nails

      Frozen Shade

      Ashes

      Second Wind

      No Second Helping

      Eyes Hear It All

      Rippling Ridges

      TIDES OF THE SOUL

      Fruits

      Coin On The Edge

      Rugged Divine

      Wonders-full

      Surge

      Sapphire Mile

      Spark of Eternity

      Two-Way Stop

      Heaven’s Edge

      Clear Vision

      Family Tune

      Blessed Day

      A Daughter Of Jerusalem

      Barabbas

      Centurion

      Joseph of Arimathea

      Malefactor Left

      Malefactor Right

      Pilate

      Roman Soldier

      Simon

      Core

      ENDS & ODDS

      Whispered Notion

      To The Dogs

      Coo

      Hairy

      Fangsgiving

      Corridor

      Can An Ant See The Stars

      Wisps

      Weight Loss

      Tears Are Its Business

      What Does The Rose Think?

      Mute in Stereo

      All There is

      Hello

      Tick Tock

      Mists

      Enduring flowers

      Prime Time

      Today

      FROM THE CHEAP SEATS

      Flapping Edges

      — by Michael Jerry Tupa

      Two agitated streams

      quarrel over a lonely rock,

      stranded in the river’s fork,

      knowing not which way to go,

      while the billowing lampshade

      of yellow dusk

      filters the glowing sky.

      Day’s almost gone.

      Dark’s spreading peace

      calms churning clouds.

      Sun’s yellow-brown fingers,

      crease the western horizon.

      Time is carried away

      on white-tipped wings

      as a lonely bird

      flees the flapping edges

      of falling night.

      (First appeared in the Spring 2009 issue of Wilderness House Literary Review)

      Blueberry Grace

      — by Michael Jerry Tupa

      He lies on his back,

      stretches his arms heavenward,

      he plucks a cloud,

      out of the blueberry sky; drops it in his mouth,

      it tastes like frosty cotton candy.

      The sun dawdles by, languishing

      like a lonely caterpillar

      dreaming of future wings.

      He sighs and he smiles

      as a bumble bee

      licks his face.

      He melts into the summer soil,

      his essence seeping

      into the worm holes and surface cracks,

      until all that remains

      is a smoldering heap of emotions

      and flickering sensations.

      The earth and he are one,

      his soul’s song blends with the sonorous breeze,

      a melody which stirs the trees.

      And, he thanks God and prays

      that he always may remember

      this blessed, unending day,

      when a lazy May afternoon

      gave way to grace

      when he felt nature’s full embrace,

      when his heart roamed free,

      an unending epiphany,

      the day the bumble bee

      licked his face.

      (First appeared in the Spring 2015 issue of Halcyon)

      Riptide

      — by Michael Jerry Tupa

      A wave of applause

      drenches the performer,

      a riptide of adoration,

      which sweeps his

      ego out to see.

      I Fly, Therefore I Can

      — by Michael Jerry Tupa

      I hear an eagle’s thought

      from a mile away,

      while she unties the knot

      of gravity’s sway.

      She soars to dizzying height,

      past a gloomy mountain peak

      a stepping stone to trackless flight;

      awed, she feels no need to speak.

      Fields of clouds, like twisted crops,

      try to hedge her wind-crossed course

      unperturbed, she nods and drops,

      giving way to nature’s force.

      Swooping like a rainbow’s arc,

      she suddenly thinks of home,

      curves away from grasping dark,

      and sails on dusk’s misty foam,

      nearing a familiar crag,

      where an undisturbed nest awaits,

      she circles in one last drag,

      and, with a flutter of grace,

      disappears from prying eyes,

      bedded down, I suppose, for night.

      I head home, soaked by rainy skies,

      to dream

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