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Saturday, February 2, 2019

Reagan's Rain Boots


Reagan’s Rain Boots

Tap, tap, tap!
A steady drumbeat
on the tin roof.
Orange rain boots
splash, splash, splashing
through the mud puddles.
Cute little girl,
blonde curls flying,
parading in orange boots.
Raindrops tapping
the red-plank house,
a princess wearing rain boots.

-Brenda Kay Ledford
 United States

Submission Guidelines and Subscription Information

(A Bi-Monthly Email Poetry Publication Open To Everyone 12 Years & Up)

Publication Months
January/February
March/April
May/June
July/August
September/October
November/December

(Deadline is the 5th of the preceding month.  Ex: If submitting for the publication month of
March/April, then your submission should be in by the 5th of February)

Poems are accepted free of charge for this publication.  Unfortunately, we are unable to provide
complimentary copies or any other compensation at this time as this is a small publication.
Email Yearly Subscription is $10.00.  Individual print copies are $4.00.  Individual contributor print copies are $3.00.  Also, because the yearly email subscription is sent via email attachment in PDF, your computer must be able to download, open and view PDF files.

We are seeking poems 20 lines or less and should either be spiritual in context (including lifting up the name of Jesus) or be of a positive nature or both.  Other poetry genres accepted are as follows: haiku, nature, children’s, love, short verse, family, and the like.

No more than one poem per issue unless prior permission has been given.  The editor reserves the right to reject any poem deemed unsuitable for this publication.  We also reserve the right to correct simple grammatical errors.  Any other changes deemed appropriate, the author will be contacted for approval.   Author (creator of the poem) retains all rights to his / her work.  *If the poem is created by more than one author, each author must sign it.  

We cannot stress this enough, if sending by postal mail please include a SASE (Self Addressed Stamped Envelope) with each and every submission. Also, a SASE ensures a response.  E-MAIL Submissions are preferred via attachment in Microsoft Word format or within the body of the text.

Subscriptions are for the Email Publication Only.
~Creative Inspirations~ is a division of To God be the Glory! Publications, so please make check or money order out to To God be the Glory! Publications 


To God be the Glory! Publications  Attn: Poetry Submission  P.O. 19051  Kalamazoo, MI 49019

creativeinspirations01@gmail.com  
www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com

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Because We Dreamed It

A Testimony Of Healing – Nila J. Webster

Because We Dreamed It


Recently, a journalist asked my opinion on the best way for doctors to break bad
news to patients.  I knew she was asking because I have terminal cancer.
Honestly, I loved the question.  The topic could not be more important.

Now that I’m approaching the fifth year anniversary of my diagnosis, I realize more
than ever that any news, either good or bad, is a golden opportunity to get to shine
our light.  When I learned I had stage IV incurable cancer, I thought of my mother,
jani johe webster.  When I was young, she would read me fairy tales of maidens
going into forests, meeting otherworldly creatures, and after many trials,
prevailing.  Why couldn’t my diagnosis be such a fairy tale?  Why, instead of doom
and gloom, couldn’t I be that maiden, going into the forest not with a sense of
dread, but with a sense of wonder?

Thanks to my magical mother and all those stories at bedtime, I was open to
seeing my cancer journey as a fairy tale.

I learned to reframe the trials of treatment.  Knowing death could happen at any
moment, I had a chance to prepare my will in a calm fashion.  Losing my hair was
an opportunity to see myself in a new light, like a monk who shaves his head in
honor of the spiritual path.  The catheter needed to drain fluid from my lung
became an instrument through which I would envision the cancer leaving my body.
The skin rash that ravaged my face became my red badge of courage.  Later, I
discovered a hidden secret:  the rash is actually a medical blessing, in that it is a
sign that the chemotherapy is working.  That was something the oncologists hadn’t
told me.

Ah, the oncologists.  As hard as I tried, I was not their favorite patient.  I asked too
many questions and was way too hopeful.  That I felt I could do something in
conjunction with chemotherapy to help my situation was a continual source of
irritation to them.  Three oncologists advised me to a different hospital.  Although I
stayed for almost five years, I eventually saw the wisdom in leaving the Cancer
Center.  They were not interested in hoping with me, or sharing a dream of the
best possible outcome.  Like any good fairy tale maiden, I continue to send them
sprinkles of rainbow light.

The fairy tale of my cancer is that this diagnosis has helped me realize who I am
and how I approach life itself:  as an incredible, indescribable gift, with joy and
sparkles, sky-jewels and shimmering pathways that lead to untold-of treasures.
Although the kingdom of Oncology was not a place I could stay, I have found
doctors who are willing to believe with me against all odds, and who envision with
me a path of continued wellness.  These doctors are like the kind fairy godmothers
we all love from the stories of old:  those who will work to grant us our wishes and
to dream our dreams with us, right into reality.

I think back to the journalist’s question and the whole idea that our lives can be
likened to fairy tales that can surpass our wildest imaginings.  Given this
perspective, there really is no bad news.  There are only golden opportunities to
envision the best, including a peaceful death and transition to what lies ahead.

My beloved mother wrote a poem that ends with the lines “because we dreamed it
/ it came true.”  For those willing to dream with me the very best, I am forever
grateful.  I am right there, dreaming too:  the dream of making our planet and our
lives more beautiful with every single step.


Nila J. Webster is the author of The Gift of You, The Gift of Me and several other
children’s books.  Since her diagnosis, she has donated over 57,000 of her books
to school children and pediatric patients around the world.  If you know of schools
or hospitals that might like to receive Nila’s books as a gift for the children they
serve, please contact Nila at nila.webster33@gmail.com.

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Stop & Shop Lot, 12/21


Stop & Shop Lot, 12/21

enrobed in red
Master Sergeant in the Salvation Army,
stood not at attention, but in command
graceful as a rugged, humble maple

paced with purpose
near his bucket of benevolence
singing spirituals, strong and clear

we don’t hear that enough
we don’t do that enough
glory of the Lord
comfort the children and the desolate

people paused grocery-store journeys
and parted with a few dollars

Master Sergeant greeted all,
picked up notes he dropped
to wish well,
sang on

I saw the gray and white noonday shoppers
soured and twisted faces
look down their noses –
those exposed to Jim Crow’s
poison

my heart is colder than his…
I viewed them with disgust
their lack of respect
refusal to SEE

the Master Sergeant?
his love and praise
rang out regardless –
beyond any mortal’s opinion

man, was he Christmas spirit

-Douglas S. Malan
 United States

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Our Ever-Changing World


Our Ever-Changing World

Our ever-changing world,
Things aren’t what they used to be,
Even the weather has taken a turn for the worst,
Nothing is easy to understand,
Who is the leader of the band?
It’s a world of too many Chiefs,
And not enough Indians,
A world where everyone is on their i-phone,
Nobody looks up to smell the roses anymore,
Everyone’s eyes and nose are buried in a screen,
No one has time to read a book anymore
Or even a newspaper or magazine,
Whatever happened to the land-line phone?
Everyone uses their cell phone,
Gone are the days when people said thank you and please,
They don’t even say “God bless you!” if you sneeze,
Used to be we had great singers,
But now the radio waves bring us people who simply cannot sing,
They say the same lyrics over and over,
With the same melody over and over,
You can’t tell one song from the other,
The great singers of yesteryear like
Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Andy Williams, Perry Como, Robert Goulet, Lou Rawls, Johnny Cash
Are with the angels now,
Singing for St. Peter and his Heavenly Gang,
Yes, the world is no longer
What it used to be,
Say a prayer, sing a song,
And try to just go along.


Celine Rose Mariotti
United States


Submission Guidelines and Subscription Information

(A Bi-Monthly Email Poetry Publication Open To Everyone 12 Years & Up)

Publication Months
January/February
March/April
May/June
July/August
September/October
November/December

(Deadline is the 5th of the preceding month.  Ex: If submitting for the publication month of
March/April, then your submission should be in by the 5th of February)

Poems are accepted free of charge for this publication.  Unfortunately, we are unable to provide
complimentary copies or any other compensation at this time as this is a small publication.
Email Yearly Subscription is $10.00.  Individual print copies are $4.00.  Individual contributor print copies are $3.00.  Also, because the yearly email subscription is sent via email attachment in PDF, your computer must be able to download, open and view PDF files.

We are seeking poems 20 lines or less and should either be spiritual in context (including lifting up the name of Jesus) or be of a positive nature or both.  Other poetry genres accepted are as follows: haiku, nature, children’s, love, short verse, family, and the like.

No more than one poem per issue unless prior permission has been given.  The editor reserves the right to reject any poem deemed unsuitable for this publication.  We also reserve the right to correct simple grammatical errors.  Any other changes deemed appropriate, the author will be contacted for approval.   Author (creator of the poem) retains all rights to his / her work.  *If the poem is created by more than one author, each author must sign it.  

We cannot stress this enough, if sending by postal mail please include a SASE (Self Addressed Stamped Envelope) with each and every submission. Also, a SASE ensures a response.  E-MAIL Submissions are preferred via attachment in Microsoft Word format or within the body of the text.

Subscriptions are for the Email Publication Only.
~Creative Inspirations~ is a division of To God be the Glory! Publications, so please make check or money order out to To God be the Glory! Publications 


To God be the Glory! Publications  Attn: Poetry Submission  P.O. 19051  Kalamazoo, MI 49019

creativeinspirations01@gmail.com  
www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com

******************************

Please copy and print out the following subscription information and mail to the address provided, if you would like to subscribe or purchase copies of Creative Inspirations, or I can email or postal mail you a copy of the subscription information.



Creative Inspirations Email Poetry Publication*                    Date: _______________
          (Subscription Information)

Yearly (Bi-Monthly = 6 issues):  $10.00 ___ (this is for the email subscription only)

*Please be advised that for the Email Subscription, your computer will need to be able to download, open, and view PDF files via email attachment, which most computers are able to do.

Print Version - Per Individual Copy
           (check one)

Contributor Copy:        $3.00 (U.S.) ___        $5.00 (Canada) ___        $7.00 (Foreign) ___

Single Issue:                 $4.00 (U.S.) ___        $6.00 (Canada) ___     $8.00 (Foreign) ___

Name:                      _______________________________________________
Address:                  _______________________________________________
Phone (optional):     _______________________________________________
Email:                       _______________________________________________

To God be the Glory! Publications   P.O. Box 19051  Kalamazoo, MI 49019
creativeinspirations01@gmail.com 
www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com 

Please make check or money order out to: To God be the Glory! Public

Nila J. Webster - A Testimony of Healing

A Testimony Of Healing – Nila J. Webster

Because We Dreamed It


Recently, a journalist asked my opinion on the best way for doctors to break bad
news to patients.  I knew she was asking because I have terminal cancer.
Honestly, I loved the question.  The topic could not be more important.

Now that I’m approaching the fifth year anniversary of my diagnosis, I realize more
than ever that any news, either good or bad, is a golden opportunity to get to shine
our light.  When I learned I had stage IV incurable cancer, I thought of my mother,
jani johe webster.  When I was young, she would read me fairy tales of maidens
going into forests, meeting otherworldly creatures, and after many trials,
prevailing.  Why couldn’t my diagnosis be such a fairy tale?  Why, instead of doom
and gloom, couldn’t I be that maiden, going into the forest not with a sense of
dread, but with a sense of wonder?

Thanks to my magical mother and all those stories at bedtime, I was open to
seeing my cancer journey as a fairy tale.

I learned to reframe the trials of treatment.  Knowing death could happen at any
moment, I had a chance to prepare my will in a calm fashion.  Losing my hair was
an opportunity to see myself in a new light, like a monk who shaves his head in
honor of the spiritual path.  The catheter needed to drain fluid from my lung
became an instrument through which I would envision the cancer leaving my body.
The skin rash that ravaged my face became my red badge of courage.  Later, I
discovered a hidden secret:  the rash is actually a medical blessing, in that it is a
sign that the chemotherapy is working.  That was something the oncologists hadn’t
told me.

Ah, the oncologists.  As hard as I tried, I was not their favorite patient.  I asked too
many questions and was way too hopeful.  That I felt I could do something in
conjunction with chemotherapy to help my situation was a continual source of
irritation to them.  Three oncologists advised me to a different hospital.  Although I
stayed for almost five years, I eventually saw the wisdom in leaving the Cancer
Center.  They were not interested in hoping with me, or sharing a dream of the
best possible outcome.  Like any good fairy tale maiden, I continue to send them
sprinkles of rainbow light.

The fairy tale of my cancer is that this diagnosis has helped me realize who I am
and how I approach life itself:  as an incredible, indescribable gift, with joy and
sparkles, sky-jewels and shimmering pathways that lead to untold-of treasures.
Although the kingdom of Oncology was not a place I could stay, I have found
doctors who are willing to believe with me against all odds, and who envision with
me a path of continued wellness.  These doctors are like the kind fairy godmothers
we all love from the stories of old:  those who will work to grant us our wishes and
to dream our dreams with us, right into reality.

I think back to the journalist’s question and the whole idea that our lives can be
likened to fairy tales that can surpass our wildest imaginings.  Given this
perspective, there really is no bad news.  There are only golden opportunities to
envision the best, including a peaceful death and transition to what lies ahead.

My beloved mother wrote a poem that ends with the lines “because we dreamed it
/ it came true.”  For those willing to dream with me the very best, I am forever
grateful.  I am right there, dreaming too:  the dream of making our planet and our
lives more beautiful with every single step.


Nila J. Webster is the author of The Gift of You, The Gift of Me and several other
children’s books.  Since her diagnosis, she has donated over 57,000 of her books
to school children and pediatric patients around the world.  If you know of schools
or hospitals that might like to receive Nila’s books as a gift for the children they
serve, please contact Nila at nila.webster33@gmail.com.