First Poem Published

I’d like to offer a special word of thanks to Gabriela Marie Milton. She’s a wonderful poet and I encourage you to visit her site and read her work. She’s also the Editor at MasticadoresUSA, featuring both poetry and short stories, where this morning I had my first poem published. So, stop by for a visit when you can to enjoy this creative web site!


Two Hearts

She found her heart one day beneath an old sweater
That was lost in the attic of her yesteryear
Collecting dust of memories long forgotten
She took it back for want of love that she found pure

Across the sea
4000 miles
Another heart did beat

In a young man
Whose love for her
Would make their lives complete

Together they would rule the world
Two hearts, one love entwined
To share this blessing they have found
Heaven on earth, defined

Holding hands in the park
sipping wine after dark
They were married last spring

Now, they live happily by the ocean in a unique home which he built out of several shipping containers. She’s a thriving romance novelist, writing from her office which opens to a courtyard garden, in the center of their house. Together, they share stories in real time – a day in the lives of two dreamers who took a chance to embrace true love.

© 2021 Phil Perkins


PHOTO CREDIT: modified photo from unsplash.com.

A Precious Soul

Calmly pouring a dab of sugar-water into her hand, I watched as she positioned it under a ray of morning sunlight.

It glistened as I listened to the sound of a faint fluttering, slowly growing stronger.

Soon, a hummingbird appeared, pausing briefly to glance my way before proceeding to drink from her palm, thirsty and trusting.

From a precious soul, precious love emanated from her eyes in sharing and caring for this small, delicate creature.

I’d never seen a bird smile before that day, and I’ll always treasure the beauty in her eyes – a joy in my heart.

© 2021 Phil Perkins


PHOTO CREDIT: modified photo from unsplash.com.

A Lesson About Friendship

Many moons ago, my father shared this short story with me. I’m not sure where he found it, or who wrote it. But, I’ve always considered it to be an inspiring lesson about friendship, and so I thought I’d share it with you.


Just up the road from my house is a field with two horses in it. From a distance each looks like every other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing. Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him. This alone is amazing.

If nearby and listening, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to her halter is a small bell. It lets her blind friend know where she is, so he can follow her.

As you stand and watch these two friends, you’ll see how she is always checking on him, and that he will listen for her bell then slowly walk to where she is, trusting that she will not lead him astray. When she returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, she stops occasionally and looks back, making sure that her friend isn’t too far behind to hear the bell.

Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges. He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need. Sometimes, we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others see.

Good friends are like this…you don’t always see them, but you know they are always there.

Please listen for my bell and I’ll listen for yours.

Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

Author Unknown

Short Story: She’s A Dream

Based on a recent comment I made on the web site of a friend, I wrote this short story this morning. Entitled, She’s A Dream, I hope that you’ll enjoy reading it.


I rested on a tropical sandy cay, comfortable in a low seat with my bare feet in warm, shallow water. Small waves carried the tranquil and continuous rhythm of ocean currents on shore, breaking into sand and drowning in retreat.

With a cooling but mild summer breeze rustling palm fronds through the trees on shore behind me, I dreamed I heard a British woman from the past – Clementine – sounding a conch shell from a hillside in the distance.

I was at peace as the sun grew old, slowly dropping from the sky, setting colors of gold, orange and peach in brilliant illumination across scattered clouds on the horizon. Then, on the edge of time, sunlight refracted through a level plane in the ocean, casting a bright, blinding green flash!

Moments passed into minutes, until my sight returned. And, then I saw her – the silhouette of a beautiful woman slowly walking along the shoreline in my direction. Long, flowing hair wafting on thermals, hips swaying slightly with each casual step, I could tell that she wasn’t very tall, and watched closely as she approached.

She was barefoot with a lovely figure, suntanned, wearing a bikini top and fishnet skirt, and also wore a small diamond piercing on her nose. Immediately, I was drawn to the most beautiful pair of brown eyes I’d ever seen…she was a goddess!

I was captured by a vision of her beauty, when suddenly she spoke –

Hello my dear friend, Phil. How are you today?

What?! I’d never seen this woman before – though very much wish that I had. Who was she? I was on a remote tropical island in the Caribbean… At that moment, a small coconut detached from a palm tree, dropping on my head and knocking me to the ground.

When later I regained my senses, I was alone and realized that she was only a dream.

© 2021 Phil Perkins

Modified header photo from unsplash.com.

Believe It Or Not

I once lived in Holland, Michigan, where, one summer’s day, a friend – Brooks Besjovec – asked if I’d like to see some…

Red Chinese Bats?

It wasn’t far, he said, located just off of Ottawa Beach Road along the north shore of Lake Macatawa, so I skeptically agreed and the journey ensued.

It was late afternoon when we arrived. We parked along the side of a road near a local wind-surfing shop which I was familiar with, and my friend pointed across the yard of a nearby house. There, roughly four feet off of the ground, I could see a large rectangular-shaped wooden box anchored between two trees.

As we approached, Brooks cautioned me not to startle the bats, to approach the cage slowly, quietly. In so doing, I could see that the top of the cage was open, covered only with chicken wire.

A painted sign attached to the cage read, “Chinese Bats”, and, as I peered inside, I could see that my friend had indeed been telling the truth; there before my eyes were two red plastic wiffle ball bats – a.k.a., toy baseball bats (Made In China).


Modified photo from unsplash.com.

Lens of A Camera

Once upon a time, I observed that the photographs taken with my camera weren’t developing as well as I had expected. So, I carefully removed the lens for a closer look inside. There, emanating from a distance point, I observed distorted clusters of blue and red colors cast along a series of disjointed metallic rings.

Well, not really. I merely needed an introduction prior to requesting that you please visit my galleries at Pixels and Redbubble. This design is featured on some wonderful products which I know you’ll enjoy!!!

Old Basketball Hoop

It had been a while since I played basketball, and I’d been thinking of it lately. My under-inflated ball was stored inside of a box in the garage, not far from an air pump. Shorts, t-shirt, shoes, air in the ball – I was ready.

The basketball hoop where I used to shoot wasn’t far, and so I practiced dribbling along the way. When I arrived, I took a moment to review the situation, and then remembered that I had a good book at home which I was planning to read.

Game over.

An Irish Riddle

The Question

Can you cite an example of a sentence which uses the word “and” five times in a row, consecutively?

The Story

Outside of Dublin, Ireland, there once was a pub known as the “Bear And Boar”. One morning after a powerful storm, the sign from the establishment had been broken and was scattered in shambles across the ground. The proprietor discovered the damage and set about to make repairs.

Later, a patron wandered by and was greeted by the owner. “Good day, Finnegan. How do you like our new sign?” Finnegan studied the sign for some time, and then responded as follows…

The Answer

I like the sign, fine. However, if it had been up to me, I would have left more spacing on the sign between the words “Bear” and “And”, and “And” and “Boar”.

Author unknown.