Adm. Nimitz – 136th Birthday & USMC Raiders

Pacific Paratrooper

Pacific War Museum, Nimitz statue

Chester W. Nimitz was born on February 24, 1885 – and today would have been his 136th birthday. The National Museum of the Pacific War is located in Fredericksburg. Texas because Nimitz grew up here and he was a major figure in the U.S. victory over Japan in WWII.

Nimitz reached the pinnacle of naval leadership when he was promoted to the 5-star rank of Fleet Admiral in late 1944. As the Commander in Chief, Pacific Ocean Area, heledmore than two million men and women, 5,000 ships and 20,000 planes in the Pacific Theater.

Adm. Nimitz at the “Old Texas Roundup”

He was known to be a congenial and accessible leader and that sailors loved and respected him. He is pictured here at the “Old Texas Roundup” speaking to his guests - sailors, soldiers and Marines who hailed from Texas. The barbeque was held on…

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The Truth be Told

Peacock Poetry

I read in a recent book about Tantra that the truth is erotic and I really love that idea! When we speak to what is really going on for us and how we really feel, we are naturally magnetic. Our real-ness allows other to see their own and this is exceptionally powerful. Last year I learned how to speak my truth on a different level and the response blew me away. What is really going on for you?

If you’d like to explore your Truth in an empowering coaching session, email me to talk further.

Truth Telling

Speaking truth empowers us

It sets our hearts in motion

What we repress devours us

Give voice to your emotion

When we play parts, we cannot grow

Our souls are in stagnation

When we let go, let our words flow

There’s healing liberation

To show up as we truly are

deep down…

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A Calming Shush ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

He stills the waves,
to a calming hush
He give His peace . . .
as storms at us rush.

He silences the seas,
to a tranquil lull
He gives us strength
when ours is dull.

He quiets the storms,
the winds He subdues
He gives us faith
when ours we lose.

He quiets the streams,
to a tranquil creek
He sends us power
when ours is weak.

He stills our souls,
to a calming shush . . .
He relieves our fear
with a soothing hush!


Psalm 107:29

He maketh the storm a calm,
so that the waves thereof are still.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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What makes a friend?

The people we choose to let into our lives leave one of the greatest impacts on our hearts. Kenzoku “眷族” is a Japanese word that loosely translates to ‘family’. However, it suggests a deeper meaning: the deepest connection of friendship. It is camaraderie, the family we choose for ourselves. The other day I was marveling over the kinds of people who have stumbled across my life. Then I came to wonder, what makes a true friend?

💜 A true friend is someone who accepts you for who you are. When you are around them, you never have to pretend to be someone you are not. They accept your flaws and love you just the way you are.

💜  A true friend is never envious. They understand that you may have to do your thing, so they do their thing, and you celebrate one another without jealousy or animosity.


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infinite loops

A Writer's Soul

The thing I cling to when all hell breaks lose,
The same that caused the hell to break in the first place,
What an odd infinite loop I find myself in,
Trapped and at home with the thing that has me going in circles,
What is it about you…?
I mean, is it addiction, or a safe haven,
Or worse, can you be both to me?
I think I’m more afraid of the answer then I’ll admit,
Love isn’t obsession,
Or is it obsession isn’t love,
I’m so unsure what your label is,
That I can’t seem to tell if your harm is filed with good intent,
Or your good is my harm to myself,
Look at myself,
Speaking in riddles, you’ve got my tongue,
Burnt and scarred,
Caressed with your poison,
I lap it up,
Clinging to you, because hell seems to have been unleashed,
And I can’t tell…

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Ray’s Of Glory ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Rays of glory,
hope’s eternal beam
open up my eyes
to new things not seen.

A new heart,
a new birth
a new heaven
a new earth.

Showers of mercy,
hope’s melody
open up my ears
to things heavenly.

A bliss eternal,
a peace ceaseless
a joy unyielding
a completeness.

Glory shines down,
mercy breaks through
giving my hope . . .
a new glorious view!


Hebrews 11:1

Now faith is the substance
of things hoped for, the
evidence of things not seen.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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#MusicandMuse – When Fear Bows- #PoetryandMusic



Whisper Memory that Breathes

through the Softest Echoes of Rhyme,

Hearts Singing like rustling leaves

Amidst the tempests of rancorous Time;

Hearken now to the Voice of of Calm

Tranquility Interposing the restless Sea,

Wordless caress of shapeless Balm

Soothing strife and calamity;

Touch the Hand of Possibility

Through the Hush that wordlessly Brings

Delicate Splendor of Intrepidity

Soaring High upon the Ethereal Wings

Of Chance
Of Courage
Of Belief that Sees

When Fear bows low
Hope’s Mystery Frees!


The Music and Muse category by Morgan shares Poetry and the Music which Inspired it.






Beautiful Original Music by Thomas Bergersen

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eyes closed

A Writer's Soul

Eyes closed,
The room is mine once again,
I begin to sway,
J jump to a beat that exists only in my head,
And I’m so carefree,
It’s amazing,
I laughing, I jump around without a care,
And smile because no knows the lyrics I’m singing,
It’s mine and mine alone,
And isn’t that something?
To have and hold the one thing that’s yours alone in this socialized world?
I’m high, drunk, hooked on something,
Because I know I can’t feel this without some kind of amplifier,
I need it,
Because I can’t know this kind of joy without a reason in todays world
Nothing is ever free now,
So I stumble as the beat skips a beat, the lyrics begin to mumble and scratch at my ears,
Eyes closed,
Its time for my daily dose,
And I’m jumping and laughing at the needle digs its way into my veins,

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