I was born in Port Arthur Texas USA in 1947. I lived in Port Arthur the first four years of my life with very sketchy details just glimpses of my childhood is all that remains.
We moved to New Iberia Louisiana for several years we lived in my mother's hometown I remember my father going to California to find work. I was scarcely prepared for what I was to endure in the first grade. It seems to me that is where my life began for I was sitting in a classroom filled with other children that were cognizant of what the teacher was trying to teach, but as for me, I had no idea why I was sitting there. I must have learned something because I was promoted to the second grade (get rid of this kid) a phrase often heard or thought would run through my head for the next three years. At the completion of first grade we moved to Southern California until the completion of my sophomore year of high school and returned to Louisiana living in Loreauville a small village town 6 miles east of New Iberia.I finished my last two years of high school and joined the Navy.
After active duty I attended a vocational technical school where I received my diploma as an electronics technician. I worked in the consumer industry for 20 years and then in industrial electronics industry for 18 years.
At age 62 I was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease unable to work because of the medications and pain of constantly shaking for four years. Recently I went through a surgery to have a neurotransmitter implanted in my chest with wires leading to my brain to calm tremors of my right side and it will be an ongoing therapy for the rest of my life. I began writing commentaries on Bible scriptures that has inspired me.
After four years of writing commentaries I was becoming a little bit to critical would not my Lord be better pleased if I wrote them in the form of prose instead of criticism, would not He be better served with poetry. For that I often pray that he gives me something to say to put life back into the light from the darkness from which it came.
Terrance Tracy
It tickles my bones
and pickles my tones
to hear dogs bark
is to hear bogs dark.
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When I was younger hopes and dreams came into view, soon to vanish with the setting of the sun only to replay a surreal fantasy the next day.
Exuberance of youth unbridled hopes and shackled dreams, desires of flesh chased each day.
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'In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.'
Perfection with beauty a world he did create for humanity to appreciate; a place of no vexation of soul that was his mold.
But then that which was perfect went another direction because of indiscretion there exists aggression from the watchers that calls for insurrection of God's perfect creation.
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The Evergreen, Maple, and Oak trees show their beauty of greenery; offering shade for poetic inspiration if you walk through the open door.
The sound of various birds distinct and clear singing songs to be heard through the open door.
A gentle breeze plays a tune through the leaves of the trees put one's soul at ease for worthy meditation when you walk through the open door.
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