Tom Zart’s Shepherds of Life 358 Poems By Most Published Poet On The Web
Shepherds of Life
Shepherds of Life is for all ages a special collection of thoughts, history, and human emotion. Its stories are easy to consume and they rhyme.
It has a God given magic that touches the human heart and soul. Its poetry creates a mental picture for all who yearn to comprehend life.
Most readers will discover it's content will impact in a positive way, their view of mankind. It is truly a gift from a higher power to a humble poet and servant.
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It's appropriate and symbolic that the conservative poet Tom Zart was born on Valentines Day in Topeka, Kansas in 1945. His youth confronted adulthood many times by working on the family farm or helping his parents in their business. In the early fifties family roots were planted in the famous Plaza section of Kansas City with its fountains and parks close by. He lived there for six months of the year then went to work on their 140-acre family farm the other six months. It was a learning experience that proved invaluable to mold his character as a conservative poet.
Zart's poetic endeavors soon began to proliferate along with his subject matter. He began writing poems about love, religion, sports, nature and patriotism. His early inspirations came while working at the railroad for 30 years. Zart would utilize his time on those long railroad trips gleaning all that he could from his senses: the haunting sound of the train, its whistle and the long hours gazing out at the sunset and the pastoral settings fleeting by, of farmhouses and cities whose inhabitants he would never know.
He took notes of his coworker's experiences, especially the veterans who told their stories of the horror of war and their sacrifice in World War II, Korea, and especially, Viet Nam.
Tom lived vicariously in their spirit and told their stories in his poems. Tom Zart, who has a distinctive God given vocal talent, would recite his stories and poems at various social events, churches, schools and veteran tributes around the Kansas City area. His audience was always enthralled and he soon was in demand as a conservative poet.
His abilities have not gone without notice Tom has performed his poems live on radio shows from New York to California and by Divine intervention has become
The Most Published Poet On The Web.
MWSA BOOK REVIEWTOM ZART THE MOST PUBLISHED POET ON THE WEB
SHEPHERDS of LIFEAuthor: Tom Zart Reviewer: Bill McDonald – President of the MWSA A Poet’s thoughts, on history, emotions and more…Normally you pick up a poetry book and it may run about 50 to 80 pages but not the man who is called “SOLDIER FOR THE LORD." Poet Tom Zart gives the reader their money’s worth of poetry in his fine collection called “SHEPHERDS of LIFE" His book, of 358 poems, is filled with the thoughts and emotions of a dedicated poet and his vast spiritual tastes for life. His prose runs the gauntlet from relationships, battle, butterflies, and even one that ends the book called “Katrina,” about what happened in New Orleans.My favorite poem in his collection deals with turning 60 years old since I can relate to that experience. His poems are easy to read and more traditional in nature, as opposed to all those beat and new age writings that flourish in newer poetry books. It is readable by all mature family members and thought provoking at times. His war poetry covers everything from Pearl Harbor and D-Day to present day battles. He honors Soldiers and Sailors and our nation through many well thought out pieces of prose. There is something of interest in his collection of poetry for all readers. This is one of the most assorted and diverse collections of poetry ever assembled in one volume. For poetry lovers this will be a great book to acquire. This book is given the MWSA's highest rating for a poetry book - 5 STARS!
TABLE OF CONTENTS
1. God’s Poets
3. Christmas Is Coming
4. The First One To Love Me
5. Pleasure Seekers
6. Alcoholic Hobo
7. We Wish You Were Home
8. David And Goliath
9. The Reunion Prayer
10. Soldier In The Rain
11. Sad Dad In Jail
12. Black Powder Bridge
13. Tell The End of Time
14. Our Mother's Love
15. She's My Buddy
16. When You Love A Mean Woman
17. The Crew
18. I Won't Be There
19. The Fever of Fear
21. What Love Means To Me
22. The Missiles Are Coming
23. Thunder In The Ground
26. One Man's Prayer
27. Darts of The Devil
28. Cowboy Code
29. Little Baby
30. Kansas City
31. The Dream Tree
32. My Regrets
33. Some Day
34. My Private God
35. My Love of Life
36. Honey Moon Cruise
37. Old Age
39. Bitter Enemy
41. The Madman
42. God Must Love People In Love
43. A Good Poem
45. Troop Ship
46. My Wild Rose
50. After Death
52. Eyes of Love
55. Winter Snow
58. The Prayer
59. Rainy Days
62. Dads At War
63. He Who Fans The Coals of Hate
64. Lover's Toast
66. The Hanging Tree
67. Ancient Art
68. American Pioneers
70. The Civil War
71. My Wife
75. To Have And To Hold
79. Our World
84. Adam The Lonely
87. Kansas Frontier
88. Soldier For The Lord
91. The Coal Miner
92. The Gardner
95. Muffled Drums
96. Pearl Harbor Day
98. The Murderous Hand of Man
99. Night of Nights
100. D-Day, The Wall
101. Credit Card Christmas
105. Some Men Pray
107. I Remember
108. Korea 1950
109. Bullets And Barbwire
112. Wine & You’re All I Ever Dreamed of
114. General Washington
115. Happy Riders
117. General Quarters
119. The Presidency
120. Planting Flowers
122. My Changing Years
123. That Old Covered Bridge
124. Boxers Past And Present
127. Without Love
129. The Pot Farmer
130. Body Heat 105
131. Getting Over Her
132. A Man's Best Friend
133. Hollywood Woman
134. Double Trouble
135. The Seed of Love
136. September 11th
138. Our Lady
140. Good And Evil
144. Besides Love Men Need Fishing
146. My True Love
147. Poet's Wife
148. Brother Against Brother
149. The Littlest Solider
150. Snow Bound Birth
152. Our Flag
154. America 1606
155. Leaf On The Water
156. Noah's Ark
157. The Signs of Spring
158. Man's Spirit And Soul
160. Love of Country
161. Wisdom And Knowledge
163. Forgive Me
164. The Battle
165. Rodeo Rider
167. The Final Solution
168. Veteran’s Day
169. Battle of the Atlantic
173. Pretty Woman
174. The Songs of War
175. The Just And Unjust
176. St. Patrick
177. My Hero
179. The Stones of Love
181. The Battle For Baghdad
183. Love & Hate
184. One More Time
185. Man On The Moon
186. My Hope To Find Love
187. I'm Ready To Go
188. The Curse of Man
193. Pumping Iron
197. The Armor of God
198. The Mystery of Prayer
206. Formidable Foe
208. Garage Sale
210. The Selfish
211. The Hinge of History
213. Someone To Love
214. We're On Our Own But Not Alone
216. Jesus Is My Master
225. All Poets Serve a Master
226. Divine Intervention
227. Forever More
229. Should Tomorrow Start Without Me
230. Shoulder To Shoulder
231. American Soldier
232. The Greatest Lesson One Can Learn
233. The Power of Poetry
235. Few And Far Between
236. Whispers of The Heart
237. Wings of Heaven
238. I Think of You
239. The Loneliness of War
240. Loveless Weekend
241. Wherever The Big Fish Bite
242. If I Told You I Love You
243. The World of Man
244. Thank Heaven For Heroes
246. Mystical Journey
248. Masters of Verse
250. Christmas Lights
251. It Breaks My Heart To Catch You
252. Kennedy The War Years PT-109
253. The First Thanksgiving
254. Martin Luther King JR.
255. Where Wars Are Won Or Lost
257. Edgar Allan Poe
258. So Dear To My Heart
259. River Fishing
260. The Laws of God
261. The Fortress of Love
263. Married Sex & Romance
265. Love And Electricity
266. Jamestown 1607
269. The Alamo
272. Please Don’t Forsake Me
273. Sacrifice, Transformation, And Unrestricted Warfare
274. Sons & Daughters of World War III
275. My Favorite Poet
276. I Who Have No One
277. I Lost My Way
278. Satan’s Horde Shall Be Removed
279. Becoming American
281. Momentary Courage
282. It’s Not The Last Days of Man On Earth
283. The Day Of Jehovah Is Near
284. Jesus Is A Fisherman
285. Fellow Americans
286. Love Consumes All
287. Passion And Love
286. To Be Blessed By Love
289. The Boxer
290. The Joy I Feel
291. I love Being Loved By You
292. The Distortion of Man
293. As The Madness of War Tells Its Story
294. The Rainbows of Autumn
296. The Magic of Sleep
297. The River of No Return
298. Alexander The Great
299. We’ll All Reunite In Time
300. Heaven’s Heroes
301. American Policemen
302. The Last Goodbye
303. Poets Are The Bell Ringers of The Soul
304. Heaven’s Gate
306. The Hornets of Hell
307. Broken Hearted And Busted
309. Planting Trees
310. Like A Lily among The Thorns
311. The Mad Dogs of Man
312. A Scornful Woman & A Selfish Man
313. Into The Teeth of The Dog
315. God Loves His Soldiers
316. What Kind of Man
317. Where Are The Good Men
318. Shepherds of Life
319. I’d Rather Be Loved
320. I’ve Loved Too Many
321. Unyielding Honor
322. Wisdom Is Everlasting
323. God’s Test of Hearts
324. The Power of Words
325. Running From God
326. Make It Plain Preacher
327. Two Worlds
328. Hope To Be Home By Christmas WW III
329. The King of Christmas
332. They Serve To Preserve
333. Poets And Poems
334. Where Are The Soldiers?
335. God’s Most Humble Poet
336. The Stoning of Women
337. Preachers, Teachers And Politicians
338. Lonely Woman
339. Pleasing God
340. The Power of Courage
341. Goodness, Bravery And Gratitude
342. Lucifer Loves To Bate His Hook
343. Statement of Faith
344. God’s Presence
345. The Rewards of Truth
346. The Storms of Life
347. God’s Whispers
348. The Power of God’s Will
349. God’s Fellowship
350. Soldier’s Love Poem
351. God Doesn’t Keeps Secrets
352. Faith, Love And Deliverance
353. Praying For Our Needs
354. When Loved Ones fail Us
355. The Precious Blood of Jesus
355. Trust In The Lord With All Your Heart And Soul.
356. Walking With God
357. Waiting On God
The prize jewels of any nation
Are the philosophers of the heart.
How they think is universal
For it’s God who makes them so smart.
Most poets tell the truth of life
Though they may wrap it in beauty.
It's their passion, not their purpose
To compose is but their duty.
Poets have no reason to lie
When the truth is always so clear.
All that others say and do
Is but food for the poet's ear.
One merit of a poet's work
Which most people can’t deny.
They say more and in fewer words
To illuminate you and I.
God sent his poets down to earth
With words of wisdom and of worth.
That they might touch the souls of men
And bring them back to Him again.
Lord, I'm so lonely, I thirst everyday
In search of the love I need
like a man in prison with no warmth at night
A slave who seeks to be freed.
For I need a woman who will heal my heart
So my life won 't seem so wrong.
I’ll lie down beside her and gamble again
Then sing of our love in a song.
Remember, young Adam, your first favorite born
Who slept in your garden alone.
You took form his body and transformed some flesh
Then gave him a woman unknown.
Whichever the pathway I should choose to take
I realize that there will be brambles.
For the man who has visions everyday of his life
Will always be the same who gambles.
To Heaven I pray, for my treasure of life
After searching the deserts in vain.
I’m tired of mirages from fool-hearted women
Please give me someone who’s sane.
May her eyes be turquoise with cheeks like peaches
Ripe and ready to risk.
Soon they’ll turn rosy when she sneaks a peek
To the tingle of where I kiss.
Though I will love her, I shall never follow.
Nor will I ever lead.
I'll walk beside her and share all I have
For the children who spring from seed.
If we should argue about foolish things
I 'd rather be loved than right.
Then when I lie down at the end of my day
I'll sleep with a smile at night.
CHRISTMAS IS COMING
Christmas is coming and I'm all alone
With no one to snuggle at night.
My wineglass is empty to help dull the desire
To kiss you by soft candlelight.
A rare pearl of value, you don 't leave alone
Or someone will steal them from you.
After they've gone and flown far away
It's hard to know just what to do.
I'm watching my neighbors hang lights on their tree
With tinsel and striped candy cane.
I took you for granted and didn't hug enough
And now I must suffer my pain.
Lord, I'm so lonely; I wish I could die
Then be born to relive again.
I realize the value of someone to love
And the danger of my selfish sin.
There's a ring on my phone and a knock at the door
Which do I dare go for?
If neither is you, I'll break down and cry
And again pound my fist on the floor.
I run down the hall and the doorknob turns
As the swirling snow rides on the wind.
There, in my doorway, it's the face I love
Such a beautiful present to send.
Now, I am happy and dancing around
With a permanent smile on my face.
As children are singing their Christmas love songs
And the world is a wonderful place.
THE FIRST ONE TO LOVE ME
The first one to love me was you; Lord
And nothing can take that away.
My soul is refreshed by living water
While my heart flows with love each day.
I thank you for the love of my family
And I thank you for the love of my life.
I thank you for all of the blessings
You give to each husband and wife.
Your glory rides high on the sunsets
Your voice is the thunder of rain.
I thank you for all of the heavens
And Jesus who came to be slain.
I feel when your eyes are upon me
As you listen to my humble cry
You've redeemed the soul of your servant
To dwell in your mansion on high.
I’ll claim each and every promise
From the Lord of the earth and sky.
I'm so glad I’m free from my bondage
Of the grave where my body shall lie.
I thank you for parting the darkness
And guiding my footsteps each day.
I thank you for being my shepherd
You've walked with me all the way.
I know your armor protects me
From the devil in search of his feast.
And all who are lost without you
Shall dwell in hell with the beast!
That road of pleasure seeking
Has so many deep pitfalls
And all the while we walk on it
In the distance the devil calls.
Some folks drink those bubbly spirits
Or smoke that tall green weed
Anything to dull their conscience
As they sow their wild oat seed.
I've been no angel in my life
Though I fell from a righteous shelf
When I took those risky chances
And tried both, many times, myself.
Now I'm tired of being foolish.
So I sing my songs at church
With one eye on my hymnbook
And the other free to search.
If you're yearning to love someone
Let's get together and seek no more
Kiss and fondle by the fire
And push pillows across the floor.
For we need love, health and money
And may we live to enjoy them all
Before we 're old and in our autumn
And our leaves begin to fall.
I'm just a hobo, who hides on the train
I've got me a bottle, which feeds, on my brain.
All I once owned has been stolen or sold
All I have left, are my memories of old.
I had a fine house, a family and sports cars
I threw them all away for whiskey and bars.
I do most my dining from dumpsters and cans
What you would call garbage, I eat with my hands.
I'm just a sad soul, the saddest in town
Sometimes I look like a sick circus clown.
I lean on a lamppost in the bad part of town
In search of a doorway, where I might bed down.
I dream of those bands that played in the park
And all of those ladies, I kissed in the dark.
Those days are gone now, like the setting of the sun
I’m just an old stallion that can no longer run.
Deprived of those blessings I once had in life
I now bust my bottle and use it for a knife.
The blood of my veins shall freeze on the street
Where tomorrow they’ll find me at my defeat.
WE WISH YOU WERE HOME
I remember that fair in September
As we waited for a Ferris wheel ride
Just as you reached for my fingers
I felt how I loved you inside.
The next thing I knew we were airborne
Above all the eyes of the crowd
Surrounded by rainbows of neon
As the moon popped from behind a cloud.
You asked, "daddy, do you love me"
I answered I couldn’t live without you.
Then you reached up and tugged on my collar
As we flew in that chair painted blue.
Now you are grown and gone
And have marched away to war.
As I'm writing this letter
I yearn for your knock at our door.
I got out some rags and the wax
And gave your old Ford a rubdown.
I went for a ride of remembrance
While its mufflers made your favorite sound
I drove by the park to ponder
Those ball games we loved to play.
I can 't help but worry and wonder
If you'll ever come home to stay.
Your girlfriend still teaches school
We see her every seventh day.
There's no doubt who she thinks of
When she folds her hands to pray.
Your mother still talks to your picture
As she works at her sewing machine.
I hope my son you realize
How much to us you mean.
DAVID AND GOLIATH
David, the shepherd, a tender of sheep
Would pray to his God before he would sleep.
One day he awoke to the roar of beasts
A bear and a lion in search of a feast.
David slew both with his knife and his hand
Though still just a boy and not yet a man.
The Lord's love for David was proven once again
When he challenged the champion of the Philistine men.
Goliath’s beastly fingers and hideous toes
Made David more selective with the stones that he chose.
One for the giant, he knew he would slay
Four more for his brothers who were laughing that day.
The giant told David, "I'll tear you apart
The birds and the animals shall feast on your heart."
David yelled back, "I’ll soon see you dead
And when I’m through I’ll cut off your head!"
The worst of all men, drew high with his arm
Came forth to David to do him great harm.
The youth jumped ahead just as quick as a lynx
A stone from his sling popped the giant where he thinks.
Blood and bone spewed forth as that devil fell down
A thousand pound soldier lie dead on the ground.
With Goliath’s own sword David chopped off his head
Then took it to Jerusalem to prove that he was dead.
THE REUNION PRAYER
Someday they shall dig my hole in the ground
In an old-fashioned graveyard just outside of town.
The trees there are ancient and so are the stones
The people beneath them are just dust and bones.
The last time I went there with a fistful off flowers
I took the time to reminisce for one or two hours.
I looked at the carvings, on granddad’s gravestone
"Here lies an outcast who died all alone."
A robber of trains, and a buster of banks
He took all their money and never said thanks.
Then there was grandma who taught Sunday school
She said that Satan had made him a fool.
My mom and dad lie there side by side
I remembered the fire the night they died.
Then there was you, dear, who I love most of all.
I sure wish your heaven had waited to call.
I’m getting old now and most my bones creak
It even hurts me just to walk down the street.
I'm so feeble, I'm ready to go
I pray for reunion with all those I know.
Lord, won 't you grant me a favor of sort?
Please send me your angles to take me to court.
SOLDIER IN THE RAIN
I’m just a soldier who stands in the rain
My memories of home are what keep me sane.
Back home is a land of milk and honey
Ruled by lust and love of money.
But, what can I say, when I serve her true
For I volunteered to see this war through.
Now, that I’m here, it's hard to believe
We're just the victims of those who deceive.
As darkness falls on the rice fields of Nam
Scared men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm.
It's thousands of miles to the steps of my church
With its stained glass, steeples and lost souls who search.
Off in the distance I see an arc light,
Bombs being dropped on children at night.
I've seen that evil they call the "yellow rain"
And how life withers when it's sprayed by a plane.
All of my buddies have been taken away
No more touch football will they ever play.
Zipped in their body bags for the long trip home
Are some of the bravest, I've ever known.
War is a hell, devised by man
There's death in the sea, the sky and the land.
Lord, I can’t help but wish I were home
Back with my love, whom I hope is alone?
SAD DAD IN JAIL
They put me in prison for the deed I've done
I killed the drunk driver who crippled you, son.
Your mother, my wife, she died in the wreck
That's the reason I broke that man's neck.
His dad was a rich man, who pulled lots of strings
So well connected he could do many things.
I live in this hellhole with all sorts of men
I’m sure glad most like me and call me their friend.
The food here is so awful, I've lost many pounds
I'd rather feast on the vittles the guards toss the hounds.
At night we play cards and you don't dare cheat
For if you get caught, you’ll be stomped on by feet.
Most inmates fashion some sort of knife
To help out their odds in a fight for their life
I took me a padlock and snapped it on a chain
Then hid it in my pant-leg to keep from being slain.
I get to see you on our family day
The worst part about it, is when you cry as you play.
Many times you question, "Dad, when can you leave"
As the tears from your eyes drop to my sleeve.
Our visit is now over as they wheel you away
I whisper, "I love you" and you see what I say.
It's time to go back to my one-room, shared cell
And try to write a song about a sad dad in jail.
BLACK POWDER BRIDGE
A courier rider hands his papers to me
They are instructions from Robert E. Lee.
I am advised now is the time
To stop the troop movement on the Rock Island line.
I muster my men and they load up the boats
We powder our pistols and darken our coats.
Traveling the currents, the sun slips from sight
As brave men with a purpose have gathered to fight.
We capture a bridge before the moonrise
The Yankees who are here shall soon feed the flies.
The evil of war feeds on my brain
As I light the fuse to destroy a train.
Above us a trestle of timber and tar
As we pull our oars for a willowed sandbar.
From the banks of the river; we watch it approach
There's shadows of soldiers, in the windows of a coach.
With a burst of bright yellow and a roar in my ear
I hear them scream as they're falling in fear.
The river is boiling in steam, steel and stems
Back home their families shall soon sing funeral hymns.
The one lone survivor was a red stallion stud
I lassoed his neck and freed him from the mud.
As I ride in his saddle beneath the stars that shine
I pray for forgiveness and some peace of mind.
War is a lesson we‘re eager to learn
When man has that fever to murder and burn.
Lord, please forgive me for what I have done
For all those I've silenced were some mother's son.
TILL THE END of TIME
I feel like Samson pushing the stone
For I gave into love and now I'm alone.
Betrayed by a woman, I gambled and lost
And now I suffer what disloyalty cost.
Samson was blinded by the blade of a knife
After his capture by the love of his life.
Imprisoned forever and forced to grind grain
To spectator laughter, the whip and the chain.
The same so am I, a victim of chain
For I’ve too many memories of you in my brain.
Together my darling from a window we shall peer
It will be from heaven both faraway and near.
The heirlooms of tomorrow the woman and the man
Waiting for our ashes to sift through the sand.
I will love you always, till the end of time
Now and then dreaming of when you were mine.
OUR MOTHER'S LOVE
Our mother's love like a candle
Burns brightly upon the shelf.
As she lights the way for all others
Never thinking of herself.
Seven little kids in a farmhouse
By my moms hard work survived.
Through her love and faith in Jesus
We learned how to struggle and strive.
The lilacs still bloom by the window
Where our mom would quilt and sew.
In the winter she'd sing by the fire
To the tunes she thought we should know.
Our father labored at a quarry
In the dust of the earth every day.
He worked so hard for his money
For the bills our family must pay.
Little sister came down with pneumonia
And almost died in bed.
Our momma lie sick beside her
Putting cool rags on her head.
We were sure glad to see daddy's face
As he drove up our driveway
He ran up and into the house
Then knelt by their bed to pray.
Oh, Lord, please save my family
From the fever that burns within
For we have always loved Jesus
And will serve Him till our end.
Our mother and sister survived
But daddy, he died long ago.
When it's our time for heaven
We’ll see many that we know.
SHE'S MY BUDDY
Adam and Eve lay beneath the stars.
I wonder if their love was as strong as ours?
Darling, I love you, I’m not afraid to say
Our love just grows with each passing day.
I was afraid our love would grow cold
That’s what I’ve always by others been told.
I’m glad they were wrong, so I sing this song
For you are the woman to whom I belong.
Without your concern I have nothing at all
There’s no one to help me should I take a fall.
I need your love it builds up my pride
Bolsters my ego and stands by my side.
Many men still search for someone like you
Case to find a good woman isn’t easy to do
Lord, I thank you for the love of my life
For she is my buddy as well as my wife.
WHEN YOU LOVE A MEAN WOMAN
When you love a mean woman it hurts down deep
In the middle of the night when you find you can't sleep.
I remember those times we kissed in the park,
Covered by moonbeams and stars in the dark.
You told me you loved me and would never run away
Though now, there's another with whom you play.
Somebody tell me what I’m doing wrong
Somebody show me before I've waited too long.
Other women I've met, they remind me of you,
It makes me afraid of what they might do.
But life without love isn’t living at all
Everyone needs someone who waits for their call.
I thirst for a woman who will love me again
One who needs both a husband and friend.
Dear Lord, I pray for my angel of love
So I may fly high on the wings of a dove.
We're just a railroad crew
Racing down the track
Far from our families
Who will kiss us when we're back.
We're running by the river
She’s flowing muddy brown
Hears our haunting sound.
As we glide across a silver bridge
Above the Mighty Mo.
What we'll see when we look down
We never really know.
Behind us on those rolling wheels
Are a hundred cars of coal
If we should jump the rail
Then God shall judge our soul.
When we reach the station
We’ll head for the hotel
Crawl in bed all by ourselves
And dream until the bell.
I WON'T BE THERE
It‘s true; I've been sleeping with a looser
And it's been going on too long.
I've prayed for the courage and, now I have it
To sing you your farewell song.
I won't be there in the morning when you need me!
I won't be there when you call on the phone!
I won't be there in the bed beside you
As you lay by yourself alone!
Too many times at night I've cried
Wondering why you won’t just come home.
Staring at the clock on the wall
As I lie half awake by the phone.
For so long it was enough that I loved you
Though now my heart needs more.
So, I've packed up my bags and my pictures
And I'm on my way out the door.
THE FEVER of FEAR
Cannons are bursting hot metal from the ground
Soldiers are looting and burning our town.
The fever of fear rushes through my veins
As too many Bluecoats jump from troop trains.
Smoke from hot barrels is swirling around
As four thousand muskets volley their sound.
All of my comrades have stopped a lead ball
Most cry out, then stumble and fall.
Even the young lad who carried our flag
Now he lies dead as he clings to that rag.
Wagons with the wounded trail blood on the ground
Death and destruction are easily found.
The Generals are crying cause they can't stand defeat
But it's always the soldier who dies on his feet.
Horse hooves are pounding on a bridge made of boards
As the sunlight reflects from the blades of their swords.
Quickly I hide out in the roots of a tree
Where the dirt has eroded and there's just room for me.
After dark I sneak out with the cover of fog
Then float down the river, as I cling to a log.
Songs of their victory, ring out through the night
While from the cold, muddy water, I see their firelight.
It makes me remember my old country church
Where the preacher spoke God's word from his holy perch.
That the seed of all conflict began in a cave
When man, like the wild wolf had to prove he was brave.
There once was a traveler who was driven out of town
On His shoulders was a burden that pushed Him to the ground.
On His head was a crown made of thorns from a bush
And the street was so crowded the guards had to push.
They stopped at some sandstone at the top of a hill
There was a round hole the cross would soon fill.
They made Him lie down upon that wood cross
There they nailed Him to prove who was boss.
The beam was up-ended by the muscles of men
As it plunged down the hole it was carved to fit in.
Then Jesus looked up at the lightning that flew
And cried, “God, my Father, they know not what they do.”
They crucified our Lord as his blood flowed to earth
If inside you believe, you feel what love is worth.
They wrapped Him in loincloth when He was taken down
Then carefully removed His scarlet stained crown.
They placed Him in a cave with a large, round, stone door
Before sealing forever, they lay lilies on the floor.
It wasn't very long, and the stone was rolled away
For Jesus resurrected, to rise on Easter Day!
WHAT LOVE MEANS TO ME
I know now for sure what love means to me
It’s a chance to be needed and to give happily.
For I’ve felt what it’s like to be sad and alone
And wish for that someone I could call my own.
It’s just like young Adam when he lost his rib bone
God gave him Eve, so he wouldn't sleep alone.
When a man loves a woman, there’s many lessons he’ll learn
As she respects him, her favors he’ll earn.
One thing for certain, when your thoughts are for real
As you hug and you kiss, you love how you feel.
Some live a lifetime just a step from love
You are that person who gave me my shove.
The world has both givers and those on the take
Life can be bad if your love's a mistake.
I can't help realize how lucky I've been
For you are my wife, but best of all, my friend.
THE MISSILES ARE COMING
I stare at the dust as it tries not to fall
Swirling in the sun streams from the windows on the wall.
Down in the valley ring lonely church bells
Sounding their message as the devil’s brood swells.
The missiles are coming though I can’t tell you when
As they drop down upon us our lifestyles shall end.
You can hide underground or fly far away
Their lingering fallout will find you someday.
No more small children shall toddle off to schools
Because of mistakes of grownup mad fools.
Believing in space men and the ships, which they fly
You can bet as it happens, they’ll watch it and cry
The generals are playing a death game of dare
With missiles in the silos and bombs in the air.
There’ll be time for anger, there’ll be time for greed
But the time shall be lost for planting the seed.
THUNDER IN THE GROUND
Cannons are bellowing from a ridge far away
The battle lines are forming and there’s little time to pray.
Musket balls are pelting like hailstones from the sky
I'm so full of fear cause I don 't want to die.
From beyond yonder hill comes a terrifying sound
It's the music of the buglers and there's thunder in the ground.
The fast-riding troopers have all drawn out their swords
They 're shouting and screaming as they charge up the gorge.
It's hard to believe how many make it through
As they're hacking and shooting at the boys dressed in blue.
Then come the soldier men who run upon their feet
Every time I drop one, my heart skips a beat.
There's a storm on the ground made of death, dust and smoke
My throat is so dry, I can 't help but choke.
The fury of the battle is bound to settle down
When most of the fighters lie dead on the ground.
After dark, the stretcher-bearers are afraid to search around
The wild hogs eat the wounded and I can 't stand the sound.
Come dawn, we dig ditches for all the brave, lifeless men
Then quote words from our Bible praying heaven lets them in.
America, the abundant, the place I was born
I'll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
Who loved her the same as I.
Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There's billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.
That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.
There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories
Balanced in a box on a wheel.
Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France
Describes how inside, we feel.
That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.
We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.
Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.
In their new uniforms
The young march off
Not knowing who shall return.
With a proud devotion
They brandish their flag
Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn.
May we all be buried
By all of our children
Is an ancient tribal prayer.
They're so easy to lose
But so hard to forget
Such a burden for a parent to bear.
The taste of victory
Shall soon be forgotten
But never that which was lost.
For those rows of white headstones
In peaceful green fields
Make it easy to tally the cost.
America has survived
All attempts to destroy
Knowing the cruelty of war
And we who remain
Must help keep her free
For those who can march no more!
ONE MAN'S PRAYER
Where are the women who need a good man?
Where are the women with love in their hand?
Where are the children who played on the lawn?
Where are the children when mom and dad are gone?
What about the marriage that began with smiles?
What about the marriage that ended in trials?
What about the future of all involved?
What about the problems that must be solved?
Answer these questions that tear at my heart.
Answer these questions that keep us apart.
DARTS of THE DEVIL
The darts of the devil fly free on the winds
And sometimes they pierce both family and friends.
Remember young Adam and his wife, Eve
When they gave into Satan, the Lord said, "leave".
Ever since then, right up to today
The devil makes sure we’ll sin in some way.
Wear all of God's armor, whatever you do
Should the darts of the devil seek out you.
Thank God for Jesus who died on the cross
Our passage to heaven was paid by His loss.
Every knee shall bow and tongues confess all
That Jesus is our Lord at His final call.
Angels will descend with Jesus in the sky
He’ll greet us with open arms when it's our time to fly.
For our Lord awaits all who believe
And those who do not, shall be told to leave.
I'm riding with an outfit
That’s loyal to its brand
I've got a gun and a rope
Which I keep close at hand.
Anyone who would harm
What belongs to the brand
They are my enemy
No matter who the man.
Never have I ever lied
Or stole from my boss
Nor let anyone else
Regardless of cost.
Late at night, beneath the stars
We sit around the fire
Drinking coffee and telling stories
About whatever we desire.
I feel the Lord cracks a smile
When he watches us cowboys
Looking up from down below
At heaven with all its glories.
Once I was so in love
I married a beautiful wife
She took ill and passed away
So I chose a cowboy's life.
My boss has a pretty wife
His family I respect
They treat me as I treat them
So their lives I shall protect.
The cowboy code can be found
On the ranches of the West
Where real men still earn their place
By being their very best.
Little baby, I love you
For you are a part of me
Each and every inch you’ll grow
I want to be there to see.
Someday you’ll chase fireflies
Who ride the breath of the winds.
Someday you'll be all grown up
And out on the town with friends.
You have your daddy 's freckles
You've got your mommy's eyes.
I pray to God every day
You’ll survive all of life's lies.
Little babies shoot up fast
As they need to stretch and grow.
They do such things as children do
In a world they’ve yet to know.
Someday you will understand
How your parents feel inside
Someday you’ll have your babies
And raise them with great pride.
Of all the gifts that life may bring
A sweet baby is still the best.
Your mom and I shall love you
Till the day we're laid to rest.
Kansas City, I love you
Where else would I want to be
But by the fountains in the parks
With my girl smiling at me.
If Shakespeare were young and alive
He'd be on a carriage ride
On the Plaza by Brush Creek
Kissing the lips of his bride.
I lived a while in New York
And I've partied in L.A.
Kansas City is my choice
For the rest of my life to stay.
You’ll find me at the Starlight
Holding the hands I love.
We just hug and watch the show
Beneath the stars above.
We love the Chiefs, the Royals
Words of Fun and the zoo
Great tasting steaks, casinos
And the world's best barbecue.
THE DREAM TREE
When I was young and on the farm
My favorite place to be
Was by the pond in the woods
High in a Sycamore tree.
I climbed her high
As high as I could
Built me a tree house
Out of tin and wood.
I searched the barn
And found an old chair
Then used a long rope
To pull it through the air.
I placed it inside
And sat right down
I felt like a king
With the moon as my crown.
Everywhere around me
I could see flashing lights.
The fireflies were dancing
To the breath of the nights.
Now that I’m grown with kids of my own
I stand beneath the same old tree.
What I built has long since gone
Though it's easy for me to see.
They're not from laws I've broken
Or from all the tears I've wept
Rather from vows I've given
And promises left unkept.
I've outlived my blinded youth
Though there's troubles on my mind.
Be my blessings large or small
I make an effort to be kind.
Let us help our fellows in need
With our everyday endeavor.
Let us be more like Him
Who saved our souls forever.
Life on earth is a dangerous journey
As we walk down survival's road
Fearing some day that we might suffer.
Lord, we pray you’ll lighten our load.
Our own ignorance keeps us happy
For there's so much we're not to know
Like who shall die, where, when and how
As the storms of our seasons blow.
No hope for human brotherhood
With one world, one race, one rule
We die from too much knowledge
And the greediness of a fool.
We travel now in outer space,
All continents and seven seas
As long as we're alive
We’ll search for memories.
Some day there’ll be a brand new earth
Where the righteous rule, night and day.
No tears, death, pain nor sorrow
From the world that passed away.
MY PRIVATE GOD
His handiwork is everywhere
In everything I see.
I have no need to seek Him out
For He dwells inside of me.
To me He is quite wonderful
His blessings sustain us all.
Every day testing our strength
With problems, both great and small.
With borrowed light His moon shines down
Upon a sinner such as me.
I'm well aware of what takes place
As I pray on bended knee.
God is my Lord King Divine
Who created my every part.
His guiding light shines from aloft
As He speaks from within my heart.
MY LOVE of LIFE
Wise men learn more from watching fools
Than fools do from watching wise men.
I should know for I've been both
I can 't believe how lucky I've been.
Everyday as I speak out
With verse I come alive.
My lust for life shall be fulfilled
As another day I survive.
I take the clay of every day
And mold it to my fashion.
All I need is my true love
Whose heart flows free with passion.
I thank the Lord who watches us
For blessings which are mine
That I’m festive, fit and free
To love my wife who's sweeter than wine.
The gulls have gone long ago
As we sail a peaceful sea.
The skies are blue, soft and kind
Where else would we wish to be.
Late at night, as we embrace
In front of a reggae band.
You kiss me, and then you whisper
"I want to be alone with my man."
A little after midnight
We both slip away.
In such of some time
For the games lovers play.
Alone in our cabin
Your skin is so soft.
I’m just that angel
Who fell from aloft.
After twenty-five years
Of our love has gone
It's a honeymoon cruise
We find ourselves on.
May the Lord show mercy
On any of those
Who have never been loved
Or ever been chose.
Oh, bear with me for I am old
And lucky to still be alive.
My years have passed much too fast
Though somehow I survive.
Sadly soon my dreams will end
And my life shall disappear.
Like so many of those gone before
Whose death made them more dear.
My past has not been lily-white
For I've broken some Golden Rules
The laws of God and of nature
Like so many other fools.
If I repent, my parson said
My sins shall be forgiven
Not to wait until too late
And miss my bus to heaven.
We were just the best of friends
I knew him all my life.
I'm sure that he, towards the end
Found out I love his wife.
He drove his car right off a cliff
And crashed into the sea.
I know it was no accident
For a skillful driver was he.
He must have found our letters
Of love that shouldn’t be.
He's the type to harm himself
Instead of killing me.
As I looked in his wife's eyes
She sadly said to me
Instead of us, he killed himself
Because of lovers, such as we.
Lord, have mercy on our souls
For her husband, my friend, has died!
No one else may ever know
But God how much we've lied.
I had a bitter enemy
Whose heart to hate he gave.
He made no secret of the fact
He planed to vandalize my grave.
One day I couldn't help but smile
As the Sunday paper I read.
Despite of all his loud boasting
My worst adversary was dead!
The hatred pumping through his heart
Must have brought about his doom.
He lost his chance to laugh at me
As he would dance on my tomb.
The other day I drove by
The place he lies alone.
I found it’s easy to forgive
When your foe is dust and bone.
My job is in the open air
And, Lord, I love the work I do
For flowers are my joy of life
Though their beauty belongs to you.
Your flowers are so lovely
Yet, I'm ugly, wrinkled and old.
I've lived beyond my mortal span
As the days I have left unfold.
Your lilies are my pride of life
And many of them there be.
They're worth a fortune, people say
Though money has little worth to me.
Their glory is my just reward
As their radiant heads they raise.
I dedicate them to you, oh Lord
With all my love and praise.
Three times I've had the lust to kill
To clutch the throat of someone fair
To squeeze it tight with all my might
'Till no breath of being is there.
Many times I drove the demon out
Though his sweat was on my brow.
I know quite well he shall return
Someday, somewhere, somehow.
I know I'm mad but should I tell
And let the doctors care for me?
They’ll throw me in a padded cell
And toss away the key.
Oh, how short my life has been
For I'm just twenty-two
As I run with Satan himself
There's but one thing to do.
Every night my foul friend's back
I fear he shall prevail.
So, here I lie between the tracks
With my head on the rail.
I hear the sound of a distant train
I feel its thunder on the roll.
I pray it crushes my sick brain
And may God show mercy on my soul.
GOD MUST LOVE PEOPLE IN LOVE
God must love people in love
Or He wouldn't have made so many.
Those who claim it's a mental disease
Have never been loved by any.
Love is stronger than life itself
And jealousy more cruel than the grave.
Men and women have loved one another
Since they spent their nights in a cave.
When the hands of love touch the strings of souls
There’ll be babies on the way.
That's the basic rules of life
No matter what games we play.
Like the flowers in the fields we shed our shields
To be warmed by the sun.
We live our lives the best we can
Till death catches us on the run.
A GOOD POEM
A good poem paints a picture
For both your heart and brain.
It doesn't need a second chance
To make its meaning plain.
A good poem is like the flower
The lily or the rose.
God plants it in a poet's brain
And there its beauty grows.
A good poem like a cardinal
Is pregnant with song
You can’t help but hear its message
As it sings what's right or wrong.
A good poem helps us remember
What the joys of life are for
It makes us want to love someone
Till death comes knocking at our door.
Oh, I love my momma
She’s the reason I’m alive.
Her total love for me
Has made her struggle and strive.
Jesus had a momma
Who bore Him in a cave.
She couldn’t help but love Him
From His birth to the grave.
Should I hang on the highest hill
My momma would be there.
I know her love would follow me
My angel of despair.
Her hair is now all silver
As I hold her fingers, worn.
Oh, God, bless this wrinkled brow
From whose body I was born.
Our ship had sailed before the dawn
Surrounded by the thickest of fog
Still ignorant of our destination
Or what was written in the captain's log.
It didn't take long for me to see
Our cruise was not for fun
An experience of a lifetime
With nowhere for us to run.
Twenty knots per hour we cruised
As the white caps passed us by
Ten thousand young Americans
Off to Europe to die.
A sailor told us not to worry
Someday we’d get our mail.
Uncle Sam would make sure
No matter how far we sail.
Thirty feet deep I tried to sleep
Beneath our ship's waterline
Just the place for claustrophobia
To enter into my mind.
My favorite vest was my May West
Which I wore all the time
Just in case of German U-boats
Or an underwater mine.
Thirty-three days we were at sea
We crossed the equator twice.
Many years have passed since then
Those years of sacrifice.
MY WILD ROSE
You 're the full moon of my nights
And the sunshine of my day
Like a queen upon her throne
You rule what I do and say.
It's God who makes us beautiful
And the Devil who makes us mean
It all depends on whom we follow
Which way our lives shall lean.
With one foot in the future
And one foot in the past
Let us try to live our days
As though each was our last.
You're the wild rose of my life
My flower of desire
Made by God for me alone
Out of earth, stars and fire.
Makes countless thousands mourn
A piece of earth made to live
We've earned our Father's scorn.
We're the bad boys of the planet
Who walk in shoes upright
We differ only in our posture
From beasts that feast at night.
After death our name lives on
In the records of our nation
Or in the genes of a child
A rebirth of creation.
Let us pray as he grows
He learns to be a man
Strong in mind, big in heart
With the good book in his hand.
Life's a book written through
Where the pages are the years.
There's good, evil, false and true
With laughter, sweat, and tears.
Our days are songs composed by God
As we set them to music with pleasure.
His cup of life is for us to drink
Though, He, decides the measure.
Hurried and worried, dawn till dusk
There's no time for a curtain call.
We burn our candles from both ends
And we're lucky to be alive at all.
Cards are shuffled and hands are dealt
For all to place their bets.
Youthful blunders, adulthood struggles
And old age with its regrets.
It matters not, how long we live
But more, how well we play our part.
For the road to heaven is always near
As long as there's grace in our heart.
Great souls by instinct
To each other turn
As side by side
Their lessons they learn.
One soul in two bodies
Describes a good Friend
One who will need you
Till God's angels descend.
Prosperity makes us lots of friends
Though adversity rids us of most.
What few we keep, we always love
Long after they are but ghost.
Out of the night, which covers us
It's easy to see where friends are made
Among the stars, behind the moon
Where Heaven begins its parade.
The joy of life is like a fading flower
And the wrath of death is to shrivel and decay.
Committing our spirits to either right or wrong
Simply by how we choose to live our night or day.
After death the wicked cease to be troublesome
And all who are weary have forever to rest.
People who apply their heart to seek out wisdom
Are lovingly remembered by all they have blessed.
Let there be no sad farewell after we have gone
Hopefully to heaven, where worthy souls live on.
Searching for reunion with others we once knew
Be they Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, Hindu or Jew.
As war is fought it takes charge
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.
Many things will forever change
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy
Those things we fight to keep free.
War is the greatest plague of man,
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred
Than the one which disables humanity.
When war breaks out, boundaries change
And all who die are a token
Of the rage that must run it's course
Before words of peace are spoken.
EYES of LOVE
A mind may see a thousand eyes
Though the heart yearns for two
When the eyes we love have up and gone
To the arms of someone new.
Eyes that twinkle, I distrust
For they are the distant stars.
Eyes in love have a steady glow
Like Venus, the Moon or Mars.
Eyes of love, like planets at night
Use borrowed light to shine.
Eyes are the living lenses
To the camera of our mind.
Eyes tend to believe themselves
Like the blind love of mothers.
Eyes speak without words
To the hearts and souls of others.
No rope or cable can hold so tight
What love can do with twine.
No kiss can taste so bittersweet
As the one which captures our mind.
The first sign of love is the last of wisdom
As eager hearts fulfill desire.
Love is just a staple of life
Though heaven sparks the fire.
Heaven knows no rage like love
Once to hatred it has turned.
How wise are we who are such fools
Who forget the lessons we've learned.
Love, indeed, descends from heaven
Like a shooting star across the sky.
Love sometimes stirs the dust
Till tears fall free from the eye.
As cold autumn winds strip the trees
Melancholy days have arrived.
Most flowers, already are frosted brown
Though mums are the last to survive.
There's lots of fog on the windows
As the shorter days lose their light.
The year has changed into its wine
When our days are shadowed by night.
Flowers, butterflies, trees and bees
Have all gone dormant till the spring.
Dead leaves rustle as children play
In the absence of birds that sing.
Winter to spring, spring to summer
It's time for those fall symphonies.
The leaves all plummet to the ground
As the wind plays tunes with the trees.
Over the heads of all I meet
Falls winter's life giving snow.
Upon the rooftops and the streets
Filling the sky and earth below.
Dancing, swirling, skimming along,
Like the snows of yesteryears.
There's lots of ice on the windows
As my lashes freeze over with tears.
It's so cold; it's too cold to snow
Yet the snow continues to fall.
The land is covered blanket white
As the winter winds wail their call.
There's a red-hot fire awaiting me
That will thaw out my every part.
It's not the glow of a fireplace
But the love that dwells in my heart.
God may place us in deep waters
But He doesn't wish us to drown.
Adversity shows us ourselves
As to others we smile or frown.
There's no better teacher in life
Than the troubles which come our way.
Adversity strengthens our minds
As we think what to do and say.
Constant success shows but one side
Of the world we find ourselves in.
Adversity teaches us all
That people love, hate, lust and sin.
The songbirds sing as skies turn pink
While the brightest stars fade away
One by one I watch them vanish
As the sun gives birth to the day.
The scent of dawn is so fresh
As flowers make ready to bloom.
The dew sparkles upon the grass
While the morning dissolves my gloom.
A flock of geese circle above
In search of some rest and a meal.
I watch them land upon a lake
As inside, how lucky I feel.
The moon's still high upon its throne
As it orbits across the sky.
I know that I shall love earth's dawns
Till the day in my grave, I lie.
On my knees, with folded hands
I thank the Lord each day
For when I think of life itself
It makes me want to pray.
Most of my friends are dead and gone
You’ll find flowers where they lay.
I know that some of them
To heaven found their way.
So many times I've looked up
To heaven in the night
Asking answers from our Lord
Who's always in my sight.
Any day could be my last
There's no time to fuss or fight.
There's just time to be loved
Who cares who's wrong or right.
Rainy days are a gift of life
As they water the thirsty of earth
When nature sometimes weeps with joy
Like a father who watches a birth.
Rainbows of color arch the sky
As storms prepare to part
The sound of thunder shakes the ground
As heaven speaks to my heart.
When storm filled skies are dark and gray
That's when I yearn to strive.
Rainy days make some feel sad
But for me, I feel so alive.
Heaven's stars are the works of God
The scriptures of His night sky.
After sunsets golden-red glow
They 're there to captivate the eye.
No one can see beneath their feet
As heaven's pearls ignite their souls.
To be as one with their Maker
Is the highest of human goals.
Blessed be the candies of night
Which guide the sailors at sea.
Bathing earth with their soft glow
For all who love them, as we!
Twilight skies turn orange, pink and gray
As the stars watch the dying day.
The winds of night now stir the breeze
While most birds roost in bushes or trees.
The fireflies glide above the grass
As bullfrogs sing to torment bass.
Soon the moon will circle high
Beneath its cape of star-filled sky.
The twilight is first evening's bell
A time of peace when all is well.
Another day has come and gone
Not to return until the dawn.
DADS AT WAR
Where would I be without you dad
My hero of night and day?
I'm so glad you love my mother
And think of us when you pray.
The last time we had Christmas
You reached for me with your hand.
I looked at you, then made a wish
That I might be just half the man.
I love my father of earth,
And I love my Father of heaven.
It's a lot for me to love, you know
For I’m only eleven.
Mom and I sure miss you
Since you left to defend our flag.
When others ask, where is your dad
I can't help but boast and brag.
HE WHO FANS THE COALS of HATE
An angry man opens his mouth
And shuts his mind to reason.
He who stays slow to anger
Is loved by more each season.
Anger snuffs the lamp of thought
And it's hard to stay serene.
Where anger rules hatred thrives
Then the world we love turns mean.
He who fans the coals of hate
Has no reason to complain.
If some hot sparks scorch his face
His anguish is thus his pain.
Anger is a human madness
Which consumes the heart and mind.
He who rules his spirit with love
Shall be praised by all mankind.
Come to me with just your love
And I will pledge you mine.
Kiss my lips and share my glass
And we shall sip port wine.
You're the red rose of my day
And the lily of my night.
Nothing is so grand in life
As when you hold me tight.
Love's uncertain outlook is
Where mankind's torments dwell
With both it's pain and pleasure
Our needs are alive and well.
Some of us are as God planned
Though many are far worse.
Our characters are not of marble
So the devil may work his curse.
Fame is what we steal or take
Character is what we give.
To this truth we must awake
So we might begin to live.
There is some good in all of us
Which may not show at first.
With good character of heart and soul
We prepare ourselves for the worst.
Show me a liar and you have found a thief
Whose character is controlled by hell.
They love what's wrong and hate what's right
And they're lucky they're not all in jail.
THE HANGING TREE
The hanging tree the hanging tree
A great big cottonwood that waits for me.
Just out of town by Old Boot Hill
Where they’ll take my body and a grave they’ll fill.
Now, I don't know, but I was told
They’ll use a slow horse and a rope that's old.
Lord, have mercy on a sinner's soul
To end up in heaven was always my goal.
It's true; I’ve stole a horse or two
Even after pledging to you.
I've drank to much and loved to many
Became plain stupid and spent every penny.
Come first light I’ll greet my fate
For the hangman and I have a early date.
I'll mumble and stumble then hold my breath
As I pray for God's grace after my death.
The earliest art we know
Was painted on the walls of caves.
Man has a strange uniqueness
With art his image he saves.
Art was used to show greatness
Of pharaohs, kings and queens
Who held tight to their titles
By the use of any means.
Greeks and Macedonians
Carved statues of themselves
To stand by pools of water
Or to perch upon their shelves.
The art of the Dark Ages
Left something behind to tell
That heaven looked quite good
To those whose life was hell.
Pioneers learned to adapt
To their strange demands of life
From the moment they left home
With their wagon, children and wife.
The lone hunter of the past
Was just a man who wandered.
He returned with pelts and stories
Of campsites by the hundred.
Pioneer families planted corn
For they intended to stay.
Hostile Indians waged their war
As both sides lost loves each day.
Mother, father and each child
Had their duties to survive.
Exposed to the harsh frontier
They learned to struggle and strive.
They carved their place in history
With their lives, prayers, sweat and tools
The builders of roads, towns, cities,
Churches, bridges, mills and schools.
Man has dreamed of flying high
Since birds first avoided his spear.
Not until nineteen-o-three
Was it done despite his fear.
With gasoline and engine,
Propellers and wings for lift
The Wright brothers flew their plane
And gave mankind their gift.
Many countries built their planes
As our world became insane.
Planes were used in two world wars
With bombs and bullets to rain.
Now we fly in outer space
In search of life's creation.
Though most succeed, some will die
Pioneers of aviation.
Nothing else man can conceive
Is more luring than God's sky.
To be as one with the stars
Is the wish of all who fly.
THE CIVIL WAR
In 1860 life was good
Till its simpleness ceased one day.
The North wished to save the Union
While the South chose to break away.
America was torn apart
As six hundred thousand died.
Throughout four years of total war
Women without husbands cried.
The sad fact of the Civil War
Is what was left at its end.
Too many times, man's evil acts
Destroyed both foe and friend.
The problem was, once it began
There was no peace or compromise.
Total victory must be proclaimed
Before rage would leave men’s eyes.
Destroy all that helps the enemy
Was the cry of either side.
Anything to obtain victory
As death on horseback did ride.
Black men dressed in old uniforms
Became the Union's reserve.
They fought and died for their freedom
And their rights they earned and deserve.
Lifestyles would forever change
For all who survived the war
It had ended as it began
With sadness, misery and more.
Both sides prayed to the same God
And spoke words from the Bible.
The prayers of both were not answered
For all involved were liable.
You're the bone of my bones
Who I love for my wife.
The flesh of my flesh
And my partner in life.
For me to have and to hold
For better or for worse.
To love and to cherish
Though we might fight and curse.
Be I richer or poorer
Till death makes us part
I will give you great portions
Of my soul and my heart.
Heaven won't be heaven
If I don 't see you there
May the first to go
Be me, is my prayer.
The first stage of a family group
Begins with husband and wife.
Shelters are rented, bought or built
As they yearn for more from life.
Families are found throughout the world
In bone clusters buried in caves
Where ancient people lived and loved
Till death placed them in their graves.
Humans still have that need to group
As a family to survive
They love and care for each other
In the world in which they strive.
Families are a nation's crown jewels
Far more than a golden coin.
Members find love and sympathy
From the groups they've chosen to join.
Those who wish to advise others
Should practice what they preach
For their pupils need inspiring
To listen to what they teach.
Never give advice in a crowd
But wait till the time is right.
Speak your words with understanding
And your thoughts shall shine like light.
Elders can't help but give advice
Even if it's toward deaf ears.
They tell their stories of years gone by
With their love, sorrow and tears.
Our mothers always give advice
Eager to sound their alarm.
They warn us what to watch for
To save us from pain or harm.
Good advice helps us find our way
Though the process may seem slow.
Experience is our best teacher
Of those things we need to know.
Do not squander the passing time
For that's what life is made of
Never put off till tomorrow
Your time with those you love.
Enjoy the blessing of each day
And trust not for tomorrow.
We can't recall our yesterdays
Though their loss gives us sorrow.
Gather your pleasures while you may
While the days you have left last.
Try to become more than you are
Before you're part of the past.
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
Our house is big, though our family's small
The phone's off the hook, cause we don 't want a call.
I need you darling more than anything
For your sweet kisses make a sad man sing.
I can feel life's clock as it pounds away
While the moon says hello to the dying day.
I pray to partake every sight and sound
While I still enjoy the right side of the ground.
Nothing beats the love of a willing mate.
So little time for fun before it's too late.
The Lord made you for me and me alone
And not for others that you might have known.
Easter lilies are in full bloom
As young men think of love.
Women can feel passion within
As they view the nesting dove.
Spring hangs her blossoms on the trees
Though winter's moss is dry and dead.
As their sweet scent invades the air
Blades of grass raise their head.
Spring will soon vanish with the rose
And summer shall scorch earth again.
Daughter of heaven, mother of all
Spring's loved by both women and men.
When you chain the neck of a slave
The other end fastens to you.
Your heart and soul become corrupt
And all which is evil you’ll do.
No government shall exist forever
Who's people are not really free.
Though around the world there are those
Who stay blind to how life should be.
Any who must enslave others
Will dwell in their own living hell
After death, they’ll join their master
In that place from heaven he fell.
But till then we’ll fight and resist
Making them put their chains away
And those of us who may die first
From Heaven shall watch and pray.
Every man should be a soldier
As it was with Romans and Greeks
For evil loves to steal men's souls
And strike freedom from their cheeks.
It's not the guns or armament
Or the flags which fly in parade
But love and cooperation
That stops the devil's charade.
Always remember those who march
To the roll of muffled drums
Many we know, shall not return
Except to sleep beneath the mums.
Glorious is this world of ours
And the way we feel within
Where sometimes love plants its seed
In the hearts of women and men.
Marvelous is our beautiful world
And all the heavens above.
If we would just do our duty
Our world would be full of love.
Our world resembles a ruthless game
Where all are eager players.
There's smiles of joy and tears of woe
With hate, lust, love and prayers.
Our world is cruel to those who feel
And a joke to those who think.
Like the wind blown pages of a book
Our years fly by in a blink.
Tears are the raindrops of the soul
And there's one for all who die.
They are the silent words of grief
As they fall free from the eye.
The shortest verse in the Bible
Is the one where Jesus wept
So, if you hold back tears, shed them
When your pains too harsh to accept.
Tears are lovelier than a smile
When they come from those you love
As they seek relief from sadness
When you're summoned from above.
Tears are a love-mates humble gift
When it's time to say goodbye
Though the eyes are wet and swollen
With time and patience they dry.
The skies of night have a thousand eyes
Where the skies of day have but one.
Night's black mantle covers us all
With the setting of the sun.
He who shares stars with a woman
Will have happiness at night.
Mixed with hugs and words of love
Their future together is bright.
Late at night, when most are asleep
And dream of another day
Those who stare at God's moon
May say “thank you” as they pray.
So, let us drink the wine of night
And feast on the silence of stars
While earth is bathed in holy light
And seen without its scars.
Our youth comes once in a lifetime
And numerous are its schemes.
Book of beginnings without end
With its illusions and its dreams.
We always remember our youth
Never to return again.
We wish it could last forever
Like the sea, the earth and wind.
Our youth we live just once
While it's hot, able and bold.
There's plenty of time when it's gone
To be weak, cautious and cold.
Many brave souls lived before now
Unwept and unknown by their face.
Lost somewhere in the distant night
Till a poet chronicles their grace.
True bravery is shown by performing
Without witness what one might be
Capable of before the world
Without any or all to see.
How great the brave who rest in peace
All blessings from heaven to earth.
They gave our country but their best
Those destined to be brave from birth.
ADAM THE LONELY
Adam, the lonely was chased from God's land
When Eve picked that apple with her foolish hand.
Delilah, the evil, cut a champion's hair off
When Samson; the strong man's heart became soft.
David the shepherd, a king among men
Was teased by Bathsheba and driven to sin.
A man needs a woman to build up his pride
To bolster his ego and to lay by his side.
Life mates are a treasure and difficult to find
I feel like a blind man who's lost in a mine.
Lord, I'm a sad soul with no hand to hold
Searching for someone who'll love me when I’m old.
It's quite easy to give a smile
When life flows along like a song
Though it becomes more difficult
As everything seems to go wrong.
The one thing that goes the furthest
Towards making our lives more worthwhile
Which costs the least but does the most
Is the sight of a friendly smile.
It's full of love and goodness too
With human kindness mostly meant.
It's worth more than a golden coin
But it doesn't cost a cent.
A person worthwhile is the one
Who will never put you on trial.
No bitter poison mixed with fear
As they simply give you their smile.
The stands are full of eager fans
Who say, we're paid too much money!
But if they would put our suits on
They'd find football isn't funny.
Twenty-two men and five referees
Chasing a pigskin, air filled ball.
Mashing and bashing all the way
Till the striped shirts whistle their call.
All the generals on the sideline
Are waging their athletic war.
And the letters in the words they use
Never amount to more than four.
There's no substitute for winning
And no excuse for losing.
Though after games; when we can't sleep
It's because of all the bruising.
THE KANSAS FRONTIER
Coronado, in his search to find gold for Spain
Was the first European on the green Kansas plane.
Explorers and traders were arriving from France.
They saw the buffalo and the Indians who danced.
At the mouth of the Kaw were campfires in the dark
Two men by the river named Lewis and Clark.
Large numbers of Indians, forced out from the East
Resettled to Kansas where the buffalo feast.
So, many a cowboy decided to stay
It wasn't very long and most Indians were forced away.
When Missouri joined the Union; the slave states equaled the free.
Which way would Kansas vote, congress was anxious to see.
The Heart-Landers were bleeding; their towns were on fire
As raiders from the slave states tried to force their desire.
The settlement of Lawrence was sacked by a mob
In revenge came John Brown, who would murder and rob.
Kansas joined the Union as the Civil War began.
After four long years of tragedy, many women lost their man.
Cattle trails met the railroads as they pushed across the state.
Farmers planted corn and wheat as the buffalo awaited their fate.
Those frontier days have long since gone
Though the sunflower is still here.
My childhood home of Kansas
Where the buffalo roam with the deer.
SOLDIER FOR THE LORD
I'm a soldier for the Lord
Who’s been up and who's been down
Though while on the battlefield
I have never turned around.
I face more than flesh and blood
With the devil's evil hoard.
But they shall not steal my soul
For I swing my Lord's swift sword.
I wear all of God's armor
With helmet, breastplate and shield.
As Satan’s arrows fly by
From his archers of the field.
The devil casts his dark net
Over any he may charm.
He’ll lead them from salvation
With his hands upon their arm.
I battle evil daily
And I pray that you’ll join me.
We're not alone in this world
For we're loved and watched by Thee.
Hatred has plagued man since we wore skins of fur
Beating our enemies with stick and stone.
History has proven what we refuse to learn
As the seeds of hate by conflict are sown.
It's a fact, hate has been caused by religion
Or by those of different pigment of skin.
It's also a fact it's mostly jealousy
Mixed with the stupidity of men.
If hatred consumes you refuse it control
For only then can you begin to live.
We don't have to remain wicked and spiteful
We just have to be willing to forgive.
God has always had his poets
Who He watches with love from space.
But Satan has his poets too
Who try to lead us from our grace.
King Solomon was a poet
Who spoke of love, life, death and war.
That lips were like threads of scarlet
And that breasts were roses and more.
The wild birds sing and flowers bloom
As clouds form figures in the sky.
But only humans will write poems
That shall last long after they die.
The eldest sister of all arts
Which some have called the devils wine.
Poetry is but pure passion
To stimulate the heart and mind.
THE COAL MINER
Coal mines in my daddy's day
Were dug with strong hands and back.
They got larger and deeper
As the lungs of the miners turned black.
Cave-ins, fires and explosions
Were my father’s daily fear.
But what choice has a man
When the wolf of hunger is near.
With three small kids and a wife
There were five stomachs to fill.
As we lived in poverty
In our shack below a hill.
I feel his blood within me
As the years of my life pass by
I'm proud that dad dug King Cole
For a miner so am I.
Life to me is but a rose
Though it's thorns can make me cry.
And like my dad before me
To my Lord I will not lie.
In cold earth someday I’ll sleep
With a shinny stone above.
Carved in it, shall be the words
I have known the joy of love.
As flowers pop forth from the soil
And the birds begin to sing.
The cold north wind sleeps once more
And a gardener knows it's spring.
Daffodils are always first
Sometimes before the snow shrinks.
Tulips are the next to bloom
With their reds, yellows and pinks.
Then come the purple iris
Whose scent makes men think of love.
Along with the sweet lilac
They give life's romance a shove.
When I was young and foolish
I sowed my oats all around.
Now that I'm old and married
I plant seeds and bulbs in the ground.
D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict
That fore shadowed the end of Hitler's dream.
The largest joint combat landing ever
Though the blood from both sides flowed like a stream.
When their boats hit the sand, their ramps went down
And all within paid a visit to hell.
They jumped out to do good for their country
And to kill the enemy without fail.
They fought the Germans, tides, winds and the waves
In conditions not easily foreseen.
By night the battle was in our favor
With bravery, valor, death and men who scream.
The corpses littered the beach for five miles
Though heroism had carried the day.
With literally thousands dead or wounded
Those who were left were determined to stay.
They faced great odds and chose not to protest
And won the war that put evil to shame.
Most came home, married and raised their babies
But those who could not we recall with pain.
Our happiness doesn’t always depend
On our social standing in life.
Instead good health, with just pursuits
And the love of a child, husband or wife.
Whatever the blessings life may bring
We gladly clutch despite our desires.
Happiness grows like fruit on the vine
Unwelcome to be plucked by liars.
We’re never as happy or unhappy
As we suppose ourselves to be.
Sadly, some live half a lifetime
Before the light of knowledge we see.
True happiness is a wonderful gift
A joy of life, from God to man.
Though most fear it can’t last
We pray to have it, as long as we can.
Happiness helps prolong our days
Though most human joys are swift of wing.
Heaven allots how much we’ll have
As of love and deliverance we sing.
The sad sound of muffled drums at roll
Tell the parting of a brave heart’s soul.
A ghostly guard of women and men
Never more to give love again.
Courageous once with weapon in hand
Marching to battle to defend their land.
They served our country and went through hell
And because of them, we still prevail.
Praise the brave that lay without sound
Whose bodies sleep in timeless ground.
Forget them not, whose motives were true
Those names on crosses heavy with dew.
Sunday, December the seventh
In the year of 1941
While most of Hawaii still slept
Came the planes of the Rising Sun.
Waves of bombers and fighters flew
From the decks of the Japanese ships.
While our planes were still on the ground
"Banzai" was spoken from their lips.
The winds of war had been blowing
Across the oceans of our earth
Though not till Pearl had been bombed
Did we realize what freedom’s worth.
Wars are fought and won on two fronts
At home and on the battle line.
Both are equally important
When war consumes our heart and mind.
The attack brought us World War II
With death, pain and separation.
All who had served were well aware
Of their sacrifice for nation.
The harder the conflict we sometimes face
The far more glorious is the victory.
Tyranny like hell is tough to defeat
When it raises its head throughout history.
War never leaves a country as it was
When neutrality is a word disregarded.
As the murderous hands of man himself
Are to blame for all who have departed.
THE MURDEROUS HAND of MAN
War I hate, though not men, flags nor race
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die
Then we're not fit to greet those who cry.
What distinguishes war isn't death
But that man is slain by fellow man.
Crushed by cruelty and injustice
With his enemy's murderous hand.
War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers won't suffer alone.
The essence of war is but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.
NIGHT of NIGHTS
In the tiny town of Bethlehem
Born in a stable, an infant lie.
While He slept his first dreamless night
A whole universe of stars passed by.
When Jesus Christ our Savior was born
Most of the angels began to sing
Of peace, and good will to all mankind
And hallelujah to earth's new King.
There were those angels, who did not sing
For they had passed through the devil's gate.
They knew this young lad belonged to God
And for them salvation was too late.
So let's rejoice, and sing with great cheer
That night when Jesus slept without fear.
For our Lord's birthday comes once a year
On that night of nights we hold so dear.
D-DAY THE WALL
Over two hundred rangers scaled "The Wall"
A stone cliff over one hundred feet tall.
Some of them made it all the way to the top
While others fell and perished from their drop.
Those who climbed over, had answered God's call
For men to stop evil once and for all.
They fought the Germans and destroyed their guns
To save the lives of our fathers and sons.
So many years have passed since then
When our world's future was saved by brave men.
We cannot forget the hell they went through
Before the skies, of war turned blue.
CREDIT CARD CHRISTMAS
Christmas is coming and our cards are all maxed
My wife says don't fret, just try to relax.
But her car needs breaks, and mine needs new tires.
Tax time is coming yet, we're still buyers.
For beneath our tree, there’s one empty place
Which we’ll buy gifts for that will fill up the space.
Cause what fun is Christmas if we can't give out gifts
That kids tear open as the snow outside drifts.
We’ll light up the fire, and have a Christmas feast
Say thank you to God, for saving us from the beast.
It may seem silly, but we can't help but share
It's that time of year to show others we care.
Nature like man sometimes weeps with joy
As rain drops plummet and the living grow.
Soon there after its fair weather once more
With spectrums of color arching that glow.
Some day’s can't help but be dark and dreary
A common fate which has been shared by all.
The earth needs rain to water it’s thirsty
And into each life some moisture must fall.
Behind storm clouds the sun is still shinning
So never give up when your sad of heart.
What mad sailors curse, poor farmers pray for
Cause without God's rain all life would depart.
Our workers are our saviors
The redeemers of every race.
From those who built the pyramids
To the rockets for outer space.
With our fingers weary and worn
And our eyelids heavy and red
We feel we've earned God's blessings
As we lay down our sleepy head.
After death there’ll be lots of rest
Though the living must suffer toil
For every thing that man must have
Comes from the air, the sea and soil.
"Yes" labor is part of life on earth
For without it we make no gains.
By work we receive life's rewards
As fortunes are made by our pains.
The cold winds of winter play tunes with the trees
Though now they sound different when striped of their leaves.
Our warm days have gone and for spring we must wait
And all who are in love pray it won't be too late.
The snow has piled high on the rooftops of town
As small birds huddle in the bushes they’ve found.
Everywhere are snowmen standing as guards
While children throw snowballs from forts in their yards.
Winter’s cold days are dreary and often cruel
But their hardships are used by God as a tool.
His reasons for seasons fit His grand plan
To strengthen the souls of both woman and man.
SOME MEN PRAY
Some men pry to marry the woman they love
Where my prayers can't help but somewhat vary
As I humbly pray to heaven above
That I am loved by the woman I marry.
The essence of love is its spiritual fire
And there’s nothing more sought after on earth.
Man's only escape is his own flight
But what, without love would his life be worth.
Love can be man’s worst pain or best pleasure
A dangerous gamble he must take in life.
For he who falls in love with the wrong woman
Shall find all he's worked for belongs to his wife.
A nations wealth is not it's wheat, oil or gold
But the people who live there both young and old.
Their wealth is a product of mans daily toil
Be they swing wars saber or plow God's soil.
Our riches can certainly grow their own wings
Though it's love that keeps us happy not things.
When we become rich beyond our wildest dreams
That's when Satan always pursues us it seems.
Let no one fall victim to their surplus wealth
For when it happens they’ll find they've lost their health.
All wealth either serves or governs its holder
As we who strive wear life's cross on our shoulder.
I remember the house where I was born
With its paint peeling off and its screens all torn.
Behind our back fence the trains would roll by
Spewing forth black smoke which darkened the sky.
On our front porch was a swing made of wood
Where I might pretend I was Robin Hood.
A soldier, a sailor, a captain, or king
A lion, a tiger or birds that sing.
Now in the night as I think before sleep
I still can recall all I wish to keep.
Those kisses I stole on summer nights past
Which molded my life as though it were cast.
Life's memories come to those who must, wait
As they pray their blessings won't be too late.
Myself I have known love, wealth, war and more
Though soon God's angels shall tap at my door.
UN soldiers fought and were forced to retreat
Behind sandbags protected by barbwire hoops.
Many GI's died as they held off attacks
By 810,000 Communist troops.
Our guys used phosphorus, flame-throwers and napalm
For without these weapons they could not survive.
The Communist charges led by buglers
Till the UN could start it's offensive drive.
On the battlefield of death and misery
Many froze with their hands still stuck to their guns.
While others hobbled with their boots wrapped in rags
City boys, farmers, students, fathers and sons.
With a million and a half dead or wounded,
Both sides singed a truce before generals involved.
July 27th, 1953
And though thousands were orphaned, nothing was solved.
BULLETS AND BARBWIRE
We awoke to the crack of rifle fire,
With mortar rounds hitting the ground near by
The flying shrapnel was absorbed by sand bags
Which saved lots of us who wished not to die.
The hot spent shell casings fell to the ground
As the VC charged our fortified hill.
We killed so many the stench made us sick
While we fought to live and not for a thrill.
Barbwire, bullets and clay-mores took their toll
As red and green tracers lit up the sky.
Before long I was the last GI left
When napalm caused my enemy to fry.
Fleeing the sound of our choppers gunfire
The enemy retreated to the caves and trees.
Then I cried, "thank you " to heaven above
As I checked out my buddies on my knees.
Somehow I managed to survive the day
Though many I've served with names I have read
Carved in the shinny black stone of The Wall
Are my comrades of war, among the dead.
It was June the 4th 1942,
As I was floating in the ocean alone
The ship I had sailed on, sank to the bottom
And I thought I would never again, see home.
The Japanese fleet had steamed in from the east
With the intentions of capturing Midway.
Though they were stopped by American war ships
Whose guns, bombs and torpedoes planes saved the day.
All night long, I watched the fireworks of war
And on the second day we turned up the heat.
As big bombers from Hawaii dropped their loads
On Japanese ships who soon chose to retreat.
An imperial pilot came floating close by
Who had been chewed on by the beasts of the sea.
I couldn't help but feel passion for this is man
Who had answered his call just like me.
When it was over, I was plucked from the deep
By men in a lifeboat just after the dawn.
For two days I had watched the battle for, Midway
Now it's quiet and the enemy has gone.
I drifted all night and was loosing my hope
Before by the moon's light I saw dry land.
I floated over and through its reefs to the beach
Where I quickly smoothed out my tracks in the sand.
All I had was my dagger and a canteen
And it was May 4th of 43.
Just me alone on an enemy island
Wasn't a safe place for a sailor to be.
I felt I could kill in less than a heartbeat
If that's what it took for me to survive.
I’d already said thanks so many times
For” God” was the reason I was alive.
Off in the dark, I herd two men's voices
Laughing and talking in a language not mine.
Inch by inch I crept to their campsite
Where on what they were eating, I would soon dine.
I stabbed them both and took their fish, rice and wine;
Then ran my way back to the raft by the beach.
Soon I was floating in the ocean again
And far enough out where bullets couldn't reach.
The next day I was picked up by a seaplane
Whose crew spotted my sail from the air.
Once inside and safe, I cried like a child
For the dead whom would forever be there.
It was hard to believe heaven let me live
A farm boy from Kansas, in high school last year.
My girlfriend is blond and she hates it I 'm gone
Though I'm a veteran of battle, death, and fear.
Wine was served at the Last Supper
And guzzled in King Arthur's court.
Wine can make a sad man happy
And a mean woman turn good sport!
YOUR ALL I EVER DREAMED OF
My Greatest gift from Heaven
Are my moments shared with you
This Valentine’s Day I wish to express
All the wonderful things you do.
Without a doubt I must convey
My absolute need for my wife.
I thank God, for all you are
And how you accentuate my life.
You’re all I ever dreamed of
And far more than I deserve.
I’ll adore you with great passion
As our love I shall preserve.
Happy Valentine’s Day
With All My Love
A game called prison ball was enjoyed in France
while English boys played rounder in short pants.
Town ball was the game that Americans played
While friends and family watched from the shade.
American baseball became alive
With Cartwright's rules of 1845.
Civil War soldiers played behind the lines
To help pass time and soothe troubled minds.
Professional baseball got its start
When the National League performed its part.
Soon after fans would pay to see the games
As the players traveled by boats and trains.
From April to October, players play
Half the time at home and half away
By thirty, it's time for most to retire
Before they're consumed by game time desire.
Once in command, he boxed in the British
At Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights
Overlooking the Brits at his mercy
As his men took aim with their cannon sites.
The British commander had but one choice
To sail to New York to renew the fight.
Where the English had much greater forces
Who soon chased Washington's men in full flight.
They continued on to Pennsylvania
After crossing the Hudson in retreat
With the British forces in hot pursuit
It looked as though George was doomed to defeat.
When winter seemed to have stopped the fighting
That's when Washington crossed the Delaware.
On Christmas night he captured Trenton
Where Hessians were surprised and unaware.
He whipped the British at Princeton
Where in victory his men began to sing.
Washington then wintered at Morristown
Training his troops for the combat of spring.
Washington fought bravely at Brandywine
And again at a place called Germantown
But the British were the victorious ones
As the dead of both sides covered the ground.
Americans were blessed early that spring
When the French entered the war on their side.
Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge
With the help of the French they marched in stride.
The battles raged on, in the North and South
As the King’s soldiers laid waste to the land.
Washington himself was in great despair
Pleading for aid for his weakened command.
His prayers were answered by 5000 troops
And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay.
They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown
Who surrendered to victory drums at play.
Yorktown was really the end of the war
Though not many quite realized that fact yet.
But the British soon grew tired of the fight
And the terms for its end were signed and set.
Washington yearned to retire at home
But his country chose him first president.
Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support
For they believed that "he," by God, was sent.
I've got a brand new Harley
And a tank full of gas.
A beautiful woman behind me
And we're not driving fast.
We're pulling a trailer
With a tent packed inside.
For camping beneath the stars
Just me and my bride.
Come morning we’ll go fishing
Below the damn of Table Rock
Where the big trout all hide
From those anglers who talk.
We’ll bait our hooks with salmon eggs
And catch a pan or two.
Strike a fire and cook a meal
And fear not the morrow’s new
We left our cars at home
Cause we chose to go two wheeling.
As we cling to our best on wheels
It gives us a special feeling!
It's a time of plenty and a time for prayer
A time for families to gather and share.
It's a time to remember those pilgrims past
A time to celebrate life, while it last.
As we bow our heads around the table
With turkey, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie.
Before we feast we’ll thank our Lord
For the blessings of the year gone by.
Old Jack Frost is freezing on the windows
As outside the bitter wind blows.
While inside there's a red, hot fire
Which welcomes and warms both hearts and souls.
General quarters, general quarters
All hands man your battle station!
Sunday morning, December the 7th
As war confronted our nation.
We soon found out it wasn't a drill
But instead it was war for real.
As you watch the death of friends and shipmates
It's more anger than fear you feel.
Japanese warplanes came flying in low
As I took aim with my gun sight.
From the deck of a ship anchored at Pearl
Damaged, though crew still eager to fight.
I saw the face of a pilot, who crashed
Surrounded by black smoke and fire.
Some of my bullets must have found their mark.
For his death was but my desire!
Two thousand, three hundred and twenty-three killed
In a battle less than two hours.
With the heart of our Pacific fleet gone
Japan had flexed their naval powers.
The bombing and strafing of ships and troops
Caused our congress to declare full war.
Where many a man laid down his life
Fighting for flag, country and more.
Okinawa was to be our last stop
Before we invaded Japan.
The largest landing of the Pacific war
As our soldiers ran across the sand.
At first our marines were scarcely opposed
But on the fifth day hell they found.
A solid wall of human resistance
Firing their weapons from caves in the ground.
Air power and big guns had little affect
On their cliff forts carved deep in the limestone.
It took man against man to root them out
As flying bullets pierced flesh and bone.
Kamikaze pilots crashed their planes
Knocking out transports and war ships.
As the Imperial air force struck our fleet
Cries of fear and hate spewed from lips.
One hundred, ten thousand Japanese
By the end of the battle were killed.
Over twelve thousand Americans died
Before, just our flag flew over the field.
Those who wish to be President
Must practice what they teach.
For their people need inspiring
To believe what they preach.
Take heed therefore, unto yourselves
You overseers of the flock
Or the voters shall cast you out
For your futures are not of rock.
Life may place you in deep waters
Though it doesn't wish you to drown.
It's your past record that lets us know
Who you are as you smile or frown.
If you wish to be remembered
From the truth you must never part.
Power corrupts the best of us
When we stop listening to our heart.
The planting of flowers around a humble house
Does as much as a big smile on a common face.
Like those heavenly bodies aloft in the night
Which adorn with their brightness the darkness of space.
King Solomon spoke of earth’s flowers in the Bible
And that where they appear the birds begin to sing.
The voices of love can be heard across the land
And that lilies and roses are a sacred thing.
Cultivate the soil and be fruitful with seed
Behold as God’s flowers rise from earth again.
For the sweet scent of blossoms invading the air
Fans the fires of passion in both women and men.
Liberty is to be free and independent
Without slavery, imprisonment, or loss of right.
Though bit-by-bit many try to steal it away
For if they were to take it all at once, we'd fight.
So protect your liberty that others don't have
For beside life, there's nothing more precious on earth.
Too many have yearned, fought, suffered, and died for it
And we must never lose sight of what liberty's worth.
Evil loves to strike liberty from the cheeks of all
And it's been that way since the beginning of time.
For a mind that's not allowed to have a free thought
Becomes but a slave to the masters of mankind.
MY CHANGING YEARS
People don't speak as loud anymore
And I can't hear their knock at my door.
To see things, I find, that I must strain
And in most my joints, I now feel pain.
I battle my bulges every day
And worry more what the scales may say.
I know my body can't stay the same
I've too many years of work to blame.
My children's pictures on the wall
Help to remind me I've had a ball.
I thank the Lord for my patient wife
Who's put up with me most of her life.
Of all the pleasures that life may bring
It's still God's blessings that make me sing.
I shall not fret, may heaven forbid
Cause I can't look as good as I did.
THAT OLD COVERED BRIDGE
We returned to that old covered bridge
Where as sweethearts we used to go.
To kiss, hug, and squeeze in the shadows
While beneath us the water would flow.
Up under its wood roof of shingles
Is where we took refuge from the rains.
Carved in some boards within that old bridge
Side by side you’ll still find our names.
Our memories of our past childhood
Are a gift from God for us to keep.
Like that picture you once gave me
Which I peaked at before I could sleep.
We find ourselves back at that old bridge
Only now, with our kids to catch fish.
We pray someday that they'll find love
And come here with someone, just to wish.
BOXERS, PAST & PRESENT
The Greek and Roman athletes
Wore studs of iron on each hand
Beating and clawing each other
Like two tigers on the sand.
The English called it boxing first
To pound someone with your fist.
Mostly it was done for money
But sometimes by those just pissed.
Matches of the bare-knuckle days
Lasted fifty rounds or more
'Till one man's towel would be thrown in
As he lay upon the floor.
Boxers now use soft leather gloves
With their hands wrapped in cotton.
Wearing a mouthpiece for teeth and lips
They fight like those forgotten.
Those who wish to be, not forgotten
Just days after they're dead and gone.
Must write such things worth remembering
Or commit acts, worth passing on.
We think highly of those who create
Goodness and beauty around them.
But those who squander their lives away
Our predictions for them are grim.
The fame of people should always be
Estimated by the means they used.
It’s human breath that promotes most fame
Often unwholesome and abused.
The perfume of good deeds projects fame
Performed by those with great passion.
Not by persons in corrupt temples
Whose honesty, they must ration.
Three hundred years after Christ's birth
Just south of Rome on fertile land
Grew the sweetest queen of all flowers
Roses cultivated by man.
The poet Horace once expressed
That roses were worth more than grain
Seed fills a hungry man's stomach
Where roses feed his heart and brain.
Flourishing in ancient China,
Grown by monks for two thousand years.
Roses symbolized man's passion
For envy, sadness, love and tears.
Nero spent fortunes on roses
Whose petals showered down on his guests
He wished to teach his subjects
That roses were an emperor's best.
So take down your shovels and plant
Placing roses around your home.
For their sweet scent and great beauty
Are from heaven to us on loan.
Life is simply a circus
With too many fools on the stage.
There 's greed, fear and indifference
As many hearts suffer from rage.
Divorce is like a bad book
Where the heroes get killed off to soon.
When we reach the point the light goes out
Then we’ll stand up and leave the room.
Without love we become such fools
In a desert which has gone all dry.
When the one we love ignores us
There’s nothing to do but cry.
The worst curse that one can endure
Are those who just wish to take.
When all we give is our own love
To find out we've made a mistake.
Of all the prizes life may bring
To be loved is by far the best.
That's why so many search for it
For without love, what good is the rest?
The path of justice shines like a light
On any whose guilt is known by all.
There's no virtue so truly great
As when the sword of justice must fall.
Except for the selfish of earth
That, which is unjust, pleases none.
I would rather die in exile
Than be a victim on the run.
Those who pass judgment to quickly
Without hearing the other side
Never wish to be just at all
But wicked and shallow inside.
The spirits of the just are kind
For hate has not consumed their soul.
The mills of judgment grind slowly
When justice with mercy's our goal.
THE POT FARMER
I got out my pipe and stuffed it with pot
You better believe, it held a whole lot.
I whipped out a lighter and thumbed up a flame
Then sucked down that smoke which comforts my brain.
I tried alcohol; and smoked cigarettes
Though, they did nothing, but give me regrets.
My mom had arthritis and couldn't walk around
When I rolled her a joint, she danced on the ground.
I thought I was losing my lovemaking knack
But, after I smoked some, to me it came back.
Soon I decided prices were too high
So I searched for some ground I wouldn't have to buy.
I bargained for seeds from smokers all around
Then, got in my truck and drove out of town.
I walked through the woods where the wild birds nest
And found me the meadow I thought was the best.
I dug up the ground and sowed all my seeds
Then said a small prayer for strong, healthy weeds.
I watered at night with a five-gallon pail
The mosquitoes went hungry for I wore a veil.
Seven months went by; I thought I would die
Till the Halloween moon was high in the sky.
One night I went out, in my camouflage suit
And used a corn knife to chop down the loot.
I hung it up to dry where it couldn't be found.
Then came back and got it, when it had turned brown.
I trimmed off the buds, and stuffed them in bags
Called all my friends and passed out free drags.
In less then a week, my crop was gone!
But, I flew to St. Thomas with love hungry blonde.
BODY HEAT 1O5
We drank several glasses of champagne
In the living room of her house.
Around 9:30 that evening
I found myself in her blouse.
I fondled and kissed her so gently
Like the soft footsteps of a mouse.
To my surprise, she opened her eyes
And said, “look, we're not going to play house.”
I right away replaced her clothing
And buttoned her blouse once more.
There was no doubt of my defeat
As I lay there upon the floor.
She said, “tell the truth, are you angry?”
I answered, by far I was not
"It's more important what you think of me
Than what I may not have got."
She wiped away a tear from both eyes
And said, "you're my kind of man."
At that point, she did arise
And to me she held out her hand
She led me away like a blind man
Who had somehow lost his cane.
When we reached her bedroom door
I thought I'd gone insane.
Before long, we found ourselves naked
As she held me in her palm.
Can you dare imagine, my friend
How hard it was for me to stay calm?
We touched all the forbidden places
As our body heats reached 105.
If love's relief had not been achieved
I doubt if we'd still be alive.
GETTING OVER HER
I thought we'd raise our only child
And feed him with a spoon
But, his mother loves another
And they're on a honeymoon.
All my friends say I must stop
Loving her, of course
So I drove my Ford to a honky tonk
Still lonely from divorce.
From out of my chair, I must get up
And ask someone to dance
For, if I plan to get over her
I know I'll need romance.
The dance floor is almost full
Of country kings and queens.
I feel a pair of eyes
Just checking out my jeans.
I can see a smiling face
I'm almost at a run
For I know if I dance
I'm going to have some fun.
She stands up from her table
And reaches for my hand
Then I lead the both of us
Right up in front of the band.
Somebody turned the spotlight
Toward the dance floor ball.
She is so beautiful
I'm afraid I might fall.
Here I go, a-gambling
A gambling with my heart
For when I love a woman
It always hurts to part.
A MAN'S BEST FRIEND
A man’s best friend is still his faithful dog
Who anxiously awaits his return home.
Where would man be without his canine love
When his human mates have left him alone.
If a man was as good as his dog thinks
He'd be more famous than a football star.
It's too bad our wives don't feel the same way
I guess its because they know how we are.
Man has no fear of his dog's love for life
Though it’s usually man who buries his pet.
It matters not be they large or small
What animal has loved man more, as yet?
Hollywood woman, I'm in love with you
Though you're always on your own stage.
Some days you love me and some days you don't
No wonder I'm in such a rage.
You baited your hook
Then threw me a line
And like a big crayfish
I thought you were mine.
But you have that fever
To fish other streams
And you’ll be the cause
Of many men’s dreams.
For other men have loved you
And other men have cried
Every last one of them
Has felt you inside.
Before long you’ll grow old
And your looks shall fade
And all you’ll have left
Is your video parade.
Those who once loved you
Will be dead or gone
And you’ll lie alone
In silence till dawn.
To tell you the truth, it still hurts to share
Even though with him your heart is not there.
I've tried hard to think what brought this about
For we're not the type who enjoy sneaking out.
Your husband, my wife, were into themselves.
Like old Christmas toys, they placed us on our shelves.
Somehow we managed to take ourselves down
And found one another while out on the town.
You gave me your number for reasons well known
And now you weep as you drive home alone.
It's hard to make love when the romance is dead
It causes confusion in your heart and your head.
There's a battle inside as your mind and heart fight;
While you lie by the wrong one in the middle of the night.
We now know the meaning to the words of that song
That it hurts to love someone and to the wrong one belong.
THE SEED of LOVE
A kindly woman can make a sad man sing
With her love and affection winter seems like spring.
Of all the pleasures in life given to a man
There's nothing beats the touch of a woman's soft hand.
God saw Adam alone on Eden's floor
Then decided to give him Eve’s love and much more.
So take what you need from she chosen for you
Then rid thyself of others and to her be true.
The Lord planted love within mankind's heart
Though things can grow sour when from Him we depart.
Love and hate are but two sides of life's golden coin
So be ready for both no matter whom you join.
After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack
America now mourns to her very core.
Though soon her enemies shall all but flee
From the sound of America waging full war.
Let there be no doubt, no doubt at all
That the devil has decided to give us a call.
We shall defeat hell’s soldiers and cast them out
And if we die; that's what freedom is about.
We shall seek them out wherever they may hide
Street by street, house-by-house, cave by cave.
They will be eradicated from the face of the earth
By the righteous, the loyal and the brave.
No ear nor tongue may ever tell
All the tortures of mankind.
No voice is so soft and clear
As the conscience of our mind.
It is our one true sanctuary
Where God alone makes the rules!
The guardian of our souls
Which keeps us from being fools.
Our conscience makes us righteous
It's a whisper of God in man.
For without it we're mere puppets
Who dance to the devil's hand.
There's a statue in a harbor
Which stands for who, and what, we are.
She's a symbol of liberty
For mankind, both, here and far.
Many have wished to knock her down
Though high in the sky she still stands.
Just like the people beneath her
There's justice in her heart and hands.
Our lady of freedom guides us
To defeat evildoers in war
And those of us, who shall survive
Will honor her forever more.
They choose their opportunities
To become strong, not weak
By pulling up their boot straps
They acquire the dreams they seek.
Their personal goals of well-being
Will never stand in the way
Of doing their public duty
No matter what others may say.
Their devotion shall prove contagious
It's the brilliance of their kind
What you find in most of them
Is great character of mind.
With faith and courage, they must live
For their lives to be complete
With good morals and family life
They’ll triumph, even in defeat.
They are raised to participate
Within their community
With their fellow men and women
They enrich life and liberty.
GOOD AND EVIL
Good and evil have fought since day one
Long before earth's weapons of steel.
Humans must choose whom they’ll follow
Depending before who they kneel.
Satan sees the power of God
And to destroy it, is his plan
Just like He who suffered the cross
A victim of the hate of man.
The darts of hell upon the winds
Can impale us at anytime.
Yet we who serve that which is right
Shall swarm forth to the battle line.
So listen up you souls of grim
For the righteous are on their way.
One by one we’ll seek you out
Till the end of our dying day!
Put on the whole armor of God
And victorious we shall be.
Fighting the powers of darkness
Who hate America, the free.
We wrestle more than flesh and blood
With evildoers and their ways.
With our faith and patriotism
We’ll survive the darkest days.
Take heed therefore, Satan's soldiers
You cowards who hide in a cave.
Your days are numbered on this earth
For you shall be judged by the brave.
Our love of country guides us
As we hunt you throughout our globe.
Justice for all who are guilty
Who have our blood upon their robe.
What a righteous man may or may not have
Is far better than a wicked man’s gold piled high.
As all of us came forth from our mothers womb
Naked we’ll return when it's our time to die.
The greater the riches acquired by lying tongues
The greater the poverty received after death.
For the profits of earth are for all mankind
Not just for those who rise by dishonest breath.
Some gain wisdom by their own suffering
While others find they suffer from their own conceit.
Far greater is wealth by doing what is right
Than any revenues obtained by deceit.
Be not afraid if you find that you prosper
And the glory of your house has increased.
For none of which you may acquire
Shall follow you after you are deceased.
Sorrow is better than laughter
For by grieving, we're improved.
Blessed be all who morn
Till from sadness they're removed.
After death our souls shall fly
Perhaps from star to star
Reaching our destination
To find Heaven’s gate ajar.
God made us able to cry
Sorrow teaches us to fear
Those days were selfish and cruel
When life is so short and dear.
Time wipes tears from all faces
Whose hearts are tuned to sorrow.
Those that cry a thousand tears
Shall be blessed by tomorrow.
BESIDES LOVE MEN NEED FISHING
Besides love men need fishing
And for both, most are wishing
Catching trophies chosen best
To be envied by the rest.
Fishing is a game of sport
Loved by all, both tall and short.
We must fool the fish’s eye
If we plan to stir and fry.
Some use boats while others wade
As they fish the sun or shade.
Ice-cold drinks help pass the day
While life’s troubles fade away.
Most men feel they've everything
With their rod, hook, cork and string.
Be it river, pond or lake
We all pray our line won't break.
Husbands with ladders hang lights on their home
As all who have no one feel sad and alone.
The churches are full of the faithful that sing
For the birth of our Lord, is a spiritual thing.
The sound of Christmas sweetly fills the air
While frantic shoppers hustle from here to there.
The windows of storefronts at this time of year
Reflect all their wonders as Christmas draws near.
Little ones stand looking with their nose pressed to glass
As model trains on display come speeding past.
The path to Santa is lined with girls and boys
With a list in their heart of their favorite toys.
The stores shelves are crammed with dolls that crawl or walk
Games, cars, trucks, planes and stuffed toys that sing or talk.
The miracle of Christmas comes once a year
When all that we love seems more precious and dear.
MY TRUE LOVE
Lord, have mercy on my soul
For all the wrong I've done
When I was young and foolish
And searching for some fun.
My daddy told me, son
You reap what you sow
Everything I’ve learned the hard way
Are the only things I know.
I searched all the honky tonks
And every bar in town
The right woman for me to love
I had not yet found.
My mother always said
Why not look at church
There’s where you’ll find
The right one to end your search.
So, here I am singing a song
To the music of a choir
Next to me is my true love
Who sets my heart on fire.
I can see her left hand
And there’s my wedding ring
She catches me peeking at her
With every line we sing.
A man and wife are equally yoked
In everything they do
That's why I celebrate
God saving me for you!
We never know what life may bring
And drop into our hands.
We just have to live and wait
The outcome of God's plans.
My reciting seemed to delight her
Though for me it was love at first sight.
When she found out I was a poet
She asked, what kind do you write?
Love poems, mostly, I told her
While we walked alone in the park
Love's fever became even warmer
As two shadows embraced in the dark
I'll always remember when first we met
I whispered a poem in her ear.
Ever since then how happy I've been
And other women I've no need to be near.
They say that poets are divine
Though my wife would argue, that’s not true!
For, whenever I lose my direction
It’s she who tells me what to do.
Where the city ends and the suburbs begin
We've built our home beneath the sky.
We’ll raise our babies with truth and love
Till one or both of us die.
A verse a day, I always say
Helps keep lawyers from my door
For when I'm paid for what I write
My wife loves me a little more.
BROTHER AGAINST BROTHER
In the course of becoming officers
The young men of West Point bonded like brothers.
Till roomers of war transformed friend to foe
As many cadets chose to serve others.
Fifty-five of sixty major battles fought
We’re lead by graduates of the long gray line.
Yankees and Rebels ravaged one another
For to kill and plunder were virtues of the time.
Over six hundred thousand soldiers were consumed
Not counting multitudes of population.
Cities, farms and the countryside were laid to waste
Before our Union was restored to a nation.
THE LITTLEST SOLDIER
Nine year old Johnny Clem
Who stood just four feet tall
Ran away from Ohio
To answer his country’s call.
He joined up with the Union
And became a drummer boy
Soon to prove the gun he wore
Was far more than a toy.
Armed with a sawed-off musket
Cut down to just fit him
He shot a Rebel horseman
Who tried to do him in.
Awarded his sergeant’s stripes
And the silver medal
His comrades offered him
Hot coffee from their kettle.
The newspapers of the North
Gladly published his story
Telling of the nine year old
Who earned his country’s glory.
I once knew a lad named Clayton
Who was born on the seat of a car
Which is hard to believe or conceive
But sometimes that's the way things are.
His mother herself was a child
Who had not yet turned fifteen.
All she had was a drunken dad
Not one on whom she could lean.
All at once she felt sharp pains
So strong they made her cry out.
For he who was inside of her
Was eager to be born and shout.
She put on her coat and went out
To search for a nearby phone
On the streets of downtown St. Paul
She walked in the cold alone.
The winds of winter bit her flesh
As the snow kept tumbling down.
With all its windows rolled up tight
An old unlocked car she found.
She got inside and just in time
For her child to be born on the seat.
Then came the pain of a mother's reign
As her baby kicked free with his feet.
She bundled him up in her coat
To keep winter's chill away
Then, fell back to rest awhile
And saw the lights of a cafe.
She knew it was late at night,
Not likely would someone walk by
So, back she went into the snow
Only caring her child not die.
She made her way to the diner
Half naked in the ice and snow.
How she felt deep within
Only other mothers would know.
Her bone cold hands pushed the door
As her half frozen body fell in.
Seven patrons jumped up asking
What happened, where and when?
She told them of her child's birth
And the place where he could be found.
Then out the door they all ran
Following her trail on the ground
Now that baby is thirty-five
And stands at the spot he was born.
My mother died so I would survive
Her loss I will forever mourn.
The Son of God came to save that which was lost
To redeem our soul from the power of the grave.
Where the prisoners of death must rest together
Except for the spirits of the kind and brave.
The preaching of the cross is ignored by fools
And sinners who are unable to conform.
By grace we are saved as a gift from our Lord
Who wipes tears from the faces that mourn.
By learning, loving, working, teaching and prayer
We submit our years as a tale to be told.
The survival of life is our pilgrimage
As we tackle each challenge both young and old.
No one can be sure of how long they will last
Though all have a choice of whom they choose to be.
Warmongers, adulterers, thieves or saints
Everyone must some day bow down before Thee.
From dust we were made and shall return
After life has brought us to our earthly end.
Though all must walk in the shadow of death
The righteous are promised they will rise again.
Our flag is fabric wove of thread
Carried by heroes live and dead.
She stands for justice and courage too
With her colors; red, white and blue.
For all who serve her, there’ll be cheers
For any who die, there’ll be tears
For all who love her, life is swell
For those who harm her, war is hell.
How many moms have cried before
As they sent their children to war?
How many dads have not returned
Because our freedom must be earned?
Wars were waged where brave men died
As patriots fought side by side.
Our flag is still the pearl of earth
Because of those who prove her worth.
Mankind is born from a woman’s womb
With a short life that's full of trouble.
Faith is our refuge in times of woe
For without it our troubles double.
Have mercy upon me; most have cried
Who feel pain from some sort of sorrow.
Persecution, suffering and death
Come to all today or tomorrow.
There's a time to hate, fight and forgive
A time for crying, laughter and dance.
Time to remember our troubles past
And time for love, song and romance.
In every household, troubles occur
Which challenge our resolve day by day.
We face what we can, then look to God
As our friends and family watch and pray.
America’s East Coast in 1606
Was mostly unbroken wilderness that thrived.
Except for a small fort called St. Augustine
Where a handful of Spaniards, somehow survived.
From Florida to the frozen Arctic wastes
Rivers flowed down through the forests to the sea.
Foreign settlements were nonexistent
For the Indians to trade with, attack or flee.
Not one European footprint marked the earth
Or voice echoed down across the forest floor.
Only the murmur of the wind through the trees
And the sweet sent of nature and nothing more.
Sooner than later, one way or another
Eager pilgrims swarmed forth from the open seas.
To practice their faith and to harvest new land
As Indians were conquered and brought to their knees.
LEAF ON THE WATER
America’s East Coast was settled by the Brits
As the Indians rule began to recede.
After many a battle, they lost their land
Giving into the white man's power and greed.
In years to come like a leaf on the water
Indians were swept away by the white man.
As trappers and pioneers pushing westward
Brought death and disease to the land.
With the white settlements came the fur traders
Followed by soldiers, forts, whiskey and form tools.
None of which helped the Indians to survive
Who chose to resist the white man's rules.
Many treaties were made, just to be broken
By those greedy for land, timber, furs and gold.
Prospectors arrived to plunder the land
And to be farmers, the Indians were told.
The combat raged on to the western prairie
Over mountains and down through the desert sand.
Indians proved to be formidable foe
As both sides fought from afar and hand-to-hand.
Eager Lieutenant Colonel Custer
Was hungry for fame and tribal disgrace.
Instead he and his men were butchered
By hostile Indians with paint on their face.
Around campfires at Rosebud and Pine Ridge
Singing warriors danced till Sitting Bull's death.
Most were forced to surrender at Wounded Knee
Where many Indian would draw their last breath.
With their fighting spirit completely broken
And their ancient tribal ways forever gone.
Proud Indians were moved to reservations
Where their once great history in song lives on.
God saw that wickedness had fouled His earth
To a state it could no longer be ignored.
While grieving sadly He chose to destroy it
Though Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord.
The Lord told Noah to fashion a great ark
Made of gopher wood and pitch, outside and in.
Three hundred cubits long and fifty in width
Before the world he knew, would come to its end.
Bring your food, your sons, your wife and your son’s wives
And two of every living sort, be with thee.
For with you I’ll establish my covenant
And all who are with thee shall survive the sea.
They all marched forth, two by two, into the ark
And waited for God's waters to flood the land.
For forty days and for forty nights,
The fountains of the deep consumed beast and man.
Inside the ark nostrils kept their breath of life
As the high waters prevailed upon the earth.
Every mountain and every hilltop vanished
As all within felt the power of God's worth.
The waters from heaven were finally restrained
And after ten months the tops of mountains were seen.
God had blessed Noah and all who had joined him
To multiply, plant and fulfill His dream.
THE SIGNS of SPRING
The signs of spring are for all to see
Letting the world know that nature sleeps no more.
As she awakens from her long winter nap
Living shoots of life sprout forth from before.
The robin can be seen hunting for a meal
As the gentle breezes urge the budding trees.
Soon fragrant blossoms will burst open with bloom
Attracting the eyes of creatures and bees.
Gone till next year, are winters cold days of chill
While the fever of love hits the ground on the run.
There's heavenly splendor wherever we look
As earth is warmed by the rays of the sun.
MAN'S SPIRIT AND SOUL
The spirit of man will sustain his infirmities
And if he obeys God's law he will retain his soul.
The flesh of man shall return to the earth as it was
But for a spiritual life afterwards, is man's goal.
With his soul, man humbly prays to God in the night
And with his spirit he seeks Him by the light of day.
It's true that man may be taken by sickness or hate
Though only evil deeds can lead his soul astray.
The spirit of man is thus the candle of the Lord
Whose kingdom does not receive that which is flesh or blood.
The Lord shall preserve man's soul from all which is wicked
As He once destroyed the evil of earth with his flood.
The soul of man may be willing, but his flesh is week
As outward he must perish; inward he can renew.
It all depends on the road he chooses to follow
And the dreams in his heart he prefers to pursue.
For those who suffer from adversity
There's nothing like the support of a true friend.
We see their concern for our afflictions
As their eyes begin to swell and tears descend.
Better is a good friend in the house next door
Than brothers and sisters who live far away.
The spirit of man needs the help of friends
To face all the problems of each fleeting day.
More friends are better than none, for survival
For when one falls, they're picked up by their brothers.
No greater love by man has ever been shown
But to give of ourselves to preserve others.
LOVE of COUNTRY
I dedicate this poem from inside my tent
As the desert winds keep it's silhouette bent.
My love of country is at full boil now
I’d like to describe it but it's hard to know how.
Tomorrow I’ll hunt those who enjoy our death
Cursed by their hatred and foulness of breath.
I don't care if it's another God they serve
For their crime's retribution is what they deserve.
Their horde survives by a different set of rules
Though soon they’ll learn the fate of murderous fools.
Proudly I serve my homeland and president
Who I've sworn to defend one hundred percent.
While haunted by visions of what I must do
I fight for justice, and the red, white, and blue.
WISDOM AND KNOWLEDGE
The wise listen to increase their learning
Where the scorners of wisdom close their mind.
The hearts of the prudent gather knowledge
For a soul without grace becomes confined.
Our knowledge can help us fulfill our dreams
Though most of the time with wisdom comes grief.
For knowledge removes our veil of ignorance
Exposing within the liar or thief.
A wise mind is a fountain of life;
To teach others it's knowledge before death.
Wisdom is too hard for fools to retain
Who curse their fellows with spiteful breath.
Fill yourself with love and understanding,
For wisdom makes the human face shine.
Knowledge is stronger than weapons of war
While on ignorance, fools continue to dine.
The words of the wise are heard in quiet
More than the loud shouts of screaming fools.
Wisdom and knowledge cause stability
In the lives of those who use them as tools.
We should shun with wisdom that which is evil
And glorify with knowledge that which is good.
Better is the gift of learning than gold
For by virtue we become what we should.
Many games were played with a stick and ball
As far back as the early days of man
Till the 14th century, golfers teed off
At St. Andrews Scotland, with clubs in hand.
Today men and women both play golf
As a group or just one or two.
Players rich, poor, pro or in between
Practice their swing with clubs, old and new.
They don't go thirsty cause they bring their own
Whatever it takes to enjoy the day.
Sometimes they play several games at once
As they win money or give it away.
There's nothing better than a green golf course
With the sweet scent of spring in the air.
To escape the drudgery of the workplace
Where you can laugh, joke, brag, gamble and swear.
Forgive me, forgive me
And I’ll kiss your tears away.
You're the first thing and the last
I think of every day.
Let bygones be bygones
And be willing to forgive.
I will love you only
Every moment I live.
I love you and I need you
It's a fact and not a lie
So if you plan to punish me
Say anything, but good bye.
The moon is sky high
And perfectly round
As it highlights the beauty
Of disputed ground.
Life is a journey
Where the passage is free
After, there's judgment
By the living and Thee.
We’ll survive if we can
Death and dismemberment
By the hand of man.
Some will stumble
With absence of breath
While others charge
Into the face of death.
We’ll race toward the battle
And pray for the best
We pass God's test.
From dawn to dusk my horse breathes flames
I'm a rodeo rider with no time for games.
I ride and I fly as I hang on to hair
Ramming my spurs in the sides of a mare.
Every bone in my body feels some sort of pain
No wonder the normal call me insane.
I’ll drink cold beer and smoke a skinny
And in between paydays, I'll spend every penny.
So give me my horse and get out of the way
As I ride off to glory, till my dieing day.
Waving my Stetson, as the crowd cheers me on
How soon they’ll forget after I'm gone.
When Columbus sailed into the unknown
It was not to prove that the earth was round.
He wished to find a sea route to Asia
Where gold, jewels and spices were to be found.
Columbus was born in 1451
And was the son of a weaver of wool.
With is heart set on dreams and adventures
He listened to yarns, till his ears were full.
At 14 he sailed the Italian cost
And studied map making and geography.
Later he married a captain’s daughter
Who's dad had maps and charts of life at sea.
King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella
Decided to grant him three crew filled ships.
On August the 3rd of 1492
His tiny fleet sailed with prayers on their lips.
The months passed and no land was sighted.
Though his ships had traveled three thousand miles.
At two am on October the 12th
A sailor shouted "land" with tears and smiles.
The entire voyage took 224 days
Till he was safe, back in Spain once again.
After three more trips into the New World
He died not knowing where he had been.
THE FINAL SOLUTION
As goodness and evil hitch rides on the winds
Over and over man commits the same sins.
Nazis took Jews during and before the war
Herding them to death camps for torture and more.
They jailed both Catholics and resisting others
Mothers, fathers, singles, sisters and brothers.
Over six million Jews were put to silence
Killed by the wicked practicing their violence.
There’s no doubt that Hitler has a throne in hell
A place of death, torment, decay and smell.
Once more the murderous must be forced to cease
By those willing to fight for justice and peace.
The cost of freedom is sometimes high,
Extremely more when our loved one's die.
Men and women pledged to fight and serve
And it's our support that they deserve.
Mankind itself is the one to blame
That all through history, the story is the same.
Peace, like love, can be hard to acquire
Subject always to enemy fire.
Some how the righteous tend to prevail
Over the miss-guided, prone to fail.
No wonder we fear the tongues that lie
As mankind squabbles beneath God's sky.
The danger our solders face is real
So lets let them know just how we feel.
Put forth your flag and show them your heart
As those we love from us depart.
BATTLE of THE ATLANTIC
After the fall of France in 1940,
The Germans soon began their own blockade
With most their efforts centered in the Atlantic
Hoping to cut Britain's flow of war trade.
With fast surface raiders like the Bismarck
Merchant ships caught at sea, had little chance.
The German’s small navy sank ship after ship
Till the British Navy destroyed war's romance.
Shipping losses from German U-boats increased
And the battle of the Atlantic seemed lost.
Soon after America would enter the war
To defeat freedom’s enemies at all cost.
Multitudes would die and their families cry
Before World War II would be fought to its end.
What a waste of mankind, who were beyond being kind
Though now, our enemy has became our friend.
The truest words, which portray my love
I speak to you from within my heart.
May we always recall how we feel
Though through conflict we're forced to part.
No one can say how long they will last
For life is not everlasting.
Yet most hope to be blessed by love
By He who does our casting.
As the fear of battle bites my flesh
My thoughts of home help keep me sane.
There’s no guarantee that I’ll survive
But either way, I'll serve without shame.
Should the cold hands of death reach for me
I pray my soul will awake from sleep.
To the voice of God assuring me
That my spirit, He's chosen to keep.
So try to remember while I'm gone
That the person I need most is you.
I’ll fight like hell to stay alive
To return home to the love I knew.
Radio was first used by ships at sea
To keep in touch with one another.
Airplanes used them to talk to the ground
Or to contact a flying other.
Radio is our one true companion
For enjoyment or the latest news.
Informing us of world headlines
Or arousing us from a snooze.
Marconi, the father of radio
Proved to be the best of its pioneers.
Though he sent only dots and dashes
Before long he brought voice to all ears.
In December of 1906,
Christmas Eve would be the first broadcast
Violin with song and a man's voice
Started a venture that proved to last.
Where would we be without sex
Like coffee minus the sugar and cream.
As Adam was before he knew Eve
With no purpose to dream or scheme.
No reason for fathers and mothers
No reason to buy flowers and candy.
No reason for diamonds and jewels
Viagra, wine, liquor or brandy.
No reason to purchase a sports car
A fine house, muscle shirts or a new dress.
Basically, a cake without icing
So thank God and pray for more not less.
Whenever I'm lonely, sad and blue
There’s nothing better than a night with you.
You're the best I've known, present and before
I don't dare tell or they’ll pound on our door.
It’s neither a secret nor a surprise
That others are waiting for my demise.
God blessed you when He made you so pretty
That's why so many continue to be flirty.
God blessed me when He gave me your heart
For I’m not wealthy, famous or smart.
I'm strong, healthy, and hard working too
And what ever it takes, you know I'll do.
THE SONGS of WAR
Combat soldiers have proclaimed before
There are no atheists in a foxhole.
All tend to pray to whom they worship
When their fate is beyond their control.
Their faith is their rock and their fortress
In which they must trust in forever.
Their God, their strength, their deliverer
From those who plot deadly endeavor.
War is a game, which is won by death
And you can't have peace without war.
History always repeats itself
As patriots march forth from their door.
A man never greets his wolf within,
Till he fights for his life on the line.
Some will battle and refuse to concede
While others hide and cry with weaken mind.
Death- to- death, dust-to-dust, life-to-life
The wrath of man is a shameful thing.
Sometimes we have no choice but to fight
Bidding farewell as of war we sing.
THE JUST AND THE UNJUST
The just and the unjust shall clash as before
As both sides seek victory valor and more.
The tyrants of evil hate that which is good
Freedom, with justice, living life, as we should.
Where the oppressed suffer the heartless rule
Using murder, fear and torture as a tool.
With a twisted mind they cause others to die
Their souls are corrupted from living a lie.
At the end of their rain most are jailed or killed
The remains of their victims litter the field.
After death, they're judged through history by us all
Condemned for ignoring sweet liberty's call.
For as long as mankind has struggled on earth
Most seek a path, to show others their worth.
While the just feel compelled to defend what's right
The unjust ravage, plunder and kill with spite.
Born in Britain late in the forth century
Young Patrick's father was a deacon of the church.
Victim of raiders coming ashore at night
He was taken beyond his family’s search.
One of the most famous saints of old Ireland
Who was kidnapped by slave traders at sixteen.
A shepherd boy living a life of misery
Among pagan captors who chose to be mean.
His religious beliefs through hardships deepen
And a truly devout young man he became.
Till one night while sleeping he heard his Lord's voice
Commanding him to return home without shame.
Fleeing, he made his way back to his people
And later he studied the priesthood in France.
Returning to Ireland as a bishop
He became a legend of song and dance.
He compared the shamrock to trinity
And drove Irelands snakes away without fear.
Today most people celebrate his sainthood
By way of parades, parties, cheer and beer!
There aren't many heroes for me in this world
Yet, day and night you're my hero and more.
I know our marriage is important to you
Though you may speak loudly and slam the door.
Like a flower from heaven we're blessed by love
And what hardships await us, we’ll weather.
Dealing with difficulties that we may face
You choose to work them out together.
You're endlessly curious about how I feel
And you listen to everything I say.
You're my hero, my life mate, and my lover
Who honors me with concern everyday.
When you become a P.O.W
You find you've lost your liberty and more.
The guy with the gun tells you what to do
As you yearn for freedoms you had before.
Your will to survive helps keep you alive
Though sometimes you wish you were dead.
Tortures far beyond any normal mind
And there's no safety, even in your bed.
Bullets, barbwire, searchlights and sharp teeth
Keep you in a place you don't wish to be.
The food is quite awful and sometimes it moves
And you've no choice of what you hear or see.
The lucky are released and return home
Though in their dreams their fate is unsure.
War may be hell, but confinement is worse
Cause afterward you're never as you were.
THE STONES of LOVE
Emeralds, rubies, sapphires and diamonds
Are the keys to a woman's heart.
He who shops for the stones of love
Has hunger for both beauty and art.
She’ll display her jewelry proudly
Around her neck or on her hand.
Showing to all that she is loved
With no need for another man.
So spend your money or use your card
And head for the nearest mall.
Purchase something you know she’ll love
And for you and your faults, she’ll fall.
They say that money can't buy love
Though, it sure can help things along.
And the stones of love help set the mood
For a woman's forgiveness when you're wrong
Why must we yearn for what we can't have
When already, we have more than we deserve?
Nevertheless, we’ll take all we can get
Performing daily for those we serve.
Why must religions battle one another
Calling on the faithful for deadly jihad?
Why should so many die for the few
When all are the children of God?
Why do soldiers sing as to death they march
Which they have for centuries and more?
Knowing quite well, combat awaits them
Leaving nothing as it was before.
The biggest question of life is "why"
The wrath of man is always in season?
Why is our world the way it is
Like a tragic poem without rhyme or reason?
THE BATTLE FOR BAGHDAD
Determined though scared, I walk my beat
On the deadly streets of Baghdad.
Searching for any who plot our harm
Or by our death are joyous and glad.
Standing in shadows caused by the moon
I'm reminded of my nights back home.
I wonder if the woman I love
Is growing tired of sleeping alone?
I feel remorse for all who live here
For this place is a madman's hell.
Those who wish to keep it that way
Must be killed or locked away in jail.
My greatest fear is not my death
But that I'll end up in a wheelchair.
Disabled for the rest of my life
Depending on others for my care.
My wife, she prays for my safe return
As night and day more GI's are killed.
She knows quite well, whatever it takes
The oath I've given will be fulfilled.
No man has ever ruled the earth
It’s always earth that has ruled man.
Without it's harvest and the hunt
All life would soon sift through the sand.
The waters of earth quench all thirst
While from the soil, green plants grow.
Earth is the emerald of outer space
And the only one yet we know.
Take the time to look up at night
At heaven's gemstones of the sky.
Planet earth is the only one
That sustains life for you and I.
Though we might think that earth is man’s
Made for us, to plunder at our pleasure.
Actually, it's God’s testing ground
For human's to prove their measure.
Where the path to right is always narrow
The road to wrong is always wide.
The soul of man is prone to falter
As we eagerly feed our pride.
LOVE & HATE
Unselfish concerns are the footstones of love
Though far too many still waste time on hate.
Real happiness happens to the lucky in life
Who've bonded to others with love as their fate.
Malice, disfavor and ill will complicate life
To where our days resemble frustration's hell.
The warm rush of love can turn things around
Enabling the sleepless to again rest well.
Tender love and affection generate fondness
Where hatreds repugnance eats body and soul.
Friendship, attachment, good will and charity
Are the mother's milk of life, when love's our goal.
So recognize hate for what it truly is
And reject it when it whispers in your ear.
For the power of love is the only way
To avoid corruption, resentment and fear.
ONE MORE TIME
Fourteen horsemen are riding together
With pistols, and rifles, holstered in leather.
Bank robbery is the reason; it's me they chase
Eager men of all sizes and different race.
The sheriff and his posse are hot on my trail
Determined to hang me in front of the jail.
There’s a five thousand dollar reward on my head
Makes no difference if I'm live or dead.
My horse has gone lame and my canteen is dry
I'm sucking on cactus so of thirst I don’t die.
It's a five-mile walk to the Rio Grand
Where I can drink my fill by hatful or hand.
I've already hidden the money and gold
Inside a cottonwood, by it's size, is old.
Someday I'll return and my treasure I'll take
Then build me a castle by a pristine lake.
Presently my choice is to run for my life
Cause I can't fight fourteen with a gun and knife.
If I reach the river I'll grab me a log
Swim for the current and get lost in the fog.
Lord, if you're willing, please save me "one more time"
And I'll never rob again, I'll just write rhyme.
MAN ON THE MOON
For thousands of years man has wondered
How the moon came into being.
As we look up at its ghostly glow
We can't help but feel what we're seeing.
King David watched his beloved Bathsheba
While she bathed in the moonlight so bright.
He fell in love and had to possess her
Then sent her husband to die in a fight.
The moon itself has shown to be lifeless
Though it enhances the beauty of the dark.
The daily rise and fall of the oceans waters
Have followed the moon since before Noah’s Ark.
From the very first time man took refused
And peered out at the moon in the night.
Acts of love, lust, hate and human sorrow
Have been committed in the presence of its light.
I don't care if man has walked the moon
For most, it retains its mystic power
So turn off the TV and go forth in the night
And partake its beauty regardless of hour.
That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.
MY HOPE TO FIND LOVE
So here I am, like many times before
All alone with my face to the moon.
Down on knees praying God
For someone who will love me and soon!
The smallest deed done is better than intention
When you wish to receive wisdom from above.
No matter what happens, I refuse to give up
My hope to discover the magic of love.
The better the reason for my existence
The better the life I will live.
Searching for someone who will share their love
By their joy when it’s their turn to give.
My hope to find love has somewhat diminished
Though my need for romance still remains.
Sometimes I feel like Sampson himself
Broken hearted and shackled to chains.
I'M READY TO GO
My spirit is broken and my days are meaningless
Old age is upon me and I'm ready for the grave.
The color of my eyes has grown dim from sorrow
For all I have loved and was unable to save.
Where are those who once gladly shook their hands with mine
Or has time hidden their hearts from understanding?
Someone tell me, why so many choose to be evil
And why life is so painful and demanding.
I can't help but wish for the grave to be my new home
For my light of hope is beyond my mortal sight.
I'm ready to go and make my bed in the darkness
Resting peaceful, in the dust of the night.
Lord, all my purpose has been taken away
Because from those I love most, I live apart.
I'm one hundred years old but with your help I’ll fly
All the way to heaven back to the souls of my heart.
THE CURSE of MAN
Too many riffles have been shoved in the ground
With battlefield helmets on top for a crown.
The war between evil and all which is good
Has raged on longer than before wheels of wood.
David slew Goliath with a sling and stone
For a solider of good never fights alone.
Their armor is grace, and their loved ones behind
Who pray for their safety and soundness of mind.
Ever sense the miracle of human birth
The winds of war have blown across earth.
World war II was fought to end the need for all war
And millions who lived it, aren't with us any more.
May heaven forbid that it happens again
The destruction of cities, family and friend.
Combat is hell, but tyranny is worse
Till the day mankind overcomes its curse.
The high priest Jonathan led the Hebrews
In battle to aid Alexander the Great.
Alexander sent Jonathan, his kinsman
A gold button of honor from king and state.
It was the first medal of written history
As far back as the third century B.C.
Since then, medals have been given to soldiers
For bravery in battle by air, land, and sea.
There are medals for sports and Olympic games
Or for outstanding work, like the Nobel Prize.
Medals are of gold, silver, bronze, and ribbon
And are of all shapes and different size.
So when you see a medal, remember
It is a symbol of the best among all.
Mainly a product of human sacrifice
Far beyond any country's duty or call.
Too many people never know satisfaction
For their goals for happiness are placed too high.
Most of us complain about what we can't have
When we're not bedfast or in the grave, we lie.
No one finds satisfaction from serving themselves
Contentment takes place, by our unselfish concern.
The more we repent and regret our wrongs
The more we are able to retain what we learn.
So tally your blessings and be thankful for life
And remember there are those who wish, they were you.
Satisfaction and love are what mere mortal's pray for
Though the lucky among us, who feel both, are few.
Thousands of years ago the people of Israel
Were shepherds and farmers between the Jordan and sea.
Descendants of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob
Surrounded by foe, further than the eye could see.
Israel, though small, left a deep impression
On all it's enemies of greater strength, and size.
Judaism, Christianity, and Islam
Were spin-offs of the Hebrew Bible of the wise.
When the nation of ancient Israel was finally conquered
And ruled by persecution and degradation.
Its people never forgot the home of David
Praying to return to their land of salvation.
During World War II, between '39 and '45
Jewish people suffered their worst tragedy.
Five million adults and one million children
Would forever lose their life and liberty.
On the fourteenth of May in 1948
The state of Israel proclaimed itself a nation.
From all over the world the faithful would return
Back to the soil of their God, and creation.
Blowing leaves, cornstalks, apples and nuts
Are reminders of autumn's Halloween.
Dressing up in costumes and wearing masks
To trick or treat at night, as goblins scream.
High-hat witches with pots of candy
From the ground up are three to four feet tall.
Costume parties where grownups are children
As cut pumpkins flicker after night's fall.
Skeletons hanging from doorways and trees
With black paper cats arching in windows.
Black jellybeans and chicken-corn candy
And the whistle of the wind as it blows.
Every Halloween means summer has gone
And the time for cultivation has past.
Though winter may seem cold, harsh, and cruel
Once it's over, it's springtime at last.
Except for love, there's nothing beats a good workout
Pumping iron with dumbbells or a bench press bar.
You're muscles grow tight as you begin to swell
And those who like firmness want to know who you are.
From 16 to 60 you can still look good
Though they'll be some who will point, laugh, and make fun.
Pay no attention to whatever they say
For jokes on them, when they're naked in the sun.
History's Sampson, the biblical strong man
Was blessed with the strength of no other.
A modern man who pumps iron and gives it his all
Before he knows it, could pass for his brother.
So put aside the pop, beer, hotdogs and chips
And pump earth's iron for the rest of your life.
Soon you’ll discover the best of yourself
And always have someone for a girlfriend or wife.
Miracles are the extraordinary acts of God
If you don't believe it, why pray?
Some say, they're just happenings brought about by luck
Thus, superstition has led the rest of us, astray.
Woe to what the misinformed might think
Who claim their excellence is their own.
A wise man knows his gifts are from Heaven
And by repentance, his gratitude is shown.
I believe in miracles for I'm alive and well
I'm loved by God, family and a few good friends.
I've lived long enough to see miracles transpire
As one must end, another descends.
The king of Baghdad has fallen
Never to dictate again.
Man shall sentence him for this crimes
And heaven shun him for his sin.
For his tyranny, he was famous
In every capital on earth.
Till apprehended in his spider hole
Completely stripped of his worth.
He is guilty of rape, slaughter and genocide
While he ruled without remorse.
His power and prestige were toppled
Once George Bush set his course.
Though it may seem that the wicked triumph
And have conquered by their brutality of hand
Through the power of faith “They are defeated”
By the seed of goodness in man.
Who wrote the tune the songbird sings?
Who made the diamonds we wear on rings?
Who caused the snow and rain to fall?
Who made spring, winter, summer and fall?
Who gave man a woman to love?
Who made the clouds and sky above?
Who lights the stars and moon in the night?
Who makes heaven and beyond so bright?
Who gives us babies we follow till death?
Who made us able to speak with our breath?
Who gives us heroes willing to die?
Who made the tears we shed as we cry.
Who shows us hope and guides our way?
The same one who loves us night and day.
THE ARMOR of GOD
Put on the whole armor of God
And soldiers we shall be.
Fighting the powers of darkness
Who thirst for the souls of the free.
Through lust, they try to enslave us
And silence God's voice in man.
With focus of faith we shun them
Avoiding the grasp of their hand.
Satan whispers his sadistic thoughts
In every language and every ear.
Tempting all with the sins of hell
Victims of misery, hopelessness and fear.
Eagerly plotting to disrupt God's works
Evil swallows up souls like the shifting sand.
The armor of God is our divine protection
Shielding every child, woman and man.
THE MYSTERY of PRAYER
Never be afraid to pray boldly to God
For no matter the crisis our Lord is aware.
Sometimes it's hard to recognize God's answers
But that's just part of the mystery of prayer.
Some of the greatest heroes in history
Wore holes in the knees of their pants.
For without God's grace and human prayer
Man's survival on earth is by chance.
Surrender your soul and make time for prayer
Sharing moments with your Savior alone.
He’ll shoulder your burden and give you rest
As the seeds of His goodness are sown.
Their red and blue, ragtag flag stood out
Against their dust covered uniforms of gray.
Savagely we fought to kill our enemy
As the battle raged on in the heat of the day.
Volley after volley we put forth our blaze
With thousands of led balls snapping flesh and bone.
Blistering sweat rolled down every face
As the tunes of war by bugles were blown.
There was a clanking sound of ramrods in barrels
As each new minieball was loaded and fired.
Some shot aimlessly into the smoke
While others took aim at the worn and tired.
Bullets were popping like the fourth of July
Yet our enemy kept surging ahead.
All at once they broke and ran off in groups
Scattering as for the forest they fled.
From behind the protection of a stacked-stone wall
The victorious cheered or just sat starring.
At all the bodies of friend and foe
While for the wounded the surgeons were caring.
Soon the war was over and I survived
Despite it's brutality on trampled ground.
From boy to man I was transformed
Though, still in the night I hear its sound.
We're a nation of frazzled families
With little time for personal affection.
As the treadmills of tension keep us hostage
We're losing our perspective of direction.
Racing to get the kids off to school,
Navigating the madness of bottleneck traffic.
Fearful of our own job-loss and income,
While the newscasts get more hopeless and graphic.
Helping our children with their home work
Scrambling to prepare their dinner.
Having family spats with loved ones
And being told on Sunday, we're a sinner.
Worrying about crime, taxes, cancer and terrorism
Infectious disease and paying next months bills.
Saving for college and our own retirement
It's no wonder we drink, smoke, pray and pop pills.
Most of the time as a politician stands up
Along with the truth, their brain sits down.
Promising anything and everything to anyone
While posing to the public, to be on common ground.
The higher the office the greater the corruption
As candidates compete for those dead presidents of green.
While we're taxed to death to fund their pork
Our cost for everything has become obscene.
Thank God there are some better than most
Not squeaky clean, but more honest than others.
Regardless of party, they deserve our vote
For they share our thoughts like sisters and brothers.
Politicians who wish to be revered by history
Must earn their fame by living the truth.
Any who continue to mislead and deceive
Must be shunned by the voter at the booth.
The scent of roses, carnations and daisies
Draw to our gardens the hummingbird so fair.
Evoking the essence of nature's living jewels
As the splendor of their plumage rides the air.
So graceful they fly with speed and direction
Products of creation that dazzle the eye.
A luminous vision of worldly wonder
Our most elusive visitor from the sky.
They're the smallest of the small on feathered wing
Collecting with their tongues the sweetness of earth.
Enhancing our lives by their mere existence
A temple of beauty, endurance and worth.
What Satan has planned for our harm
Integrity will transform to good.
Adhering to morals gives us peace
Teaching us to respond, as we should.
Sometimes we must go against the flow
Questioning what our shepherd’s may say.
For they are not God, only human
And for their integrity, we pray.
Though faith we can stay undiminished
Keeping ourselves entire and whole.
Avoiding human hate and mistrust
While struggling to preserve our soul.
With honor we obtain uprightness
And by love and compliance we gain grace.
Integrity gives us proper goals
Improving the standard of our race.
Those who laugh at the straight and narrow
Will not hear God's answer to their cry.
Those who yearn to earn their integrity
Must not steal, persecute or lie.
Butterflies pass through four stages of life
During the last, they are able to fly.
Eggs then larva, change to caterpillars
Transforming to flying rainbows of the sky.
Blue, black, green, yellow, brown, red, white and orange
Armed with a keen since of smell, taste and sight.
With predators like birds, bats, wasps and man
They are never safe even in the night.
Butterflies are the artwork of nature
Chased by collectors with their net and jar.
Labeled and pinned for their storage and display
As new specimens are sought near and far.
The next time you see some kept behind glass
Remember, they once glorified the air.
Their colors and grace generate beauty
As in harmony, their radiance they share.
Since ancient times man has had a need for barter
Which is a French word that means to exchange or trade.
Before we relied on paper or metal coins
Arrangements for food, clothing and shelter were made.
As man developed, there was more to be exchanged
And one of the earliest forms of cash was cattle.
He who owned the most livestock was the richest man
Purchasing slaves, solders and weapons for battle.
Paper has been used since the tenth century A.D.
Because it was easier to carry than coin.
Used by every civilized country in the world
As their economies merged and joined.
Some say that money is the root of all evil
Though the substance of evil is none other than man.
It's not money that causes most of what's wrong
But the ignorance of man, and his misguided hand.
America is the birthday cake of earth
As the ants march from every direction.
Thank God for all who have sworn to defend her
Serving with love, honor, pride, and affection.
Since the first day George Washington marched off to war
There have been those who have wished our demise.
Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed
Was defeated by our brave and the wise.
Once again, we must face a formidable foe
Who have pledged by their God to destroy us all
Misusing their faith as an excuse to kill
As for a worldwide jihad, their leaders call.
Some say we should try to appease them
For if we resist, they’ll hate us even more.
But the David's among us shall cast our stones
Defeating them, as it was done before.
I'm a soldier, who fights on foreign soil
Some say, we're here, because of oil.
But, I'll do my duty and proudly serve
Knowing death may await me around the curve.
Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight.
Sometimes we survive, while others must die
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.
The rush of combat is a natural buzz
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game
Without a shortage of those to blame.
Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene
To help stop the savage from being so mean.
War is a hell we visit before death
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath.
There must be a reason man destroys man
But why it is so, I can't understand.
One man's trash is another man's treasure
As one woman's junk gives others pleasure.
Cash and carry, no checks or credit cards
With bargains in the driveways and signs in the yards.
Some serve hot dogs, Kool-Aid and cut-rate pop
Some fly flags and balloons to make us stop.
Some will arrive before the garage sale starts
Using their vehicles as shopping carts.
Half of all purchases are sold again
At the buyer's own sale or to a friend.
So clean out your closets and the basement too
And earn some income with no taxes due.
Load up your tables and grab a good chair
Then plug in a fan to stir up the air.
The money you make you can spend again
Shopping for yourself, loved ones or friend.
The people of earth face many problems
Struggling to make their living and maintain peace.
There are differences in language, faith and race
With misguided hate unwilling to cease.
To solve these problems that plague mankind
Man must strive as never before.
Demanding justice with truth in settling disputes
While recalling with pain, the casualties of war.
War is an emotional release for man
Practiced since the first stones were cast.
Could it be nature's way of thinning the numbers
As the fallen are consumed by the past.
May the future show mercy on all who survive
With their visions of innocence forever lost.
Prayerfully, someday man will cease wagging war
Avoiding through peace it's consequence and cost.
Life resembles a birthday cake
As the people we deal with act like ants
Running here and there in every direction
While they stuff our money in their pants.
The selfish chose to remain king of the raft
While their family and friends cling to the side.
Unable to conquer their self-importance
They continue to feed their ego and pride.
Human behavior is the yardstick of the Lord
Measuring all for their heavenly worth.
Most aren’t the same come Sunday morning
As on Saturday night from judgment to birth.
The selfish miss out on the blessings of life
Be they man, woman or child.
Serving someone more then self
Is what separates us from the wild.
THE HINGE of HISTORY
The hinge of history swings in all directions
As the happenings of the past are written down.
Out of all that has occurred since man's beginnings
Less has been recorded than waits to be found.
Babylonians kept chronicles of history
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story.
Greeks had no faith in the future at all
Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.
Christians added a new dimension to history
Looking forward to Christ’s return to earth.
An on going drama involving man and God
Believing all are created of equal worth.
Some have asked why must we study history
It just encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget history we repeat its mistakes
As the outcome of humanity is cast.
Abraham is said to be the father of the Jewish faith
The first to believe in the power of one great god alone.
Instead of the many his forefather's worshiped
In Abraham's heart there was only room for one to be known.
With his wife Sarah and his nephew Lot
At 75 he departed to seek the Promised Land.
With followers he arrived at a place called Canaan
Where he prospered by hard work and God's hand.
Then famine in the land drove him to Egypt
Where Abraham and Lot grew rich in cattle, silver and gold.
They had so many sheep that their shepherds quarreled
Over grazing land, water and jealousies of old.
Abraham and Lot agreed to live separate
Lot chose Sodom and Abraham Hebron.
When the armies of four great kings took Lot captive
Abraham and 318 of his bravest, to the rescue, were gone.
Afterward, to Sodom and neighboring Gomorrah
Lot was brought back with his worldly goods and treasure.
But soon the inhabitants of both became wicked
Shamming the Lord and shunning his measure.
God told Abraham, I will soon demolish them
For there is not one of righteousness among all.
However, he warned Lot to escape with his wife
And not to look back and ignore His law.
Lot's wife looked back and was transformed to salt
While Lot, through observance of word, was spared.
Abraham, then 99 and Sarah at 90
Were still without child in the life they shared.
Arabs claim they are descendant from Ishmael,
At 86 Abraham's son, by Sarah's handmaiden, Hagar.
Sarah believed she was too old to bare a child
So she gave Hagar to Abraham to conceive a star.
God had promised Abraham a son by Sarah
And that his descendants will out number the stars.
In time a boy named Isaac was born
Free of all birth defects, disease and scars.
Later when Isaac was still just a child
God chose to test Abraham again.
Commanding him to take Isaac to the top of a mountain
And there, by sacrifice, put his life to its end.
Abraham built an alter of wood sticks, pilled high
Bound up Isaac and laid him within them.
Just as he was about to put the knife to his son
God stopped him and said: lay not thy hand upon him.
The Lord told Abraham, I know now you fear Me
Seeing that you have not withheld your son.
Then Abraham sacrificed a lamb provided
And God blessed him for what he had done.
The Bible says Abraham died at 175
And that Sarah lived to be 127.
Christians and Muslims both traced their faith
To Abraham's commitment to one god and Heaven.
I HAVE SOMEONE TO LOVE
You're great to gaze upon
And ever better to touch
Though sometimes your moods
Are a bit too much.
Your body is warm
And your skin is fair
All that I acquire
With you, I'll share.
When you come home
Tired from working hard
I help with the house
And manicure the yard.
You always respond
No matter how you feel
To a great back rub
Wine, and a good meal.
I've said thank you a thousand times
To heaven and God above
That some how, some way
I have someone to love.
WE'RE ON OUR OWN BUT NOT ALONE
Human survival consists of two groups
The overseers and the rest who obey.
Man can't help but persecute man
By the darkness of night or the light of day.
Our time on earth is but short dance in the sun
It's a miracle we exist at all.
Victims of war, disease, environment and murder
With multitudes of fools who ignore God’s call.
Hallelujah to all who still attend service
Or choose to worship at home.
Either way, the faithful will proclaim
Prayers are heard and we're not alone.
Come Monday morning without warning
Your boss decides to let you go.
As you listen to each and every word
The blood in your veins increases its flow.
You worry about family with all their needs
And, oh my what will my wife do and say.
Your heart is heavy and your throat is dry
While you wonder if you’ll make it through the day.
There's a house, two cars, doctor bills and credit cards
All who expect to be paid.
What little you’ve saved will soon be gone
And for the outcome of all, you’re afraid.
JESUS IS MY MASTER
Jesus is my master
I'm not afraid to admit
All I had to do
Was be willing and submit.
He loves me when I'm bad
He loves me when I'm good
He loves me even more
When I behave as I should.
He knows that I'm not perfect
He knows I'm guilty of sin
He leadeth me to righteousness
And allows me to rise again.
When you turn sixty, you've lived six decades
And you wonder if you’ll live one more.
You're harder to lie to, tougher to fool
And more selective who you let through your door.
No longer a heart throb that candidates lust for
No longer a body of perfect form.
You're kinder, gentler and more compassionate
And your thoughts are no longer the norm.
Grandkids are special because they love you
Whether you have gray hair or none at all.
People seem to give you more respect
And you don't bounce anymore when you fall.
Where would I be without you
And where would you be without me?
Trapped in the arms of a second choice
Forever envious of all, as we.
My need for you makes life special
Because I live it for you.
Everything seems more possible
And easier to get through.
Each hour is a new adventure
Where, what awaits, no one knows.
Through friendship, tears and laughter
We ensure our romance grows.
Even ordinary moments
Aren't the same any more.
Together we have so much
To plan, accomplish and explore.
So perfect is nature, though not by man
It's the brush of our Master that paints the land.
The sun comes up and sun goes down
As in every direction God's wonders are found.
The tide comes in and the tide goes out
Our faith in eternalness is what life is about.
Contentment depends on which path we walk
By daylight or darkness; our faith is our rock.
Our confidence and trust in a higher power
Helps guide us through every moment and hour.
Fidelity to ones promise and observance of law
Lets our Lord know we heed His call.
Greed is an unwholesome desire
A craving to obtain all desired by man.
Caused by gluttonous, ego and conceit
As we eagerly grasp everything we can.
Wealth, fame, power and libido
Are the trophies of what greed consists of.
A hunger to experience every exotic wish
Overpowering the glory of love.
Twisted by pursuing all, which is wrong
Our compassion becomes self-serving.
We ‘re tormented by mistrust, suspicion and rage
And our downfall as a human is deserving.
It's hard to imagine our world without trees
Shadowed only by concrete and steel.
Thousands of products would soon disappear
Changing everything we see and feel.
No more baseball played with wooden bats
No more plums, pears, cherries or apple pie.
No more campfires to circle at night
And to pencils and books say goodbye.
Trees like people come from seed
Both drink breathe and consume.
They feed, house and protect us
As they sweeten the air with their bloom.
Larger and older than any living thing
Far bigger then the ocean's blue whale.
Some grow 350 feet tall
Before falling victim to the nail.
The keeping of birds is part of history
How far back no one can know.
Once luxury pets of kings and queens
Or on the shoulders of pirates long ago.
Birds have remained on man's menu
Though all can be tamed as a pet.
Chickens, ducks, geese and turkeys
Are served on the tables we set.
Noah sent a dove to find dry land
And it returned with an olive leaf from a branch.
God gave birds feathers for clothes
So in the elements they would have a chance.
The best way to enjoy wild birds
Is to attract them close to you.
Providing feed, water, bushes and trees
Is all a bird lover needs to do.
Birds are really quite remarkable
When left alone to do their thing.
We have robbed their eggs and plucked their plumage
And yet they continue to sing.
The aliens have landed
Though all are quite small.
The largest among them
Is four feet tall.
Their craft has crashed
And it’s out of fuel.
They pray when discovered
We won’t be cruel.
Their skin is transparent
And they have eyes of red.
They look malnourished
And appear under fed.
They speak without words
But I feel what they say.
Hoping for assistance
To survive the coming day.
All have three legs
With more than one knee.
Half insect, half human
And they are scary to see.
They appear harmless and pose no threat
For when frightened they disappear.
Their heart controls some of what they do
And they are capable of a tear.
Our Lord has spoken of other worlds
Some distant and not so far.
Man has never been the only being
Who clings to a satellite of a star.
Katrina hit like an atom bomb
Consuming the helpless in her path.
The waters of the deep surged forth
Flooding everything with their wrath.
The evil took advantage of absence of law
While the brave risked their lives for others.
The best and the worst was seen by man
Though many became like brothers.
May heaven show mercy upon the lost
Never to love, laugh, hate or sin.
God bless every man, woman and child
Whom we may never hold again.
ALL POETS SERVE A MASTER
Most poets have a bit of Solomon
Shakespeare and Poe within.
Constantly eager to share their visions
Of love, life, joy and sin.
Some guzzle whiskey
Some sip wine
Some prefer cola
And feel just fine.
Some smoke pot
Or suck cigarettes
Some abuse drugs
With lifetime regrets.
Some attend church
And sing of God
While others make fun
And call them odd.
All have a purpose
Which drives them to compose.
All serve a master
Who by free will, they chose.
I never write a poem
That doesn’t write itself.
I catch a buzz and come alive
Like a puppet off it’s shelf.
Hearing many voices
Whose words are never mine.
My pen becomes a painter’s brush
Forming visions on a line.
I seem to be a better person
When it’s time to sit down and write.
A higher power guides my hand
Sharing wisdom by day and night.
People born to create
Have no choice but to perform.
It’s the rush of sharing their gift
That elevates them from the norm.
What would our world become
Without intervention from above?
Angry beings in a revolving cage
With no sense of passion or love.
I love to be loved in the morning
I love to be loved at night.
I love to be loved anytime
For love in the darkness is light.
I pray every day to say thank you
For all I have others do not.
I pray every day cause I’m guilty
For I don’t deserve what I’ve got.
Your love is the best of the rest
For your mission in life is me.
Once I was selfish and cruel
But fearing your loss made me see.
God gave Eve to Adam
To smile and suffer no more.
God gave you to me
I will love you forever more.
Passion is any strong feeling or thought
Of love, hate, fear, anger and grief.
The emotional joy of sexual desire
Sometimes the suffering of saint or thief.
The cruelty of man nailing Christ to the cross
His treatment subsequent to the last supper.
Continuing conflict with endless war
Make it seem we’re prone to suffer.
All must carry their own cross in life
While they struggle to survive the day.
Passion reveals how much we desire
As we race toward our outcome and pray.
SHOULD TOMORROW START WITHOUT ME?
Should tomorrow start without me
Remember I love you
Looking down from up above
Seeing everything you do.
If I become a casualty
I pray you will love again
Whom ever makes you happy
I’ll consider my friend.
Should tomorrow start without me
Remind our boys, God loves all who care
And when life seems too harsh and cruel
With “Him” they must share their prayer.
I have proven I’m not a coward
Who breaks and runs to survive
Always fearing death will kiss me
As the streets of Baghdad I drive.
Should tomorrow start without me
Be proud I choose to serve
Our faith and our patriotism
Earn the freedom we deserve.
I miss home more than ever
It breaks my heart to stay away
I can’t help but want to hold you
And whisper what I say.
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER
Americans harmonize in sentiment
While facing the challenges of life.
Shoulder to shoulder we defined our land
Through hardship, sacrifice and strife.
We are eager to oppose our enemies
Wherever they raise their head.
Our principles must be practiced
To avoid being conquered or dead.
We fail to see the merits of a dictator
Only freedom to work and pray as we please.
Most seek guidance from a higher power
As we share our concerns on our knees.
We have always held liberty close to our hearts
Unwilling to surrender to demise.
Whenever its existence was threatened
We have chosen to follow the wise.
We can’t foresee what the future may bring
Though we give it our best not to fail.
Every 4th of July we illuminate the sky
Proving freedom is alive and well.
It’s not a priest that gives us our freedom of religion
And it’s not a reporter that gives us our freedom of voice.
It’s not any judge, lawyer, politician, or teacher
But the blood of a soldier that has sacrificed by choice.
Our soldiers line up to be remembered
As the best of the best at their job.
They wish to be needed and depended on
To save all we love from the mob.
They risk their life and limb for liberty
Standing firm against evil unwilling to break.
To be part of something greater than themselves
They are willing to forgo whatever it will take.
THE GREATEST LESSON ONE CAN LEARN
The greatest lesson one can learn
Is how when loved, to love in return.
Joined together through night and day
Equally yoked in work and play.
Remaining true both body and soul
Never loosing our common goal.
Sharing each other the best we can
Before we are but bits of sand.
Mutual love is beyond compare
Serving one another in the life we share.
Without compassion humans lose
Simply by the path they choose.
Love is a miracle from God to man
How some deny it I can’t understand.
THE POWER of POETRY
Poetry is the lighthouse of life
Guiding the lost from a stormy sea.
Without it’s presence darkness prevails
Keeping us from all we can be.
Poems are used to convey passion
By poets of both good and evil mood.
Some are hateful others loving
Sharing thoughts to be consumed as food.
Verse can lead us to glory or doom
As we partake with others within.
Depicting our past, present and future
With words of man’s grace or sin.
People write poetry because they have no choice
Answering to the call of their gift.
Where some tend to pull their readers down
Others compose to give them a lift.
Always remember the power of poetry
Is used by both heaven and hell.
It’s up to us to choose our pleasure
As poetry remains alive and well.
No one is immune to the pitfalls of stress
Though some seem to avoid its toll.
The three qualities that set hardy people apart
Are love of challenge, commitment and control.
People who are happy tend to see challenge, or change
As an opportunity for growth not a threat.
Their commitment means involvement and engaging life
In marriage, children, the work place, the battlefield or debt.
Those who rate higher in their duties of commitment
Feel more meaning and purpose in what they achieve.
The third trait control, is essentially determination
To have triumphs in life by how we respond and believe.
There are skills, habits, and traits to adopt and cultivate
Which help make the smart decisions we depend on for life.
It also helps to take time for prayer and self-evaluation
To make sure we haven’t changed from the dilemmas of strife.
Optimism along with positive thinking comes naturally
When our need to serve others we refuse to deny or ration.
Contentment takes hard work, grit, faith and spirituality
Lots of love, understanding, forgiveness, and compassion.
TO FEW AND FAR BETWEEN
To many live with one foot in the future
And one foot in the past
As they urinate all over the present
Then wonder why their happiness can’t last.
Thank God for those who make life worthwhile
Because they’re to few and far between.
Less than ten percent of all we meet
Wish to be helpful, honest and never mean.
Every generation has its saviors
Who come along and save the day.
Every generation has its Satan’s
Who thrive on guiding the weak astray.
The reason I chose to compose this poem
Is that I have been known to be both.
Now that I’m saved, I have changed my ways
And to goodness have given my oath.
WHISPERS of THE HEART
Poetry consumed is where wisdom begins
As we heed to the whispers of the heart.
It’s easy to blame others for our dismay
When from ignorance we refuse to part.
Verse is a beacon of hope in the darkness
To help us navigate the pitfalls of life.
Far more tend to write it, than read it
That’s why there’s endless conflict and strife.
I write poems to help fuel the light
By sharing what God has given me.
With stories of love, life, war and more
Where heroes pray on bended knee.
WINGS of HEAVEN
It’s a wonderful situation
To be in love with you.
All my thoughts have changed
Because of everything you do.
I lack the desire for others
No yearning for their love or favor.
All I wish is a life with you
Till it’s time to greet our Savior.
I was afraid I would never find love
Leaving no stone unturned.
I had to suffer through stupidity
To grow from all I learned.
Life is too short to remain a fool
Who doesn’t see blessings handed down.
From now to judgment I will love you
Till the wings of heaven whisper their sound.
I THINK of YOU
I think of you as I smell a rose
I think of you when I see your clothes.
I think of you if I weren’t here
Who would love you and call you dear.
I think of you when I’m asleep
I think of you and will me you keep?
I think of you when I kneel to pray
Recalling all which you might say.
I think of you and what you are to me
I think of you and all you can be.
I think of you when you’re not home
I feel your presence whenever I’m alone.
THE LONELINESS of WAR
I know I’m still here so far, far away
As I fight for what I believe is right.
I wonder about you and your mom
Every moment of every day and night.
The loneliness of war can drive you insane
If you don’t get letters of concern from home.
Left, right, behind and ahead
Death awaits leaving love ones alone.
We pray to God that we will be saved
To return home or live the here after.
Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see everyday
As we yearn for those times of laughter.
The far off stare of a fallen comrade
As you stay by his side till his end.
No mother ever carried her infant child
More carefully, than we do a friend.
Many have their own personal diaries
To help keep their faculties together.
Watching hot steel crash into human flesh
Always makes home seem far away and better.
I’ve become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving
So try not to worry too much about me.
Just help your mom and stand up from the ground
And while I’m gone be all you can be.
Just another loveless weekend
And It’s my fault I’m alone.
I toss and turn in the night
Feeling pain I’ve never known.
Just outside my window
There’s a full moon in the sky
All the clouds are dancing
As the winds of night pass by.
There’s sorrow in my heart
And a tear in my eye
First one, then another
Till my pillow is wet not dry.
I took your love for granted
Putting your wants on the shelf
Feasting on all you gave
Only thinking of myself.
God blessed you another
To reward the person you are
Someone who would love you
At home and afar.
Seeking your approval
By how they use their mind
Always speaking words of truth
Preferring to be kind.
To your memory I confess
For I no longer have your ear.
I pray to God’s for forgiveness
And for love beyond my fear.
WHEREVER THE BIG FISH BITE
When I was young previous to girls
I loved to camp and fish on the river.
Creeks and ponds where alright
Anywhere that would deliver.
Fingerlings, frogs and dead birds
Are what trophies preferred to feast on.
Trout line or pole it made no difference
Bait up and the fight was on.
On cool nights I would strike a fire
To keep warm and see in the night.
Spring, summer and fall, I was eager to go
Wherever the big fish bite.
IF I TOLD YOU I LOVE YOU
If I told you I loved you ten times over
I would fail to fully convey.
How much you are my world of joy
As you share all you have each day.
Our memories of our blessings past
Give us faith as we struggle or play.
Our dreams of the challenges ahead
Are why we choose to always pray.
Someday in heaven we shall exist
While earth will forget who we are.
Side by side we’ll transform to dust
As together we fly from star to star.
I’ll need your love till the end of time
For its existence feeds life itself.
Our happiness is my joy of joys
For without you, I loose myself.
THE WORLD of MAN
The world of man stays the same
The clowns who run it are to blame.
The seed of goodness was placed on earth
For man to prove his heavenly worth.
An ongoing conflict between love and hate
As losers mislead and procrastinate.
Hallelujah for heroes that step from the line.
Facing down evil with goodness of mind.
Prevailing by kindness and concern for others
Making us feel as though they were our brothers.
Like beasts of the night feasting on souls
The soldiers of darkness rise from their holes.
We’ll greet them with faith and a willingness to fight
Never fearing to defend what’s right.
THANK HEAVEN FOR HEROES
Thank heaven for the heroes of life
Who lead us to overcome those who are not.
The wise are grateful for all God’s blessing
Where fools never realize what they’ve got.
America is the grain train of earth
Whose people exercise rule by their vote.
All have a chance to partake and prosper
As they arrive by foot, plane or boat.
Our freedom relies on the law of the land
Our future depends on our grit.
Our past has known both good and bad
And our mistakes we are willing to admit.
The hideous of heart scorn America
And choose to put her wonders to shame.
The devotion of most who love and live here
Will rise up to defeat the soldiers of blame.
In most places where people live
Various kinds of fruits grow wild.
Which early man gathered from near by plants
Long before Noah was a child.
The remains of apples, pears, plumbs and cherries
Have been found in Stone Age caves.
Grapes, olives, dates and figs
Were placed within tombs and graves.
Fruit was consumed fresh or preserved
Dried by the rays of the sun.
To be eaten during the long cold winter months
Till the snow would melt and the rivers run.
Columbus took seeds along on his second voyage
To plant and cultivate wherever they would grow.
To be plucked and devoured by hungry humans
Instead of obtaining them from the forest of foe.
Today’s fruits are native of many different lands
Though most will grow where the climate is right.
They are picked and shipped by plain, train or boat
To be enjoyed with delight.
Children identify with our fears
Where adults share our dreams.
Life is a mystical journey
With laughter, sadness and schemes.
A never-ending quest of struggle
Where everyone has their role.
Sometimes wrong, sometimes right
Facing problems, which take their toll.
Even the beautiful someday shall fade
As year after year they grow old.
With aches, pains, wrinkles and grief
The answers of a lifetime unfold.
How long will we be remembered
For better or for worse?
For being tender and understanding
Or just another person’s curse.
Truthful and honest with family or friends
Staying clear of any who lie or sneak.
Guarding against actions selfish, and cruel
Free to be generous and unique.
After death who will miss us
When to heaven we have gone?
Will family cry our name in tears
As in their hearts we live on?
I can’t believe how we did
What we did last night
And holding on tight.
Far from our problems
We had a great time
Sharing in ways
That to us felt fine.
No tossing and turning from inward burning
Only moments of passion’s desire
So what if the moments can’t last forever
While they pass, they fuel our fire.
MASTERS of VERSE
Poetry is one of man’s oldest arts
Practiced long before words of print.
Every race had its masters of verse
In caves, huts, cabins or tent.
Stories in verse were handed down
From one generation to another.
The first told of love, war and more
And how to survive each other.
As man became more civilized
He could not help but wonder within.
Verse then took on a deeper meaning
With stories of faith, superstition and sin.
The act of reciting became in demand
As verse began to advance
Every tribe, city, town and village
Had someone who gave words romance.
Today’s poets are on the World Wide Web
Though many seem spiritually ill.
Thank Heaven for all who still have God’s gift
To compose, teach, comfort and fulfill.
Shakespeare, perhaps the greatest writer in history
In his day was known as a master of good plays.
The theater gave him the freedom to create
And in turn he put hearts and souls a blaze.
Far from the world of the stage
Shakespeare was born in April of 1564.
In the little English town called Stratford
With several sisters and brothers after and before.
All the boys went to the same grammar school
As soon as they could read and write.
Where the only subject taught was Latin
Which was of little use to those born bright.
At 18 he married a woman named Anne Hathaway
Who was 8 years older than he.
The daughter of a neighboring farmer
Who bore his children, with twins, made three.
In 7 years he was a successful actor
After starting his career at 21.
Only the best actors found work in London
And by the grace a God Shakespeare was one.
Many actors of the period were playwrights
And Shakespeare was one of the best.
His greatest success was Henry VI,
Which placed him above the rest.
Shakespeare turned to another kind of writing
When because of a plague London theaters had to close.
He wrote two narrative poems greatly admired by the critics
Though to be famous as a poet, he never wanted or chose.
He in stead, turned back to the life of the stage
As soon as the theaters reopened again.
He joined an acting company until he retired
Writing plays for the Chamberlain’s Men.
Shakespeare died in 1616
And was buried in his local church back home.
Where he had been baptized 52 years before
He lies in his grave silent and alone.
Red, gold, yellow, green and blue
Are the colors of Christmas, which glow.
They help us feel their value within
As we travel our way through the snow.
Red stands for passion, anger or desire
Gold is the steadiness of love.
Yellow is fear of the unforeseen
Green and blue are the stars above.
The luster of Christmas can be yours
Most anywhere at a nearby store.
To purchase and adorn your tree and home
Celebrating life, Jesus and more.
IT BREAKS MY HEART TO CATCH YOU
Where there’s smoke there is fire
Of that you can be sure.
I can’t believe I trusted you
And believed in who you were.
You told me it was me you loved
With no need for someone new.
All you wanted was my heart and soul
And my promise to be true.
For whatever reason you blew it
And from me you must stay away.
You called me by another’s name
When it was our time to play.
It breaks my heart to catch you
Here’s your cloths in a sack.
You choose to cheat and lie to me
So get out and never come back.
KENNEDY THE WAR YEARS
After the attack on Pearl Harbor
He applied for sea duty in the war.
Where Lieutenant John F. Kennedy
Became known for his bravery and more.
In the dark hours before dawn
On August 2, of 43.
Kennedy commanded a torpedo boat
Through the blackness of night at sea.
PT – 109, was on Solomon’s patrol
With a 12-man crew in a plywood craft.
A Japanese destroyer plowed through the night
Ramming and cutting Kennedy’s boat in half.
Two of the crew just disappeared
A third was badly burned.
Kennedy himself was thrown to the deck,
Where in pain his leadership he earned.
Some of his men had never learned to swim
As he gathered them on the bobbing bow.
The hours passed till it seemed it would sink
So they made for an island and here’s how.
He ordered those who could to swim
The others were to hang on to a beam.
Kennedy grabbed the injured sailor
And off they tread through the ocean stream.
With his teeth clenched on the burnt man’s vest straps
Skipper Kennedy swam 3 miles.
5 hours later they all made it
Despite their hardships, sharks and trials.
The next problem was how to summon up help
Without arousing the enemy all around.
After several attempts swimming to other islands
Eventually two natives in a canoe were found.
Kennedy scratched a note on a coconut
To be delivered to a base 38 miles away.
The message made it and they were saved
And their courage still lives today.
THE FIRST THANKSGIVING
The pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving
At Plymouth in October 1621.
The bitter winter of 1620, was over
With a loss of many father, mother, daughter or son.
Life for survivors was much better now
As a good harvest improved what was rationed
Settlers enjoyed good health and prosperity
As homes were raised from the logs they fashioned.
They walked unafraid and safely in the woods
For they had made peace with the Indians.
After the signing a long-lasting treaty
Natives and Pilgrims shared the land as friends.
Sending four men to shoot waterfowl and wild turkeys
The Pilgrims decreed a holiday of good fortune
A chief was invited who brought 90 braves
And five deer to increase the portion.
It was an open-air roast and festival
Held along the north bank of Town Brook.
Where there were games of skill, chance and dance
While everyone gorged on the feast they cooked.
From then on Thanksgiving spread through the colonies
Though each region chose its own date.
Till in 1789 President Washington proclaimed
November 26 a day to give thanks and celebrate.
The theme of Thanksgiving has always been the same.
Though its date has changed many times.
A day for giving and remembering the less fortunate
Expressing thankfulness with our prayers, hearts and minds.
It is our duty as a nation to acknowledge providence
Of Almighty God, and to obey His will.
To be grateful for His blessings, and protection
As we humbly partake in the tables we fill.
MARTIN LUTHER KING JR.
Dr. King, one of the most influential black leaders
Was born to a minister and a teacher of school.
Educated to where he earned his P.H.D.
Becoming a pastor marching against what was unfair and cruel.
Leading a boycott to protest bus segregation
As he preached and marched for freedom for all
He was jailed, threatened, spat on and beaten
As for peaceful demonstration he would call.
Marching to Washington, In 1963
Voicing concern for the plight of the poor.
Soon there after, he was killed by a sniper
In Memphis, supporting workers rights and more.
Dr. King will be remembered down through history
With words for all to prayerfully remember.
To be judged, not by color, but by character
Shunning violence never to surrender.
WHERE WARS ARE WON OR LOST
Wars are waged by older men
In battle rooms in countries apart.
Who call for greater firepower
And troops for the combat chart.
While out among the shattered flesh
The dreams of all have turned gray.
So young and determined their faces were
Till on the battlefield they lay.
Unable to overcome their pride
The politicians cast their vote.
For this or that or something else
As the rage of war sounds its note.
Wherever wars are won or lost
The soldiers fall like toys.
Down through history it remains the same
Most who die are hardly more than boys.
Like monkeys in a revolving cage
Man squabbles for the peanuts of power.
When will we rise above our greed
And become as a beautiful flower?
Death to death, dust to dust
The wrath of war is a hideous crime.
It’s our beast within that still prevails
As it has through the torments of time.
Throughout Man’s history, besides sex
Gold has been the most sought after thing on earth.
Men have left their homes and traveled into the unknown
To search the wilderness for its beauty and worth.
Kingdoms have risen or fallen because of gold
That’s why Columbus for the New World set sail.
The most common use of gold has always been money
And any country without it would fail.
Ships loaded with gold sailed in constant danger
Of attacks by pirates hunting the high seas.
They took their booty to island hideouts
Till they had enough to live back in Europe as they please.
Gold is the mythical treasure of pharaohs and kings
A magic substance yellow, hard and cold.
Explorers took gold from the Aztecs and Incas
And shipped it back to Spain to the treasure rooms of old.
South America supplied most of the world’s gold
Until 1849 when into California poured 80,000 miners.
In three years San Francisco grew from village to city
And the gold hunters were called forty-niners.
Gold discoveries have always influenced a countries economy
Good or bad their lasting effect was to speed up settlement.
Men came to hunt treasure and stayed to build a country
Though all did not strike it rich there was adventure and excitement.
EDGAR ALLAN POE
One of America’s most famous writers
Was born in Boston, January of 1809.
Both his parents were failing actors
And his father was drunk most the time.
In 1810 Edgar’s dad disappeared
His mother died soon after.
A childless couple took him in
Raising him with love and laughter.
Edgar had a Negro nurse
Who brought him to her quarters.
There he listened to ghost stories
Far beyond earthly borders.
The strange tales he later wrote
May have come from her inspiration.
The words she used to describe death
Gave Poe his taste for sensation.
The Allans moved to England
Where Poe attended boarding schools.
There’s no doubt his time spent there
Sharpened his skills as tools.
Returning to Richmond and back in school
He began to compose new verse.
Heavy debts forced him to leave college
As his life took a turn for the worse.
Poe caught a ride on a coal barge to Boston
Where he was unable to find employment.
A young printer agreed to publish his poems
Giving him hope and enjoyment.
Penniless, Poe enlisted in the army
And was accepted to West Point in 29.
Poe couldn’t stand not being a writer
Self-imposing his dismissal from The Line.
Afterward he became an editor and critic
And married his cousin who was thirteen.
Six years latter he discovered she was dying
Suffering once more the unforeseen.
He went through periods of insanity
Caused by grieving and functional fall.
He smoked opium and drank too much
Till at his doorstep death would call.
Edgar Allan Poe the master of verse
Still lives in our hearts today
Famous for The Raven and other great works
May his soul rest in peace we pray.
SO DEAR TO MY HEART
So dear to my heart are my loved ones at home
As I toss and I turn in my bunk all alone.
Everyday I see death, hate and corruption
Combat is God’s proof of man’s malfunction
For family, comrades and myself I pray
To my love with this poem I wish to convey.
I knew I loved you though never how much
Till by war, I’m forced beyond your touch.
Where violence thrives, there’s the stench of death
With the taste of fear on every breath.
Who shall prevail, who shall die?
As the sadistic kill beneath God’s sky.
Baghdad has become man’s highway to hell
Where the hearts of darkness are alive and well.
I count each day till it’s time to come home
And be with my love and never alone.
After school my friend and I would walk through town to the river
Soon to bait our trout lines with cotton cake, crawdads and liver.
Sometimes we used baby bullheads, perch or great big frogs
Tossing out into the current next to a snag of logs.
At times we would disrobe and wade out in the stream
Attaching lines to anything hoping to hook our dream.
One day I made some doe bait and stuffed it in my sock
Attached five hooks, hundred pound line and tied it to a rock.
When I bragged to my classmates they snickered and called me fool
Till the next day they followed me to the river after school.
I made my way to the water my path was a fallen tree
Something big was on my line it was easy for us to see.
I tried to pull it in but the current was too strong
Three boys ran to assist me as we began to sing a song.
Going fishing instead of wishing for the granddaddy of them all
If we land this monster will give the sport shows a call.
It seemed like forever before our beast was ashore
Eighty-five pounds of flathead cat as big as a closet door.
We shared his steaks at a fish fry, food for heart and soul
Took his head and nailed it high for all to see on a pole.
For a time we ceased our casting instead we chased the girls
After marriage with our kids we again fished the swirls.
Too many of my friends have past and the years have raced by
Though here I sit with rod in hand a fisherman till I die.
THE LAWS of GOD
Jesus is our Savior who whips the Devil’s hide
After death heaven awaits for all with Him who ride.
Disobedience by believers was forgiven by His loss
The future of man was changed by His death on the cross.
We ‘re free to believe whatever till its time to say farewell
All who turn their back to Christ shall suffer the blaze of hell.
Lucifer loves to bait his hook and fish the pond of man
Once he has you in his net you’re the victim of his hand.
Some say not to worry for man was once an ape
It’s okay to hate, plunder, murder, lie and rape.
I choose to follow the Bible and observe God’s laws
Praying for the mislaid in the clutch of Satan’s claws.
THE FORTRESS of LOVE
Every marriage has its bumps in the road
And they can pop up at any time.
We must learn to navigate them safely
With fairness, faith and open mind.
No matter how far in your marriage you’ve gone
The highway of love has its rules.
The excitement of sex, trust and affection
Never tolerates self-serving fools.
They say marriages are made in heaven,
But so are tornadoes, lighting and thunder.
Cold hearts and hot heads never solve anything
They just destroy what we love by blunder.
Boredom, frustration, irritations and anger
Douse the spark between you and your mate.
More of the same fails to feed love’s flame
Till you wake up to find it’s too late
Human touch sustains the release of endorphins
For both the giver and receiver.
Never be afraid to hug your partner.
For the language of touch is a reliever.
Always remember to support your spouse
When times of dilemma arise.
The fortress of love will sustain your marriage
If you speak less and listen more, you’re wise.
The one thing I’ve learned about happiness
It will never last pretending you’re not you.
Somehow, someway the truth will arise
And all that you hide will show through.
Sooner or later, one way or another
Something in your life seems wrong.
You go to bed unhappy and awake the same
Repeating the same mistakes too long.
One day, to yourself, you begin to question
“Is this who I am and wish to be”?
How will I choose to live the rest of my life
Till the angel of death comes for me?
Most people wish to be at peace with God
Oneself, and those we love.
Frequently taking a look at their past
Praying for guidance from above.
Thank Heaven for God’s whispers within
Which remind us that evil has its voice too.
It’s always a battle amid right and wrong
As we ponder and perform what we do.
MARRIAGE SEX AND ROMANCE
Some other time, I’m not in the mood
Why cant we just cuddle and watch TV
When couples drift into the celibate zone
It’s not long till someone will flee.
Sexual fulfillment helps preserve love
Parenthood, marriage and self-esteem.
Those who maintain it avoid saying no
To be blessed by its pleasure and gleam.
While dating we tend to be more romantic
Putting forth the best of our charms.
Sharing dinners, long walks and lustful weekends
As we spend more time in each other’s arms.
How many times have you said “not tonight”
Exposing your happy home to harm?
Today’s crushing deadlines leave little time for love
Leaving partners with sorrow, sadness and alarm.
So share one another with red wine and time
Dial your own number and leave the phone off the hook.
Enjoy some romance, sex and laughter
Improving your mood and the way you look.
There’s no greater power on earth
Than the love we get from our mothers.
They feel our fears within themselves
Far more than sisters or brothers.
As seasons pass; in time we learn
We can’t always rely on others.
No mater what our mistakes may be
We know we can run to our mothers.
Mothers have great big aprons
To hide from the world our flaws.
They kiss and scold when we do wrong
Teaching compliance of laws.
From birth to death mothers lead
Our angels of kindness from above.
They give us more than anyone else
Preaching the importance of love.
Moms are certainly God’s gift to earth
So if you still have one, let it be known.
You can’t imagine your life without her
While the seed of your future is sown.
LOVE AND ELECTRICITY
Love and electricity are a lot alike
For we never seem to miss them till their gone.
We need both, every day of our life
And even more between twilight and dawn.
Love resembles a self-consuming amber
A static current of both pain and pleasure.
It can warm our bed and lighten the darkness
And for most who don 't have it, it's a treasure.
We can turn it on or we can turn it off
Depending on whatever we're forced to do.
It may shock us, please us, thrill us or hurt us
Though once without it, we can't wait to renew.
Four hundred years ago highborn Brits sailed to America
Seeking fast fortunes, adventure and fame.
Many would never endure their first year here
Cultivating, foraging and hunting game.
Arriving in Virginia they came ill-prepared
In search of gold and a route to the South Seas.
What they found were hostile Indians,
Insects, starvation and disease.
“Virginia is Earth’s only Paradise!”
The laureate of England would proclaim!
However by August of 1607,
Every day there was anguish and pain.
They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats
One man ate his wife and hid her bones in the ground.
Despite their hardships, half managed to survive
Becoming America’s first permanent, English town.
God’s words to Jonah were to preach at Nineveh
A great city from which armies against Israel often came.
Instead he went to Joppa a city by the sea
Where he paid his passage and sailed without shame.
The ship had not gone far before a tremendous storm arose
And the crew became frightened and began to pray.
They threw the cargo overboard to help stay afloat
As they pondered who among them should be cast away?
They chose to draw lots to expose God’s offender.
And the lot fell upon Jonah who ran from his call
The sailors tried their best to bring the ship to shore,
When they failed they pitched Jonah to suffer God’s law.
Jonah’s body hardly touched the waters of the deep
When up came a huge fish and swallowed him whole.
From within it’s belly he had time to think of his sins
Make peace with God and purify his soul.
After three days, the fish swam close to shore
Casting up Jonah on dry land unharmed.
Again Jonah heard God’s voice from his heart
Saying save Nineveh from Lucifer’s charm.
Soon after he preached, that Nineveh along with its people
God would destroy unless they turned from their wicked ways.
To his surprise, they listened and repented their sins
And were told by their king to pray for God’s praise.
World War-I gave us the flyboys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.
Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.
Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.
Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.
Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man’s highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.
How many flyboys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?
The leaves of the cottonwoods hung motionless
As outside the walls Santa Anna’s horde closed in.
A small band of Texans watched and waited
Preoccupied by combat and how life would end.
The battle raged from building to building
Till the old mission’s chapel was the last to fall.
Over 180 Texans died fighting to the man
Never to yield, surrender or crawl.
Six weeks later Sam Houston rallied his forces
With “Remember the Alamo” as their battle cry.
Attacking and defeating Santa Anna’s army
To win independence for Texas or die.
The Spanish word for “cottonwood” is “Alamo”
The long time popular name for the mission.
Today the stout-walled old chapel still stands
Preserved as a shrine of sacrifice and tradition.
It’s 1606 as we hunt the high seas
For ships of gold, silver or gem stones.
We eat moldy cheese, dried apples and fish
Till the crew in all are mussels and bones.
None of us expect to live past 40
Seeking to prosper and we don’t care how.
There‘s a bounty to be paid for each man’s head
Dead or alive where condemned men now.
Our guns are many from the ships we’ve seized
With their cannons of bronze as valuable as gold.
We have extra sails to harness the winds
Providing speed to out run, overtake and hold.
Sometimes we spare our captives for ransom
Sometimes because we need their gender.
All become slaves and we their masters
Fearing the unknown and who must surrender.
Bloody pirates to the man we have become
It’s the only life we know how to live.
After death will keep our date with fate
Facing justice with our past to forgive.
Around 1615 coffee came to Western Europe
Raising a huge controversy and warning cry.
Some said it was intoxicating and poisonous
And any whom consume it will die.
No one knows how coffee was discovered
Though it is said its effects were known before A.D. 575.
Persian armies carried and ate its seeds for strength
Which in battle could decide who would perish or survive.
Arabs where the first to brew its bitter seeds into a drink
In a attempt to make it taste better and easier to consume.
Soon the new beverage spread to Turkey and Europe
As the world became addicted to the harvest of it’s bloom.
Thank God for caffeine found in coffee
Which helps multitudes make it through the day.
Like ancestors of the past it helps energy to last
And for it’s stimulant we are eager to pay.
DON’T FORSAKE ME?
Please don’t forsake our love my darling
On this night before our wedding day.
I know your ex is crying to get back
But that’s just the price he’ll have to pay.
Good guys provide for their families
Tell the truth, pay bills and remain true.
Bad guys procrastinate, chase women and party
Then blame their shortcomings, on “you”.
I will love you only and tend to your needs
Never to lie, steal or cheat.
Giving all I have to share and prosper
And when wrong I will accept defeat.
Your happiness is my inspiration
For when I please you, you please me.
I wish to father our children and give them love
And be the best husband a man can be.
SACRIFICE, TRANSFORMATION, AND UNRESTRICTED WARFARE
The Japanese hadn’t lost a war since 1598
Each man carried 400 rounds of ammunition
(twice as many as an American infantryman)
With five days rations and fearless determination.
The men in the badly wrapped brown uniforms
Since their early childhood had been taught
That to die for the emperor and one’s country
Was the greatest of all glories to be sought.
Moreover, the hardware backing them was awesome
As sharpshooters they were accurate up to a thousand yards and more.
Their ships were faster, their guns bigger, Their torpedoes better
And their plains matchless in quality, aerobatics and score.
Only by sacrifice, transformation and unrestricted warfare
Was America able to overcome and prevail.
Again America must stand firm to survive
As we face a new monster from Hell.
SONS AND DAUGHTERS of WORLD WAR III
Our sons and daughters serve in harms way
To defend our way of life.
Some are students, some grandparents
Many a husband or wife.
They face great odds without complaint
Gambling life and limb for little pay.
So far away from all they love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.
The plotters and planners of America’s doom
Pledge to murder and maim all they can.
From early childhood they are taught
To kill is to become a man.
They exploit their young as weapons of choice
Teaching in heaven virgins will await.
Destroying lives along with their own
To learn of their falsehoods too late.
The fearful cry we must submit
And find a way to soothe them.
Where defenders worry if we stand down
The future for America is grim.
Now’s not the time to fight one another
Or kiss our enemy’s cheek.
All through history it remains the same
The strong enslave the weak.
May God continue to bless America
Refusing evil the upper hand.
It’s up to us to stay resolute
Defending the liberty of Man.
MY FAVORITE POET
My favorite poet is “God”
Who gives Earth its rhythm and rhyme.
Not pied pipers of misguided souls
Who promote distrust, hatred and crime.
Poetry is nature serenading in song
The peaceful roar of the oceans waves.
The wind through the trees and over the hills
And the flowers in the fields by the graves.
The sound of rain as it waters the thirsty
The songs of children at play in the park.
The far off rumble of trains or thunder
As they pass through the night in the dark.
The joy of our baby’s first words and steps
The passion of life with its heroes and clowns.
The on going struggle to survive our sins
As we proliferate in hamlets and towns.
My favorite poet is our Father above
Who was first to know us before birth.
His poetry prolongs every thing we love
As His deliverance gives life its worth.
I WHO HAVE NO ONE
I who have no one, no one at all
Envy others as in love they fall.
Sleepless nights, with inward burning
Feeling hopeless, tossing and turning.
Lord please forgive the fool I’ve been
Hiding from goodness in the shadows of sin.
I humbly pray to heaven in space
For one more chance to regain my grace.
I’ve lived my years indulging myself
Leaving decency and principle on the shelf.
Now that your light shines on my face
I pray for forgiveness in shame and disgrace.
All I ask is your life mate for me
And I pledge to become all I can be.
A soul without love is empty and void
No wonder so many become destroyed.
Outside my window there’s the thunder of rain
And the haunting sound of a far away train.
I feel your presence as I silently cry
For someone to love before I die.
I LOST MY WAY
I lost my way sweet Jesus
I can’t stand to shame you anymore.
While all the time your ocean of truth
Lay before me to explore.
When I closed my eyes to you Lord
Temptation slipped beyond my door.
I’m sick and tired of my behavior
Feeling lost, hopeless and more.
So here I am, “my sins exposed”
With nowhere for me to hide.
Whispering forth my prayers of faith
Sensing your presence inside.
I drifted from you Master
My shepherd of guiding light.
I lost my way sweet Jesus
And I pray to repent tonight.
SATAN’S HORDE SHALL BE REMOVED
Overrun with war and uncontrolled leaders
Our world becomes more dangerous each day.
Dishonest politicians, criminals and the media
Survive by their falsehoods at play.
Bible believers preach, that the end is near
Our world as a whole is beyond reform.
God will eradicate all which is wicked
By His fire of eruption and storm.
To evil’s victory, I will never concede
May its supporters anguish in hell.
By the grace of God and the power of faith
The goodness of man will prevail.
What we accomplish is heaven’s measure
As patriots respond to the threats of man.
Protect and defend what we love till death
As the soldiers of Satan arise from the sand.
We have always been a nation of immigrants
Yet immigrants cause us to divide.
Newcomers are welcome when legitimate
For their energy, talents and pride.
To many besides the undocumented
Break our laws despite what they say.
As the anxious by the thousands
Pour over our borders each day.
The absolute one-way to bring America to ruin
Is to let it become a clash of nationalities.
Even now as we argue and debate
We’re ignoring our long-term realities.
It’s time to bring back the melting pot
Or at least an updated application.
For one and all to assimilate and embrace
The laws that sustain our nation.
Everyone must learn about America’s heritage
Our democratic principles and freedom of choice.
All must be taught the values by which we’re defined
And English both printed word and voice.
We can volunteer to teach English to immigrants
And invite them to our church, synagogue or home.
What each of us does can make a difference
As the seeds of our culture are sown.
Honor, morality, faith and integrity
Are the glue which holds society in place.
Pornography, hate, jealousy and greed
Cause man to be plagued by disgrace.
Night and day we’re informed by headlines
Which seem to give evil added time.
Always at war killing one another
In our world full of violence and crime.
Be thankful for the upright among us
Who desire to obey God’s laws.
Repentant when wrong they change their ways
Serving the rest of us despite our flaws.
Honor, morality, faith and integrity
Are what life’s heroes are made of.
Defending what’s right; confronting what’s wrong
Propelled by achievement, and love.
Momentary courage helps preserve mankind
When our angel within is allowed to rise.
Men, women, children, kings and presidents
Are blessed by deeds not falsehoods and lies.
Be it soldier, fireman, policeman or physician
All have known the rush of courage.
To many among us think just of our self
In our world full of crime and discourage.
Thank God for the extraordinary
Who arrive by birth in every race.
Committing what’s right to preserve what’s true
Despite the agents of hate and disgrace.
Washington, Lincoln, Roosevelt and Kennedy
Truman, Bill Clinton and George Bush too.
Had their moments of momentary courage
And the rest is up to me and you.
IT’S NOT THE LAST DAYS OF MANKIND ON EARTH
Too, many live with a neglected spirit
Overlooking the sensitivities of the soul.
We need additional love and compassion
If man’s glory on earth is our goal.
Bombs set off in marketplaces and streets
Teachers and students shot in school.
Infants snatched when parents turn their backs
And the elderly mugged by the heartless and cruel.
Old forests stripped for commercial ventures
Woodlands laid bare by the poor seeking fuel.
Groundwater polluted and unfit to drink
With industrial waste in the fisherman’s pool.
Corporate greed causing layoffs and business collapse.
Dirty foul air choked with pollution.
800,000,000 who go to bed hungry
With war and terrorism the solution.
Distressed by events or by personal loss
Many question why God does not intervene?
It’s up to us to rise above human wrongs
Overpowering the misled, cold-blooded and mean.
It’s not the last days of mankind on earth
But the last days for the sadistic and unforgiving.
God’s Word promises the righteous will endure
So advance your behavior and begin living.
THE DAY of JEHOVAH IS NEAR
“The day of Jehovah is near”
Judging the worst the world has seen.
Bringing relief to the righteous
And punishment to the mean.
Evil’s malice will expire
By the power of God and His glory.
The soldiers of Heaven shall prevail
To tell the world their story.
“The day of Jehovah is near”
So it’s time to select your side.
Remain lost, selfish and blind
Or march with the faithful with pride.
The word of God fills us with hope
Of new heavens and earth that await.
It’s up to us to chose our path
And there is no time to procrastinate.
The agents of hell cast their nets
Far and wide to mislead and use.
The goodness of man must overwhelm
Those who murder, rape and abuse.
The only way our world can prosper
Is by the grace of God’s law.
If we fail to heed His teachings
We must suffer the extinction of all.
JESUS IS A FISHERMAN
Jesus is a fisherman
Who saves the souls of man.
Dead or alive He leads the faithful
To the streams of promise land.
He sees us when we’re happy
He hears us when we’re glad.
He whispers words of hope to us
When we face something sad.
As wicked thoughts control the mind
Evil deeds control the heart.
Jesus is who we turn to
When from sins we must depart.
Jesus is a fisherman
Who baits His hook with love.
Casting His line in your direction
From the banks of Heaven above.
Will we battle terrorism, as it should be fought
Or run away and let evil doers chase us to our door?
Will we protect our freedom and system of life
As our fathers and grandfathers sacrificed before?
Will we secure our borders against illegal entry
Or let our economy and security be destroyed?
Will we finally stop runaway wasteful spending
By leaders who are self-serving and void?
Will we continue to pledge our help to the less fortunate
Who suffer from war, hunger and disease?
Will we preserve our heritage and our future
From those who wish to bring liberty to its knees?
Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the thankful, honorable and just.
Never surrender our freedom of choice
Standing firm for what we believe and trust.
LOVE CONSUMES ALL
Love consumes all physical functions
Hearing, taste, touch, thought and smell.
It can heal, destroy, weaken or bond
Those caught in its presence and spell.
May I be remembered by tears of love
When my hands lay across my chest.
Displayed for view to say goodbye
To my family, friends and the rest.
Until it’s time for my final farewell
I will serve whom I love even more.
These words of passion inhabit my heart
Conveying my need for all, I adore.
PASSION AND LOVE
Samson so loved Delilah
He ended up grinding grain.
Anthony so loved Cleopatra
He lost all and was slain.
David so loved Bathsheba
He drifted from God’s command.
The way I feel makes it easy
To imagine and understand.
You‘re the inspiration of my day
And the delight of my night.
The joy we share as we conceive
Makes everything feel just right.
Thank heaven for passion and love
Blessings from God to man.
Without them we’re mere creatures
Subsisting like ants in the sand.
TO BE BLESSED BY LOVE
Darkness submits to the brightness of day
For all rich, famous or peasant.
God gives us love as a tool of endurance
For what is glorious, painful or unpleasant.
He gives us friends that mean so much
Though His greatest gift is fathers and mothers.
From them we learn the guidance we need
Or from grandparents, sisters and brothers.
How rewarding it is to share our concerns
Of the burdens that trouble man’s soul.
With words of love, passion and faith
With happiness and purpose our goal.
To be blessed by love elevates life
Projecting a radiance of grace to our face.
Like the heavenly bodies that illuminate the night
As we voyage through the vastness of space.
From the moment we’re born until our death
We desire the sensations of earth.
Our quest for happiness is a ongoing hunt
For dedication, affection and worth.
We’re taught to walk and how to talk
As the grown ups show us the way.
Protected by our family’s care
We learn how to love, work and play.
Far to soon as we look in the mirror
We notice youth has slipped away.
We ponder the past and our future
As we squeeze what we can from the day.
Once we’re aware of our less time left
Most tend to make amends for the past.
We love others more and ourselves less
As the sensations of life are cast.
In life, we fail despite wealth and prestige
If no one cries at our passing.
We must strive to become irreplaceable
So the memory of our love is lasting.
My opponent’s huge but his brain is small
I’ll bust his chin and watch him fall.
He’ll greet the mat and moan and groan
As I stand in victory, he’ll lie alone.
Boxing is a game of sport
Loved by all both tall and short.
Cheers and shouts shall fill the air
Far more than a circus or fair.
I’ll jump the ropes and respond to the bell
Engage in combat and fight like hell.
As the punishment begins, behold the test.
Soon the fans will know, “Who’s Best.”
THE JOY I FEEL
The joy I feel within my heart
Has overcome my void.
No more foolish, selfish acts
Risking love to be destroyed.
You’re the rainbow of my day
And the tiger of my night.
Your style of loving me
Leaves no reason to fuss or fight.
Happiness shuns the selfish
Who fail God’s test of time.
Contentment comes as a gift
To hearts of the thoughtful and kind.
I obtain my daily need
As I awake to find you near.
The love we share celebrates life
As we laugh or cry with tear.
Through out each day, there are moments
I find I need you even more.
You’re the radiance of my life
Who I worship, serve and adore.
I LOVE BEING LOVED BY YOU
My life overflows with happiness
As my favorite dreams come true.
My days and nights are magical
Because of everything you do.
You stand by me as troubles occur
And listen to my worries and fears.
You share my burdens and my joys
With faith, compassion and tears.
God’s gift to man is someone to love
Which can be both splendid and rare.
Throughout life there’s nothing better
Then those who will love us and care.
There’s the past, present, future, and beyond
Which will test our measure by what we say and do.
Too many overlook the thrill of now
But not I, “for I love being loved by you.”
THE DISTORTION of MAN
We’re sought by Satan of that I’m sure
As he plots to derail our soul.
Greed, hate, lust, anger and fear
Are deeds, which facilitate his goal.
He smiles at lies, cheating and theft
He laughs at never-ending war.
He drools to conquer the hearts of man
Shadowing every window and door.
Tempting all with unclean pleasures
His success is weakness and desire.
We triumph only through the power of faith
Avoiding eternal torment and fire.
Goodness and evil illustrate life
Like the two sides of every coin.
Most can’t help but experience both
As we learn who to trust, follow and join.
Praise our Lord for morals and ethics
The laws of Heavenly command.
Without God’s armor and His grace
We become the distortion of man.
AS THE MADNESS of WAR TELLS ITS STORY
Goodness must overrule absolute evil
Though there’s nothing worse than war.
Sometimes we have no alternative option
Except to kill or be killed as before.
The best of plans can go amiss
With uncertainties till the first shots are fired.
As generals plot their path toward victory
It’s up to the wounded, the fallen and tired.
It’s not how strong or athletic you are
That decides who is blessed to return.
Those who survive are a product of luck
And our prayers and support they’ve earned.
War seems to peel the veneer off society
Exposing our villain within.
A crazy obsession to rule over others
By death, destruction and sin.
The mayhem of conflict is a ongoing scourge
Robbing man from intended glory.
The hinge of history swings in all directions
As the madness of war tells its story.
THE RAINBOWS of AUTUMN
Autumn leaves cling high in the tree tops
As acorns drop to the bottom.
Summer’s hot days have long since gone
Replaced by the coolness of Autumn.
The roses and mums are still in bloom
For the nights are brisk without frost.
Halloween is just around the corner
With the brilliance of autumn soon lost.
Dead leaves create the rainbows of Autumn
Red, yellow, orange, purple and brown.
Soon winter shall blanket nature in white
As the seeds of summer lie dormant in the ground.
Wild geese call as they fly in formation
Across the star filled skies of night.
The moon seems larger and has more color
Reflecting with wonder its light.
Autumn for most, is their favorite time of year
Till winter passes and it’s spring once more.
A time of harvest and transformation
As the light of day is shorter than before.
How many autumns have come and gone
Only God could tell the story.
How many autumns have we left to enjoy
With their fulfillment, radiance and glory?
Over any man who feels lost without love
God gives women divine powers.
They can break our hearts or deflate our ego
And cause us to buy diamonds and flowers.
They have compelled kings and presidents to beg
Wild singles to commit to change their way.
Loving us with pleasures problematic to replace
With flashbacks of their passion night and day.
Women mother our babies who we love till death
For us to teach, protect and provide for.
They contribute revenue, affection and direction
With love, companionship and more.
They insist we never abuse or disgrace them
Cheat, lie or take their love for granted.
Which helps us to become more than we are
In love and totally enchanted.
THE MAGIC of SLEEP
Sleep makes us happier, healthier and sexier
Though millions of Americans suffer without.
24 –7 = TV, sports, video games and deadlines
Make us wonder what life is about.
Cigarettes, booze, coffee and the new born
Can all rob you of precious sleep.
Being broken hearted over someone lost
As you lie without them and weep.
Multitudes pop the little green butterfly
Or some other pill to obtain precious rest.
Making time for prayer, love, laughter and song
Improve our sleep to endure God’s test.
While sleeping we dream of now and here after
The good, the bad and who we wish not to be.
Passing our burdens to the hands of God
Who fashioned all we hear, breath and see.
The magic of sleep sustains the heartbeats of life
Our ability to reason, overcome and succeed.
Without its presence, we wither on the vine
Victims of exhaustion, worry and greed.
THE RIVER of NO RETURN
Beware of the streams of evil
Feeding the river of no return.
Where whatever gives us pleasure
Is our only worry and concern.
True happiness results from blessings
Handed down from heaven to earth.
God seems to smile on people in love
Who have chosen to share their worth.
Three types of humans occupy earth
The bad, the not so bad and the horrible.
Somewhere in-between, most us are
And our babies are most adorable.
Far too many become disappointing
Mimicking adults as they stretch and grow.
Lost somewhere in self-indulgence
In a world they have yet to know.
Thanks to faith and spiritual teachings
Multitudes follow the path of grace.
The righteous are the hope of man
As we journey the dangers of space.
Reject what is selfish, cruel and unkind
Steer clear of evil deeds without fear.
Listen to the voice of God in man
And you’ll remain more civilized and clear.
ALEXANDER THE GREAT
King Philip his father engaged a new teacher
When Alexander turned thirteen.
Aristotle the greatest mind of his time
Gave Alexander his taste for the unforeseen.
Alexander dreamed of a one-world empire
Held together by one king and tradition.
After his father was murdered by rivals
He ruled in his place with conviction.
Philip’s death caused conquered kingdoms to rebel
And for next two years Alexander forced them to concede.
The huge Persian Empire of King Darius III
Posed the greatest threat to Greeks and their creed.
The Persian cavalry numbered over forty thousand
Plus one million foot soldiers with weapons and shield.
Alexander’s troops numbered thirty thousand on the ground
Along side five thousand horsemen who dominated the field.
Alexander practiced many new methods of war
One of his most effective was called the siege train.
Several high towers would be rolled up to city walls on wheels
From which defenders were overwhelmed and slain.
He developed mechanical machines of death
Catapults, which hurled fifty-pound stones.
Large arrows and burning balls of fire
Smashing walls, buildings and bones.
Soon Alexander fulfilled his prophecy
Sitting on the golden throne of Persian kings.
Possessing great treasures from conquered lands
Though his greatest need was conquest not things.
Alexander, king of Asia, would not be satisfied
His ambition and ego denied him rest.
He decided to march his armies to India
Putting the Rajahs armies and elephants to test.
The huge beasts, which were unknown in Europe
Frightened Alexander’s men at the start.
In spite of their fear disciplined prevailed
As Greek spears tore holes in their heart.
Exhausted by years of hardship and battle
His men refused to go on and Alexander gave in.
Disease, thirst, and hunger were their constant companions
From the time they left Greece till they were home again.
Alexander was physically and emotionally sick
To the point of becoming critically ill.
He died in Babylon at thirty-two
King of prophesies he pledged to fulfill.
WE’LL ALL REUNITE IN TIME
Fame, wealth, prestige, and wild women
For too long were my passions of life.
One day I found sweet liberation
When God gave my heart to my wife.
33 years we loved one another
Sharing all we possessed and more.
Last year she passed in the middle of night
Never to shadow our door.
I’m sure in rapture, she awaits
For me to arrive in heaven divine.
I’ll miss our children and grandkids too
But we’ll all reunite in time.
Winning souls tend to change everything,
Including who and what we are.
When our darkness within transforms to light
And our eyes have the luster of a star.
We must always pray for the lost among us
Who eagerly race toward the wrong direction.
So they may know their own repentance
Blessed by God’s, grace, love and protection.
All of Heaven’s heroes have suffered remorse
From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war.
They do what they do with deliverance of heart
Defeating the dark side of life and more.
Noah found safety within the beams of his ark
To endure Heaven’s cleansing of earth.
Moses the deliverer, climbed a mountain
Descending with God’s guidelines of worth.
David the shepherd, a boy among men
Slew evil’s giant with a flying stone.
Samson the strong man, broke from his chains
Toppling the temple with God’s help alone.
Jonah was swallowed by a monster fish
To be cast up on shore with a prophecy to tell.
Jesus of Nazareth was nailed to the cross
And without His forgiveness we’re doomed to fail.
Lord I’ll feel blessed to greet all your heroes
When it is my time to escape my woes.
I’ll clutch their hands and kiss their face
As we celebrate the journey we chose.
Misdeeds were put here as a test for mankind
And too many race down the wrong path.
Greed, hate, lust and perversion are Satan’s tools
In his workshops of corruption and wrath.
Rape, robbery, murder and assault
Are committed by the dishonest night and day.
Thank God for those who line up to protect
The principles of justice, honor and fair play.
Where would we be without valiant policemen
Who patrol our neighborhoods and streets?
Risking their life and limb on the line
Arresting thieves, killers, drug dealers, perverts and cheats.
To many officers end up victims of divorce
Products of occupational danger and strain.
Never knowing when they say good by
If it’s their day to be crippled or slain.
It takes a brave soul to become a good cop
Risking everything for little praise and pay.
It’s true that some may abuse their badge
But for the majority we gratefully pray.
THE LAST GOODBYE
I’m on my way to greet my Master
And shake His hand when I die.
I’m on my way to john sweet Jesus
In His mansion beyond on high.
I’m on my way to escape man’s woes
Where the faithful rise to tell their story.
Following the path of love and compliance
Guided by God’s magnificence and glory.
As I journey to and from all I love
It hurts to say my absolute goodbye.
I’m on my way to divine fulfillment
But for those left behind, “I cry.”
The Last Goodbye
POETS ARE THE BELL RINGERS of THE SOUL
Poets as a rule are high on adventure
Like wondering bards or prophets today.
Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom
Casting through verse their visions at play.
Poets have their dreams and nightmares
Of love, life, death, faith and war.
They feel the pain and tragedy of others
Even those they’ve never met before.
They fan the flames of human compassion
With their stories of the failings of man.
Professing to follow a higher power
As they recruit whomever they can.
Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
They sound their alarm of what lies ahead
As the missteps of man live on.
Lord I’m coming, Lord I’m running
Skipping steps all the way to your gate.
I know I have faltered, thanks to faith I’ve altered
Escaping my bondage of hate.
For too long I was selfish, reckless and cruel
Refusing to regret my actions as a fool.
An arrow from Heaven found its way to my soul
Since then till now giving love as my goal.
Blessed by my children and the treasures of life
Blessed by income, hard work and a wife.
Led by your wisdom to combat what is wrong
Blessed by your grace, worship and song.
Age is upon me but I’m not afraid to die
All that I stand for will be viewed by and by.
I don’t expect a mansion or wings to help me fly
Only to serve you and yours in the sky.
With one foot in Heaven and one down on earth
I pray to be remembered and judged by my worth.
If I’m forced to camp, just outside your gate
I will still be grateful and not, “hesitate.”
Millions of dewdrops greet the dawn
As hungry of bees buzz the clover.
Dazzling butterflies flutter about
As moms give love the world over.
Lessons learned at our mother’s knee
Last a lifetime till we grow older.
Popping up when troubles accrue
Like a whispering angel on our shoulder.
Gods gives us friends that mean so much
Children, fathers, sisters and brothers.
Though far, far above all the rest
No one loves us more than our mothers.
In and out of friendships, jobs and partners
Our mothers always remain our evening star.
Those who where born to a selfish mom
Make the rest us realize how lucky we are.
How great life is to have a good mom,
Who reads what we feel but can’t say.
Nothing means as much, as her tender touch
And for all who are without one, “we pray.”
THE HORNETS of HELL
The hornets of hell swarm from their nest
Overwhelming all the victims they can.
To sting as many souls as possible
In their destruction of the glory of man.
They murder, rob, rape and plunder
While provoking the meek to submit.
They lie, deceive and mislead
And depend on the world to forget.
Eager to enhance their numbers
They are the cheerleaders of disgrace.
Their agendas of sin must be stopped
For the betterment of each race.
Endless is God’s test of time
To measure man’s spiritual worth
Unwholesome deeds tempt us all
Festering in the repugnance of earth.
The hornets of hell are on the hunt
In all directions by day or night.
The Armor of God shields man’s soul
And gives us our resolve to fight.
The champions of heaven in rapture await
To see who will stumble and fall.
They watch us struggle, in our world of woe
As they pray we will heed, God’s call.
Fools declare we must hide from view
And leave the hornets of hell alone
But when we ignore the liabilities of life
The failings of man become, our own.
BROKEN HEARTED AND BUSTED
Broken hearted and busted by the woman I trusted
When she fooled with the bachelor next door.
He’s tall, good looking and works out with weights
Living off income from family before.
She claims it is I who must shoulder the blame
For her ongoing need for another.
I worked to much and played to little
Though she still loves me like a brother.
So here I dwell in my sportsman’s camper
Parked at a rest stop just outside of town.
She got the house, child support and alimony
Which will last till I’m dead in the ground.
What was I thinking of when I married her
I must have been blinded by lust.
Thank Heaven I’m free of her wicked ways
To search for my angel of trust.
I pray for a women to love me again
Though I’m stripped of my worldly wealth.
Lost in the haze of tears and sorrow
As my sadness overwhelms my health.
They say all is fair in politics and love
So prepare for the unexpected.
There’s nothing worse than to give of yourself
To wake up and find you’re rejected.
Relationships are the greatest predictors of happiness
Healthy ones tend to support our joy and appreciation.
The best way to keep mentally healthy, happy and strong
Can be summed up by love, trust and admiration.
One of the most rewarding things, each of us can do
Is the acknowledgment of others and their fears.
To promote their happiness and sense of worth
By our love, concern, laughter and tears.
Staying eager to display are willingness
To recognize our support from others.
Where would we be without the people we love
Friends, mom, dad, grandparents, sisters and brothers.
We treasure our relationships and pray to maintain them
As they give us our passion and purpose in life.
Cherishing our family, our faith, our country
Our honor, our husband or wife.
God gave earth its incredible trees
For timber, food, fresh air and nesting.
Man and fire have destroyed too many
And their abundance is not self-lasting.
Thank heaven for all who replant trees
Insuring forests for our future and more.
We need trees for their potential harvest
Planted everywhere more then before.
Together we can make a difference
In the taste of earth’s air and its beauty.
How we leave this planet for our children
Is not just our purpose but our duty.
Go to the nursery or drive to the woods
And dig yourself a beautiful tree.
Take it home and help it grow tall
For all to inhale, consume and see.
How hideous would our world grow to be
Without the shade of a glorious tree?
To make sure they never vanish from sight
Is up to nature, mankind and Thee
LIKE A LILY AMONG THE THORNS
Like a lily among the thorns
So are you among the rest.
Your love is my joy of life
Which by God’s grace is the best.
When I sleep my heart is awake
It is the vice of love within.
By day or night I seek your love
My life mate, my partner, my friend.
You ravish my heart with just one look
When I’m less than you desire.
Your eyes speak without words
As displeasure kindles your fire.
Your beautiful and extraordinary
Like a fragrant flower from the wild.
I dream of the day you softly whisper,
“My love, I carry your child.”
The vines put forth their tender grapes
The fig tree her sweet fruit of life.
My love for you is everlasting
As you nourish my need for a wife.
God gave man a woman to adore
And a woman a man to respect.
God gave us children we love till death
To provide for, cherish and protect.
Until it’s dawn and the shadows flee
I will hold you close and ponder
Our life together past and present
And may our future be blessed by wonder.
THE MAD DOGS OF MAN
Wherever dwell the mad dogs of man
There is corruption, plunder and hate.
In every city, town or village
Those who promote distrust deserve their fate.
All are born as an innocent child
Till misled by others along the way.
God has always loved His children
Though it breaks His heart when they stray.
The mad dogs of man never repent
For they have no sense of shame or sorrow.
Worshiping dominance and the dark side of life
Abusing victims as if there were no tomorrow.
God gives the will to sin no more
And to overcome evil unwilling to cease.
The mad dogs of man must be stopped
Who murder, rape and destroy world peace.
Samson, Solomon, Moses and David
Were chosen by God to stand tall.
They faced great odds and the fear of death
Refusing to ignore their call.
The time has come for the people of earth
To band together to restrain the horde.
Standing firm against tyranny where it exists
Putting the mad dogs of man to the sword.
A SCORNFUL WOMAN & A SELFISH MAN
A scornful woman can rip you apart
Destroy your libido and harden your heart.
They shout their list of your every flaw
Declaring you’re lucky you get it at all.
A selfish man can become even worse
When they lie, cheat, beat, steal and curse.
Always demanding to stay king of the castle
As they force their partner to suffer their hassle.
A happy woman thrives on love, faith, family and friends,
A worthy man provides, protects and defends.
Say “No” to Satan and cast him out
Say “Yes” to Jesus and become his scout.
INTO THE TEETH of THE DOG
All through history man was born to struggle
Surviving nature, disease, greed, and war.
Since his conception he has remained the same
Choosing to serve evil or good as before.
Our boys and girls face the teeth of the dog
In hot spots all over our earth.
They leave their families and all they love
To protect and preserve what liberty is worth.
The foes they face are the mad dogs of man
With a desire to kill, disfigure and enslave.
They sing and dance to the death of others
Teaching principles of hate till the grave.
Support our troops who battle the horde
While we live the good life back home.
When you see a soldier show them your smile
Say “hello we love you and you’re not alone.”
Tolerant, supportive and sympathetic teachers are the best
While most seem ideal, some shouldn’t teach at all.
Great teachers find their work fruitful and rewarding
As they pass on their knowledge with love as their call.
Good physical and mental health are important
For teachers must have energy, stamina and determination.
To shoulder their duties as shepherds of thought
Passing on wisdom to each generation.
In the words of Henry Adams, “ Teachers affect eternity
You can never tell where their influence will cease.”
As the teachers of the Bible spread their message
Their students learned of war, faith, love, death and peace.
Teachers world over have the same basic goal
To help others mature, reason, accomplish and grow.
They instruct, inform, debate and discipline
Teaching the rudiments of life we should know.
GOD LOVES HIS SOLDIERS
Sometimes it’s hard to protect what is right
Sometimes we’re scorned as for others we fight.
Some of us are willing regardless of loss
To commit our soul to save the cross.
Evil prospers on greed and human hate
Always eager to destroy and defecate.
God’s grace descends on the souls of man
Cleansing the impure wherever He can.
As long as man has struggled on earth
Life has had its troubles from birth.
God’s seed of goodness has delayed man’s demise
Thank Heaven for His heroes the strong and the wise.
The Lord adores His heroes of yesterday
Just how numerous, only He could say.
God loves His soldiers who line up to serve
By standing against evil His grace they deserve.
WHAT KIND of MAN?
Regardless of cost your word must be true
To all it was freely given.
If you only thrive on self-serving joys
You’ll miss your bus to Heaven.
You can cultivate or destroy life’s conditions
Which decide who will mourn your fate.
You can provide, teach, protect and preserve
A life free of mistrust, selfishness and hate.
What kind of a man do you wish to be
As the footsteps of life race by?
Never hold back kind acts of love
And compassion before you die.
Without the aid of human failings
Satan couldn’t accomplish one dark deed.
Evil loves to misguide the wits of man
With jealously, distrust and greed.
No man is born to make the world suffer
It’s something he acquires along the way.
Only through grace, prayer and repentance
Can he avoid Satan’s foulness at play.
WHERE ARE THE GOOD MEN?
Where are the men women seek and deserve
Where are the husbands excited to serve?
Where are the soul mates that hate being lonely
Gratified by the love of one woman only?
Where are the men who have earned their measure
Eager for a home, family and treasure?
Good guys remain truthful and complete
While the horrible lie, fornicate and cheat.
God makes sure there are always the few
Who gain their grace as through faith they renew.
The righteous remind us of the commitments of love
And that God is watching from Heaven above.
The shameful have no reason to sing or rejoice
Only the repentant who heed God’s voice.
Worthy men are driven by a charitable soul
Fortified by love, trust and control.
SHEPHERDS of LIFE
The twelve Apostles appointed by Christ
Were given power to cast out evil within.
He sent them forth to preach, teach and heal
As God’s shepherd’s from Heaven to men.
Republicans and democrats campaign for office
In God’s land of liberty, freedom and choice.
Deliberately shaping their future in history
By their judgment, accomplishment and voice.
Therefore we must trust our shepherds of life
Driven by love, liberty and country’s call.
Propelled by duty, honor and faith
Pledging to protect and defend justice for all.
Our world has become more dangerous than ever
Due to war, hate, plunder, greed and disease.
Take heed therefore and ponder your vote
As you pray for our shepherds on your knees.
I’D RATHER BE LOVED
Humans have always had their need for love
Long before they could calculate the year.
Painting on the walls of caves and tombs
Stories of accomplishment, conquest and fear.
Life is a constant contest of struggle
Plagued by greed, love, war, work and debate.
Between all we love; those we tolerate
And some we can’t help but hate.
I’d rather be loved and love in return
Then have a rich man’s gold piled high.
Id rather be loved by someone worthy
With honor, compassion and no need to lie.
I’d rather be loved then be crowned a king
Of a vast empire of power and domain.
I’d rather be loved and never forgotten
Not alone, overwhelmed, and ashamed.
I’d rather be loved for my unselfish behavior
Eager to protect, provide and preserve.
I’d rather be loved for staying resolute
To my commitment to love and to serve.
I’d rather be loved for my awareness of duty
More then anything life can bestow me.
I’d rather be loved and receive God’s grace
As I lay down my life before Thee.
I’VE LOVED TOO MANY
I’ve loved too many and suffered regret
With anxious heart, rejection and debt.
All were beautiful and in their prime
Dream girls of every color and kind.
I loved them all both tall and short
I loved them all with full support.
I loved them till they fooled around
With so-called friends out on the town.
Sometimes it’s hard to acquire a good mate
One who will love us and not hesitate.
During our search for the best of the rest.
Many times it’s hurts to fail God’s test
Wherever man sleeps below the skies above
There are couples blessed by laughter and love.
I’ve loved too many and without good reason
So now I’m alone come Christmas season.
What say you Lord, will you answer my plea
For leadership and assistance to be all I can be.
Fools desire love after sorrow has made them wise
Please grant me my angel with trust in her eyes.
Weakness invites moral plight, war and aggression
Encouraged by mistrust, misjudgment and delay.
All we love can be destroyed and transformed
By the powers of darkness maneuvering our way.
When something wicked stares us in the face
To corrupt our morals, faith and resolve.
God gives us courage to defend what’s right
No matter the sacrifice or danger involved.
Evil seeks to destroy the good in man
And silence the memory of God’s law.
It’s up to the faithful to stay unyielding
Defending the liberty and justice of all.
Our men and woman who serve in harm’s way
Are the armor of what the free world depends on.
Without their sacrifice of body and soul
All that we stand for is gone.
WISDOM IS EVERLASTING
When the voice of wisdom cries out
The grace of God is never-ending.
Search for those who highlight the worthy
And shun what is selfish and condescending.
Wisdom is better than the touch of woman
Rubies, silver or kingdoms of gold.
Blessed are those who follow God’s path
Without fear of their deeds being told.
Man’s fear of death sustains his repentance
As God’s seed of Goodness stirs within.
When sinners entice you, refuse consent
For the shameless shall suffer without end.
When the gift of wisdom glorifies your heart
And the harmony of knowledge is pleasant to your soul.
You will be delivered from the deeds of ignorance
As the numbers of the wicked register their toll.
God’s wisdom is inspiration of spirit
In every thing we consume and employ.
Knowledge is mankind’s only hope
Of fulfillment, purpose and joy.
GOD’S TEST of HEARTS
The shameless hunger for power, wealth and revenge
Therefore a cruel messenger will be sent to their door.
People who justify immoral behavior
Shall be measured by their misdeeds before.
Fools listen eagerly to the words of the pathetic
Who’s mission in life is the corruption of man.
Where the righteous overrule the wicked of heart
Challenging Satan’s dominance and command.
Better is the heart filled with love and quietness
Than one that feasts on the loudness of strife.
Angry hearts fan the flames of failure
Eager to reject God’s blessings of life.
God’s test of hearts dates back to Adam
When Eve picked fruit from the forbidden tree.
Tempted by Satan they lost God’s grace
Revealing weakness to be punished by Thee.
Happy hearts prosper on what is truthful and good
Where dishonored ones fester and rot to the bone.
Life charts our course but God guides our way
As His wisdom and love become our own.
THE POWER of WORDS
Words are the most powerful tools used by man
As hearts and souls reach for one another.
Sharing feelings of fear, wisdom and joy
Or our love for a significant other.
Where would we be without words
Which inspire, unite and motivate.
Songs, poems, stories, blogs, books,
Wars, religion, love, lust and hate.
Jesus preached words to the multitudes
And nourished their hunger within.
The stories we tell portray our spirit
As examples of weakness, triumph or sin.
When we fail to control the rage of our thoughts
What is easy to say becomes hard to forgive.
Words are visions that portray our intent
The better we communicate, the better we live.
RUNNING FROM GOD
All of us at sometime have run from God
When He has asked us to do something we chose not to do
Though we are free to select who we follow
A life without faith is impossible to renew
Anytime at anywhere dilemmas may occur
Which we must overcome, endure and solve.
The falsehoods of life consume man’s soul
Challenging our devotion and resolve.
Jonah ran from God and took flight on a ship
To be thrown over and swallowed by a whale.
After three days he was cast up unharmed and alive
To preach at Nineveh which was doomed to fail.
Samson ran from God to the arms of Delilah
Who gave him pleasures beyond compare.
Soon she betrayed him and removed his hair
Exposing him to capture, imprisonment and despair.
Christians trust you can run but not hide
From the eyes of Jehovah who is always aware
Loving us regardless of weakness toward sin
And when we cry out, “He’s there.”
MAKE IT PLAIN PREACHER
“Hope Repentance And Transformation”
When you preach to me speak of love and trust
Not of race, division, hate, blame and divide.
Teach me love and respect for my fellow man
Like Christ proclaimed before He died.
Warn me of greed, lust, selfishness and judgment
Tell me of hope, repentance, transformation, and grace.
Guide me from impureness past and present
Allowing God’s love to shine from my face.
Lead me to my mansion beyond Heaven’s gate
Where the righteous gather without debate.
Highlight my sins when I’ve lost my way
Remind me of salvation as for deliverance I pray.
There are two worlds, this one and the next
Man’s is deceptive, temporary and full of blame.
God’s is permanent, loving, truthful and complete
Free of hate, lust, war, greed and shame.
Our bodies belong to this world and die
Our souls come from God’s and return.
Virtue is knowledge of what is right or wrong
As the lessons of lifetime we learn.
Humans are disorderly, wasteful and corrupt
All are guilty of the ignorance of sin.
The worst crimes practiced on Earth today
Are the sadistic deeds committed by men.
History persist but nothing has changed
The world we live in is more dangerous than before.
Most people never know the true facts or answers
They just follow the leaders they fear or adore.
The falsehoods of politics shadow man’s soul
Testing our faith, temperament and resolve.
Real heroes defend, liberate and unite
Facing problems with a mandate to solve.
For the shepherds of the free I pray for your wisdom
To deal with America’s enemies and tribulations at hand.
Man’s world is God’s boot camp of divine worth
As the misdeeds of man crisscross the land.
HOPE TO BE HOME BY CHRISTMAS
World War III
Darling I miss you more than words can tell
As the torments of war burden my heart.
I worry about you and how you are
As by conflict we’re forced to part.
As death confronts me I witness first hand
Just how sudden life can come to its end.
At any moment war can consume and destroy
Myself, my dreams, my enemy, my friend.
Determined though fearful I dream of home
Remaining focused, steadfast and whole.
Praying for family, country and comrades
The treasures of my existence and soul.
I suffer pain, remorse and regret
From actions I’m forced to employ.
I have no choice but to do my duty
As my solemn oath becomes my story.
Remind our kids how much I love them
And those moments they cry or play.
I’ll be home for hugs and kisses
Hopefully by Christmas Day.
Most of all I pray for words
That portray my need for your touch.
I dream of you both night and day
And sometimes a bit too much.
Letters from home, loneliness and sorrow
Have made family more precious to recall.
I love you so incredibly much
As I serve with honor, God and country’s call.
THE KING OF CHRISTMAS
The Son of God came down to earth
To be our Lord by divine birth.
Born to a virgin in a stable He lie
Destine to lead, teach, suffer and die.
Satan transformed from laughter to rage
When Christ arrived to destroy man’s cage.
A never-ending chance to redeem our soul
A new opportunity to achieve God’s goal.
Evil doers hate the birth of God’s child
They love what is immoral, wicked and wild.
Degrading Christmas wherever they can
Jealous of the joy and rapture of man.
Hallelujah Jesus the King of Christmas night
With a star for His crown bathed in holy light.
Christ is our savior who leads by trust and love
Delivering us from Satan to the grace of God above.
SUCCESS WE’RE ON OWN BUT NOT ALONE
Late to bed early to rise
Work like hell and advertise.
Tell the truth and refuse to lie
Be all we can be beneath God’s sky.
Love our families and strive to achieve
Triumph by goodness and how we believe.
Heed to the whispers of God in our heart
Retain integrity and from foulness depart.
Let voices proclaim after we have gone
Our love for others still lives on.
Real success comes by who we actually are
Not by trinkets, a big house or car.
We’re on our own but not alone
As the deeds of our lifetime are sown.
Love, fear, lust, greed, faith and hate
Are how we are measured and known.
JEALOUSY RESENTMENT AND FEAR
Through the power of verse, trust and faith
God’s poets awaken the multitude.
Preaching to the lost the grace of God
Driven by promise, commitment and attitude.
The shipmates of Satan have their heroes too
Tempting man’s weakness within.
Too many relationships are torn apart
By the stupidity of jealousy and sin.
Samson was jealous and lost his freedom
David lost his honor, principle and grace.
Cleopatra lost her life and kingdom
Anthony died in anguish and disgrace.
The fear of jealousy shadows man’s trust
Casting doubt and uncertainty in life.
Staying tender, loving and unproblematic
Strengthens the bonds between a husband and wife.
When visions of mistrust occupy our mind
And the whispers of Satan are near.
Pray for deliverance from ungodly acts,
Jealousy, resentment and fear.
THEY SERVE TO PRESERVE
They serve to preserve our forefathers dreams,
Prayers, visions and determination.
Risking all in pursuit of fulfillment of duty
To God, freedom, faith, honor and nation.
Despite dismemberment, death and loneliness
Patriots enlist to safeguard our flag.
With honor, faith, purpose and courage
They battle the sadistic that brag.
Throughout man’s past as a creature of earth
War has always plagued his expectance.
Greed, hate, fear, envy and rage
Have overruled rapture and repentance.
David was a soldier who lived by his faith
Which gave him the will to become brave.
He stood up to terror and toppled the giant
Leaving Goliath headless and alone in his grave.
David’s call thrives in hearts of soldiers today
Shielding liberty from the warmongers of hell.
Facing down evil refusing to summit
Ensuring freedom and justice are alive and well.
POETS AND POEMS
Poetry blossomed long before Shakespeare, Milton or Poe.
It thrived prior to Solomon and the languages of old.
Poetry today offers itself more often in the form of music
Then in sonnets and poems as the legends of life unfold.
Man has his fear of loneliness, death and the hereafter
As authors compose his doom, desperation and glory.
All hear the words of both good and evil
With too many that fall for the wrong story.
The falsehoods of life find it hard to hide
From the word of God’s poets and poems.
Sharing their joy, frustration and sorrow
By voice, Internet, radio, or books, in our homes.
Poets and poems help man become more human
As the storms of life proliferate their toll.
Poets and poems were put here for a reason
To help tame the savage that dwells in our soul.
WHERE ARE THE SOLDIERS
Where are the soldiers who march in line?
Where are the soldiers every color and kind?
Where are the soldiers who made their moms cry?
Where are the pilots who face death in the sky?
Where are the soldiers born brave of heart?
Where are the girls and boys that part?
Serving our country with their future on the line
Battling the enemies of freedom of mind.
All of us are soldiers with missions of our own
We do what we do as history is sown.
Support our troops who we love and adore
Support our troops with prayers, letters and more.
Where are the soldiers so far, far away?
How many will perish no one can say.
Where are the soldiers we love night and day?
Deployed world over to keep evil at bay.
GOD’S MOST HUMBLE POET
I’m God’s most humble poet
Whose poems have meter and rhyme.
Stories of love, faith, hate, honor and duty,
Obedience, war, heroes, history and crime.
I’ve performed my gift on T.V. and radio
Before millions I’ve never met.
Preached my praise of God and country
With 358 poems on the net.
Satan’s soldiers, shepherds and bards
Spew forth their foulness and grief.
They attack the joy and goodness of man
Dishonoring life, family, country and belief.
Prospering through work, love and conviction
Enables us to remain whole and how we should be.
Fortifying our soul with fulfillment of faith
Lets our worst tribulations be shouldered by Thee.
Moses, Samson, David, Solomon and Jonah
All failed God in their own human way.
He chose to forgive them and bless their powers
So they might dwell in hearts of man today.
Without God’s grace and glorious domain
There’s no doubt all would soon cease to survive.
Through purpose, morals and Christian conviction
We are able to transform and keep goodness alive.
THE STONING OF WOMEN
There are those who still stone women
And we all know who they are.
They live in a world cursed by God
Where they murder mislead and scar.
They need no proof to denounce their wives
Of adultery, betrayal and worthlessness.
They hate all religions except their own
As they promote fear, death and hopelessness.
Never turn a blind eye toward wickedness
Instead support its defeat and demise.
Hearts consumed by the shadows of malice
Are terrified of the righteous and the wise.
The stoning of women is a performance from hell
And any country that allows it, will fail.
All men heed to the whispers of their soul
May goodness, and compassion take heed and prevail.
PREACHERS, TEACHERS AND POLITICIANS
Preachers, teachers and politicians
Too many times turn out the same.
Forecasting predictions of what lay ahead
Confused by self-love, ego and shame.
Forewarning of judgment and our own unawareness
Blaming others for corruption and the mayhem of war
They seek our endowment of revenue and support
As volunteers e-mail or beat on our door.
Thank God for each and every individual
That prays for wisdom, repentance and grace.
Not perfect though remorseful, repentant when wrong
As their devotion radiates from their face.
Listen and watch carefully the shepherds of man
Judging them by what they practice not preach.
Do they make you wonder about their purpose?
As they communicate, inspire and teach.
Loneliness had me almost persuaded
To let my loyalty and favor stray
But I thought of you and our children
Then decided instead to pray.
For so long you’ve labored on the railroad
Called away any hour night or day.
Many times in the night when there’s thunder
I awake as in anguish and loneliness I lay.
When our children cry out, “where’s daddy?”
I remind them you operate a train.
While my main concern is your safety
And will you return to us the same?
I know you’re a hard working Christian man
And it’s not your fault you’re always away.
I composed this poem to express my need
As for your love and tenderness I pray.
I love you more than words can express
As we shoulder our burdens as husband and wife.
We can’t help but be human and make mistakes
As we journey the struggles of life.
Our challenges are many and vary greatly
Raising children in earth’s ungodly throng.
Jesus never vows to remove all difficulty
Only His wisdom to endure what’s wrong.
Let God take the weight of our burdens
We were never meant to endure alone.
He will never bend us, break us or destroy us
As the seeds of His splendor are sown.
Lots of us wish to please God
But we really don’t know how.
His ways are higher than our ways
Because we’re wicked, weak and foul.
God works according to His schedule
Which sometimes is a problem for man.
His love, grace, wisdom and understanding
Keep believers obedient to command.
We have no choice but to obey
Following His Holy Spirit and Word.
By living to conform to His righteousness
Our passage to glory is assured.
We see God’s works in the lives of others
How exciting and fascinating it is.
God can do the same for us as well
As our purpose becomes the same as “His.”
THE POWER Of COURAGE
Besides loving God, we need courage
Obeying His laws requires bravery.
For the power of sin is always festering
As evil condemns man’s soul to slavery.
God travels with us inside our spirit
Forewarning that which is right or wrong.
Satan tags along tempting our resolve
Spreading his doctrine by video and song.
God promises to defeat our enemies
If we retain faith and observe His rules.
We’ll still face battles to preserve our soul
As we endure the blindness of fools.
All of Gods heroes depend on courage
To overcome the dilemmas of strife.
God wants us to follow in His footsteps
As we practice His majesty of life.
GOODNESS BRAVERY AND GRATITUDE
What would you say if God asked you
Like Joshua to lead many others?
Like Daniel, Paul, David and Moses
And so many sisters and brothers.
Might you wonder who am I
To follow in the footsteps of Moses?
Bravery thrives on precious assurance
As the waters of God beckon the roses.
While earthly trials test our faith and resolve
Remember they’re never everlasting.
Caught in the crossfire for the soul of man
As the weapons of war do their casting.
Grab your Bible and research some stories
To share with loved ones or friend.
Help lead them to the mansion of God
Where the spirits of the righteous ascend.
Stand proud and preach for the Grace of God
If you wish to relay your gratitude.
Set a example for those who follow
By your goodness, bravery and attitude.
LUCIFER LOVES TO BAIT HIS HOOK
Jesus is our Savior who whips the devil's hide
After death Heaven awaits for all with Him who ride.
Disobedience by believers was forgiven by His loss
The future of man was changed by His death on the cross.
We're free to believe whatever till it’s time to say farewell
All who turn their back to Christ shall suffer the blaze of hell.
Lucifer loves to bait his hook and fish the pond of man
Once he has you in his net you're the victim of his hand.
Some say not to worry for man was once an ape
It's okay to hate, plunder, murder, lie and rape.
I choose to follow the Bible and observe God's laws
Praying for the mislaid in the clutch of Satan’s claws.
STATEMENT of FAITH
The Bible is our Lord’s infallible Holy Word
Of supreme authority in one God’s law.
Eternally existing in three persons of faith
The Father, the Son and the Spirit without flaw.
Jesus was conceived by the virgin named Mary
To soldier divine majesty, grace and reward.
He died and rose to be at the right hand of God
As our negotiator and passage to the Lord.
All men are lost and face God’s judgment
Along with their need to heed to the glory of His Son.
Who suffered the cross to save man’s soul
And to put the angles of darkness on the run.
Christ rose from the dead and is coming soon
And we must have concern for the hurts and needs of all.
Dedicating our lives to the service of our Lord
Whose authority and divine rule becomes our call.
We must use every means to spread the promise of grace
Throughout our world of corruption, greed and crime.
God always expects us to overcome our transgressions
Testing our faith and resolve through the passage of time.
The presence of God is not a mystery
When we surrender our soul to His will.
He sees us as His children of faith
And is willing to forgive and fulfill.
He shoulders our troubles and gives us peace
Flowers, songs, stars, wind, soil and oceans.
We learn that prayer is His power of love
As we struggle to maintain our emotions.
We may get lonely but we’re never alone
For God knows and feels our woes.
He is our Lord, Savior and Master
And has traveled every road we chose.
He knows we’ll falter, hesitate and weaken
Though He loves us enough to always show.
He whispers His words of grace and compliance
As the consequences of evil gather and grow.
David, Moses, Jonah, Samson, Peter and Jesus
We’re aware that God was their divine guide.
They changed the future of Christians forever
With the power of Divinity at their side.
THE REWARDS of TRUTH
God’s doctrine of truth is what lives are built on
For fulfillment and existence on Earth.
A spiritual guide to teach us His ways
The more we discover the more we’re worth.
Building truth is like digging for gold in the ground
If we find the tiniest flake we scratch for more.
As a result we become stronger
Setting an example for the world we love and more.
The Lord allows no good deed to go un-rewarded
When we build a scriptural foundation for our life.
We receive His wisdom, opportunities and blessings
As we serve Him proudly through good times and strife
How great the reward when we chose to surrender
And not merely just hear God’s words, but conform and heed.
The road of right is always narrow and problematic
Where the path of wrong is vast and pregnant with seed.
The rewards of truth are God’s blessings of love
As the pitfalls of lies are Satins weapons of demise.
Assurance, grace, trust and Heavenly intervention
Gives us the power to remain righteous and wise.
Unfortunately, some never apply honesty to their lives
By choice, they remain captive to the world of lies.
Christians survive by prayer, truth and fellowship
As you feel the power of conviction in their eyes.
THE STORMS of LIFE
The storms of life come to everyone
There are none who are immune.
Some approach in our later years
While others come to soon.
The Bible is our anchor
Our lifeline to endure.
Without it’s presence, we falter
And our future is unsure.
The Bible is our compass
To lead us through the dark.
Our souls lie among the lions
As we face the dogs that bark.
We cry out to our God Most High
Who performs all things in life.
To save us from our own plunder
Falsehoods, rebellion, and strife.
Conviction is our emotional union
As we weather the storms of Earth.
Thank God for His amazing grace
Which helps us reveal our worth.
Think of young David when he faced the giant
With nothing but his sling and five stones.
He listened to God and ran forth to glory
Toppling Goliath for birds, to pluck his bones.
When we fully surrender our soul to God
Our life is complete without blame.
Our heart beats to the joy of fulfillment
As we no longer shoulder our shame.
The more we heed to the whispers of God
The more we achieve His glorious goal.
All through life we escape temptation
Responding to evil with pureness of soul.
God keeps no secrets from all who love Him
When they repent and obey His voice.
He speaks to those who truly conform
And follow His doctrine by choice.
When we listen to God our fears fade away
And all He has proclaimed shall be.
Our trust in His love, grace and protection
Allows us to be modified, by Thee.
THE POWER OF GOD’S WILL
God has the power to move heaven and earth
If we just surrender and follow in His path.
By turning a deaf ear toward His commandments
We suffer punishment, desperation and wrath.
God never takes pleasure from the death of a sinner
Who has refused the splendor of His grace.
When we ignore Jesus as our Savior
Were lost to shame, despair and disgrace
Trust in the Lord to navigate your heart
And He will always be there to guide you.
Never question His power, love or deliverance
As you struggle to repent and renew.
Never be ashamed to get down on your knees
And pray for deliverance from sin.
As time closes doors, God opens others
And by the power of assurance we rise, again.
The angles of malice out number God’s
One hundred too one and more
Though faith commands who shall falter
As Heaven’s heroes emerge from their door.
Evil deeds are God’s test of convection
For us to destroy or increase our measure
All mankind has its weakness towards lust
As we hunger for happiness and treasure.
Life’s ultimate reward is our need for others
Honor, respect, compassion and heaven above,
Truthfulness, valor, worry and forgiveness
As we preserve God’s fellowship with love.
CHRISTIAN SOLDIER’S LOVE POEM
Humans have always had their need for love
Long before they could calculate the year.
Painting on the walls of caves and tombs
Stories of accomplishment, conquest and fear.
Life is a constant contest of struggle
Plagued by greed, love, war, work and debate.
Between all we love; those we tolerate
And some we can’t help but hate.
I’d rather be loved and love in return
Then have a rich man’s gold piled high.
Id rather be loved by someone worthy
With honor, compassion and no need to lie.
I’d rather be loved then be crowned a king
Of a vast empire of power and domain.
I’d rather be loved and never forgotten
Not alone, overwhelmed, and ashamed.
I’d rather be loved for my unselfish behavior
Eager to protect, provide and preserve.
I’d rather be loved for staying resolute
To my commitment to love and to serve.
I’d rather be loved for my awareness of duty
More then anything life can bestow me.
I’d rather be loved and receive God’s grace
As I lay down my life before Thee.
GOD DOESN’T KEEP SECRETS
We pray and pray when we should stop asking
And take the time to listen and say thank you.
Our motives of mind must stay righteous and clear
To overcome our transgressions and renew.
Think of young David as he faced Goliath
With nothing but a sling and five stones he chose.
He listened to God and ran forth to glory
Toppling the giant, for the vultures and crows.
When we fully surrender our trust to God
Our life will never remain the same
Our heart bows in obedient submission
And all that we are has divinity to blame.
FAITH, LOVE AND DELIVERANCE
A wise man gives up what he can’t keep
To gain what he cannot lose.
All Through life we make our judgments
Praying for the right path to choose.
Believers feel God is a footstep away
With His love, forgiveness and power.
All we have to do is observe His word
And by divine intervention we flower.
Never be afraid to pray humbly to God
For His light to shine from your face.
The more we surrender and obey His will
The more we facilitate His Grace.
Life without faith, deliverance and love
Becomes a selfish person’s hell.
By severing our Lord without question
We stay happier, productive, and well.
The Lord is aware of all we commit
Our secrets, joys, evils and fears.
Loving us despite our repeated mistakes
And even more, when we cry out in tears.
PRAYING FOR OUR NEEDS
God fulfills our needs by His timing
When we focus, repent and obey.
He’s always there, working in our behalf
For what we truly deserve, ask for and pray.
God loves us completely despite our flaws
Even though we make Him happy or sad.
We must do our part and give life our best
Avoiding what is hateful, destructive and bad.
God our father wants what is best for us
And He doesn’t bless any that are lazy.
We must walk upright with honor and pride
Regardless of the lost that call us crazy.
Never waste prayers for all the wrong reasons
When God knows precisely what we need.
He wishes to protect, teach and transform us
To the image of His son that suffered without greed.
When we pray to God for what we truly deserve
And follow His path to Heaven’s rapture above.
We learn the value of Divine Intervention
And the wonder and splendor of His love.
WHEN LOVED ONES FAIL US
All of us have suffered the difficulties of betrayal and loss
If you haven’t, it’s because you haven’t lived long enough yet.
When we stay true to God no matter our pain or situation
He stands with us through victories, fears and regret.
Friends, family and loved ones will fail us from time to time
Though we should always stay eager to comprehend and forgive.
God will never fail us when we accept Christ as our savor
And follow His doctrine of how to respond, discipline and live.
What did Christ cry as He suffered crucifixion?
But Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.
When we stay true to the purpose of God’s will
He’s always present to teach, provide and renew.
We must strive to fulfill a faithful, fruitful, productive life
Till God decides it’s time to call us home.
When we give Him our best no matter the circumstance
He’s always with us and we’re never hopeless or alone.
THE PRECIOUS BLOOD of JESUS
Jesus didn’t arrive by accident
God sent Him to purchase our salvation.
When we deny Christ as our savior
We fail as an individual or nation.
Without access to God we’re nothing but a corpse
With no hope for the future or present.
We live in a world consumed by foulness
And we’re selfish, ungrateful and unpleasant.
When we seek God’s grace and deliverance
We truly confess our guilt and transform.
We place ourselves in the hands of God
And by faith and compliance we conform.
Never let Satin run away with your heart
Trust in the precious blood of Christ and His grace.
Set an example for all you disciple
Preaching His liberation from shame and disgrace.
The precious blood of Jesus the Son of God
Paid our debt that we could never afford.
God’s spotless perfect Lamb of righteousness
Was sacrificed to justify, sanctify and reward.
Never be reluctant to get down on your knees
And pray for God’s help and understanding.
Life on earth is God’s test of resolve
As we face what is inescapable and demanding.
TRUST IN THE LORD WITH ALL YOUR HEART & SOUL
You will always have peace no mater your circumstance
When you trust in the Lord with all your heart and soul.
Why stay miserable, unhappy and lost
When the joys of goodness should be your goal?
The Lord’s hand is not short, it can save anyone
Sin is what separates you from His grace.
When you die without Christ you’re dead forever
Lost in the darkness of shame, despair and disgrace.
Remember God always keeps every promise
And you should trust Him to change your fate.
When you suffer from troubles, heartbreak and pain
Stay focused on His word before it’s too late.
The key to everlasting peace is your relationship with God
And His splendor surpasses all worldly understanding.
You will never know peace if you refuse to submit
Rendering life too dreadful, outrageous and demanding.
To keep from being doomed and blown off course.
Christ is your anchor in life’s storm filled sea.
When you’re tested by circumstance, He will override
Freeing you from trepidation to be blessed, by Thee.
WALKING WITH GOD
Walking with God is a progressive journey
Of fellowship, faith, love and understanding.
Walking without Him we’re doomed to unawareness
Lost in the shadows of ungodly demanding.
To walk with God we must be consistent
In our behavior through heartbreak and tribulation.
Walking with the Lord is not always easy
Though eager hearts comply without hesitation.
Our continuous surrender to the will of God
Enables us to hear His voice within.
The most important lesson we can ever learn
Is to listen for His deliverance from sin.
The champions of the Bible all listened to God
Or they would never have survived their story.
When we heed to the voice of supreme thought
We become a testimony to His goodness and glory.
God’s love is unconditional, total and complete
His goal is to make us aware of falsehoods and lies.
Whenever He speaks, He never contradicts His word
And all who actually listen are more Christ-like and wise.
WHAITING ON GOD
God can make life glorious and rewarding
When we continuously stay willing to wait.
He’s conscious of all and helps plan our purpose
When we trust Him without hesitation and debate.
David could have killed King Saul twice
But he was told by God to be patient and wait.
After ten years he was officially crowned King
For God was the master of his fortune and fate.
There’s something about waiting we just can’t stand
Though when we walk without God we fall.
When we patiently wait and trust His word
We’re blessed by His forgiveness and call.
Waiting on God means we honor His will
As we purify our motives and inspiration.
When we heed His word we obtain His best
Trusting our future to divine creation.
When we refuse to submit we’re overwhelmed by sin,
Fear, remorse, mistrust, selfishness and wrath.
As Christians we wait no matter how long
For God to reveal our purpose, destination and path.
God always knows what is best for us
And we must march to His will and power.
When we follow His commands we become as one
As His deliverance enables us to flower.
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