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Wednesday, July 6, 2022

OUR ATTORNEY

 
In the middle of the night, they came
He was betrayed by one of His own
Peter cut off an ear in His defense
Now King Jesus stands before Pilate alone

He had no lawyer to plead His case
And there was no such thing as bail
The only outcome He could possibly face
Was a rugged cross, hammer, and nails

Convicted, was beaten, a cat o’ nine tails
And to His rescue, no help would come
Upon His bloody shoulders, a cross was laid
On Golgotha’s hill was crucified, did succumb

If He had wanted, rescuers would have come
Legions of angels would have intervened
Instead, He willingly gave His life for us all
Making sure His love for humanity was seen

With His blood, defense became an offense
And in His death, a victory was won
Satan did his best to overcome and stop it
He was defeated, his power quest was done

Now Jesus is there, pleading in our defense
On our behalf, The Father, He petitions
As our defense attorney, He has no peers
Against Satan, he wins all of the decisions

His best defense tool is His precious blood
Against it, Satan can not possibly win
When we are immersed in that crimson flow
It cleanses us, it washes away our sin

Tuesday, July 5, 2022

FINALITY

 
In the very near future, it surely will happen
From His throne, our Master will descend
The trumpet will sound and away we’ll go
To meet Him on a cloud, we will ascend

His bride will assemble, praising His name
From our mortal bodies, we will transcend
A new creation through Him we’ve become
Ready to enjoy Heaven’s glorious dividends

The sacrifice that Christ made for us
We will then totally understand, comprehend
To realize that Jesus loved us so much
That on the cross His blood He’d spend

The price that He paid because of love
Was more than a wage or a stipend
Because He died a great victory was won
All of Satan’s plans it did finally upend

But first, there is something we must do
For all our sins we must make amends
Our sin is a putrid stench to our Lord
It’s very presence to Him it does offend

On our knees, we repent, come to Him
In the Godhead, we believe and depend
Now the battle is over, the victory won
From Satan’s grasp, we are finally rend

The abyss that had separated us from Him
Has been repaired, something He did mend
Our eternal home is with the Trinity above
Where their love for us never, ever ends

Friday, July 1, 2022

A CALLING

 

If a passion is a calling
Then I’m certain I know mine
Putting my thoughts to a paper
Jot and tittle, line by line

In my life its an entity
Something that I daily deal with
The scope of what iIdo
Covers a broad depth and width

One moment I’m writing humor
The next? It might be macabre
But what I find the dearest
Writing about God is my job

For when I write about Him
It’s done with reverence and awe
When I ask Him, He leads me
And He never lets me fall

The other categories are fun
And I do them on a whim
When I write about my Master
I do it to praise, exalt him

If about Him I couldn’t write
In me, there would  be a hole
Therefore I always do my best
Praising Him with my heart and soul

Thursday, June 30, 2022

HE WANTED TO BE A CLOWN

 
For as long as he could remember
He had always wanted to be a clown
Everyone that he had ever encountered
Made him smile instead of frown

For a costume, he saved his money
And purchased an item, one at a time
A hat, baggy pants, and oversized shoes
And a striped shirt, yellow, green, and lime

Wearing his costume, he approached a circus
If they needed a clown, could he apply
They told him that he must audition
It was up to him if he wanted to try

Into the big top, they led him
And to a giant cannon, they stopped
“The clown that we shot, he died”
“He missed the net, to the ground dropped”

“The job is yours if you want it”
“Health insurance, You’re on your own”
“Three times a day you will be shot”
“If your lucky, won’t break any bones”

“On the dotted line, he signed his name
He did his daily flying with pride
But he couldn’t help but wonder,
Am I trying to commit suicide?

Tuesday, June 28, 2022

GRANDMA'S DISHES

 

In a hutch sits my Grandma’s dishes
Color, green; pattern, Cabbage Rose
During the depression were giveaways
Were found in soapboxes, I suppose

They were her favorite set of dishes
Used only when they entertained
Otherwise, they sat and gathered dust
“Too good for daily use,” she explained

I can remember that on thanksgiving
The table would be set with them
The green against the white tablecloth
Each piece looked like a sparkling gem

She loved her depression glass dishes
Used them carefully with pride
I remember asking Mom could I have them
Not long after my Grandma died

Now they sit regally in our hutch
Waiting to be used once again
Sometimes I stand and reminisce
Remembering golden times back when

I can still see Grandma in my mind
Washing her green dishes with care
Brings those memories flooding back
Of the good times that we shared

Monday, June 27, 2022

GIDDY DRUNK!

 

I want to get giddy drunk
So drunk I can’t stand up
Not from an alcoholic beverage
But from God’s overflowing cup

I want to feel His presence
Wash over me like a wave
Knock me clear off my feet
This is something that I crave

I want to hear the Holy Spirit
To listen closely to Him
Allow Him to control my life
Not do anything on a whim

I want to melt before Him
As my dross, He burns away
To make me what He wants
Out of this lump of Earthen clay

I know that it can happen
I’ve seen it happen before
“Please, God, I want to get drunk!”
“I need you more and more!”

Friday, June 24, 2022

SHE'S A BEAUTY

 

In my mind, she’s a beauty
Even though she is quite old
Been around a hundred years
Her features are defined and bold

To me, she is my favorite
As far as old coins go
Every chance I get I buy one
“I can’t help it! I’m sold!

In silver she is radiant
Uncirculated, a sight to see
All of her glamor, it shows
It seems that way to me

As a woman she is pricey
Just like most females are
But I like her anyway
As a coin, she has her charms

Indian Heads, they are ok
St Gaudens are ok too
Mercury Head dimes are nice
Buffalo nickels? Up to you

If I collected a certain coin
I wouldn’t have to think twice
Standing Liberty Quarters
Are well worth their price

SING PRAISE

 
Praise the Father, Praise the Son
Praise the Spirit, three in one
Praise the Trinity for the work it’s done
Praise God Almighty, the victory’s won

Sing praises to the Lord most high
Praise Him daily for redemption is nigh
Praise, without doubt, don’t question why
Praise brings results so why not try

Praise resounds in the heavens above
Praise precedes the flight of a Dove
Praise proceeds from lips with love
Praise comes natural and fits like a glove

When you sing praises the angels rejoice
A joyful sound coming from your voice
It makes God happy you’ve made your choice
Your eternity’s secure, God stamped the invoice

Lift your voices, let praises ring
God listens intently as you sing
To exalt Him with praise is the thing
A smile on His face I’m sure it brings

The key to happiness is to offer up praise
Lift your faces toward heaven, hands raised
Know that your sins are forgiven, erased
Never remembered again, not even a trace

So praise Him daily, let Him hear
Sweet utterances to Him, oh so dear
He will listen, respond, and have no fear
Because to Him, your praises are so dear

SPIRITUAL FOOD

 

Man cannot live by bread alone
But by every word that proceeds
Words spoken by Christ, our Lord
While describing our spiritual needs

Our physical bodies require nutrition
In order to function day by day
Our spirit also has its daily needs
To overcome Satan along life’s way

There are spiritual tools we can use
And the Bible describes them as gifts
They are there, always at our disposal
They are meant to encourage and uplift

These gifts are also known as fruit
A guideline for how we should live
They teach us the qualities of Jesus
How we are to serve and also forgive

Having Peace will bring ultimate Joy
Temperance and Long-suffering you must do
Meekness and Gentleness are equal
Faith and Goodness are required of you

There is a fruit that is much sweeter
Than any of the ones listed above
This fruit is the epitome of Jesus
This precious fruit, we know as His Love

This holy fruit needs to grow every day
And with His Word, it is richly fertilized
As it blossoms, matures inside each of us
Spiritual fulfillment is received and realized

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

 
                There's a little, furry form
                Curled, asleep at my feet
                It's little sides heave gently
                For it's tuckered out and beat

                With teeth like tiny needles
                A tongue both warm and wet
                It's tiny eyes won my heart
                The first time that we met

                With feet too big for its body
                And a bladder way too small
                A comical sight in the yard
                As it answers nature's call

                Playtime is an adventure
                Running, tripping over its ears
                Watching it chase its tail
                I laugh til it brings me tears

                But the thing that i like the most
                Is the trait that it shows from above
                Holding it close, it licks my face
                With an  unconditional love

THAT DESKTOP CONTRAPTION

 
                Isn't it totally amazing
                How your life, it controls
                That desktop contraption
                Your destiny it holds

                A screen, keyboard, and mouse
                Wires running everywhere
                Modem blinking on and off
                Frustrated, pulling your hair

                One moment it works fine
                And the next, it won't
                Always at the worst time
                Understand it, you don't

                Page, exit, delete, command
                Publish, link, and end key
                Alt, caps lock, control, and enter
                Home tabs are Greek to me

                Understanding Klingon'd be easier
                Than this technical stuff
                I long for the good old days
                When mailing a letter was enough!

THE THINGAMAJIG

 
                Garage sale-ing I had gone
                On a beautiful spring day
                I was looking for a treasure
                That I could list on Ebay

                I pulled up to a house
                And I was the first one there
                It was a typical garage sale
                Clothing, dishes, lawn chairs

                In the garage I saw it
                Nestled between jeans and socks
                It was a vintage thingamajig
                In its original box

                Hands trembling, I grabbed it
                Searched for the price
                I went to pay for it
                I didn't have to think twice

                From there I went home
                To see how well I'd done
                Reference books came out
                My excitement had begun

                I've had whatsits, thingamabobs
                Thingamajigs I'd never had
                After searching through my books
                Finding it made me glad
    
                I quickly listed it on Ebay
                The results, I was thrilled
                When the bidding was over
                It brought ten hundred dollar bills!

                So, if you have a thingamajig
                Please, don't throw it away
                Sell it to me, pretty please
                So that I can list it on Ebay!

THE WINTER WIND

 
                The winter winds are a blowing
                And it cuts right to the bone
                Can't you hear it in the trees
                How it whistles and it moans?

                Its almost like it's come alive
                Changing directions on a whim
                Making walking an adventure
                As your hand's upon your brim

                Sometimes it pushes cold rain
                Makes you glad that you're at home
                Comfortable, a roaring fire
                Hot chocolate, wrap, and tome

                Or on a drifted, snowy road
                Struggling hard to get through
                Wind blown snow swirls about
                Distorting your path and view

                But the best place of all to be
                Warm bed, turning out the light
                Windblown windows rattling
                Bids you a very safe "good night"
           

ROLY POLY

 
                My pet is something special
                It lives in my argyle sock
                His name is Roly Poly
                He's a million year old rock

                He goes with me everywhere
                Riding on my pickup's dash
                His vet bills are non existent
                He never costs me any cash

                Conversations are one sided
                He's deaf and dumb and mute
                But he's still my best buddy
                For a rock he's kinda cute!

                The only thing I do for him
                Is visit a quarry once a week
                Search for a couple of hours
                Its his family that we seek

                Yes, I love my Roly Poly
                He's the best pet I've ever had
                His destiny is my rock garden
                And I know that I'll be sad!

THE SCREAM!

            The boys were camped at Dismal Swamp
            Super over, now telling ghost stories                                                                                                                 It was something they did every year                       
            Each one trying to tell the one most gory

            The story about the circus train wreck
            How the cat car broke open, they got away
            And how the search was made with dogs
            With no luck, none caught as of today

            “I hear they scream like a woman," one said
            Made them shudder, stare into the woods
            “Come on, you sissies, let's go to bed.”
            They zipped the tent fly, tight as they could

            Unbeknownst, in the middle of the night
            A dad came checking while they were asleep
            Flashlight off, tripped over a tent stake
            Bumped the tent and clumsily fell into a heap

            “What was that?" asked a sleepy voice
            “How do I know?" groggily replied another
            “Grab your BB guns! Let's find out”
            Trembling with fear, prodding each other

            Unzipping their tent, they peered out
            Saw a form crouching on the ground
            “Oh, my gosh! Look! It's a big black car!!”
            “Be quiet! Don't anybody make a sound!!”

            Aiming their guns, they let fly with effect
            And it screamed, turned, and tried to flee
            The boys, crying, panicked and scattered
            Screaming "Cat food! It's not gonna be me!!”

            Whimpering loudly, the dad got to his truck
            And then raced home as fast as he could
            He painfully stumbled into the house
            He woke his wife, as he knew he should


            He gingerly sat himself in a kitchen chair
            His wife rubbed ointment on his welts
            She giggled as he told her what happened
            Adding ridicule to how he now somehow felt

            His son came rushing into the room
            “Dad, guess what! We shot a big black cat!!”
            “Its scream didn't sound like a woman!”
            “It almost sounded human, imagine that!!”

TRIUMPHANT

 
            TRIUMPHANT, THROUGH THE GATE SHE CAME
            IN A BURST OF BRILLIANT HEAVENLY LIGHT
            WITH OUTSTRETCHED ARMS HE EMBRACED HER
            ANGELIC SINGING GREETED HER THAT NIGHT

            HER EARTHLY BATTLES HAD BEEN LONG AND HARD
            AND SATAN HAD TRIED HIS BEST TO DESTROY
            IF IT HADN’T BEEN FOR HER CHURCH AND PASTOR
            IN HER LIFE THERE WOULD HAVE BEEN NO JOY

            IN DESPERATION, ONE SUNDAY, SHE HAD GONE
            TO THE CHURCH IN THE WOODS THAT DAY
            HOPING THAT SOMEONE WOULD SEE HER PLIGHT
            TAKE HER HANDS INTO THEIRS AND PRAY

            SHE WAS WARMLY GREETED AND TOOK A SEAT
            NOT KNOWING WHAT WOULD HAPPEN NEXT
            THE PASTOR TOOK HIS PLACE OF AUTHORITY
            OPENED HIS BIBLE AND READ FROM THE TEXT

            “IN OUR LORD JESUS YOU ARE A NEW CREATION”
            “HIS WORD PROCLAIMS THAT YOU ARE KINGS”
            “HIS PROMISES ARE YOURS TO CLAIM, RECEIVE”
            “SALVATION, HEALING, PROSPERITY, EVERYTHING”

            SHE SAT QUIETLY, SPELLBOUND AND LISTENED
            HEARD REVELATIONS SHE’D NEVER HEARD BEFORE
            COULD THIS BE THE ANSWER TO HER PROBLEMS?
            IF SO, SHE WANTED TO KNOW SO MUCH MORE

            “ALL OF GOD’S PROMISES CAN BE YOURS”
            “BUT YOU MUST ACCEPT CHRIST AND BELIEVE”
            “JUST TAKE HIM INTO YOUR HEART TODAY”
            “BY FAITH HIS PROMISES YOU WILL RECEIVE”

            “CAN IT REALLY BE THAT SIMPLE,” SHE THOUGHT
            “IF SO, THEN WHAT CAN I POSSIBLY LOSE?”
            “INSTEAD OF STRUGGLING THROUGHOUT THIS LIFE
            THERE’S A MUCH BETTER PATH I CAN CHOOSE”

            THAT MORNING HER LIFE ABRUPTLY CHANGED
            AS SHE RECEIVED CHRIST INTO HER HEART
            A TRANSFORMATION IN HER TOOK PLACE
            FROM HER OLD LIFE DID SHE HAPPILY DEPART



            EVERYTIME THE CHURCH DOORS WERE OPEN
            SHE WAS THERE FAITHFULLY, EAGER TO LEARN
            SHE ABSORBED SCRIPTURE LIKE A SPONGE
            AS SHE LEARNED WHERE IN THE BIBLE TO TURN

            HER TIME ON EARTH ONE DAY FINALLY ENDED
            NOT BY ILLNESS, GOD HAD CALLED HER HOME
            AND IF IT HADN’T BEEN FOR HER SUNDAY VISIT
            AN ETERNITY IN HELL SHE WOULD HAVE ROAMED

            NOW IF IT HADN’T BEEN FOR THAT CHURCH
            THE PROMISES OF GOD THAT ARE TAUGHT THERE
            THE DIVINE CALLING ON THE PASTOR’S LIFE
            AND HIS LOVE FOR GOD’S WORD TO SHARE

            A SOUL WOULD HAVE CONTINUED LIVING DEFEATED
            NOT HAVING A CLUE WHAT SHE COULD BE
            THROUGH EXHORTATION, TEACHING AND LOVE
            SHE BECAME ROYALTY FOR ALL OF US TO SEE

REJECTED

 
                THE BAGS CONTENTS RATTLED LOUDLY
                AS I ADDED ANOTHER ALUMINUM CAN
                THE WIND HAS PICKED UP SHARPLY
                RAIN SOAKING THIS HOMELESS MAN

                AHEAD ARE THE GROCERY DUMPSTERS
                AS I HURRY ALONG THE WAY
                A LOAF OF BREAD OR SPOILED FRUIT
                MEANS I MIGHT GET TO EAT TODAY

                SOGGY BUNS WERE TO BE MY PRIZE
                AS I LOWERED THE DUMPSTER LID
                SCURRYING AROUND THE CORNER
                FROM JUDGMENTAL EYES I HID
                
                KEEPING IN THE DARK SHADOWS
                TO MY CARDBOARD HOME I FLED
                LYING IN THE DARKNESS I LISTENED
                AS OVERHEAD THE TRAFFIC SPED

                NOT MANY WOULD EVER KNOW
                OF THE PRIOR LIFE THAT I HAD LED
                A GOOD JOB AND A MARRIAGE
                HAD BEEN REPLACED BY THIS INSTEAD

                MY PARENT’S WORDS I RECALL
                “SUCCESS COMES TO THOSE WHO TRY”
                ONE DAY THEY BECAME HOLLOW
                WHEN MY EMPLOYER SAID GOODBYE

                SOMETHING CALLED “DOWNSIZING”
                WAS THE EXCUSE THAT HE GAVE
                I’M SORRY ABOUT YOUR PENSION
                AND MONEY I HOPE YOU’VE SAVED

                SOCIAL SECURITY, I’M TOO YOUNG
                NOW THIS DRAFTY BOX IS MY HOME
                PENNILESS, TIRED AND BROKEN
                NOW THESE LONELY STREETS I ROAM

CHOCOLATE

 
If all the world’s chocolate
Was piled upon my plate
I know that I’m in trouble
I’m going to put on weight

What to eat first is troubling
Milk, dark, white or semi-sweet
It’s hard to choose a favorite
For each is such a lovely treat

It comes in many shapes and forms
An endless list you’ll see
But there is one thing for certain
Very little is sugar-free

Cakes, pies, cookies, and brownies
And milk, a dark brown stream
Candies in every style and taste
And don’t forget the ice cream

Yes, the possibilities are endless
From the simple to the aloof
I know that I must try them all
To satisfy my big sweet tooth!

TERROR IN THE SOUTH SEAS

 
            ON A VITAL MISSION SHE WAS SENT
            IN AN ATTEMPT TO END THAT TERRIBLE WAR
            UNESCORTED, ALONE IN THE PACIFIC
            MANY LEAGUES FROM THE NEAREST SHORE

            DEFENSIVE MEASURES, SHE TOOK NONE
            BEING TOLD SHE WAS SAFE FROM HARM
            THE TORPEDO STRUCK HER STARBOARD
            “ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP” CAME THE ALARM

            ONLY TWELVE MINUTES AND SHE WENT DOWN
            TAKING THREE HUNDRED TO HER GRAVE
            AND FOR THE REMAINING NINE HUNDRED
            JUST ONE THOUGHT “WILL WE BE SAVED?”

            THEY WERE CAST ADRIFT IN A SAVAGE SEA
            WITHOUT FOOD OR CLEAN WATER TO DRINK
            THE BROILING SUN ON MANGLED BURNT FLESH
            BROUGHT AGONY TO THOSE ON THE BRINK

            ONE BY ONE THEY BEGAN TO DISAPPEAR
            DROWNING, DYING IN PAIN INTENSE AND STARK
            SCREAMING, KICKING, AND FLAILING ABOUT
            AS THEY FELL PREY TO RAVENOUS SHARKS

            FOR THREE DAYS THEY PRAYED AND WAITED
            UNTIL THE SEAPLANE FINALLY FLEW BY
            AND OF THE BRAVE CRUISER’S CREW
            LESS THAN FOUR HUNDRED WOULD SURVIVE

            THE USN INDIANAPOLIS, SHE NOW RESTS
            DOWN SO DEEP IN A WATERY GRAVE
            A SOMBER REMINDER OF HER PAST
            AND A MONUMENT TO HER CREW SO BRAVE

A LITTLE BOY'S CHRISTMAS

 
        TEARS GLISTENED THE YOUNG MOTHER’S EYES
        WHILE HOLDING THE HAND OF HER LITTLE BOY
        I COULD SEE THE LONGING ON HIS LITTLE FACE
        AS HE SEARCHED AMONG ALL OF THE TOYS

        SPYING WHAT HE WANTED, HE PULLED, BROKE FREE
        CAME BACK WITH A SHINY RED FIRE TRUCK
        “LOOK, MOMMY, IT’S JUST LIKE MY DADDY’S”
        I WATCHED AS THOSE WORDS PAINFULLY STRUCK

        “ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? CAN I HELP YOU?” I ASKED
        AS SHE TREMBLED AND BEGAN TO SOFTLY CRY
        SHE SOBBED, “ HIS DADDY WAS A FIREMAN, A HERO
        WHILE FIGHTING A BAD ONE HE TRAGICALLY DIED”

        “NOW IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME WITHOUT HIM
        AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M GOING TO DO
        THE BILLS ARE PILING UP, I CAN’T FIND A JOB
        BUYING PRESENTS FOR OUR SON, I’VE NO CLUE”

        “I TOLD HIM THAT HIS DADDY IS IN HEAVEN
        AND I THINK HE REALLY TRIES TO UNDERSTAND
        I’M SO PROUD OF HIM, OUR GOOD LITTLE BOY
        HE THINKS FOR ME HE MUST BECOME A MAN”

        IN MY SPIRIT I KNEW JUST WHAT I HAD TO DO
        “WOULD YOU GIVE YOUR ADDRESS TO ME PLEASE?”
        “I WANT TO MAKE SURE ON CHRISTMAS MORNING
        A SHINY RED FIRE TRUCK IS UNDER YOUR TREE”

GREEN ACHERS

 
            GREEN ACHERS ARE THE GREEN GIANT’S FEET
            THEY’RE GREAT BIG HUNKS OF STINKY MEAT
            THE STENCH OF THEM GOES FOR MILES AND MILES
            CAUSING YOUR OLFACTORY GLANDS TO BE DEFILED

            SOMETIMES YOU’LL FIND HIM SOAKING IN A POND
            BETWEEN HIS TOES YOU’LL SEE REEDS AND FRONDS
            SIGHS OF RELIEF YOU’LL OFTEN HEAR HIM SAY
            AS HE WIGGLES HIS TOES ABOUT IN MUDDY CLAY

            FOR SOME RELIEF HE SEARCHES FAR AND WIDE
            THE SIGHT OF HIM MAKES PEOPLE RUN AND HIDE
            UNFORTUNATE FOR HIM THERE’S NO RELIEF IN SIGHT
            WHICH MEANS HE’LL ENDURE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

            A PEDIATRIST HE MOST SURELY MUST SEE
            ITS BECAUSE HIS PAIN IS TO THE NINTH DEGREE
            A TRUNK OF A MIGHTY OAK IS HIS CANE
            EVERY EXCRUCIATING STEP HAS BECOME HIS BANE

            GRUMPY, HE NOW WANDERS THROUGHOUT THE LAND
            FOOTSTEPS GROW LARGER AS SWOLLEN FEET EXPAND
            HIS GREEN ACHERS HAVE GOT THE BEST OF HIM
            NOW THEY ROT AWAY, HIS HOPE OF HEALING IS SLIM

            IF YOU’RE A GREEN GIANT AND YOUR FEET HURT BAD
            THE SOLUTION BELOW WILL MAKE YOU GLAD, NOT SAD
            TRACTOR TIRE SANDALS LINED WITH WOOL OF A SHEEP
            WILL EASE THE PAIN, YOU’LL GET A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP

            SO, GREEN ACHERS, THEY’RE NOT REALLY SO BAD
            IF YOUR FOOTWEAR WORKS AND YOU’RE WOOLY CLAD
            THROUGHOUT THIS LAND YOU CAN WALK WITH A SMILE
            GRUMPY NO MORE, THE SOLUTION IS SO WORTHWHILE

LITTLE GIRL PINK, LITTLE BOY BLUE

 
                WHEN LITTLE BUNDLES OF JOY ARRIVE
                WONDERFULLY TINY, FRAGILE AND NEW
                IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE WHAT THEY ARE
                LITTLE GIRL PINK OR LITTLE BOY BLUE

                WITH TIPPEE CUPS IN THEIR TINY HANDS
                LEARNING HOW TO EAT AND DRINK
                DRIBBLY CHINS AND FOOD IN THEIR HAIR
                LITTLE BOY BLUE AND LITTLE GIRL PINK

                THE ADVENTURES OF GOING SHOPPING
                CUTE CLOTHING AND BABY’S FIRST SHOES
                MAKING SURE THE COLORS ARE RIGHT FOR
                LITTLE GIRL PINK OR LITTLE BOY BLUE

                WHILE YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH YOU PONDER
                AS YOU HOLD THOSE DIAPERS THAT STINK
                HOW CAN ANYTHING SO NASTY COME FROM
                LITTLE BOY BLUE AND OR LITTLE GIRL PINK

                SO SAFE, SECURE, AND ASLEEP IN YOUR ARMS
                WRAPPED IN A BLANKET OF CORRECT HUE
                SILENTLY YOU THANK THE LORD ABOVE FOR
                LITTLE GIRL PINK OR LITTLE BOY BLUE

SWINGING IN THE BREEZE

 
            SWINGING IN THE BREEZE IT WAS
            ON A WARM SUMMER NIGHT
            SWARMS OF BUGS, TURKEY BUZZARDS
            LOOKED FOR A PLACE TO LIGHT

            MAKING SURE TO LAND UPWIND
            TO AVOID THE AWFUL STENCH
            A BIRD SAT UPON EACH SHOULDER
            A MAKESHIFT, GHASTLY BENCH

            BOUND WITH A LENGTH OF ROPE
            AND A DIRTY SOCK IN ITS MOUTH
            A PREVAILING WIND SWUNG IT
            AS A PENDULUM, NORTH TO SOUTH

            RED STREAKS WERE EVERYWHERE
            MUCH TO THE BUGS DELIGHT
            SETTLING IN FOR THE EVENING
            THEY PROCEEDED TO TAKE A BITE

            MUFFLED SCREAMS RESOUNDED
            AS IT SWAYED IN THAT GALE
            WILDLY TWITCHING, CONTORTING
            BUT TO ABSOLUTELY NO AVAIL

            GIGGLES WERE HEARD APLENTY
            REALIZING WHAT THEY’D DONE
            IT WAS MISTER WILSON’S SCOUT TROOP
            JUST OUT HAVING A LITTLE FUN
        
            KETCHUP BOTTLES LITTERED
            THE GROUND AROUND THE SCENE
            A BAREFOOT BOY STOOD OUT
            IN THAT GUILTY TROOP OF GREEN

            A LOOK OF VENGEANCE IN HIS EYES
            SWINGING HIGH IN THAT TREE
            MISTER WILSON COULD ONLY WHIMPER
            AS SKEETERS BIT HIS KNEES
            IT WAS THEIR YEARLY CAMPOUT
            AND THEY ALWAYS PULLED A PRANK
            NOW PAYBACK WOULD BE TERRIBLE
            FROM A MAN WHOSE UNIFORM STANK!

THE TONGUE

 
            WE ALL HAVE THIS TINY ORGAN
            MUCH SMALLER THAN HEART AND LUNGS
            ITS IMPORTANCE IS UNEQUALLED
            THIS APPENDAGE CALLED THE TONGUE

            ITS USES ARE VARIED AND MANY
            FROM SWALLOWING TO A KISS
            MOST OF ALL THE SPOKEN WORD
            IS SOMETHING YOU CAN’T MISS

            EDIFICATION IS ANOTHER WAY
            TO USE THIS AUDIBLE TOOL
            DEPENDING ON HOW YOU USE IT
            COULD MAKE YOU FRIEND OR FOOL

            SHARPENED IT BECOMES A WEAPON
            TO CUT AND DISECT DEEP
            SLICING, DICING, CARVING AWAY
            THE DEFENSES THAT WE KEEP

            IT IS SO EASY TO HURT
            SEE THE ANGUISH IN ONE’S EYES
            KNOWING THAT YOU’VE CAUSED PAIN
            REVELING IN THEIR DEMISE

            TIS FAR BETTER NOT TO SPEAK
            THAN DESTROY SOMEONE YOU LOVE
            AND FACE THE RISK OF JUDGEMENT
            FROM OUR HEAVENLY FATHER ABOVE

ICE CREAM WISHES

 

I wish that I was ice cream
Scooped into a cone
Or sitting on a grocery shelf
Looking for a home

Something to be sought after
On a warm summer night
Of course, I would be “Cool”
In each and every bite!

The life of every party
Would be my ultimate goal
See smiles on Children’s faces
As I’m dished out bowl by bowl

I’d be so many different flavors
Appealing to every taste
Not enough of me to go around
There’d never be any waste

Yes, I wish I was ice cream
To finally make the “Grade”
And for that special someone
I’d surely be homemade!

LOVE

 
                A FURTIVE GLANCE, A SUDDEN SMILE
                A WARM EMBRACE, TIS SO WORTHWHILE
                TWO PAIRS OF LIPS, THE TOUCH OF SKIN
                A SOFT CARESS, AGAIN AND AGAIN

                SHARED SOFT WORDS, SHYLY DONE
                ANXIOUS HEARTS, MERGED INTO ONE
                HOPES AND DREAMS, TIMES TO SHARE
                RUNNING FINGERS THRU ONE’S HAIR

                SENSING NEEDS, FULFILLMENT DONE
                DAILY SERVING THE HEART YOU’VE WON
                IGNORING FAULT AND SEEING GOOD
                COMPLIMENTS OFFERED, AS YOU SHOULD

                ALL OF THESE NOW COME TO MIND
                SEARCHING HI AND LOW, LOVE TO FIND
                FOR LOVE IS FLEETING, RUNS AWAY
                UPON FINDING YOURS, MAKE IT STAY

ON A SILENT NIGHT

 

                ON A SILENT NIGHT
                WITH A MIDNITE SO CLEAR
                A SHEPHERD TENDING SHEEP
                HEARD VOICES SO DEAR

                GLORIAS WERE RESOUNDING
                FROM ANGELS ON HIGH
                A STAR BRIGHTLY SHINING
                DID HE SUDDENLY SPY

                OVER BETHLEHEM TOWN
                DID IT SEEM TO BE
                SO HE LEFT HIS FLOCK
                FOR THE SIGHT TO SEE

                TWAS SO COMPELLING
                THE SIGHTS AND SOUNDS
                AS HE ENTERED THE OUTSKIRTS
                OF THIS TINY TOWN

                AHEAD WERE THREE MAGI
                SO HE FOLLOWED ALONG
                SUDDENLY FEELING
                TWAS WHERE HE BELONGED

                DRAWN TO A STABLE
                NOT KNOWING JUST WHY
                SUDDENLY HE HEARD
                A NEWBORN BABY’S CRY

                THE MAGI WERE KNEELING
                IN REVERENCE AND AWE
                IN SWADDLING CLOTHING
                THE BABY HE SAW

                HE HEARD ANGELS SINGING
                FROM HEAVEN ABOVE
                AS THE MAGI GAVE GIFTS
                SHOWING TRIBUTE AND LOVE

                NOT KNOWING WHAT HAPPENED
                BUT REALIZED TWAS GOOD
                HE FELL TO HIS KNEES
                AS HE KNEW HE SHOULD

    
                FOR AWAY IN A MANGER
                ON A MOST HOLY NIGHT
                THE CHRIST CHILD WAS BORN
                BRINGING THE WORLD LIGHT

MISS MILLIE

 
Miss Millie was a spinster
She was almost a century old
Her life, she lived to the fullest
As her golden years were bold

Stepping off the assisted living bus
She was easy to pick out
Her voice grated on your nerves
No matter whisper or shout

She wore a hot pink mini skirt
Lime green tube  covered her frame
Orange stilettos were on her feet
Best dressed senior was her claim

Her hair color was anyone’s guess
As she always wore a wig
One day green, the next day blue
Or maybe an afro way too big

A comical scene she did portray
Was her makeup applied upside down?
Her knobby knees, sagging skin
Either made you laugh or frown

A travel mug was always in her hand
For when she got too hot
From time to time she’d take a sip
Favorite drink, Brandy, apricot

No man could escape her attention
She’d leer and always give a wink
A smile would cross her painted face
Causing me to pause and think

If this is her old-age secret
As totally ludicrous as it may sound
I’ll buy a chartreuse polyester suit
And become a geriatric clown!

BITE ME!

 
Ouch! It happened
There goes my leg
Please don’t take another
Do I have to beg?

Oh! No! Here it comes again
Where can I hide?
It’s starting to open
It’s so big and so wide!        

Get off my other leg
Can’t you see it hurts?
Ouch! Please let it go
That is all I silently blurt

Stop looking at my arm
I only have two
Stay away from it!
I need it more than you

Oh! My arm is gone
I wish I was dead
Gosh! It’s coming again
And aiming for my head

If you haven’t guessed it
I bet that you can
It’s about the demise
Of a Gingerbread Man!

WILLIE THE WAWOOKIE

 
            NOW WILLIE WAS A VERY STUPID WAWOOKIE
            HE OWED MONEY TO A CROOKIE BOOKIE
            FOR A LATE PAYMENT HE GOT SHOOKIED
            AS AN EXAMPLE FOR OTHERS TO LOOKIE

            SO WILLIE THE STUPID SHOOKIED WAWOOKIE
            STOLE A TRUCKLOAD OF OATMEAL COOKIES
            TO MAKE A PAYMENT TO HIS CROOKIE BOOKIE
            WITH THE CARGO THAT HE TOOKIED

            THE CROOKIE BOOKIE FELT HE GOT TOOKIED
            BY THIS VERY LATE PAYMENT WAWOOKIE
            SO AGAIN HE HAD WILLIE WAWOOKIE SHOOKIED
            BY HIS GANG OF VICIOUS CROOKIES

            SO WILLIE THE BADLY SHOOKIED WAWOOKIE
            WENT INTO HIDING WITH HIS TOOKIED COOKIES
            EVERYWHERE THE CROOKIE BOOKIE LOOKIED
            FOR WILLIE WAWOOKIE SO THAT HE COULD SHOOKIE

            EVERYWHERE THE CROOKIE BOOKIE LOOKIED
            BUT HE COULDN’T FIND THE STUPID WAWOOKIE
            EVEN THOUGH HE FOUND CLUES BY A BROOKIE
            GREAT BIG BAGS OF WAWOOKIE TOOKIED COOKIES

            SO, IF YOU ARE A VERY STUPID WAWOOKIE
            AND PAYING YOUR CROOKIE BOOKIE PLAY HOOKIE
            IF YOU’RE CAUGHT AGAIN YOU’LL BE BADLY SHOOKIED
            BY A GANG OF CROOKIE BOOKIE CROOKIES!

RAINY DAY REFLECTIONS

 
 I love a blustery, rainy day
As I enjoy a roaring fire
Sweater, slippers, and a good book
Would be my desired attire

And someone to snuggle with
And hold within my arms
Be safe, secure, and loving
As we share each other’s charms

To look into each other’s eyes
And see the love that’s there
Hold my beloved closer
Run my fingers through her hair

Tell her all the gentle things
That she desires to hear
Adding to the confirmation
That I am always near

Yes, I love a blustery, rainy day
For it causes me to reflect
How important true love
And how my life it does affect

THE HITCHHIKER

 
                THE PICKUP TRUCK PULLED OVER
                AND STOPPED TO PICK ME UP
                HURRYING, I TOOK A DRINK
                OF COFFEE, A TRUCK STOP CUP

                I OPENED THE DOOR, GOT IN
                NODDED TO THE BIG MAN
                “THANKS FOR THE LIFT”
                “I’VE WALKED AS FAR AS I CAN”

                “WHERE YA HEADIN,” HE ASKED
                AS HE PULLED BACK ON THE ROAD
                “NO WHERE IN PARTICULAR”
                THE BACK SEAT MY GEAR I STOWED

                SIZING HIM UP I BOLDLY ASKED
                “DON’T YOU EVER GET SCARED?”
                “LOTS OF CRAZIES ON THE ROAD”
                “MOST ARE MENTALLY IMPAIRED”

                SMILING, NODDED, HE DROVE ON
                GIVING ME AN OCCASIONAL GLANCE
                IN MY MIND I SUDDENLY THOUGHT
                WELL, WHY NOT TAKE A CHANCE

                “HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED
                A SERIAL KILLER I MIGHT BE?”
                “I COULD TAKE YOUR SORRY LIFE”
                “DOESN’T MEAN A THING TO ME”

                A DEMONIC LAUGH I THEN HEARD
                I KNEW I WAS OUT OF LUCK
                HE SAID, “WHAT ARE THE ODDS
                TWO SERIAL KILLERS IN A TRUCK!”
               

SHOULDA, COULDA, WOULDA

 
                SOMETIMES I WONDER SHOULDA
                WHEN MY MIND SAYS COULDA
                AND I GET AROUND TO WOULDA
                IT IS USUALLY  TOO LATE

                THEN I PONDER ON SHOULDA
                GET UPSET KNOWING I COULDA
                TRY TO GET OVER IT WITH WOULDA
                AND HOW TO ACCEPT MY FATE

                THINK ABOUT SHOULDA, COULDA, WOULDA
                PROCRASTINATION IS NOT GOODA
                WILL PUT YOU IN A BAD MOODA
                IT COULD MAKE YOU UPSET, IRATE

                SO ALWAYS START WITH WOULDA
                IGNORE THOUGHTS OF COULDA
                REFUSE TO CONSIDER SHOULDA
                AND YOUR LIFE WILL BE GREAT

THE OVERCOAT

 
                I HAVE MY GRANDPA’S OVERCOAT
                IN MY CLOSET’S CORNER IT NOW SITS
                SMALL IN SIZE ANSD STATURE HE WAS
                I’VE OUTGROWN IT, IT NO LONGER FITS

                INSIDE GRANDMA EMBROIDERED HIS NAME
                HE ALWAYS WORE IT WITH PRIDE
                HE WORE IT TO THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE
                THE DAY THAT HE WAS TOLD HE WOULD DIE

                I REMEMBER MY GRANDMA CRYING
                MY GRANDPA WITH TEARS IN HIS EYES
                SINCE I WAS THEIR DRIVER THAT DAY
                ALL I COULD DO WAS SOB, ASK GOD WHY

                I WATCHED MY GRANDPA WASTE AWAY
                MY GRANDMA NEVER LEFT HIS SIDE
                WHEN HE PASSED I ASKED FOR IT
                IN REMEMBRANCE, WORE IT WITH PRIDE

                FOR ME IT BRINGS BACK FOND MEMORIES
                SOMETHING PRECIOUS I’LL ALWAYS KEEP
                I MUST BE CAREFUL WITH MY THOUGHTS
                BECAUSE THEY ALWAYS MAKE ME WEEP

                NOW MY GRANDPARENTS ARE BOTH GONE
                MEMENTOS OF THEM I HAVE A FEW
                MY GRANDMA’S GREEN DEPRESSION DISHES
                A CASHMERE OVERCOAT OF CHARCOAL HUE

                THEY HAVE GONE TO THEIR ETERNAL REWARD
                AND FOR ME THEY NOW PATIENTLY AWAIT
                I’M SURE THAT IF HE POSSIBLY COULD
                HE’D BE WEARING IT AT THAT PEARLY GATE!

THE GOOD SAMARITAN

 
            THE LITTLE OLD LADY APPEARED
            AS I PULLED INTO THE PARKING LOT
            HEADING FOR HER CAR SHE WAS
            A MEDIAN WAS AS FAR AS SHE GOT
    
            A CANADIAN GOOSE FLEW UP
            AND ON HER SHOULDERS IT DID LAND
            FLOGGING, HISSING, PECKING HER HEAD
            TREMBLING, SHE TRIED TO STAND

            NINETY POUNDS SHE MIGHT WEIGH
            HOLDING A GOOSE OF TWENTY POUNDS
            DROPPING HER BAGS, KEYS IN FEAR
            WEIGHT FORCING HER TO THE GROUND

            OUT OF THE TRUCK I RACED TO HELP
            SHOUTING AND WAVING MY HAT
            STARTLED, THE GOOSE BACKED OFF
            ME WISHING I HAD A BASEBALL BAT!

            I HELPED THE LADY INTO HER CAR
            A LOOK OF GRATITUDE I RECEIVED
            THE GOOSE WATCHED AND WAITED
            FOR A CHANCE TO GET ME, I BELIEVE

            OF GETTING “GOOSED” I HAD HEARD
            AND OF HOW PAINFUL IT CAN BE
            NOW MY CONCERNS BECAME VERY REAL
            AS THAT GOOSE SET IT’S SIGHTS ON ME

            UP IT ROSE, FLUTTERING OVER MY HEAD
            LOOKING FOR A GOOD PLACE TO LAND
            SELF PRESERVATION CAME TO MY MIND
            I PREPARED TO DEFEND THIS OLD MAN

            SUDDENLY PEOPLE CAME RUNNING
            TO HELP ME FIGHT OFF THAT NASTY BIRD
            SAYING I WAS THE  SECOND THAT DAY
            TO BE ATTACKED, CAUSING QUITE A STIR


            INQUIRING, I WAS TOLD A WEEK LATER
            IT WAS PROTECTING IT’S NESTING MATE
            AUTHORITIES HAD REMOVED THE PAIR
            RELOCATION WAS TO BE THEIR FATE

            NOW FEDERALLY PROTECTED THEY MAY BE
            AND RETALIATION MUST BE KEPT IN CHECK
            BUT ONE THING I KNOW FOR CERTAIN
            I WOULD HAVE WRUNG THAT GOOSE’S NECK!!!

THE MATRIARCH

 
                ONE MOMENT SHE WAS ON A PLANE
                AND ALL OF A SUDDEN SHE WAS HERE
                WHATEVER HAPPENED, IT WAS QUICK
                ADDING ANXIETY TO HER INSTANT FEAR

                SHE WONDERED ABOUT HER HUSBAND
                HE SAT BESIDE HER ON THE PLANE
                SUDDENLY THE PLANE WENT DOWN
                FOR REASONS SHE COULDN’T EXPLAIN

                SHE REMEMBERED WHEN THE PLANE HIT
                AND THE MASSIVE BALL OF FIRE
                SAW SPIRITS RISE FROM THE FLAMES
                DRESSED IN HEAVENLY ATTIRE

                NOW IN DARKNESS SHE’S ALL ALONE
                BURNING IN AN INVISIBLE FLAME
                ALL AROUND HER WAILING AND STENCH
                WITH NO ONE BUT HERSELF TO BLAME

                TERRIFIED, SHE CRIES OUT TO GOD
                BUT IF HE HEARD HER SHE CAN’T TELL
                INSTEAD A VOICE SPEAKS IN HER EAR
                “YOU’VE DIED AND GONE TO HELL!”

                “I MISSED THE RAPTURE?” SHE CRIED
                “HOW CAN THAT POSSIBLY BE TRUE?”
                “I SPENT ALL OF MY TIME AT CHURCH
                DOING ALL THAT I WANTED TO DO.”
                
                “I SANG SOLOS AND WAS IN THE CHOIR”
                “TAUGHT BIBLE SCHOOL IN THE SPRING”
                “WAS IN CHARGE OF THE FOOD PANTRY”
                “DOESN’T THAT COUNT FOR ANYTHING?”

                “I ADMIT I COULD BE A LITTLY NOSY”
                “JUDGED PEOPLE BY WHAT THEY WORE”
                “NEVER PUT ANYTHING IN THE OFFERING”
                “OFFENSES, I ALWAYS KEPT SCORE”

                BIBLE STUDIES, SHE ALMOST NEVER WENT
                ALWAYS HAD BETTER THINGS TO DO
                COULDN’T WAIT FOR SERVICE TO BE OVER
                GET OUT FROM UNDER THE PASTOR’S VIEW

                

                SHE WAS ALWAYS ABLE TO PORTRAY
                THE PERSON SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN
                A GODLY MATRIARCH OF HER CHURCH
                ON SOMEONE YOU COULD SURELY DEPEND

                SHE COULD REMEMBER PASTOR PREACHING
                “YOU MUST BE BORN AGAIN”
                “WHEN THE RAPTURE HAPPENS YOU’RE STILL HERE
                WHAT WILL YOU DO THEN?”
                
                SHE KEPT PUTTING IT OFF UNTIL LATER
                BECAUSE SHE WAS HAVING TOO MUCH FUN
                AND NOW THE RAPTURE HAS HAPPENED
                HER ETERNAL DESTINY HAS JUST BEGUN

                FOR HER PILOT WAS A CHRISTIAN
                HE WAS GONE WHEN THE PLANE FELL
                HER PROCRASTINATION HAS COST HER
                AND HER REWARD IS NOW IN HELL!

WELCOME HOME

 
                THRU THE AIRPORT GATE I CAME
                WHEN THE SPITTLE HIT MY FACE
                WHAT HAPPENED I’M NOT PROUD OF
                MY REACTION I’D LIKE TO ERASE

                IN A MOMENT IT WAS OVER
                MY ATTACKER WAS ON THE GROUND
                ASTRADDLE HIS CHEST I WAS
                AS HIS FACE I BEGAN TO POUND

                SOMEONE ROUGHLY PULLED ME OFF
                BEFORE I KILLED MY FRIGHTENED FOE
                THE POLICE ARRIVED, SHACKLED ME
                AS I PLEADED, “PLEASE, LET ME GO”

                BUT IT’S NOT MY FAULT I BEGGED
                I’M DOING AS I WAS TAUGHT
                I JUST GOT HOME FROM VIET NAM
                SEEING MY FAMILY IS ALL I SOUGHT

                WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?
                I JUST WANTED TO BE LEFT ALONE
                NOW I’M ARRESTED, HANDCUFFED
                AND FOR THIS I NOW MUST ATONE

                MY WELCOME HOME WAS A JOKE
                I SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN NAM
                MY COMING HOME MORE ACCEPTED
                IF I HAD BEEN KILLED BY A BOMB!

SHE ATE IT!

 
                MY SISTER WAS GOING TO DIE!
                I HAD MURDER IN MY HEART
                WHAT SHE DID I COULDN’T BELIEVE
                FROM THIS LIFE SHE WOULD DEPART!

                EASTER HAD FINALLY COME
                SOMETHING LOOKED FORWARD TO EVERY YEAR
                THOUGHTS OF ALL THE CANDY
                GOING DOWN MY GULLET WERE CLEAR

                OUR GRANDMA HAD MADE BASKETS
                FOR MY LITTLE SISTER AND ME
                FILLED WITH ALL SORTS OF GOODIES
                IT WAS SUCH A SIGHT TO SEE

                THERE WAS ONE THING WE LOVED THE MOST
                IT WAS A MILK CHOCOLATE BUNNY
                AND WHAT HAPPENED TO MINE
                IT WASN’T THE LEAST BIT FUNNY

                I WENT TO THE FRIDGE FOR MINE
                IT WAS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN
                FRANTIC, I SEARCHED FOR IT
                THEN REALIZATION MADE ME MEAN

                “MOM! HAVE YOU SEEN MY BUNNY?”
                AND THEN I HEARD A DOOR SLAM SHUT
                INSTANTLY I KNEW WHAT HAPPENED
                I HAD A SICK FEELING IN MY GUT

                “SHE ATE MY CHOCOLATE BUNNY!”
                NOW SHE WAS GOING TO PAY
                I RAN TO HER BEDROOM DOOR
                FOR HER THEFT I WOULD SLAY!

                BUT MOM MET ME AT HER DOOR
                AND FIRMLY USHERED ME AWAY
                TOLD ME THAT I HAD TO FORGIVE
                AND TO GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY

                NOW MY SISTER AND I, WE STILL LAUGH
                WE FIND THE INCIDENT FUNNY
                AND JUST A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO
                SHE REPLACED MY CHOCOLATE BUNNY!

THE COAL MINER'S TRIBUTE

 
                 A COAL MINER HE HAD ALWAYS BEEN
                HE HAD DONE HIS JOB WITH PRIDE
                HIS GOLDEN YEARS LIVED TO THE FULLEST
                UNTIL THE LORD CALLED AND HE DIED

                NOW HE LAY IN A BRONZE METAL BOX
                AS FAMILY AND FRIENDS PAID THEIR RESPECT
                AND THEN THE GROUP OF MEN ARRIVED
                AND DID SOMETHING NO ONE COULD EXPECT

                IN OVERALLS CLEANED AND HOLES PATCHED
                THEIR BOOTS POLISHED, BEST THEY COULD
                HARD HATS, CARBIDE LAMPS EACH ONE HAD
                THEY HAD COME TO HONOR AS THEY SHOULD

                NOW ONE BY ONE, THEY CAME FORTH
                THEIR HEADS BOWED SILENTLY FOR EFFECT
                UPON THEIR HEADS WORE THEIR HATS
                WITH THEIR LAMPS LIT BRIGHTLY TO REFLECT

                YOU COULD HAVE HEARD A SINGLE PIN DROP
                IN THAT FUNERAL HOME THAT DAY
                AS EACH MAN CHOSE TO HONOR HIS FRIEND
                IN HIS OWN SPECIAL UNIQUE WAY

                AS EACH STOOD BEFORE THE CASKET
                HE RAISED HIS HAND TO HIS BRIM
                IN A REMEMBRANCE OF A LIFE ONCE LIVED
                HIS CARBIDE LAMP HE SLOWLY DIMMED

                NOT A DRY EYE COULD BE SEEN
                AS THE LAMPS, THEY FLICKERED OUT
                TO COMMEMORATE THE LIFE OF A MAN
                WHO’S BODY, ITS SOUL AND SPIRIT WAS WITHOUT

Thursday, June 23, 2022

A CENTURY TOO LATE

 
            Sometimes I can’t help but wonder
            If I was born a century too late
            When life was so much simpler
            Prospects of a happy life were great

            A time when trust was normal
            When your word was your bond
            A handshake is the same as a contract
            The extra mile you went beyond

            A time when attending your church
            Was something you naturally did
            In your community, a valued member
            Willing to do whatever you were bid

            A time when a hard day’s work
            Would make you feel good inside
            Observing what you had accomplished
            Made you revel in humbling pride

            Women were honored and respected
            And children obeyed their parents
            Discipline was still in our schools
            Bad attitude whacks were apparent

            You could leave and not lock your door
            Come home, everything is still there
            If times were tough and you had a need
            Your neighbors were there to share

            You knew your neighbors by their first name
            Block parties, socials looked forward to
            You mingled, shared hopes and dreams
            You were respected, as you were do
            
            Keeping up with all of your neighbors
            Back then would have a different meaning
            It might be a sack race, church social
            Corn shucking competition, ears cleaning

            Technology, a word not yet coined
            As life was as it should be, slow and easy
            If back then you knew what was coming
            It would make your stomach queasy!

            
          
            No cell phone to learn how to use
            Instead, there was a party line        
             Everyone waited, took their turn
            And it all worked out just fine

            Everything was done with cash alone
            Credit cards had not been invented
            You thought twice about your purchases
            Made sure your money went where intended

            The thoughts I have of all of this
            Makes me sit back and often dream
            Of living during this stretch of time
            Where values controlled your self-esteem

WHISPERS IN THE WIND

 
            Have you ever stopped and listened
            To the whispers in the wind?
            All your life you’ve never noticed
            Stop and be quiet and they will begin

            For you really have to focus
            Blot mundaneness from your mind
            And as the sounds start to come
            All your senses respond in kind

            Sometimes they come at night time
            Everything so quiet and still
            You swear you hear a murmuring
            Up your spine, it sends a chill

            Some say that your imagination
            Has overcome your mind
            And others, spooks and goblins
            Have made you logically blind
            
            Could it be your guardian angels
            On assignment from above?
            Waging war for your very soul
            With help from the Master of Love