Belvidere

Belvidere

 

Belvidere, the name sounds so peaceful

Is it not a place for your children to grow

Swinging bridge and waterfall and trails

Two scenic parks in which to spend your time

My youth from ten years of age

This is the hometown in which I was raised

No coal fields, nor mines or silk mills

Mostly factories the place people marked their time

 

From the Blue Ridge to the Black Hills

Beautiful places we pitched our tents

Chrysler Corporation, in Belvidere

This is where they built an assembly plant

Chasing a good job, good wages with benefits

Belvidere is the place where our family went

Belvidere turned out to be a good place to live

Except their winters too much cold and snow

The people good honest hard-working folks

But their winters I don’t miss

 

Mom, dad, and my big brother Larry

They do rest there now in the frozen earth

Sister Jackie who is now a Daughter of the Cloth

With husband Wayne there they do remain

Belvidere, you’re always in my heart and prayers

Your beauty and your friendliness like fresh flowers

Belvidere, a great place to rest your cares

Belvidere, still such a pretty place in my heart

Will always be a special smile upon my memories

 

I pray that all the people of the earth

Could have such fond recall

Of the places they were grown

After life’s last breath does fall

It is there I wish they plant my bones

In loving memory of the place I was grown

Such wonderful people upon God’s earth

Belvidere, the town that I called my home

Poem: Breathless

Breathless

 

Breathless as the womb expands

Breathless till child’s bottom receives it’s very first hand

The cry all parents long for, music to all  Grand-Parents hearts

The only time we ever wish to hear our child cry

The child grows from crawling then walking

The parents hold their breath

Watching and wondering

What choices will our little angel make

Breathless anticipation, the good we hope for

The bad we pray they will learn from

And never again let it darken their door

As age takes hold of our bodies

We look back upon the life that we lived

Traveling our nation’s highways

In the motor home that our child did give

The vistas of God’s beauty surrounds us

Breathless beauty, where man’s footprint seldom tread

Nearly breathless as we are but a step or two

From the calling of the earth, the destiny we all must face

Breathlessly we look back one last time

At the beauty of our children and theirs

Now death has only a minute sting as we lay breathlessly in God’s earth

Knowing at His trumpet we will fully see

Breathlessly, hoping to behold our loved ones faces once again

Breathlessly now hoping for a smile, not anger, upon our Creators face

Big Kitty

Big Kitty

What is the great will of the tiger

What drives its will to win

Is it the growl of its own belly

Or the teeth lay beyond the next bend

Poor man for whose blood he lies in wait

Do not anger the big kitty

For next, it may be your blood

The big kitty decides they will take

Big Bad Me

Big Bad Me

In my home, I am quiet

I see you, I smell you

Unless I want you

You will never know it

My fur is soft

My stripes do blend

My steps are stealth

My breath brings chills to any man

Nine feet long, four feet tall

Five hundred pounds

In trees, on grass, or leaves

Unless I want you too,

You will never see me

When you’re in my home

You’re on my land

Your fear in my nostrils

Your blood in the sand

My fangs in your throat,

You silly man

Don’t You Know I’m A God—My One Fingered Salute To Saddam

Don’t You Know I’m A God

 

In Baghdad town where everyone was my clown

Me on their strings a pulling

Twas with myself in love I fell

Tis to my name Saddam they are a bowing

I’ve been God here for twenty odd years

Though two Bush’s tried to scare me

Nine palaces are where I call my home

They can kiss my behind for trying

 

When I look to the east, and I look to the west

I can see no eagle a coming

My Republican Guard is the best there could be

The God of Iraq they are a guarding

Georgie o Georgie come take your best swing

Then on your face you’ll be a falling

Georgie you know that all my people love me

You come here in the sand and dust you’ll be dying

 

What’s this, those birds that we could not see

With all those bombs a falling

Don’t you know that I am the God of Iraq

Now into a wormhole I am a crawling

It was here that I hid for a couple of months

My beard growing gray and balding

Georgie o Georgie it’s your name I am cursing

From a God to a man on trial I’ve fallen

I wonder, does a man feel the snap of his neck

When from the gallows he is swinging

Life In The Country

Life in the County

Life in the country

Peaceful to the mind

Stressful days at work

In the cities, no true peace can you find

Concrete and exhaust

Beneath your feet and in your lungs

Hell given from your boss

Nothing spoken in caring or love

Work your behind off for a dollar

Cruel world of push and shove

Take every dime you can ever earn

Never give you any respect or love

Mr. Washington, knees deep in your pockets

Both hands glued inside your wallet

Always taking and taking pushing and shoving

Never giving you the respect that you deserve

Brother and sister, come home to the country

Sink your toes into the grass and the dirt

Put your feet up on your front porch

The work a day world let it fade away

Sit out in your front yard bare feet on grass

With a cold glass of lemonade or tea

Enjoy the livestock as they’re bellowing

Watch the rabbits and squirrels as they play

Life out in the country away from the concrete sea

Where every ulcerated mind should live, play and stay

Life Through A Windsheild

Life through a Windshield

 

In 81’ the story began, first with my brother and then with a friend

Seeing life through a windshield like a gypsy on eighteen wheels

But when you do this for a living it’s life you omit

White line fever they call it in song

White lines on the concrete is to what you belong

The back rows of the truck stops and the cab of a truck is your home

From Beantown to Shaky to big D then Windy you roam

Dispatch can get you a load to anywhere except the state you belong

Driving your shiny KW is not just a job now you see

Through the windshield is your life on this unending concrete sea.Boston

Aspirin, Doan’s Pills and Preparation H

Always part of your luggage because that hot load just can’t wait

Truck driving is a hobby for the homeless no roots do you need

Life through the windshield is now the life you can’t leave

Look my Way

Look My Way

Look my way the next time you walk by

Not down your nose with your head in the sky

Look upon me with love as I have loved you

Then my heart you will win as your prize

Your shadow walks across my pillow

As I lay sleeping deep in the nights

Hoping you will but look my way

With caring still in your eyes

When I wake in the morning

I smile at your footprints

In the tears that I’ve cried

Knowing you have looked my way

With love in your eyes

When one’s winter sun is setting

Breath shallow as I lay dying

What will matter most is the knowing

That you and our Lord

Walking footstep for footstep

With hand’s out stretched

As you’re looking my way

Yes, I see the love in your eyes

Mothers Day

Mother’s Day

Today’s the day that we are told

To honor our moms from times of old

The love of ones’ mom is purer than the finest gold

The love of a mom for child, the smile unbridled

The shine in their eyes, the touch of their hand

A kiss on your cheek the touch of her hand

A love and honor that never will bend

Mother, every child’s first best-est best friend

From our first day of school through college we labor

Mom holding our hand with love that doesn’t waver

Yet when needed kicking us in the seat of our pants

As time rolls on the day will come to all

Her hug you can’t get nor the touch of her hand

You will find your heart breaking

When her name in stone is written

Playing The Card We’re Cast In Life

 

How does one play this little game called life

Can we compete with the cards we have been dealt

Or do we barter or mark them to increase our wealth

Hoping for better, serfdom, such a hard hand to play

Has life dealt us a hand full of aces, a life so gay

Or maybe life dealt us kings with a mansion on a hill

Maybe we are blessed with queen’s smiling as the kill

Or maybe a lady with a dagger so don’t ask, don’t tell

Young man, do you wear purple, a crown of the jack

Sowing your oats where you please in your life of glee

A princess has no card, life dictated by the crown of a king

For is it because even a princess is to be not heard only seen

Even a princess is nothing until a queen’s crown she does fulfill

Or, are we just a numbered card, a cast, lower than the dirt

Are we and our lives nothing, discarded without a second thought

Raised to serve the aristocracy, bent backs crawling on our knees

This world’s self proclaimed royalty, their noses high in the breeze

Walking upon the heads and backs of those cast nothing but little cards

After all aren’t the elite is entitled never to give a damn about the working class!