(Scriptural Influenced Poem) Zechariah And The Lord’s Promise

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Zechariah And The Lord’s Promise 

 

Soldiers awaken your blade against My enemies

Cut off the strength of he who dares to shun Me

Strike their Shepherd and his Demons will flee

I will turn My hand against those who curse Me

 

I will spread their blood upon the whole land

Two of three will die at My will saith the Lord

Those remaining I shall test them as with pure gold

Can a beast be refined into a man then into a Saint

 

Those who choose Me I will refine and test their purity

The Faithful will follow Me and will bare My Holy Name

I will answer those who through faith choose to follow Me

The Saints will follow after Me and I will be their G-d

Silly Poem To The Good Half

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Silly Poem To The Good Half

 

Roses aren’t always Red

Violets are sometimes Purple

I love you my Sweetheart

Your smile is always enticing

You have the world’s softest lips

Your sensitive Breasts so divine

Though my name is not Cupid

You and I two hearts intertwined

 

Though you make my heart flutter

My writing talent is sometimes silly

I hope you know I love more than life

I will until the Earth no longer turns

Cause your Soul is always so sweet

You loved me though old and broken

Me too broke to afford a pot to tinkle

Baby was it because you loved my behind

(Sarcastic Poem) Being An Ass

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BEING AN ASS

 

Yes, being an Ass

It’s so easy to be

We all have one

Yet some have two

A mirror don’t lie

 

Stayed out again last night

Home at the rising of light

Wife waiting tears in her eyes

Mad as Hell yet glad your alive

Played kissy kissy made it all right

 

Two hours till work like Hell I will

Sleep till noon go in four hours late

Just smile at the Boss as his ticker fades

Hell’s not really real so I do as I please

No one matters but ourselves anyway

(Poem) Big Hill Kentucky

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BIG HILL KENTUCKY

 

Big Hill Kentucky

Berea by Her side

Mountains of the divide

History of Liberal Freedoms

For Education, many have died

 

Beautiful Hills to the South and East

Grasses run north, the River divides

Society of the Past and Now collide

Liberal Arts with beautiful countryside

Nice peaceful place to live one’s life

 

Pilot Knob has seen its share of blood

Blue and Gray turned the grass dark Red

Lessons learned, to sleep easy, live in Peace

Bedrock communities we live in G-d’s Grace

Big Hill Kentucky, beauty for the Eyes, Soul and Brain

(Philosophy/Poem): My Name Is Nod (About The Garden Of Eden)

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OF THE SEVERAL HUNDRED POEMS THAT I HAVE WRITTEN THROUGH THE YEARS THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL FAVORITE.

This is a poem that is designed to make you think, to get you to maybe get the book of Genesis out for another look-see. Maybe, if you are not good at world geography you might want to dig into some maps of the known world of about 5,000 years or so ago. I hope that you enjoy it, quite a bit of research went into making this poem be accurate.

 

Do you know me

Listen, does not the wind whisper

Do not the mountains echo my name

How is it that you do not know me

Did not Moses lay out the path to my door

 

 

For two of your human generations

The Valley of The Garden of God

Was my western door

My Sister, Lake Urmia was fast a sleep

Within her no bounty ever found

The West Gate of God’s Garden she guarded

Now she is but salty ground

 

 

Did not my mountains rumble

And spew forth fire and rocks

How is it you can not find me

Can you not hear the ticking of the clock

 

 

Many of your years ago now one came to me

Spewed forth from the Garden of God

With a mark upon his head, he came unto me

So all my inhabitants would know

That whosoever dared to harm him

Would quickly also soon be dead

 

 

The Garden has now so long been gone

It’s land like mine is scorched

The Face of God once again I yearn to see

When the light shines and the Trumpet blasts

Will He with tearful voice echo my words to you

My Child, My Child, how is it you do not know me

(Theology Poem) Prophet

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Prophet

 

What is a Prophet, is there really such a thing in these days that we live

Is it something from our past that mankind in our wisdom has out lived

Who is it that would dare say they are such a thing as a speaker of God

Do we believe things the Scriptures have told us for thousands of years

Today if a person says they are a Prophet do they say this hoping for profit

 

 

Are we living in Spiritual darkness, are these the last days of mankind

Are we living in a time that our ears cannot hear nor can our eyes see

If one stands up and speaks only God’s truth, would anyone of us listen

If we are living in the last days in darkness of which the Scriptures speak

What shall we do, will we know a chosen vessel of God, or will our hearts be cold

Friends, Prophets will be both men and women that God for Himself has chosen

Will our sarcasm, our ignorance and ego’s lead us to live in Hell’s fiery pit below

(Philosophical Poem) Having A Superpower

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Having A Superpower

 

Me and my Superpower, you and yours

If we really could have one what would it be

Things like World Peace wouldn’t qualify though

Not unless every Soul in the Universe would agree

Peace cannot be while hate still reigns in one heart

 

Bottle and a Jeannie say to give one person three

Yet, if we each really did get one, what would we choose

Think about it a moment before you decide what it to be

Would we use it to enrich ourselves, or cause pain and grief

Would we share our help or would we just keep it to ourselves

 

Seeing the future, reading people thoughts from their minds

Becoming invisible to avoid times of pain or great stress

Fly like a Hogger on an Indian with bugs hanging in our teeth

Yet it’s just fantasy because humans don’t use the ones we have

Love and Faith are the first Superpowers I wish we used more of

 

 

(Before some of you get confused or a bit offended by the words used in line 13

here are the meanings of: Hogger: a Harley Motorcycle rider. and: Indian: an Indian 

is a very old high quality Motorcycle.)

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Live Like There Is A Tomorrow

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Live Like There Is A Tomorrow

 

The heartbeat in the womb known to most Mothers

Security we thought we had, like the love of a Mom

Living in the land of noise and constant clatter

So concerned about today we forget about tomorrow

Dig into your own foundation to learn what your about

 

Today is like unto tomorrow, lost into our yesterdays in space

Look back for our foundation and forward with love and faith

What we see today, yesterday so much had not been made

Live each day with thankfulness no tomorrow guaranteed

Sunshine or gray, today is all we have got with which to play

 

One will never see tomorrow in the flesh if they die today

We only get this one turn so get out and enjoy your day

In my time men and women by forty were bald, gray or dead

Life lay ahead, live it like you know you will again see the Sun

If we walk our life as thought we’re dead life becomes quite hollow

(Philosophy type Poem) Life Is But A Chance

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Life Is But A Chance

 

Is not our lives but a chance upon a breeze

Where were we born, what do our Daddy do

Slop Shovel always stuck to your callous

What can a Poor man offer Daughter or Son

Crooks ride by with their smirks in the air

 

Life is unkind or to kind depending on one’s view

Golden spoon not worth the weight of the Boot

Family got the money, they’re just morally broke

Boarding House upbringing is a hell of a home

Grace not given is grace that is so seldom returned

 

Some noticed luck when she slapped him

Sometimes we tend to duck a bit to quick

Born into or out of what, on our first day

Bank Accounts, Skin Color, Ignorance or Hate

Life is a Chance at a Dance, don’t miss your date

 

 

(Philosophy Type Poem) Be Quiet

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Be Quiet

 

Be quiet child, hush your mouth

No gain to flush your thoughts out

You speak, your quickly cast out

The Young voice should never be heard

How we learn to hide in our fantasy worlds

 

We’re taught to speak then told not too

What if we sang about real world abuse

Can the World handle that which is truth

The Quiet and the Kind so often abused

Eyes of Black with bones beaten dark Blue

 

You Marry to a Partner who thinks you a Twit

Your opinions valued the same as when a kid

Odd how 100 Lb woman be an overpowering Witch

The Quiet and the Kind if in Faith is true strength

Running of the Mouth is like an open Sewage Ditch