Belvidere

Belvidere

 

Belvidere, the name sounds so peaceful

Is it not a place for our children to grow

Swinging bridge and waterfall

Two scenic parks in which to spend our time

My youth from the time of ten years old

This is the hometown in which I was grown

 

No coal fields, nor mines nor stinky paper mills

Mostly factories are the place people mark their time

From the Blue Ridge of Virginia to Dakota’s Black Hills

Beautiful places we have pitched our tents

Chrysler Corporation, in Belvidere built an assembly plant

 

Chasing a good job trying to escape starvation wages

Belvidere Illinois is where our family went

Belvidere turned out to be a great 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 brother Larry

They do sleep in peace there now

 

Sister Jackie who is a wearer of the cloth

With husband Wayne there they do remain

Belvidere, you’re always in my prayers

Your beauty, kindness and your friendliness

Like fresh spring roses, a great place to rest your cares

 

Belvidere, still such a pretty word to me

You always bring a special smile upon my face

My memories of you brings light to my heart

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 is gone

It is there I wish they plant my bones

In loving memory of the place that I was grown

Such wonderful people upon God’s earth

Belvidere, the place that I called my home

Dirty Little Secrets

Dirty Little Secrets

 

Just because I was young and naive

You kept your secrets from me

Because both our kids were young

I pray their minds are cleansed of such deceptions

 

Secrets, O how much they can harm

Dirty little secrets

How many deaths have you caused

Dirty little secrets,  you mar the Soul and the heart

 

Secrets, prognosticate the lies that now come

Why always the need to bury a truth

To skirt all of the real issues in our lives

In the mirror, what is that looking back at you

Dirty little secrets

 

We keep some secrets, sometimes  for life

Sometimes to protect the heart of a friend

Little white lies don’t hurt we are all told

All we have to do is just pretend we didn’t know

O the weight and the cost of dirty little secrets

 

I wish that perfect for a day I could be

A disgrace is all I see when dreams enlighten

When I see the secrets inside of me

Lord I come to you on prayerful knees

Please cleanse me of all, my dirty little secrets

Ghosts Of My Present

 

 

Each day of my life

To see my truth for what it is

To x-ray my inner self, my Soul

To first see, then try to understand

The Ghosts that within myself persists

To understand the things, acts, and events

They roam freely the interstates and back roads

Not just the nights when I fight them for sleep

Even when the sun is high, there are people and events

That my heart and mind have embossed upon my Soul

The ghosts of my present, keep my heart and mind at risk

Some like Casper are friendly with smiles of memories

Wishing I could once again reach out and kiss their cheek

To hug them tightly, to let them know how much their missed

There are others like Casper’s three abrasive Uncles

Wearing steel cleats as they walk across my heart

Raking up the memories of all the hurts and pain

Some of which my actions no doubt have caused

No way now to correct those sins I’ve done

Nor the hurts I have caused within my years

These ghosts that haunt my present

Whether they be good or bad

Until my last breath is drawn

Are ghosts with which I must sleep

O Little Man—My Salute To Kim Jung Il Of North Korea

 

 

O little man today you died

Your dust back to the earth

For all of your life filled with evil

Claiming yourself to be a God

Now your Nation cries

Most overwhelmed with joy

But true, some may be sad

You oppressed, you starved, and you murdered

Soon you shall meet whom you have served

For you spat forth evil all of your life

Do you now feel the heat little man

Can you hear Ole Red Eyes laughing at you

Your basement cell in Hell awaits you

O little man, now that you have died, YOU FRY

Please Dance This Dance With Me

 

 

Pretty girl, if I ask you very sweet

Would you please slip into my arms

And dance this dance with me

For you are the most beautiful girl

 

 

That my heart has ever seen

I see you setting with all your friends

Grape juice against your lips

From the crystal glass that you now sip

How I wish that crystal, were my lips

 

 

I’ve seen you turn down all the other men

Could it be me with whom you wish to dance

I see you look my way, I tip my hat

My heart now leaps with joy

You said yes, to my offer of this dance

 

 

With Channel and Halston now intertwined

We now float across this floor

Now we dance in married bliss

As I carry you across the threshold of our door

Now we dance this dance of married love forever more

Poem: For The Love Of My Woman

For the love of my woman

I would do most anything

She brought forth the fruit

Of our love, ignoring the pain

Her heart is so tender

Like the touch of her hand

Balancing the teaching of our child,

Tutor, Mommy and friend

O Lord, please grant me to be worthy

Of the love of this your Angel

You have sent me from Your home

Lord, please grant me the wisdom,

Knowledge, strength, good sense and love

To be the man, teacher and Daddy

To the offspring of our love

O Lord, thank you for your grace

Kindness and tender mercy

Of this woman whom I love

Thank you o Lord for sending me

Your Angel adorned in your love

I pray I be found worthy in your eyes Lord,

Of the love of this woman, my sweetheart, my bride

Lightning Facts: (Besides The Fact That It Hurts)

Lightning Facts

 

Lightning is pretty in the sky at night

It flutters and flashes from the heavens on high

A power from God only an atheist could deny

The beauty is awesome, the power, a fright

 

Like the fingers of God stretched across our domain

The thunder adjoins like the clapping of God’s hands

When the lightning strikes close

It will scare the hell out of a mortal man

 

Do not seek shelter from the beauty

Underneath of a tree

If you feel the hairs of your back stand high

Fall on your face and pray that you will not soon be fried

 

Please take it from me, your brother and friend

If one of God’s fingers touches you

And you are blessed to survive the fright

You’ll never again stand in the open, enjoying the sight.

 

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 growls that may 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 he will take

Those Eyes

 

The first eyes we see

There filled with happiness and glee

Warmth in the smiles of momma’s eyes

Those eyes do comfort and anxieties ease

First grade crushes

Eyes filled with smiles and blushes

Twinkles of glee and faces with blushes

Those eyes of adolescent crushes

Young adult eyes all filled with dreams

Hearts filled with love

Those eyes, of a heart not yet broken

Middle age crazy

Our minds filled with lust

Lying here in bed with our neighbors bride

Remembering the heat and the lust in those eyes

Hearing a sound, it did not come from us

Stumble into the street

Everyone’s eyes looking up

The saddest eyes I have ever seen

The eyes of the Lord looking straight at me

Barrels And Bullets

 

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s were blinded

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have the bells tolled

For the love that was not given their brothers away were driven

To our brothers and sisters of  the sand

By your love not given you drove them to the arms of the deceiver

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows!