(Poem) You Are My Heart

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You Are My Heart

 

Our love is like no other that I have known

We knew it the moment that our lips met

I see the light that is still inside your eyes

I can feel the hunger deep within my heart

 

From this point after the flame shall not burn out

Let us stay cuddled in each others arms all night

Sweet Woman, all the love we have shared together

How many years and hugs will our lives allow us

 

I promise you my Lady, all that my heart can give

Life presented us a beautiful friendship and love

Our hearts still in step in these Bluegrass Hills

You will always be the light that my heart desires

 

 

 

 

(Poem) This Too Shall Pass

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This Too Shall Pass

 

The days of The Garden were now so long ago

Yet before Adam, there was a lot that was here

Critters roamed the Earth yet are found no more

Monkey and Gentile were created, yet not the same

Know Ye not that where you walk mighty fish swam

 

There was a time before anything that we have seen

Trees now Deserts, Swamps are now covered in Sand

Rocks grow up while Glaciers melt into their ground

The Skies once filled with Birds and Dragons not found

Great Empires once were but now are trampled down

 

These times we share give forth both good and the bad

That which is laid upon us, we can and we will overcome

Like 1918 Life learns to deal with that which scares us so

Faith in God and in Science will Trump the Political Whores

This Virus is but a Blimp in time and friends, it too shall pass away

 

(Attempted Humor Poem) Boogie-Woogie Mama Bear

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Boogie-Woogie Mama Bear

 

Met this Lady when she was just 34

Determination and scared was in Her eyes

Good woman with a Wing badly mauled

Six years of energy was running by Her side

In His ride His Daddy quietly fell off to sleep

 

This great Friend I now call Her my Bride

In Her younger years Her soft hair was flowing

A bundle of Sweet-Heart bigger than Her 5′-4″ frame

She is the Light that comes on upon my face

I found Her with Luck, or a whole lot of God’s Grace

 

Though decades have passed, my love for Her has not

This sweet young Lady lives at the tips of my fingers

Our Cub has now grown into a fine Son and young Man

For decades now She has kept the Woogie in my Boogie

Still the Mama to Our Cub, my Lady until I close my eyes

(Poem) Drunk And Alone

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Drunk And Alone

 

Ain’t drunk enough yet, I can still feel my face

The Bars have done finished turning out their lights

A fifth of Jose’ and a 12 of Mick will be a good chaser

Can a mind find peace before the dawning of the rays

Like a vamp the meds are not an answer they just choke

 

We make and grow our own corn where the Law will allow

Some horded Drink like others have done with Potty Paper

May they get drunk enough to forget where they stashed it at

You know Depression and Liquor are like a lighter and gas

Lost loves and children they broke the Soul in our past

Buddy up with Jose’ and Mick try to forget you ever cared

 

When many moons have fallen will we even remember our path

What could we say about the stupor filled haze that we have lived

Was the Bottle the one stone that I always had stuck in the grave

Some drink to forget and then forget, to ever lay down the Bottle again

Folks, drunk alone in a ditch is one hell of a place to make your grave

 

(Attempted Poem) Be Brave, Behave, Or Please, Just Go Away

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Be Brave, Behave, Or Please, Just Go Way

 

We all know that we have a problem

Like a Mask guarding the face behind it

Life isn’t about how silly you may look

There’s way to darn many selfies anyway

So, could the W.H. possibly learn to behave

 

Many folks risk their lives just to bring us our food

We can play in the sand yet throw precious crops away

The “Little People” bare our brunt with their blood

It “Is Not” a “Wise Man” who is guiding our train

Be brave, stand up for the Food Production Chain

 

Times of stress teach ourselves and others our true face

Do we “Answer The Bell” or cower behind the children

Only we can move our steps that our feet have chosen to walk

Please, if you are an Ass, take that thing at least six more steps that way

Be brave, behave, maybe the Politicians will drift somewhere far far away

(Philosophy/Poem) Is A Human Really Capable Of Obtaining Wisdom?

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IS A HUMAN REALLY CAPABLE OF OBTAINING WISDOM?

 

What is Wisdom that a man will choose to actively chase it

Is not Wisdom but a vapor that is beyond our understanding

It is said that a wise man listens carefully to obtain understanding

Yet who is it that decides what is wise and what is foolishness

One can have a sweet tongue yet also have the Soul of an Asp

 

Did not Hitler, Mao, Putin and Trump attract masses with poison words

Are the masses but simpletons incapable of understanding dark secrets

Does not a political Preacher speak sweet words as he lifts your wallet

The Professor, we assume bathes each night in truth and in knowledge

Yet, does truth drip from his lips or just his version of political correctness

 

Politicians rattle their lies as they wrap themselves in the Bible and the flag

Doctors and Lawyers, many graduated in the bottom 50% of their own peers

Did we choose to listen to our parents or theirs in the days of our youth

Even when one is not lying it does not mean they know of what they speak

Humans are not Divine, yet without Divinity there is no such thing as Wisdom

 

 

(Theology Poem) Their Is Only One Thing We Own

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Their Is Only One Thing We Own

 

We bought us a Hector of land about 3 yrs ago

It even had a three bedroom planted upon its face

We’re even blessed with two old sleds, but they ride

Could we all be more alive if we just owned more toys

Own the Business, but, do we really ever own the fame

 

There are many generations of those whom have owned this land

How many striped backs have worked this very place that I stand

Grass to timber, back to grass, then back to trees, again and again

Did a Red Man before me own it, if so, which people were they of

Did a Cave Man or maybe a Monkey or even a Chimp lay claim to it

 

Do the Trees think they own the Stars as well as the Ground below

The Skies hold the Rain but are the Skies beholding to the night breeze

How is it that I think to my self, yes I do own this, and I also own that

The Air owns the Man, the Man has never been in control of his Air

The Only Thing that We Own is Our Own Name, waiting in Line Up There

(Theology Poem) What We See, But Also, What We Don’t See

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What We See, But Also, What We Don’t See

 

We were all in the Womb, so what did we know and when

So, what did we see with our first memory, of anything

What did we know when we first remember seeing the Sun

How many folks have we seen through our heart, for a while

When did we each say, here I am, and remember that memory

 

There is always a time when we look right through our life, like a grind

We all walked past the Daily Hurdles life so kindly keep twirling at us

Did we notice and remember the people who slid in and out of our daily life

Stages of how you and I now look in the memories of others we have cared about

Grades at every step, in deed we’re prodded and Rated, but what were we taught

 

Those around us who we know, how many of those folks don’t even recognize us

Yet how many wonderful people have we walked by because we didn’t see them

One side is irate cause the memories they see were far from being great ones

With Gray Hair we understand better what our senses of youth were blind to

When we understand that only by the Grace of God, have you or I, ever been

 

(Poem) Just Be Thankful

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Just Be Thankful

 

Why are so many people crying and moaning

Are we not now able to take in a breath of air

Can our eyes not put words to the letters we see

Have we no roof to cover ourselves from the rain

Are we not blessed with both bed and a blanket

 

All at once the world is having to live as though poor

What habits have changed for the poor and the shut-ins

Money or health are to easily taken away so enjoy the day

The poor are without health or money yet we trust and pray

The working class has always been thankful for food and bed

 

The blinders we wear are most usually always self made

The times will pass my friend as we humans will integrate

Stories of these times will soon become movies of lore

Maybe the whole world just take this time to do a “Do Over”

Folks just be thankful to be alive as this new beginning begins

(Poem) I Pledged My Soul

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I Pledged My Soul

 

Yes, I gave my Soul away

Many years ago now it has been

Buried beneath the waters

Raised to God a new Being

Raised to be more than ever before

 

Buried young but then life takes hold

Sweet ladies with their pretty wiggles

Tequila from Jose’ special Mexican blend

Riches are made with blind eyes and lies

Toot it with Benjamin or smoke to the skies

 

Does it matter what I do with my own life

A life is but a blink and then poof, we are gone

This Rock a battleground for Angels high and low

Pledged my Soul to God, was such a long time ago

Yet, will God accept me with this life I have lived