(Philosophy Poem) Comfort And Compassion

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Comfort And Compassion

 

When evil comes upon a friend do we offer compassion

Do we console and wrap their heart in our love for them

When one is afflicted in sorrows do we pounce upon them

If one is discouraged and weak do we compound their troubles

Do we have compassion, do others see the love of G-d in us

 

Comfort, when given, does not have a greedy eye upon their losses

Do not be despondent in the face of troubles, either theirs or your own

Our faith testifies of G-d’s love that resides within heart of the faithful

Yet how can a person give comfort if they refuse to give compassion

G-d’s own words will convict the Soul that refuses to give of His love

 

Man is riddled with dirt and sin yet G-d walks our road of life with us

One can only give of what they have whether it be sweet or it be sour

A sip of water and a piece of bread given with compassion can save Souls

As the Sun rose the giver and the given walked the same path together

When The Lord looks into our eyes, will He give to us, compassion, or fire

(Poem) Proverbs Of A Fool

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(Poem) Proverbs Of A Fool

 

Fools are given wise advise then they misuse it

A fools wisdom originates within their own heart

The fool is blasphemous and has spiritual blindness

A contentious hypocrite shows their own foolishness

Only a fool perverts the ways of G-d for their own gain

 

A fool in his wrath uncovers his own ignorance quickly

The lying tongue is only wise within their own mouth

The deceit of a fool only leads them to the gate of Hell

The wise speak softly yet fools speak loudly many words

Wickedness in the mouth of a leader shows many a fool

 

He that flaps his lips chokes on their own ego and stupidity

The fool makes himself rich yet in truth all that he has is debt

Meddling, mocking and raging is the pathway only a fool walks

A fool is self-righteous, slandering, ignorant and filled with words

Those that follows such a man, shows themselves to be the fool

 

Theology Poem: Angels Among Us

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Angels Among Us

 

Is there really such a thing as good and bad Angels

Are there really Spiritual Beings walking Among us

Could there be ones Truly Holy and Evil and Immortal

The Scriptures say there are many whom are truly wise

When a man is facing the power of an Angel, who are we

 

G-d’s elect are meek, invisible, powerful and obedient

Sometimes incarnate in human form, concerned for us

Job says that even some Angels are less than perfect

Whether living in a Mansion or Cardboard box, we’re dust

Some humans are like pigs in that live and die without wisdom

 

Light is The Guide that directs and delivers the lonely and lost to life

Those without The Light live in a curse of pestilence, doubts and death

Angels announced the Birth of Christ and escorted Him back to Heaven

Through foolish pride many Angels fought against G-d, and they died

When we entertain an Angel do you ever wonder what they think of us

 

 

(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

Real World Poem: Life Through A Windshield

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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 movies and 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 Bean-town to Shaky to Big D then Windy once again you roam

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

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

Through the windshield is your life on this unending concrete sea

 

 

Back braces, Aspirin, Doan’s Pills and of course Preparation H

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

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

Life through a windshield is now a life you can’t ever really leave

(Love Poem) Tear Drops On Her Heart

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TEAR DROPS ON HER HEART

 

The dribble on the stick

Says she is a Mom to be

Boy ran off didn’t wanna hear it

Clinic could remove Her, or live in shame

 

Go through a Church and quietly have Her

Boy feels no shame for the crime committed

Give your Baby back to God, or a life with others

Keep Her for yourself even if your family shuns Her

 

Takes a will of steel to say you’ll keep Her

Without a Daddy there are two hearts breaking

Piety sticks their nose where they have no business

Single Mom’s life is filled with love and hardships

 

Someday a Man may appear, be a true Prince Charming

A true Man, not a Boy, to become a Husband and a Daddy

Takes a lot more than sex to become a Woman of a Man

Tear drops on Her heart as she holds and Keeps Her Baby

(Humanity/Poem) The Wall

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The Wall

(FROM 10-31-2017)

Why do we wish to build, is it to keep out

Was not Berlin’s Wall built to keep citizens in

The Great Wall of China can be seen from space

Decide what is real and what discriminates

Your reflection in the world’s looking glass

Does it show to them and us but one face

 

Division from the South, but not from the North

Do you not see your two faces shining

What do you think your Wall will facilitate

Is this Wall about safety and poor labor jobs

Or is it about your hate of language and race

 

The poor of the South you choose to lock out

Hungry, tired, and scared, they come to your gates

Looking for a safe place to build, to work and pray

You wish to build a higher Wall, are guard towers next

We tell them they have to wait at the River Great

 

From terrorist and drugs, you say your Wall will protect

You wall out your brother, your neighbor, your friends

How can you be so cold yet on Sunday you bend your knees

Do you not know, nor see, nor care that your actions offend

Unless you are Indian your family tree is not from here

 

Do you not think that a terrorist or a drug King Pin

Can’t enter your haven from the cold frozen North

Do not speak to me of family values ye hypocrite

As children and mothers die of hunger and disease

At the foot of this Wall you create from your hate

 

 

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

Off Color Humor Poem On: The Vanity Of A Man

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The Vanity Of A Man

 

The pride I have has never been to the excessive level of vanity

Though my appearance is great and my achievements historic

For one to be vain they would have no real value unlike myself

I am never hollow and worthlessness, who does not know my face

I cannot be excessive in my pride, the whole world bows at my feet

 

Vanity is something worthless, trivial and pointless, unlike me

Egotism, vainglory and pride they are a sham without reality

Arrogance, self-love, conceitedness, who could say that of me

The Wall I build between us is because you are unworthy of me

How could your off-color eyes and mind understand my greatness

 

I have heard some dare to say that they have warned you about me

A Billionaire cannot be sleazy unlike the poor who always sit and bitch

Turn your eyes away from those who walk their life in vain endeavors

A man should never live their life in vanity manifested in their wickedness

I am a most stable genius, a King, certainly vanity does not ever taint me

Philosophy Poem: Age

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AGE

 

It is said that age is counted by years and the wear on the body

With age comes physical infirmities as the body breaks down

Our legs and our behinds become unwilling to accept adventure

Declining strength and deterioration become everyday realities

Yet it is our Minds and our Soul that determines quality of life

 

Within the gray hair of mankind lies the wisdom of the world

Maturity and Spiritual beauty are the waters that wash the Soul

The fruitfulness that age produces is fair judgement and patience

Strong Faith is the Pillar on which all strong Souls do flourish

When gray hairs lie upon us it is our Wisdom by which we’re known

 

Respect and honor those of gray hair for to disrespect is insolence

If we choose to not honor our Elders we are a fool dancing in the fire

Gray hair follows wisdom and the love and fear of the Great Creator

When our physical body has retired the eyes of the Soul still sees

If we walk after the Heart and Spirit of Jesus Christ we will never die