(Philosophy Love Poem) Old Poems And Old Folks

OLD POEMS AND OLD FOLKS

 

Old poems, from where do they generate their light

Old minds, is this what is required to create a past life

Old memories, of what really happened can fluctuate

Old eyes can dim, but the wit and the Soul can stay bright

Old ears can close yet the laughs of yesterday still do remain

Old poems like people can be hate filled or even kind of sweet

 

Old poems, from where do they linger or draw their breath

Old by-gone years and the loved ones those memories possess

Old days of your childhood, whipped and worked like a dog

Old school systems that taught nothing of real life to the child

Old school sweethearts, would’ve been nice if someone had cared

Old poems like dreams allows the heart and mind to fantasize, what if

 

Old poems can bring tears of joy or sometimes tears of pain to the psych

Old lives lived, would we really want to go back in time, do it all again

Old friendships like time itself somehow fade or grow with the ticking clock

Old loves and lovers through poem rekindle the first time they kissed

Old couples on the swing holding hands, sun setting in the glory of God

Old poems can open a dead heart and bring it back, to see the next sunrise

 

(Spiritual Poem) Just How Holy Are We, Or Not

JUST HOW HOLY ARE WE, OR NOT

 

Who is it that would count themselves to be worthy

Worthy to live or to even stand on the Mountain of God

Who is it among us who’s walk is pure and speaks no sins

The true heart does not slander nor curse with its Holy tongue

The Asp of the tongue not controlled can rip sinews from bone

 

Friendships, brotherhood, are these just images of bygone glories

Who today has honor and would really stand by their Oath, unto death

Would we demand collateral and charge usury, to our own Mothers

Explain compassion as we garner wealth at the expense of the starving

He who takes a bribe to condemn the innocent, are they colleague, or foe

 

We’re all told to earnestly seek the Face of God daily, yet do any of us do it

Lord thank you for the majestic and humble words of love You left us to study

The Two-Edged Sword of God, His words, still so very divisive to the world today

Peace after death is calling for us all, Armageddon then Paradise, or sulfur’s stench

Humanities only chance is to walk hand in hand with the Spirit of God’s Son, or burn

(Spiritual Poem) Where Is The Faith

WHERE IS THE FAITH

 

Only the fools tell their hearts and self that there is no God

Through ignorance some scourge the very flesh they were given

Is there now no one who seeks the heart and ways of The Creator

Heavens eyes are open to both the good and the evil of our ways

Are there still those among us who fervently seek the Face of God

 

Have we all gone astray forever from the teachings of kindness and good

Do we delight in the suffering and the pain of those we are called to love

Have ourselves and our children no knowledge of the love of our Creator

Great terror there will be when the Trumpet sounds and the clouds roll back

All the powerful plus you and I, will be judged in The Court no one can sway

 

Study to show yourself approved unto God, your family, and to mankind

Be a workman that does not ever need to be ashamed before any man

Man kind has filled the world with evil thoughts and with evil machines

The poor and the weak, are but mule manure to help the powerful grow

Be wise, hug your children, kiss your spouse, follow the Lord’s Holy love

 

Who is it that does not slander with their deeds and with their tongues

Bless the Lord who makes the rich, the powerful, and the poor to be equals

Stand strong like the Cedars of Lebanon and the great California Redwood trees

What is it in our life that means the most to us, friends it is this item, that is our God

In the great by and by, how will our deeds be judged, when The Book of Life is opened

 

 

 

 

(Heart Felt Agony Poem) I Tried To Love You

I TRIED TO LOVE YOU

 

When I am dead

Will you remember me

From my grave I will be quiet

Can I still praise and serve you

If the beating of my heart you destroy

 

I am so weary with the aching of my heart

My tear drops like blood stain my sheets each night

You cause my Soul to grow weary with your hate and lies

Do not your eyes grow tired of seeing everyone as a mark

Viper woman, is the destruction of my heart is your goal

 

The Lord always hears the prayers of those who love and Serve Him

It seems my heart, mind and body are yours to destroy at your will

Foolish, foolish woman, you are destined to live in your hate alone

The Lord indeed see’s the tears and hears the prayers of His servants

I tried to love you, Lord have mercy on those you set your eyes upon

 

(A SALUTE TO X-WIFE)

 

 

(Religious Philosophy Poem) Pondering The Twilight

PONDERING THE TWILIGHT

 

When the air between our ears grows quite disturbed

Pondering the silence of nothingness can weigh so heavy

Tossing and turning we can fight the sweaty sheets each night

So sad, so many know nothing of the relief a simple prayer brings

One does not need be a King like David for our Lord to hear our words

 

Faith is the essence of being, just as love feeds the Soul and the heart

Love is possible only because of the life blood our heart gives to the Soul

Kindness given out these days seems only with evil intended underpinning

Can one lay down in deep peace if their own Soul knows nothing of peace

Remember, we do not have to be a King or Queen for our prayers to be heard

 

Do we delight in a God that also delights in our own happiness

Evil cannot sojourn with a Soul who refuses to let it have rest

All darkness will run from the light, if we faithfully rebuke it

Taunting lips and seductive eyes hide the tears that do not lie

Faith is what is important, not our bloodline, for God loves the poor

 

Let all bloodline’s of the Earth seek refuge in the One and Only Lord

Those that seek to do you ill shall have pure shame upon their faces

Always seek peace through prayer when our World will allow it to be so

For Christ Jesus blesses His Holy Israel as well as all of those who love Him

Pondering the twilight of our time, do we believe in Spiritual salvation and life

 

(Philosophy Poem) Thy Father’s Son

THY FATHER’S SON

 

The Father loved his youngest above all his children

For in His old age his wife bore him one more son

Jealousy among brothers is rife with anger and pain

Can one speak peacefully to a brother that they hate

 

Can a dream of the younger enrage those with age

The aged, can they respectfully kiss the feet of a babe

If the younger speaks words of visions, do we listen

Is it folly to believe that young will reign over the old

 

Shall the Father and Mother rebuke the words of a child dreamer

If words offend the old should they rise up against the young brother

Age begets wisdom yet some are fools in their own delusional glory

Will not the striking of hands and shedding of blood be punished

 

In jealousy do we sell our own Brethren for a little gold and myrrh

Does the innocent blood on our coats drip upon the feet of our Soul

Will the Stone we cast away become the Master of our own defeat

Love your Brother while you have him, before it is our name in stone

 

(THE IDEA FOR THIS POEM CAME FROM THE BIBLE’S OLD TESTAMENT STORY OF JOSEPH, THE YOUNGEST OF ISRAEL’S SONS) (YOU CAN FIND THIS STORY IN THE BOOK OF GENESIS, CHAPTER #37)

 

(Religion/Life Poem) What is Our Number One Sin

WHAT IS OUR NUMBER ONE SIN

 

Do not be a fool, do not walk in the shoes of the ignorant

Eye to eye with a spitting Cobra does not show others our brass

Hate fumes from the mouth’s of those who are stupid and blind

Careful, even a Demonic Soul like Hitler was able to write a book

 

Who really has the Heart and Soul of a Christ filled man or woman

Delight in the Love of The Lord, not in our bombs, blades, and guns

Laws of God or Man, which one is it that we Humans chose to serve

Faith gives us the strength to battle the Wolves who seek our demise

 

Plant your feet like one who is seeking the Roots of The Tree Of Life

Those who are wicked by choice will try to take away our breath of life

Some are like fodder for Hell’s Fires, it’s just that they don’t know it yet

Be careful who we choose to be our friends in this Chess Game of life

 

What is the worse sin that you personally believe that you have committed

Failing to realize the depth of the meaning of our girl friends first time

Not being in the lives of our young children is a Physical and Moral crime

Hell of a thing if our actions cause our children to miss The Bread Of Life

 

 

(Humanity Poem) The Slavery Side Of Being Poor

THE SLAVERY SIDE OF BEING POOR

 

Slavery a Devils device to choke and subdue the weak and the poor

Breath, a life, hope, not at the end of The Boss Mans chains and rope

Captivity, chaining the feet to the rich mans dirt, no life, just work

Weak and the poor plow their fields, fight their wars, spill our blood

Least Humans united helps take the whip off of our Boss Mans side

 

Live under a bridge or find safety in a cardboard version of a tent

Get cozy with a fire barrel hopefully long enough to warm oneself

The few have so much while the much need to be held with a bit

Work dawn to dusk, make a little jingle live to see the sunrise again

Money, food, life, all gone so easy never sleep well don’t close both eyes

 

Humans need more to live for than looking for “The Light” when they die

Working both feet in the grave to support your family, give them a ray of life

Poor man is a dead man walking from conception till toes up in his grave

Mr. Franklin’s mean you have a roof overhead, power, food, A/C, and heat

Need no whips, we have Hollywood and DC to tell us all what to do and think

 

If the Media loves the Prez it’s amazing how good a dead economy can look

Two percent inflation, yet ten times that when you try to buy some food to cook

Trunk in The Office, amazing how cold a once heated economy can get crooked

Even when the world of The Lords is dim, still it’s brighter than under their whips

Poorest of the poor need a seat at life’s table or Humans won’t continue to be

 

 

(Humor Poem) Queen Piggy

QUEEN PIGGY

 

Queen Piggy we inherited her when cancer

Took her mommy from this earthly world

She was a mere six months old

When she came prancing and dancing

Into our family’s little fold

 

 

She was so cute you just had to hold and love her

For wherever she was, she always stole the show

Everyone who ever cast their eyes upon her

Would soon lose their heart to this hairy little girl

For 18 wonderful years she ruled our little home

 

 

To her, every hand she met was a new friend

For everyone always wanted to pet and hold her

So cute partly because of her snarly little grin

You see, Queen Piggy was a Pekingese puppy

With smashed snout, hairy toes and toothy smile

 

 

Everyone that she met was now her newest best friend

We loved this little girl as to our home, light she did bring

But now it’s the Angels turn to smile with Queen Piggy

Flying around Heaven tucked up underneath their wings

Here on earth we will always miss her and her sweet love

 

 

All the smiles she brought we will always miss her

But who am I or we to complain of missing her love

For last night in my dreams the scene I did see her

I saw Piggy fast asleep being petted by our Savior

There in Heaven upon the Good Lord’s knee

(Memory Poem) Missing The Farm

MISSING THE FARM

 

Have you ever had the chance to live on a farm

Doesn’t have to be a hundred acres to charm

Eight and one half acres for three plus years I lived

62-65 Hard times here in these Appalachian Hills

Many times our food supply was what we grew or killed

 

Hard times, with walls, roofs, and food we can all survive

Real hard times are coming, Farming will be a valuable skill

Four summers I curled my toes in the dirt while planting seeds

Surprising how self-sufficient you become when you have to be

Living on that little farm even so long ago, memories I still see

 

Fifty years ago we left the farm down on Virginia’s Crooked Creek

Still have a few pictures from that time and sense, good memories

Cows and chickens get fed but then there is the pigs and the slop

What do I miss the most, the lost innocence of my youth I suppose

Looking back I see that the farm was one of the better places I’ve lived

 

If you find you are wound up and bound up in some big city

Take the Hound get out into the open country air to truly live

Pick some strawberries, check see if the melons are ready

Listen to the sounds of the goats and the cattle, or the silence

Fresh ham, bacon, eggs, milk, and butter you didn’t have to buy

I would rather die poor on a farm than breathing smog in a city