(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

(Philosophy Poem) Are We Nothing But Inbred Spies

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Are We Nothing But Inbred Spies

 

When we’re born into life do we know anything

We Pee, belch and fart all around our new domain

On the cool days we even mud bomb Mom or Dad

Just before this school world starts all we do is test

Average kids all came with me, the smartasses over there

 

These old ladies teach us all of their uninteresting B.S.

Recess used to be a little freedom, then they took it away

Teachers in our Restrooms and Cops monitoring the Halls

Only speak when peeing, it messes up their mic’s in the wall

Mouth shut, march in line, preparing us for hurry up and wait

 

Now we are all but Robots, programmed to be just like them

If we complain or call in sick, tomorrow our income goes away

We can only be sick on our own time if there is such a thing today

Always keep your head down, your mouth shut, submissive or die

Educated in Satan’s Realm you either accept the Chip, you Spy, or die

( A Bit Of Bent Humor) Can We See

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Can We See

Do you see the Blue Skies this morning

The beautiful Mountains and the Desert Highs

We make what we make for this is foretold

Are we but a Stamp on a Ticket in a Time Machine

What does a Computer see behind their painted Smiles

 

 

Do we see only that which the World says we are to see

How many noticed Lucy in the Lobby with Mac-10 in hand

We all just walk on by Folks, we never see them, everyday

With few exceptions the World is Blind to a Drop not missed

Do we tell ourselves that it is good to be selectively Blind

 

 

Just like when we are with the One our Heart ador’s

Three Blankets deep in the night, you still see the cold

If Love is burnt the Light is out this the Blind can see

Life, we invest our Time in it and like the tick of the Clock

Can we see or understand the sweet Kiss and the Blade

I Want To Write My Mom

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I Want To Write My Mom

 

She was a very good lady to have had in my life

Most of my young lessons taught I learned from her

She was the one good constant from the beginning

of my life till she died

What do you say to an excellent person who raised you

the very best that she could

This Lady has been gone now for more that 20 years

I wish that I could call Her, Hug Her, like it was yestar-year

I knew what a light I had before I ever lost Her

I sure do wish that I could write and thank my Mom

(Philosophy Poem) What If

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What If

 

What if we are but one speck of Dust…

In a line of specks of Dust…

What then

In Our Universe

With Webbed Lines of even more Universes

Through More Black Holes

At what point do we back off our ego’s and B.S.

Why is it that we know so little about what is

I am embarrassed to know as little as I do

Barely got down one Language, no luck on two

There are many whom are wise

Yet few less that I

I pray that after all is said and done

At Our Judgement The Lord Will Smile Our Way

(Poem) Just In Case

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Just In Case

Just in Case, just in Case of What I Think

What all is it that we think we’ve learned

Does Anyone ever have the time to really see

We Learn while We Live, Die when We Don’t

Just In Case, maybe we should take time to see

Just In Case we thought that we knew something

How many times has Life taught us, that we don’t

Life is filled with several of those Kodak Moments

What if, we had looked Left instead of looking Wrong

Just In Case, is part of what can make a life great

Just In Case, this seems to much like HollyWood

Would it be nice if we all simply loved each other

World Peace, almost all Blonde Beauties want it

Will we ever become among Gray Hairs at the Gate

Just In Case I don’t Lord, Please, except me anyway