Category: Poems

(Philosophy Horror/Poem) The End

by oldpoet56, posted in Philosophy, Poems, Religion

The End

 

Do I hear an Angel’s wings–am I dying

The stillness in my heart, is it still beating

So silent like the quiet of a graveyard night

Through dimmed eyes–have any tears fallen

My lungs grow weak–now only silence I hear

 

 

O to see the rising sun–just one more time

Beloved family here with me–in this sterile room

My will is dispensed–all my energy now leaving

What is now left of me–is this death mask my face

Designated, predestined we die–but sent to where

 

 

Silence only silence–broken by a trumpet I hear

Blue skies, blue skies–toward the Son I am rising

O to the earth goodbye–Lord—NO LORD NO

Wing’s fade away–as HELL opens its mouth for me

Wake up in a cold sweat–O LORD–what a dream

(Humor/Poem) Tabby My Dear

by oldpoet56, posted in Humor, Poems

Tabby My Dear

 

Our little fur ball so plain to the eyes

Short gray hair like allergies they fly

Beauty she lacks except for her kitten face

Her purr motor running with a smile always

Her love for the family she never disguised

 

 

Pets like people who possess outer beauty

Tend to be filled with self-love and pomp

True love comes from within the heart

Just like the love she never tried to hide

In the sweet little face of our Tabby Cat

(Religious Philosophy/Poem) Be Careful Where You Step

by oldpoet56, posted in Devil, Personal Thoughts/Beliefs, Philosophy, Poems, Religion

Be Careful Where You Step

 

My next step, Lord, upon what path do I dare to tread

I pray for guidance with every heartbeat, breath and step

I know not this land that is set before my eyes and feet I walk

Lord please be my light so that Your Spirit doth guide my steps

I wish not to wander blindly with my feet upon shifting sands

For in this life of folly I have walked through many dark places

 

 

Fear can take hold when darkness hides the rattles that you hear

Lord please guide my conscience and keep my mind and body pure

Please guide me from the burning pits of sulfur and brimstone so deep

Lord please embed your guiding Spirit of light into my eyes and my feet

I know these are my latter days, I wish not to stumble into a Demons grasp

Lord please guide my steps so that when I die, I can tell Satan to kiss my ass

(Philosophy Humor/Poem) So,This Is Life

by oldpoet56, posted in Humor, Philosophy, Poems

So, This Is Life

 

When I find myself in disfavor of riches and of the ladies smiles

I find myself alone cursing and weeping from this darkened state

My pain, my pain, why does Heaven hide from my tear filled eyes

When looking upon my life, I curse the bloody things I’ve done

 

 

Wanting myself to be like those who never worked, yet lined with gold

Coveting life like them with toes in the sand beating their chests like Tarzan

Why do we humans yearn for this friends looks and that one’s fame

If all wishes granted, what would we enjoy the most, and what the least

When in such thoughts I find it is myself the most that I am so displeased

 

 

Hopefully Lord I pray to Thee, rescue me Lord, for truly I hate my mistakes

I spent my years like an ignorant fool, with no guarantee of the next sun rising

From breathing air, to the cold grave, now hearing hymns at Heavens Gate

From this state I have lived in, Lord do I really wish to see Thy Holy Face

But then I awake and I do see the beauty of the morning sun rising once again

Aw but a dream, but wait, my boots to my beard, they are thoroughly singed

(Philosophy/Religious/Poem) Darkness The Thunder And The Light

by oldpoet56, posted in Personal Experiences, Personal Thoughts/Beliefs, Philosophy, Poems, Religion

Darkness The Thunder And The Light

 

Deep in the night as we quietly slumber in our bed

Lying peacefully in the darkness, minds filled with dreams

To a loud clap of thunder our subconscious now awakens

In the darkness we hear the thunder then see the lightning flash

From sleep, or eyes wide open, does the sound of the thunder frighten

Rumblings deep and dark we hear it in all the corners of our mind

 

 

The sounds can slap our souls like the clapping of God’s mighty hands

A loud crack, then the awesome lights from the Heavens come flashing in

Does the lightning bring peace to your soul, or melt your heart within

Do we try to live our lives quietly in the dark, ignoring the signs of the times

Are we at peace within ourselves, with the Maker of the thunder and the light

Thunder can draw one’s attention, lightning a mighty sting, this I know first hand

 

 

August 83 evening storm moving in, bivouac in the Army, living in ignorant bliss

A finger of God reached out and touched me, my body and mind will never let me forget

Each day we open our eyes, we think life is up to us, foolish, it’s up to the Keeper of time

Yes, we can all decide to live our lives in the slumber of Spiritual darkness and denial

When this life that we now live is over, we all have a Soul, and forever somewhere it will live

Where it resides is determined by the life we now live, are we strong, or just chafe in the wind

Thunder, is it the clapping of God’s hands and lightning a sign of His power, friends, He don’t miss

(Truth/Treason/Poem) Protecting A Dirty Oil Company

by oldpoet56, posted in Economics, Personal Experiences, Poems, treason, Truthful articles for your thoughts

Protecting A Dirty Oil Company

 

Once upon a time not so long ago (and this is no fairy tale)

I was working executive security just trying to earn that dime

Stationed in South East Texas in the town of Enron’s fame

One Friday eve on the maintenance elevator I chose to ride

43 rd floor my goal, it’s the home of Presidential fame ya know

Quietly checking offices to see if all workers were weekend bound

 

 

Two male voices I hear, coming down the hall so very clear

Having a conversation that no one was ever suppose to hear

There was a former Governor very well known as “our boy” round there

His Presidential bid going slow, gave “our boy 3 million more today”

These the words of my boss as he was bragging to his callous friend

At this time gas sold about 70 cents, way to low for the likes of them

Boss bragging to his buddy how Our Boy was Oval Office bound

 

 

Having one of these puppets on a string, is every oil mans dream

Bragging how that soon the whole Country they would be shagging

To the other suit this Oil company’s President was boasting and bragging

That within 8 months of taking office, Our Boy would have gas $2 a gallon

Three times the current rate, for the Oil Companies, no doubt that’s great

Not caring that the whole world’s infrastructure would be drowning

To me these type of acts toward our country is nothing short of treason

To bad these good ole boys, to realize their dream, had to wait until 2000

(Religious Philosophy/Poem) Prophet

by oldpoet56, posted in Bible, Personal Thoughts/Beliefs, Philosophy, Poems, Religion

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

(Humor/Poem) Mister W. (My Salute To George W Bush)

by oldpoet56, posted in Humor, Poems, Politics

Mister W.

 

Since you were a child it was only evil that ever bent your ear

You learned to dance around the truth, yet never speak it

You were taught that you were born of privilege, and how to use it

In your mind this gives you the right to do whatever pleases you

Curfews and even your parents wishes meant nothing to you

Your someday is now for you are a fully grown excuse of a man

 

 

Now your eyes are set upon the Throne where your daddy once sat

Your dreams now complete, you walk the halls of this House of White

The Scriptures speak the truth about Dark portraying to be Light

Who is it now that once again takes claim to this seat in the Oval Room

Now your butt hits the cushion Throne where your daddy once reigned

You now have the right to choose right and wrong, but which will it be

For awhile the Throne is now yours here at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue

(Philosophy/Poem) The Human Life

by oldpoet56, posted in Personal Thoughts/Beliefs, Philosophy, Poems

The Human Life

 

Our life is but a vapor that moves quickly

Enjoy the beauty of life while you are still here

For like a whisper in the wind, we all quickly disappear

(Philosophy/Poem) Maverick

by oldpoet56, posted in Personal Thoughts/Beliefs, Poems

Maverick  

 

Hey you, yeah, I’m talking to you, are you a Maverick, or are you just a wanna be

Would you dare strip down naked on a beach and run into the ocean’s cooling spray

Or are you the one who would cower down and hide behind the nearest clump of trees

Are you lacking of adventure, probably like Adam, looking for a leaf to hide the twig

Well son are you like the mighty Stallion who gallops effortlessly into the evening sun

Or is the grocery store hobby-horse more equal to your level of adventure and fun

 

 

Are we now like the old Stallion who through his aged time was never allowed to run

Have you ever felt the ocean spray against your private parts or even upon your face

Have you ever kicked your shoes off and curled your toes in the Oceans hot summer sand

How is it that one could reach our age yet have never sat their behind upon a mighty horse

 

 

Can we look into our bathroom mirror and ask, in this race of life have I ever ran toward the sun

Have we allowed ourselves to grow fat and old like a mashed potato we lay our old bones upon the couch

If we never take a chance to feel the breeze upon our face with a Stallion or a Harley between our knees

Upon our death-bed will we be able to tell ourselves we were a mighty Stallion nostrils flaring to be free

Or sadly was our life like a plastic hobby-horse who never tasted the scent of fun or dared attempt to be free