Category: Poems

My Salute To Oreo: The Sweetest Little Fat Girl I Ever Knew

by oldpoet56, posted in Poems

 

This is a note to Oreo’s wicked Step-Mother

She would torture her when I wasn’t home

Such cruel measures as tuna deprivation!

Girl your the reason she packed her bags

Hopped the first Peterbilt with a Kitty-Kat purr

 

Straight to Holly-Weed to get her star of fame

Said she married Garfield when she got settled in

Met him on a casting couch, life’s issues worked out

Life was great until Garfield made one fatal slip

Caught him stealing her tuna had fish on his lips

Buried him 3 days ago, now she running from the Fuzz

Today Is Past, Just As ALL Of Our Yesterdays

by oldpoet56, posted in Poems, Religion

 

A salute to all of our yesterdays

Think not of the stripes we have earned

Smiles on faces of names long forgotten

Peaceful quiet, snuggle in, cry, or pray

 

Loved ones, one by one leave our arms

Snapshots of peaceful times, hopefully on print

Years gone by, do our mental pictures fade

Have all of our days been a shame to the Son

 

Patriarch by 40 something I never wanted to see

Our children and theirs grow up to ignore you

Things we’ve done wrong, own them, then go on

Yesterday’s ill’s, we can’t change the harm we’ve done

 

Our today, don’t create tomorrows butt of a joke

Today like yesterday is past, good or bad it is done

Mistakes can haunt the human brain to the grave

Doing the Texas two step with God’s Angels tomorrow

Such bliss depends on our today if there will be a tomorrow

The Trump Wall

by oldpoet56, posted in Poems, Trump

The Trump Wall

Why do we build, to keep out?

Was not Berlin’s built to keep in?

The Great Wall of China can be seen from space.

Decide what is real

Your reflection in the world’s looking glass

Does it show 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?

The poor of the south,

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

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

We build a higher wall

We tell them they have to wait.

From terrorist and drugs, you say your wall will defend.

You wall out your brother, your neighbor, your friends.

How is it you can be so cold?

Do you not know, nor see, nor care

That by your actions you do offend?

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

Can enter your haven from the cold frozen north?

Do not speak to me of family values

As children and mothers die of hunger

At the foot of this wall you create!

Rain Drops Again: Evil Or Friend

by oldpoet56, posted in Poems

(Folks, if you would, please read this short poem that I wrote late last evening. Then, please make a comment of what you though of it, good, bad, or just plain not good at all is okay. I pray that I never have the ego-enough personality to believe that every thing, or any think that I write is good just because I wrote it. That would be a bit ‘Trumpish’ wouldn’t it? I appreciate your comments even if you hate the work, as long as you would be so kind as to tell me why you hate it, that way I can learn to do better, hopefully.)

 

Here in Eastern Kentucky it has been a bit wet

I see on the t.v. the N.E. the water is running high

Its so hot down in Florida, matchsticks run for their lives

Jet Streams are a little high here yet just a little low there

 

Farmers look for Spring moisture, brings the Earth alive

To late to have a hard freeze, did all your seedlings survive

We all gotta have water and food, and not just two legged kind

Or, is it all just a niche, one of the Earth’s 10,000 year twitches

 

Could it be these next 100 years, humanity itself will be what shifts

Could the Sahara become the next, Whole Worlds Bread Basket

All the while the Sand Dunes in Nebraska goes on for miles and miles

Just a bloody dream, awakened by the rain again, Lord is it Evil, or a friend?

 

 

Belvidere

by oldpoet56, posted in family, jobs, Poems, U.S.

Belvidere

 

Belvidere, the name sounds so peaceful

Is it not a place for our children to grow

Swinging bridge and waterfall

Two scenic parks in which to spend our time

My youth from the time of ten years old

This is the hometown in which I was grown

 

No coal fields, nor mines nor stinky paper mills

Mostly factories are the place people mark their time

From the Blue Ridge of Virginia to Dakota’s Black Hills

Beautiful places we have pitched our tents

Chrysler Corporation, in Belvidere built an assembly plant

 

Chasing a good job trying to escape starvation wages

Belvidere Illinois is where our family went

Belvidere turned out to be a great place to live

Except their winters too much cold and snow

The people good honest hard working folks

But their winters I don’t miss

Mom, dad, and brother Larry

They do sleep in peace there now

 

Sister Jackie who is a wearer of the cloth

With husband Wayne there they do remain

Belvidere, you’re always in my prayers

Your beauty, kindness and your friendliness

Like fresh spring roses, a great place to rest your cares

 

Belvidere, still such a pretty word to me

You always bring a special smile upon my face

My memories of you brings light to my heart

I pray that all the people of the earth

Could have such fond recall

Of the places they were grown

 

After life’s last breath is gone

It is there I wish they plant my bones

In loving memory of the place that I was grown

Such wonderful people upon God’s earth

Belvidere, the place that I called my home

Dirty Little Secrets

by oldpoet56, posted in Faith, God, Poems, sin, worship

Dirty Little Secrets

 

Just because I was young and naive

You kept your secrets from me

Because both our kids were young

I pray their minds are cleansed of such deceptions

 

Secrets, O how much they can harm

Dirty little secrets

How many deaths have you caused

Dirty little secrets,  you mar the Soul and the heart

 

Secrets, prognosticate the lies that now come

Why always the need to bury a truth

To skirt all of the real issues in our lives

In the mirror, what is that looking back at you

Dirty little secrets

 

We keep some secrets, sometimes  for life

Sometimes to protect the heart of a friend

Little white lies don’t hurt we are all told

All we have to do is just pretend we didn’t know

O the weight and the cost of dirty little secrets

 

I wish that perfect for a day I could be

A disgrace is all I see when dreams enlighten

When I see the secrets inside of me

Lord I come to you on prayerful knees

Please cleanse me of all, my dirty little secrets

Ghosts Of My Present

by oldpoet56, posted in Poems, Short Stories, Truthful articles for your thoughts

 

 

Each day of my life

To see my truth for what it is

To x-ray my inner self, my Soul

To first see, then try to understand

The Ghosts that within myself persists

To understand the things, acts, and events

They roam freely the interstates and back roads

Not just the nights when I fight them for sleep

Even when the sun is high, there are people and events

That my heart and mind have embossed upon my Soul

The ghosts of my present, keep my heart and mind at risk

Some like Casper are friendly with smiles of memories

Wishing I could once again reach out and kiss their cheek

To hug them tightly, to let them know how much their missed

There are others like Casper’s three abrasive Uncles

Wearing steel cleats as they walk across my heart

Raking up the memories of all the hurts and pain

Some of which my actions no doubt have caused

No way now to correct those sins I’ve done

Nor the hurts I have caused within my years

These ghosts that haunt my present

Whether they be good or bad

Until my last breath is drawn

Are ghosts with which I must sleep

O Little Man—My Salute To Kim Jung Il Of North Korea

by oldpoet56, posted in Asia, Devil, evil, Korea, Poems, Politics

 

 

O little man today you died

Your dust back to the earth

For all of your life filled with evil

Claiming yourself to be a God

Now your Nation cries

Most overwhelmed with joy

But true, some may be sad

You oppressed, you starved, and you murdered

Soon you shall meet whom you have served

For you spat forth evil all of your life

Do you now feel the heat little man

Can you hear Ole Red Eyes laughing at you

Your basement cell in Hell awaits you

O little man, now that you have died, YOU FRY

Please Dance This Dance With Me

by oldpoet56, posted in love, Poems

 

 

Pretty girl, if I ask you very sweet

Would you please slip into my arms

And dance this dance with me

For you are the most beautiful girl

 

 

That my heart has ever seen

I see you setting with all your friends

Grape juice against your lips

From the crystal glass that you now sip

How I wish that crystal, were my lips

 

 

I’ve seen you turn down all the other men

Could it be me with whom you wish to dance

I see you look my way, I tip my hat

My heart now leaps with joy

You said yes, to my offer of this dance

 

 

With Channel and Halston now intertwined

We now float across this floor

Now we dance in married bliss

As I carry you across the threshold of our door

Now we dance this dance of married love forever more

Poem: For The Love Of My Woman

by oldpoet56, posted in God, Poems

For the love of my woman

I would do most anything

She brought forth the fruit

Of our love, ignoring the pain

Her heart is so tender

Like the touch of her hand

Balancing the teaching of our child,

Tutor, Mommy and friend

O Lord, please grant me to be worthy

Of the love of this your Angel

You have sent me from Your home

Lord, please grant me the wisdom,

Knowledge, strength, good sense and love

To be the man, teacher and Daddy

To the offspring of our love

O Lord, thank you for your grace

Kindness and tender mercy

Of this woman whom I love

Thank you o Lord for sending me

Your Angel adorned in your love

I pray I be found worthy in your eyes Lord,

Of the love of this woman, my sweetheart, my bride