(Poem) Love And Kindness

 

 

What is within the heart of a man

Is it love and kindness, or hate hiding within

What is it that upon your heart is brand

Little grain of sand, are you animal or man

What is it you think that allows you stand

Is it love and kindness, is God’s Spirit within

 

Love and kindness, is it your true light

Or is it brimstone hiding behind a veil

What is hiding within your heart o man

Who does rule your soul from within

O love and kindness, are you my friend

Lightning Facts: (Besides The Fact That It Hurts)

Lightning Facts

 

Lightning is pretty in the sky at night

It flutters and flashes from the heavens on high

A power from God only an atheist could deny

The beauty is awesome, the power, a fright

 

Like the fingers of God stretched across our domain

The thunder adjoins like the clapping of God’s hands

When the lightning strikes close

It will scare the hell out of a mortal man

 

Do not seek shelter from the beauty

Underneath of a tree

If you feel the hairs of your back stand high

Fall on your face and pray that you will not soon be fried

 

Please take it from me, your brother and friend

If one of God’s fingers touches you

And you are blessed to survive the fright

You’ll never again stand in the open, enjoying the sight.

 

Lightning Facts: (Besides The Fact That It Hurts)

Lightning Facts

 

Lightning is pretty in the sky at night

It flutters and flashes from the heavens on high

A power from God only an atheist could deny

The beauty is awesome, the power, a fright

 

Like the fingers of God stretched across our domain

The thunder adjoins like the clapping of God’s hands

When the lightning strikes close

It will scare the hell out of a mortal man

 

Do not seek shelter from the beauty

Underneath of a tree

If you feel the hairs of your back stand high

Fall on your face and pray that you will not soon be fried

 

Please take it from me, your brother and friend

If one of God’s fingers touches you

And you are blessed to survive the fright

You’ll never again stand in the open, enjoying the sight.

 

Poem: 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 got to live

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 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 are would up and bound up in some big city

Take the Hound get out into the open country air

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 my farm than breathing smog in a high-rise.

Poem: Love And Kindness

Love and Kindness

 

What is within the heart of man

Is it love and kindness

That upon your heart is brand

Little grain of sand, are you animal or man

What is it you think that makes you stand

Is it love and kindness, are you a friend

Love and kindness is your light true

Or is it brimstone shining behind a veil

What is within your heart o man

Who does rule your soul within

O love and kindness

Are you really my friend?

Lightning Facts: (It Hurts)

Lightning Facts

 

Lightning is pretty in the sky at night

It flutters and flashes from the heavens on high

A power from God only an atheist could deny

The beauty is awesome, the power, a fright

 

Like the fingers of God stretched across our domain

The thunder adjoins like the clapping of God’s hands

When the lightning strikes close

It will scare the hell out of a mortal man

 

Do not seek shelter from the beauty

Underneath of a tree

If you feel the hairs of your back stand high

Fall on your face and pray that you will not soon be fried

 

Please take it from me, your brother and friend

If one of God’s fingers touches you

And you are blessed to survive the fright

You’ll never again stand in the open, enjoying the sight.

 

Poem: Love And Kindness

Love And Kindness

 

What is within the heart of man

Is it love and kindness

That upon your heart is brand

Little grain of sand, are you animal or man

What is it you think that makes you stand

Is it love and kindness, are you a friend

Love and kindness is your light true

Or is it brimstone shining behind a veil

What is within your heart o man

Who does rule your soul within

O love and kindness

Are you my friend

“66”

“66”, how odd these days

How they just flitter away

Yet still so easy to look back

Upon all of our yesterdays

Not so long ago we were healthy and young

Frolicking around in our adulthood

like a flower welcoming the morning sun

I can count my good friends on one hand

With you, I don’t even need a thumb.

Through the years our friendship has taken many a turn

We have always been the very best of friends

At times we have been each others only lovers

Under the covers or up on the top

Always easy to see the climax in your smile.

“66”, don’t fret this accomplishment so little girl

Your the first of our Baby Boom generation

So, don’t worry so about the numbers my friend

Remember that every flip of the calendar is a gift from The Father.

Yet we all know that sometimes just the smallest of efforts

Can make all our joints sing throughout the night

When we hurt we don’t know if its plastic or bone

We could just bend down and tap it, that is

If only our arthritic backs would allow it.

So 66, all we can do is smile and except it

Now, just sit back and think about it

We are blessed to have reached our ancient years

Blessed enough to still have breathing friends

Remember what Cher once said about this accomplishment

Saying “sure beats the hell out of the alternative doesn’t it?”

So, if you can find a cake big enough for it, enjoy the glow of the candles.

Enjoy it girl if your mind can still think, for you will never be this young again!

Dirty Little Secrets

Just because we were young

Girl, I kept your secrets

Because both of our kids were young

I pray their minds will be free of your deceptions.

Secrets, O how much they can harm

Couples dirty little secrets

How many deaths have you caused?

Dirty little secrets, O how you mar the soul and heart.

Secrets, prognosticate the lies that now come

Why always the need to bury a truth?

Secrets, used to skirt life’s real issues

In the mirror, what is that looking back at you?

Do you even know what you are, dirty little secrets.

The human experience, we all keep some secrets

Sometimes to protect the heart of a friend

We all know it’s okay to lie, to deceive

I’ll just pretend I don’t know, your dirty little secrets.

I wish that perfect I could be

A disgrace is all I see

When I see the secrets inside of me

Lord I come to you on bent  knees

Please cleanse me of all, my dirty little secrets.

Father In Law And Friend, You will Be Missed

This Poem is my attempt to salute the man who is most responsible for the raising of my two blood children, who are in their mid thirties now. Steve was a man who I had great respect for and whom I thought of as the dad I always wish I had had, or at the very least as the dad I wish my real dad would have been anything like. I got a call from my daughter Thanksgiving morning of 2011 to inform me that Steve had died from a heart valve problem. I wrote this poem the next morning as a salute to him.

 

 

Steve, o how I miss you, a main rock within my life

But one day now you have been gone

I have always felt your soul as if a part of my soul

For thirty-eight years our lives were intertwined

Always loved like a father, that, will never die.

This morning my sweet daughters call

For this season, Thanksgiving holiday has died

This past twenty-four on my knees I’ve shed many tears

Also thanking the Lord for the great man that you were

Raising your four children, then by your kindness, mine

So thankful my children whom you loved, holding your hand

As you, this wonderful man, for the last time closed your eyes

My friend, how many of those I know that loved you like a dad

Our hearts and souls ache for the loss of you

Yet we all thank the Lord for the time allowed to share with you

In all our eyes, truly one Heaven sent man, sleep well my friend.