(Humor Poem) Give Me Gold

GIVE ME GOLD

 

If Gold is our God, we shall never be in want

Gold always lets us lay down in pure pleasures

Gold floats us upon Lillie Pads in Crystal Waters

Gold always lets us shop in all the most Chic of places

Gold restores the fortunes of the weak, for its own name sake

 

Even though we are welcome in the finest of Casinos and Royal Houses

We have nothing to fear with our linens threads of pure Gold to lay upon

Our Stocks, our Bonds, our Secure Boxes filled with Gold, it comfort us

Nothing like Gold to make our enemies to bow at our table if they want to eat

Gold Chalices anoint our hands, because of gold, we live a life that over flows

 

Purely Nature itself gives Her blessings to us, as long as we are well supplied in Gold

All the days of our lives we deserve to live in pure luxury, we have the power of Gold

If we wish we can live in mansions made of pure Gold, after all, aren’t we Demigods

Gold is our strength, why would anyone pity week-minded, the poor, the old, leaches

Gold is Eternal, if there is a God, we will put him in his place with a bribe a bit later

 

 

(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

 

 

 

 

(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

 

 

(Love Poem) Kissing An Angel

KISSING AN ANGEL

 

When I wake up in the mornings what is it that I see

In my old age I am blessed, sweet lady laying next to me

Spirits like Angels wear designer duds so we can’t see

You know, so they don’t scare the life out the likes of me

Knowing my Lady is flesh and blood, yet she still loves me

Not ordered by God like a Spirit or Angel would probably be

 

Being good-by choice when she doesn’t have to be

Sweet tender lips with a kind heart and gentile touch

When she sheds a tear, it always rips at my heart-strings

When I hurt her feelings I do feel like the jerk I know I am

My true feelings, do I express them daily to her loving heart

Do I realize how much helping with the dishes means to her

 

Having my loving Lady waiting makes the work day worth while

If one is truly loving why can’t one get off your ego and make it two

Don’t be ignorant when God gives you love on a platters golden ring

Don’t act like a fool when you’ve been blessed to put a Ring on Her finger

It’s wonderful to have a sweet Angel to kiss every morning and evening

(Philosophy Poem) What Does Jesus Mean To You

WHAT DOES JESUS MEAN TO YOU

 

We all have an answer to this question

Even if the answer given is, Jesus who

My answers are between me and He

As it is most certainly between He and you

 

Did He exist or was He nothing more than Jewish lore

Was He just a Prophet; misunderstood, just a man, a Myth

If one believes in a different Religion, is He relevant to them

After all, it is the Middle East, full of Delinquents and Myths

 

Who could believe God to Man then back to God again

Aren’t all Jewish Legends Wine soaked or pickled with Gin

Jesus, just a name like Yahweh, created to cower unruly Masses

Within you, does the name of Jesus bring you hope, or rage

 

Just one God, just one Christ, just one baptism, one Holy Spirit, one Faith

We Baptize ourselves in the murky waters to wash the sins out of our Soul

When it comes time for our leaving, will it matter at this point anyway

What does Jesus mean to you, I pray that we do not die being miss guided

 

(Religious Poem) We Are All Slaves Or Servants

WE ARE ALL SLAVES OR SERVANTS 

 

Slavery we all know is a state of unwanted human bondage

We think we are free because we do not see the bonds or chains

Unlike Libya we do not hear our name called at the auction stocks

Yet, we were all purchased from the womb, a true blood sacrifice

There is a debt that we can never repay already paid for our Soul

 

A gift of all gifts was freely given to break the bonds of Demons

Such a great price paid voluntarily, we were purchased with love

The chains in this life that we put on, we do this unto ourselves

We are all now children of God, yet many still refuse the Grace

The path is wide with many shadows and lies that bring only death

 

The Soul is a gift from God to all and when we lay down it returns

We are all servants to something to someone, one is good, one not

Servants to the Light or slaves to the dark we who choose the side

Faithful servants need no chains nor whips to produce good wheat

Yet the lazy, the ignorant, and the greedy all will fall into Hell’s Pit

(Humor Poem) Being “Almost 59”

BEING ALMOST 59

 

59 Sips of Champagne, not in my life time

Crystal never held, a wine Goblet in my hand

59 Sips of Tequila, fun in dreamland sublime

First time you ever kissed a woman this age

59 Ladies whose lips you have been blessed to kiss

Walking blind, kindness still shines, Hell or Bliss

59 Sun ups, really, would we even be missed, ever

Each day our Brain scrambles, searching for why

 

59 seconds, A date with warp speed, that slaps our face

59 Days or years to love, left to hug loved ones once again

Are we ever thankful for the breath that we now breathe

59 I love you’s from the hearts of our children, priceless

59 Ticks of the clock, but is it Man’s or God’s timepiece

 

Is our Heart, Mind and Soul, in Communion with the Lord’s goals

59 points, your stock is down, does the dollar control your ticker

59, Live or die, are our lives just pieces of some Cosmic unseen Pie

59 Calm your heart, it’s just a silly number, unless we wake up dead

 

 

 

(Humanity Poem) Culture, Up Bringing, Police, And The Heart

Culture, Up Bringing, Police, And The Heart

 

Culture is just what it is you say, so no blame here or there, just chance

Dictating life, street life, who to rob, who to cap, gun smoke, not so sweet

Education, Religion, is it really only for the weak who work to get ahead

Staying alive day-to-day, avoiding 5-0 like a plague, give yourself a chance

True, the world can be a cold-cold Witch, Dead behind the Mask we wear

Cuddled in at your own Crib tonight, are you and your family in safety’s bliss

Hate, anger, fear, blood in our streets, God please save us from our selves