Tag: man

(Poem) Barrels And Bullets

by oldpoet56, posted in Philosophy, Poems

 

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s mankind is blinded

 

 

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have died

For the love that was not given their brothers were driven away

To our brothers and sisters of  the sand hate kills the Soul of a man

By your love not given you drove them into the arms of the deceiver

 

 

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel of black gold hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows

 

 

A Hollow Vessel

by oldpoet56, posted in Devil, evil, Faith, God, Poems, Truthful articles for your thoughts, worship

(A Kab), a hollow vessel, be ye not

For God’s gathering place is Holy

Know ye not that your body is a Holy vessel

It is a Promised Land, a Home to the Spirit of God

Be ye not vacant, nor your Spirit in drought

For a vacant house is open to the Master of death

Clean thy thoughts O man, for the Lord knows them

Thy heart knows thy words before they touch your lips

Please, seek ye purity of heart and of your Soul

There is nothing that we know that was not given before unto us

Kiss the ground and bow thy head O man, walk with eyes wide open

Evil is trying to snare your life and Soul with your every step

Friends we must keep the stoop to our Souls as clean as we can

At the door to our Soul, the Lord Jesus stands knocking

All of our bodies are a Home for a Spirit, either of God or Satan to dwell

If your Soul lacks God, your hollow vessel, all the way to Hell Satan will indwell!

Barrels And Bullets

by oldpoet56, posted in Personal Thoughts/Beliefs, Poems, Truthful articles for your thoughts

 

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s were blinded

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have the bells tolled

For the love that was not given their brothers away were driven

To our brothers and sisters of  the sand

By your love not given you drove them to the arms of the deceiver

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows!

 

 

Holy Man By Choice And By Grace

by oldpoet56, posted in Faith, God, love, Maturity, Personal Experiences, Personal Thoughts/Beliefs, Poems, Truthful articles for your thoughts, worship

Holy Man (Or Woman)

Like it or not we are what we are

We can choose our path, to the light or the dark

If we choose to walk in darkness, that is our choice

The light still shines even then, if we choose to see

We choose to walk in and stay in the light or darkness

Not by accident, because it is a choice that’s made

I am what I am because, we are what we are

I love the Son of God, more than the toys of man

We all sin daily, to pretend otherwise is ego and sin

For like you, I am just a man, we return to the dust

If I forgive, and hold not against you

Will you in like kindness, give, as I give unto you

Being a Man of God is an honor given

Not from our own righteousness, but grace

For such kindness is given, only from above

For is it not difficult to have the heart of a hawk

And the spirit of a dove who prefers peace and love

Being a Man of God, is something I long prayed for

To have a soul full of God’s love, His Spirit within

Always willing to speak what you now know is the truth

The world will rage at the words that you speak

Being kind, decent, and loving is no life for the meek!

Holy Man By Choice And By Grace

by oldpoet56, posted in Poems

Holy Man (Or Woman)

Like it or not we are what we are

We can choose our path, to the light or the dark

If we choose to walk in darkness, that is our choice

The light still shines even then, if we choose to see

We choose to walk in and stay in the light or darkness

Not by accident, because it is a choice that’s made

I am what I am because

I love the Son of God, more than the toys of man

We all sin daily

For like you, I am just a man

If I forgive, and hold not against you

Will you in like kindness, give, as I give to you

Being a Man of God is an honor given

Not from our own righteousness, but grace

For such kindness is given, only from above

It is difficult to have the heart of a hawk

And the spirit of a dove

Being a Man of God, is something I long prayed for

To have a soul full of God’s love

Always willing to speak what you now know is the truth

The world will rage at the words that you speak

Being kind, decent, and loving is no life for the meek!

Barrels And Bullets

by oldpoet56, posted in Personal Thoughts/Beliefs, Poems, Truthful articles for your thoughts

 

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s were blinded

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have the bells tolled

For the love that was not given their brothers away were driven

To our brothers and sisters of  the sand

By your love not given you drove them to the arms of the deceiver

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows!

 

 

Holy Man (Or Woman)

by oldpoet56, posted in Personal Thoughts/Beliefs

 

Like it or not we are what we are

We can choose our path, to the light or the dark

If we choose to walk in darkness, that is our choice

The light still shines even then, if only we could see

We choose to walk in and stay in the light from inside

Not by accident, because it is a choice that’s made

I am what I am because I choose, and God’s grace

I love the Son of God, more than the toys of man

We all sin daily for we are but filthy rags

For like you, I am just a man

If I forgive, and hold not against you

Will you in like kindness, give, as I give to you

Being a Man of God is an honor given

Not from our own righteousness, but grace

For such kindness is given, only from above

It is difficult to have the heart of a hawk

And the spirit of a dove

Being a Man of God, is something I long prayed for

A soul full of God’s love and body filled with His Spirit

Always willing to speak what you now know is the truth

The world will rage at the words that you speak

Being kind, decent, and loving is no life for the meek.

Girl You Make Me Think About My Life

by oldpoet56, posted in Poems

 

Let me think for a moment

This snapshot in time that is today

Even the gray hairs have fallen away

Now the bald lid from where they stood

 

Son, once I could run the home to school route

Like you I could run, but never any guidance too

Now these bones they creek and they do ache a bit

Can we still just take a walk, without feeling pain

 

Once much slimmer my abs learned to take a punch

Now abs protruding big enough to set a bedside brunch

Don’t use it you lose it can you lose what was never found

Work yourself to death, work until all you have is broken down

 

My teeth that were once somewhat straight and a bit pearly

Now they are VA made and sit beside my bed, not the turret

A mans nose was never a part that wasn’t meant to be broken

If I ever thought I was something, a mirror has its way of being blunt

 

My eyes were once a pure light green before age dimmed their clarity

The VA now supplies my store-bought eyes I thank the Lord for the kindness

If at the age of 18 if you could see you at 60, what would the young you say

With all the hurts I have lived through I would do it again, to get to marry you.

 

Dammit Bill (Cosby): A Sickening Probability America/Wired World

by oldpoet56, posted in Personal Thoughts/Beliefs

 

This sickening situation that has been unfolding more and more in the news lately about Bill Cosby has many sickening issues involved within it. I have refrained from putting pen to paper on this particular issue until more confirmed news became public. Just a few moments ago I completed watching and reading an NBC article dated today, July 22, 15. I was already more than a little nauseated by previous reports in the news this past year or so, this report along with some of the others just seems to confirm the worse.

 

Here is the disgusting thought that I am posting this post today about: For decades now tens of millions of people of all races have invited him into our homes, to our families living rooms: A serial rapist, a total predator in every sense of the word. About the only thing this man hasn’t done is kill and eat his victims. I HAVE ANOTHER QUESTION AND THAT IS WHY IS THIS man WALKING AROUND AS A FREE MAN? WHY IS HE NOT IN JAIL?—-I never yell like that, sorry. But dammit Bill!

Poem: Young Soldier

by oldpoet56, posted in Poems, Short Stories

Young Soldier

When we were young did we not all play

Pretending to be generals and sergeants

In our backyards or barns filled with hay.

 

President Mom calling for a breakfast truce

To fill our bellies with hot biscuits and ham

No foul, no harm, as long as no spills I guess

When young, is not time and the world

Our personal sandbox of new thrills.

17 am I now not a man

Jungles and deserts I now low crawl

With M-16 in hand

I hold my breath and tweak my sight

One finger I squeeze

One less breath, one less man.

 

As the earth inhales the blood

To me one more notch

One more trophy

As his last breath leaves with the wind.

 

Is there blood on your conscience

For the blood on your hands

Not knowing your temple

Is the target

17 your life is over

Before it began.