(Poem) Today Is Veterans Day

Today Is Veterans Day

 

Do we learn from our own inner thoughts

What is it that creates the things we believe

Did we have a bad childhood, did the family care

Good examples, bad examples, they are everywhere

Could it be the corrections that we need are inside us

 

Have we ever worked for the greater good of others

Having a Coward for our Leader does demonize our fiber

With a person what is it we decide is worthy of our time

If we cannot understand our own self, how can we grow

Our likes, like faith and hatred, do define who we are

 

Young children pay attention to the examples around them

The child will understand, the babe is wise to our flaws

Self sacrifice, is this something that we have ever considered

Do we have freedom to breathe, to live a life as we please

Much blood has been spilled for our freedom that is never free

(Poem) The Last Of The Family

The Last Of The Family

 

14 Is the most that our Clan could have ever been

8 Stillborns, breaks the heart of woman and man

One Brother for three days his heart let him be

With five for many years our little family did live

 

On my 36th our big brothers heart gave up

Depression and booze a bad combo to sup

Christmas the next year our Dads did give in

For almost seven years these pains did mend

 

A wreck took our Mom at the door to your haven

Our extended family fell apart as she went to Heaven

Sis, just you and I, we survived for almost 18 human years

Fear not the shivers you feel it’s just my Spirit protecting you

 

(The Egotist Poem) I will Respect You, If

I will Respect You, If

 

With no pre-nuptial you agree to say ‘I do’

If you graduated an Ivy League School like me

If your grades were ‘almost’ as good as mine

Your Dowry is gleaming with lots of gold

Your Grandparents writes me into their Will

 

I will respect you as long as you are my Boss

As long as you have some say-so in my career

So long as you can prove more wealth than I

As long as I have need of your connections

So long as I never have to bend a knee to thee

 

Yet, how could you expect me to respect you , if

You don’t agree with every thought I ever think

I will not respect a political floozy or wanna be wealth

Don’t you realize yet that I only respect those whom

While on both knees, kiss my Ring, and then my Arse!

But, never expect me to give you respect, behind your back

(Poem Of Sadness) We Keep Learning Ourselves

We Keep Learning Ourselves

 

Shouldn’t the phrase say, we keep learning new ‘things’ every day

How about if we don’t know how to understand what we’ve seen

Three see one thing and you end up with at least four different scenes

Today at 62 shone another venue on how we’re meant to see, everything

I did not know that I erred so badly in my own concept of, what I know

 

Seeing is to a great extent, understanding how we see all events in everyday life

If I see a few events during my day that are ‘out of the ordinary’, why do I think so

Through Faith, a person learns to see with a much more ‘Spiritual’ eye of peace

So, you noticed that I had noticed you, do we wig-out and run hard the other way

I noticed you because I’m not yet used to purple hair and yellow Air Jordans, yet

 

I thought about the concept of ‘pure and total truth’ so now I see a little purer

To see as a truthful man or woman is a very good thing, all should aspire to it

To see how The Spirit Sees is sobering, in how totally pure and ‘simple’  truth is

What is average, what is it that we learn to accept, yet, why is it that we care

We can not ever purely see any other person or event until we can truly see, us

 

 

 

(Poem) Proverbs Of A Fool

(Poem) Proverbs Of A Fool

 

Fools are given wise advise then they misuse it

A fools wisdom originates within their own heart

The fool is blasphemous and has spiritual blindness

A contentious hypocrite shows their own foolishness

Only a fool perverts the ways of G-d for their own gain

 

A fool in his wrath uncovers his own ignorance quickly

The lying tongue is only wise within their own mouth

The deceit of a fool only leads them to the gate of Hell

The wise speak softly yet fools speak loudly many words

Wickedness in the mouth of a leader shows many a fool

 

He that flaps his lips chokes on their own ego and stupidity

The fool makes himself rich yet in truth all that he has is debt

Meddling, mocking and raging is the pathway only a fool walks

A fool is self-righteous, slandering, ignorant and filled with words

Those that follows such a man, shows themselves to be the fool

 

Real World Poem: Life Through A Windshield

Life through a Windshield

 

In 81’ the story began, first with my brother and then with a friend

Seeing life through a windshield like a gypsy on eighteen wheels

But when you do this for a living it’s life you omit

White line fever they call it in movies and in song

White lines on the concrete is to what you belong

 

 

The back rows of the truck stops and the cab of a truck is your home

From Bean-town to Shaky to Big D then Windy once again you roam

Dispatch can get you a load to anywhere except the state you belong

Driving your shiny KW or Freight Shaker is not just a job now you see

Through the windshield is your life on this unending concrete sea

 

 

Back braces, Aspirin, Doan’s Pills and of course Preparation H

Always part of your luggage because that hot freight just can’t wait

Truck driving is a hobby for the homeless no roots do you need

Life through a windshield is now a life you can’t ever really leave

Theology Poem: Their Is Only One Thing We Own

Their Is Only One Thing We Own

 

We bought us a Hector of land about 3 yrs ago

It even had a three bedroom planted upon its face

We’re even blessed with two old sleds, but they ride

Could we all be more alive if we just owned more toys

Own the Business, but, do we really ever own the fame

 

There are many generations of those whom have owned this land

How many striped backs have worked this very place that I stand

Grass to timber, back to grass, then back to trees, again and again

Did a Red Man before me own it, if so, which people were they of

Did a Cave Man or maybe a Monkey or even a Chimp lay claim to it

 

Do the Trees think they own the Stars as well as the Ground below

The Skies hold the Rain but are the Skies beholding to the night breeze

How is it that I think to my self, yes I do own this, and I also own that

The Air owns the Man, the Man has never been in control of his Air

The Only Thing that We Own is Our Own Name, waiting in Line Up There

Off Color Humor Poem On: The Vanity Of A Man

The Vanity Of A Man

 

The pride I have has never been to the excessive level of vanity

Though my appearance is great and my achievements historic

For one to be vain they would have no real value unlike myself

I am never hollow and worthlessness, who does not know my face

I cannot be excessive in my pride, the whole world bows at my feet

 

Vanity is something worthless, trivial and pointless, unlike me

Egotism, vainglory and pride they are a sham without reality

Arrogance, self-love, conceitedness, who could say that of me

The Wall I build between us is because you are unworthy of me

How could your off-color eyes and mind understand my greatness

 

I have heard some dare to say that they have warned you about me

A Billionaire cannot be sleazy unlike the poor who always sit and bitch

Turn your eyes away from those who walk their life in vain endeavors

A man should never live their life in vanity manifested in their wickedness

I am a most stable genius, a King, certainly vanity does not ever taint me

Philosophy Poem: Age

AGE

 

It is said that age is counted by years and the wear on the body

With age comes physical infirmities as the body breaks down

Our legs and our behinds become unwilling to accept adventure

Declining strength and deterioration become everyday realities

Yet it is our Minds and our Soul that determines quality of life

 

Within the gray hair of mankind lies the wisdom of the world

Maturity and Spiritual beauty are the waters that wash the Soul

The fruitfulness that age produces is fair judgement and patience

Strong Faith is the Pillar on which all strong Souls do flourish

When gray hairs lie upon us it is our Wisdom by which we’re known

 

Respect and honor those of gray hair for to disrespect is insolence

If we choose to not honor our Elders we are a fool dancing in the fire

Gray hair follows wisdom and the love and fear of the Great Creator

When our physical body has retired the eyes of the Soul still sees

If we walk after the Heart and Spirit of Jesus Christ we will never die

Poem To My Sister: So, Your 64 Today

So, Your 64 Today

 

I remember the days of our youth, do you

Do you remember all the different homes

Three States, and in several yards we played

Being poor white trash and Mom’s heartaches

Little eyes see and they can understand so much

 

One Tyrant in a child’s life can ruin their psyche

Good Cop, Bad Cop played out at home every night

The Farm in the dirt road hills and the starting of school

Black Hills Gold and the Faces carved into a mountain

Faith and Deadwood, a dead man’s cards fell once again

 

Our growing up years in a place so cold and foreign to us

No matter the forces we always hooked arms side by side

You have always been there for me, I love you dearly for it

We have both seen and overcome life’s trials we were given

My Sister of the Cloth in the End OF Days we shall both see

64 Today my Sister: and of you, I could not be any prouder