(Very Dark Humor Poem) Train Whistle, My Woman Now I Are Gone

Train Whistle, My Woman Now I Are Gone

 

Every night at midnight that freight train goes rolling by

That Engineer gives that whistle a long and soulful cry

I think of my future every night when I hear it’s song

Wonder if the Engineer knows at its cry they flip the light

At that whistle many a men have gone to Hell or Heaven High

 

My woman and I we used to party every night all night long

Wasn’t nothing wrong with raising a little hell of so we thought

Till that woman got wondering eyes acting as if she was me

You know that no woman has those rights, you I know I’m right

We all know a woman is only good for cooking, sex and babies

 

That woman quit getting on her knees and was a treating me wrong

The Bitch started barking so I had no choice but to put her in a grave

After five rounds she quit bitching but I emptied whole the clip anyway

The Warden tells me at the whistle he’s going smile when he flip’s my light

Says the midnight whistle will be the last thing that I’m a ever hear

Says he’s gonna flip the switch and fry my ass like an old flapjack

(Poem) Rain Drops Again, Evil Or Friend (#2)

Rain Drops Again, Evil Or Friend

 

Here in eastern Kentucky it has been quite wet

TV says in the north-east the water is running high

So hot and dry in Florida matchsticks run and hide

Jet-stream to low there yet here its way to high

 

Farmers look for spring moisture to bring the Earth alive

To much spring rain or a late freeze all their seeds will die

We all gotta have some water but not ever this damn high

Earth’s having it’s 10,000 year itch for us its quite a bitch

 

As the Earth’s Polar ends move turns out we must do so too

The Sahara is now the land of wheat, corn, soybeans and carrots

Now days in Nebraska and Kansas the sand dunes go for on for miles

Waking up to rain drops again was it a dream or beginning of the end

 

(Poem) Under This Withering Quill

Under This Withering Quill

 

Tonight the clouds give my heart no light

The stars have gone from my mortal sight

Is not the rain that rolls down my cheeks

I see no lightning yet I hear the thunders roar

My Soul is heavy yet my heart refuses sleep

 

I was once upon a time a happy young Lass

Laying with my love in flower filled grass

We dreamed forever the days yet to come

The world seemed bright colors full of bliss

Nothing more sweet than my lady’s kiss

 

In a moments time life can turn to Hell

Your Lady and Child your life happy, fulfilled

No mortal child of man could ask for more

A strangers anger and the bark of his gun

I lay down now with my lady and lifeless Son

My heart and Soul under this Withering Quill

 

(Philosophy Poem) Following Foolish Leaders With Lying Tongues

Following Foolish Leaders With Lying Tongues

 

Perverse thoughts separates all people from their God

God’s words expose both the words and ways of the foolish

Wisdom will not enter into a Soul that is by their words deceitful

The Spirit of the Lord will not abide with one with an evil mouth

He will leave the foolish thoughts with evil body and Soul behind

 

God is witness of the innermost feelings and thoughts of the Soul

The Spirit tests their hearts and hears the words of their minds

Those who utter unrighteous things will not escape punishment

Keep your tongue and your heart far from the thoughts of evil

For a Leader who lies with their mouth has a Demon for a Soul

 

The ungodly by their words and ways do summon their own death

They have pinned a Will with Hades to bring many with them to the Pit

The Foolish think that at death their Spirit dissolves into the empty air

Only the Foolish take their fill of riches and steal from the poor and Widows

Even the sight of a Righteous Person is a burden to the Soul of the Evil

They who follow Lying Tongues do walk themselves into the Belly of Hell

 

(I got the idea for this poem from the Apocrypha Book of The Wisdom Of Solomon in the first two chapters)

This is also a salute to Donald Trump.

 

 

(Poem About Life) Dedicated To God

Dedicated To God

 

When we are in the womb our Soul is given

A special few also receive God’s Spirit

As a Babe we are closer to the source of Light

Innocent of sin because we know not what it is

Hopefully in love we get to grow like a flower

 

The World is dark and holes for our life and feet abound

The Lamb of God bought us with the shedding of His blood

Wolves and Vipers hide in darkness to steal our life and Soul

Bathe in the Light of God and darkness will slither away

Darkness may steal our Life but let it never touch your Soul

 

A life is like unto a house built on Sand it will fall into the Pit

We were born with legs to stand and not like a snake to crawl

If we seek it there is Power in the Blood of The Lamb Of God

Put on the Armor of God, live your life like a Child of the Light

Dedicate your life to God, stand up for He who gave His life for us

 

Dedicated to a fellow WordPress Blogger, ‘Child of God’ 

I was asked to write a poem “Dedicated to God”

I hope that this poem does not disappoint.

(Philosophy Poem) The Journey Makes Us

The Journey Makes Us

 

Life is a journey that we all have already begun

What we do is the tale of our own personal days

Our Souls came from above and will leave again

You and I we create the journey as well as the end

We know from where we came but where will we go

 

When we first can remember we were but a small child

From pre-school to early school are some memories still

Bullied or Bully, Middle-School was for most a bad pill

High-School a time we fight to learn our own selves

College throws down so many mind blocks we had built

 

Jobs while single or married took so many hours to fill

On our jobs or marriages are we cheated on or cheat

Sunday Christians, which way goes the ladder we create

We begin the same and in the end a hole we will all fill

The Journey makes us, it decides where we go in The End

(Alpha Wolf/Poem) Within My Gaze

Within My Gaze

(FIRST PUBLISHED 11-8-16)

What is it that your feeble mind thinks I am

I can see my picture as I walk your yard

Upon your T-Shirts, paintings and plates

Displayed proudly upon your walls

 

You think me to be cuddly

Domesticated easily like a lap dog hound

Yet it is only to the giant bear

Have I have ever backed down

 

You come to my home

To sleep, laugh, and play

When was the last time that you ever

Seen me strolling into your home

 

More ignorant than the lamb I had this morning

My belly is grumbling as the dark is setting in

Now do you think I am so cute and cuddly

As I back you down

Your eyes glued, within my gaze

(Poem) Hating Haters

Hating Haters

 

I hate the haters, don’t you too

I hate them for what they do

I hate them for what they don’t

I hate them because they look like me

I hate them because they don’t

 

Haters twist their faith and moral judgments

They make a distinction when none is due

In the Name of God through ignorance toil

In God’s Name some choose to burn a Cross

Not seeing that their Soul they set aflame

 

Hate is the evil nature of an earthly man

For in God they do not see nor do they please

Hate is for the wicked like Trump and his clan

If you live by faith then have no part of them

For hate is wicked and will only get one condemned

(Poem) Borrowed Time

Borrowed Time

 

From the second the heart beats

The first one in the Mothers womb

For everyone there will come a time

No one ever escapes their own destiny

One day the heart and life will flat-line

 

From our first breath we can not hide

Ever creature that is born will one day die

Many will be blessed with a long happy life

Some still in the womb will be snipped of time

We know not the second the heart will not beat

 

Live your life to the pleasure of the Lord inside

Enjoy the sky the grass the bounties of your life

Live to the fullest with faith from the Soul inside

Show your love to all before the closing of your eyes

Tomorrow may not be for we all exist, on Borrowed Time

(Personal Love Poem) Fifty For My Lady

Fifty For My Lady

 

My Lady is no doubt fabulous even though she is close to seeing fifty

No doubt with the age of time, most certainly the sweeter the taste of the wine

A morning hug still under the covers and a good evening smooch each night

Paid twice a month sure helps to have a girl with a brain and a heart to match

House payments, utilities, groceries paid,  keeps new potty paper on the rack

We’re not rich or famous yet a $50 twice a month for her massage I will find the dime

You can be poor, most all the people are, a small gift to the love to my Bride

Is She your Nancy, are you anyone’s Ronnie as you drift off to sleep tonight?