(Poem) Big Hill Kentucky

BIG HILL KENTUCKY

 

Big Hill Kentucky

Berea by Her side

Mountains of the divide

History of Liberal Freedoms

For Education, many have died

 

Beautiful Hills to the South and East

Grasses run north, the River divides

Society of the Past and Now collide

Liberal Arts with beautiful countryside

Nice peaceful place to live one’s life

 

Pilot Knob has seen its share of blood

Blue and Gray turned the grass dark Red

Lessons learned, to sleep easy, live in Peace

Bedrock communities we live in G-d’s Grace

Big Hill Kentucky, beauty for the Eyes, Soul and Brain

(Philosophy type Poem) Life Is But A Chance

Life Is But A Chance

 

Is not our lives but a chance upon a breeze

Where were we born, what do our Daddy do

Slop Shovel always stuck to your callous

What can a Poor man offer Daughter or Son

Crooks ride by with their smirks in the air

 

Life is unkind or to kind depending on one’s view

Golden spoon not worth the weight of the Boot

Family got the money, they’re just morally broke

Boarding House upbringing is a hell of a home

Grace not given is grace that is so seldom returned

 

Some noticed luck when she slapped him

Sometimes we tend to duck a bit to quick

Born into or out of what, on our first day

Bank Accounts, Skin Color, Ignorance or Hate

Life is a Chance at a Dance, don’t miss your date

 

 

(Philosophy Type Poem) Be Quiet

Be Quiet

 

Be quiet child, hush your mouth

No gain to flush your thoughts out

You speak, your quickly cast out

The Young voice should never be heard

How we learn to hide in our fantasy worlds

 

We’re taught to speak then told not too

What if we sang about real world abuse

Can the World handle that which is truth

The Quiet and the Kind so often abused

Eyes of Black with bones beaten dark Blue

 

You Marry to a Partner who thinks you a Twit

Your opinions valued the same as when a kid

Odd how 100 Lb woman be an overpowering Witch

The Quiet and the Kind if in Faith is true strength

Running of the Mouth is like an open Sewage Ditch

(Philosophy Poem) Are We Nothing But Inbred Spies

Are We Nothing But Inbred Spies

 

When we’re born into life do we know anything

We Pee, belch and fart all around our new domain

On the cool days we even mud bomb Mom or Dad

Just before this school world starts all we do is test

Average kids all came with me, the smartasses over there

 

These old ladies teach us all of their uninteresting B.S.

Recess used to be a little freedom, then they took it away

Teachers in our Restrooms and Cops monitoring the Halls

Only speak when peeing, it messes up their mic’s in the wall

Mouth shut, march in line, preparing us for hurry up and wait

 

Now we are all but Robots, programmed to be just like them

If we complain or call in sick, tomorrow our income goes away

We can only be sick on our own time if there is such a thing today

Always keep your head down, your mouth shut, submissive or die

Educated in Satan’s Realm you either accept the Chip, you Spy, or die

I Want To Write My Mom

I Want To Write My Mom

 

She was a very good lady to have had in my life

Most of my young lessons taught I learned from her

She was the one good constant from the beginning

of my life till she died

What do you say to an excellent person who raised you

the very best that she could

This Lady has been gone now for more that 20 years

I wish that I could call Her, Hug Her, like it was yestar-year

I knew what a light I had before I ever lost Her

I sure do wish that I could write and thank my Mom

(Philosophy Poem) What If

What If

 

What if we are but one speck of Dust…

In a line of specks of Dust…

What then

In Our Universe

With Webbed Lines of even more Universes

Through More Black Holes

At what point do we back off our ego’s and B.S.

Why is it that we know so little about what is

I am embarrassed to know as little as I do

Barely got down one Language, no luck on two

There are many whom are wise

Yet few less that I

I pray that after all is said and done

At Our Judgement The Lord Will Smile Our Way

(Poem) Do We Even Have A Story To Tell

Do We Even Have A Story To Tell

 

When we do pass, what will be said of us

Will there even be a story of us to tell

Is there good in us that’s worth being told

Speaking for ourselves could we find a nugget

Will anyone even remember we even existed

 

With Age, there is always Sections we refer to

Preschool, Elementary, Jr. High, HS, up to now

Do we really even know what it is we have been

The Mirror shows our age and the Ass we’ve become

Does Our Ego really think our Life is worth a Pen

 

Different people have known us throughout Our Time

How many did we hurt, how many did crack a Smile

What kind of Story would each Legit say of you and me

How many people have we left behind that give a Damn

Did we even leave a Story worthy of being written down

 

(Poem) Miracle

Miracle

 

Lord, please show me a Miracle

Please give to me Signs and Wonders

Show me Your Works before my eyes

Can You bend Natures Natural Laws

Is not the Nature of Man and Beast set

 

I have never seen You do anything Lord

Sickness and Disease why don’t You change

Our Future, is it set before we walk into it

Why do all Futures end in a last Breath

What in this World awaits us but our Death

 

Lord why did You create this World that I now see

A Beast and the Sky produce both Good and Wrath

How is it that Pain can produce Obedience and Faith

True Understanding Lord, how may I fill up my Glass

With Knowledge I Learn, a Miracle is my every Breath

(Love Poem) Good Morning My Sweet Lady

Good Morning My Sweet Lady

 

Good morning my sweet Lady

It’s so nice to see your smile

Another day, another year gone

Don’t let its shadows haunt

The beauty of time is it heals

 

Our time together is priceless

The gifts of our children’s smiles

Love is more than your bosom

Peace I have found in your heart

Your eyes, they melt my very Soul

 

Can Heaven be sweeter than your touch

The Stars get their glow from your Soul

Peace is the passion I find in your love

You are the Sun my heart revolves around

Good morning my sweet Lady, my Wife

(Poem) What Is In The Dark Of Night

What Is In The Dark Of Night 

 

Do we see darkness wherever we look

Is there no light left for to bless our eyes

Are there no clear nights the Stars to shine

Soon or Globe will no more pass by another

What shall our eye see beneath the cold clay

 

The early morning the city and farmer do sleep

Against sleep, we do open our eyes to see the day

High Noon draws, it’s time to eat the mornings catch

Over The Hill but gracefully, yet none of us have fallen

We notice our light is fading, thank G-d we had one at all

 

Can we see perfectly with our eyes while we’re still dreaming

Sometimes ones sight is clearer when we are in Rem deep sleep

When we see lights flashing in the dark in quilts do we bury our self

Laying down at night are we concerned the morning we shall not see

In the calmness of this night’s darkness will the Boogeyman come for thee