(Philosophy Poem) Finding God

Finding God

 

Who truly is ever able to find the Lord

Or is it the Lord who finds the faithful

Those who trust in the Lord will find Him

Evil thoughts separate evil from the good

For the Spirit of God will not enter the deceitful

 

They who truly love God will flee from deceit

Foolish thoughts will lead to an unrighteous end

The Spirit of God knows the fool and the fraud

The Lord is witness to the inner thoughts of the heart

For a lying mouth truly destroys ones very own Soul

 

Do not bring your death by the evil of your own hands

For the Lord created all things to live in happiness

God’s righteousness is immortal and Hades but dust

The body is ashes and no one returns from beneath

For In time our name and our monuments will be forgotten

 

Life is but a shadow and the ticking of the universal clock

Come and enjoy the gifts laid before us without murmuring

Death entered our world through the envy of the Devil against us

Yet the Souls of the righteous are in the Hands of the living God

At death their Soul is a peace and no torment will touch them

(Love Poem) Perfect Tonight

Perfect Tonight

 

The Stars are shining upon us tonight

The Moonlight giving us it’s dim delight

In the backyard we rest enjoying the night

Cold beverage to our side as we hold hands

Life is perfect with you resting by my side

 

The days worries and stress have faded away

Suppers been cooked dishes dried and put away

Our children in the pool all laughing and playing

Kittens all rowdy chasing the puppies far away

Deer in the backyard enjoying the dim Moonlight

 

You motion for me to move closer offering a kiss

Like a good husband I obey my lady’s sultry wish

In the Moonlight you lean your head upon my chest

Feeling the beating of your heart is to me total bliss

Life is perfect tonight as you melt my heart with a kiss

(Attempt at Humor Poem) Cat Love

Cat Love

 

Our home is blessed with four furry Critters we love

Four different attitudes are good for the Soul and home

All four love to eat yet only three like the taste of treats

The youngest little girl plays hockey with her food first

All four like to give love but only if its on their terms

 

The oldest Tom, Mr. Moki love foods whether he’s asleep or awake

He’s never met a hand that wasn’t meant to pet or to feed or both

Then there’s Big Boy Boo like a Pit Boss, He’s the strong silent type

There is also Miss Harryetta a fur ball as sweet as she can be

Then there’s Miss Molly always big eyed and full play all night

 

Four different Kitties, four totally different looks and attitudes

Purr machines with their furry bellies bring a smile to your life

Two girls and two boys but the Moki I still don’t think he’s sure

If not eating or sleeping one will keep you awake day or night

If you don’t love Kitties then your an enigma in this game of life

(Humor Poem) June 14th Habitual Liars Day

June 14th Habitual Liars Day

Donald Trumps Birthday 

We like to celebrate but for what we seldom care

Celebrations are for memories of good times past

Birthdays of our families or for those of which we care

Holidays are days we hope we can stay away from work

Party till we drop then wake up and do it all over again

 

Do we ever care why a day was set aside to weep or pray

Solemn Bugle Rings Flags half staff does it mean anything

Christmas or Easter why should anyone ever think of why

Every Holiday we create is just the economies way to spin

Yet Turkey and Football bring a family together once a year

 

Presidents Day used to be a Holiday but now days we don’t

Some great people after their death in honor are given a day

All Saints or no Saints is good enough reason to tip a glass

Independence is a real reason to let the fireworks light the sky

June 14th celebrate the biggest habitual liar who sleazed into life

(A Philosophy Poem)—-A Poor Man’s Plea

(A Poor Man’s Plea)

 

Why do You stay so long from me my Lord

Why have You hidden Your Face from mine

Those with power persecute Your Children

The wicked in ignorance do beat their chest

They boast about the blood of the working poor

 

The poor rise early to worship and praise The Lord

The Lord is always in the thoughts of the wise

From the pride of wealth many will die two deaths

For the love of power they do puff at Your righteous

An Evil Leaders mouth is always full of knives and lies

 

Lord what am I that You would be mindful of me

A righteous man is known by his faith and his works

The Prideful boast that they have no need of You

A truly wise man will always bow his heart to prayer

For the ignorant with their ego’s will reside in Hell’s Fire

 

( I got the idea for this peace from the Biblical Book of Psalms, 

Chapters 8 & 10.)

 

(Scriptural Influenced Poem) Zechariah And The Lord’s Promise

Zechariah And The Lord’s Promise 

 

Soldiers awaken your blade against My enemies

Cut off the strength of he who dares to shun Me

Strike their Shepherd and his Demons will flee

I will turn My hand against those who curse Me

 

I will spread their blood upon the whole land

Two of three will die at My will saith the Lord

Those remaining I shall test them as with pure gold

Can a beast be refined into a man then into a Saint

 

Those who choose Me I will refine and test their purity

The Faithful will follow Me and will bare My Holy Name

I will answer those who through faith choose to follow Me

The Saints will follow after Me and I will be their G-d

Silly Poem To The Good Half

Silly Poem To The Good Half

 

Roses aren’t always Red

Violets are sometimes Purple

I love you my Sweetheart

Your smile is always enticing

You have the world’s softest lips

Your sensitive Breasts so divine

Though my name is not Cupid

You and I two hearts intertwined

 

Though you make my heart flutter

My writing talent is sometimes silly

I hope you know I love more than life

I will until the Earth no longer turns

Cause your Soul is always so sweet

You loved me though old and broken

Me too broke to afford a pot to tinkle

Baby was it because you loved my behind

(Sarcastic Poem) Being An Ass

BEING AN ASS

 

Yes, being an Ass

It’s so easy to be

We all have one

Yet some have two

A mirror don’t lie

 

Stayed out again last night

Home at the rising of light

Wife waiting tears in her eyes

Mad as Hell yet glad your alive

Played kissy kissy made it all right

 

Two hours till work like Hell I will

Sleep till noon go in four hours late

Just smile at the Boss as his ticker fades

Hell’s not really real so I do as I please

No one matters but ourselves anyway

(Theology Poem) Prophet

Prophet

 

What is a Prophet, is there really such a thing in these days that we live

Is it something from our past that mankind in our wisdom has out lived

Who is it that would dare say they are such a thing as a speaker of God

Do we believe things the Scriptures have told us for thousands of years

Today if a person says they are a Prophet do they say this hoping for profit

 

 

Are we living in Spiritual darkness, are these the last days of mankind

Are we living in a time that our ears cannot hear nor can our eyes see

If one stands up and speaks only God’s truth, would anyone of us listen

If we are living in the last days in darkness of which the Scriptures speak

What shall we do, will we know a chosen vessel of God, or will our hearts be cold

Friends, Prophets will be both men and women that God for Himself has chosen

Will our sarcasm, our ignorance and ego’s lead us to live in Hell’s fiery pit below

(Philosophical Poem) Having A Superpower

Having A Superpower

 

Me and my Superpower, you and yours

If we really could have one what would it be

Things like World Peace wouldn’t qualify though

Not unless every Soul in the Universe would agree

Peace cannot be while hate still reigns in one heart

 

Bottle and a Jeannie say to give one person three

Yet, if we each really did get one, what would we choose

Think about it a moment before you decide what it to be

Would we use it to enrich ourselves, or cause pain and grief

Would we share our help or would we just keep it to ourselves

 

Seeing the future, reading people thoughts from their minds

Becoming invisible to avoid times of pain or great stress

Fly like a Hogger on an Indian with bugs hanging in our teeth

Yet it’s just fantasy because humans don’t use the ones we have

Love and Faith are the first Superpowers I wish we used more of

 

 

(Before some of you get confused or a bit offended by the words used in line 13

here are the meanings of: Hogger: a Harley Motorcycle rider. and: Indian: an Indian 

is a very old high quality Motorcycle.)